Zhao Mo Xiu Mo

At three o'clock, Zhao Mo took off his apron and folded it away, and then greeted Uncle Wang who sells Liangpi: "Master, I'll go back first, and come back after school at night."

"Hey, let's go!" Uncle Wang was looking for money for the students, muttering with his head buried in his head, "Go home and have a good rest. Young people, let's stay here for a long afternoon, and don't suffer from heat stroke again!"

The sun in the sky was dazzling, and the trees on the side of the road were all wilted, and the dark asphalt road seemed to be able to ooze oil.Zhao Mo pedaled his bike and rode towards his house against the midday sun.

After riding along the newly built wide asphalt road for more than half an hour, I saw that the buildings on both sides were getting lower and lower when I left the more prosperous section of the small town.Zhao Mo turned his handlebars, turned left at the intersection, and rode for another ten minutes before seeing a fork in the road.

Turning into the fork, the originally newly built flat road turned into a dirt road with potholes.The houses on both sides of the dirt road are dilapidated old houses, and there are a few shacks with no roof tiles, just sheds built with pieces of plastic sheeting.

Riding on the bike, Zhao Mo bowed his waist, narrowed his eyes slightly, and kicked his legs hard on the pedals.Sweat blinded his eyes, making it a little difficult for him to see the road ahead.

He rode bumpily for a while, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he vaguely saw the familiar tile-roofed house appearing in his sight.

Zhao Mo parked the car in front of his house, and quickly pulled out the towel and wiped it on his face.

A fat woman came out from the door of the next door, and when she saw Zhao Mo, she smiled on her big round face, "Mozi is back!"

"En." Zhao Mo responded, looked at the half-hidden wooden door of his house, and asked, "Second aunt, did the third child come out?"

"No, no! I haven't seen Sanwazi come out and squat at the door all day today, and I just watched your Junzi come back from school and leave at that moment."

"That's good, I'm not at home every day, thanks to your help to take care of the third baby." Zhao Mo said while slipping out a prepared pancake fruit and handing it to the fat aunt standing at the door. "There are so many people at noon, I was so busy that I was dizzy. I didn't notice that there was an extra pancake. You can take it back and eat it."

"How inappropriate!" The woman said politely, and stretched out her hand to take the bag.

Zhao Mo smiled, but didn't speak.

The fat aunt took the pancakes, and looked at Zhao Mo's sunburnt face, feeling a little uncomfortable.The situation of Zhao Mo's house is known to everyone in the neighborhood. There is no adult in the family, and the third child has that problem. Usually, the big guys will take care of them consciously or unconsciously.

Her house and Zhao Mo's house are next to each other, and they got along well when the two adults were still there.Now the eldest of the Zhao family leaves early and returns late every day, the second child is in junior high school, and there is only the stupid third child left at home, so she is asked to take care of her.Fortunately, Sanwazi is honest, and usually stays in the hut, even if he comes out, he just sits at the door of his own house, having fun and worry-free.

That being said, it's not easy for anyone.Fat aunt has to be busy with work, clean up her own house, and take care of Zhao Mo's house, and she doesn't like it after a long time.If Zhao Mo didn't know how to be a human being, and would give her a few pancakes from time to time, she would not be this face long ago.

As the saying goes, take others with short hands and eat others with short mouths.Even if the fat aunt answered with confidence, she still had to say what she said face to face: "It's not easy to sell something on a hot day, look at your sweat! Have you eaten at noon?"

"Yeah, I ate." Zhao Mo swallowed, his stomach was so empty that he would drink some cold water later, and eat at night.

"That's it. You can go into the house and rest for a while, and my aunt will go back to the house."

Zhao Mo watched the fat aunt twist her buttocks and push the door into the room, and was stunned for a while, then stretched out her hand and pushed open the wooden door that was concealed.The door creaked open, revealing a cramped cubicle.

This is Zhao Mo's kitchen, a kitchen separated by a wall.There is a stove on the left and right sides, a cutting board on an iron shelf, a half-new wooden cupboard, two big red kettles, and other miscellaneous things.The cauldron on the stove is very old, but it is very clean, and the pot is still covered with white tiles, which is also clean.

The kitchen is connected to a hut at the back, which can be regarded as the main room, which is what people in the city call the living room.There is no furniture in the main room, only a small dark blue folding table standing in the corner.In a family like theirs, when guests come, they go directly to the back room to sit on the kang, and the main room also functions as a corridor.Besides, no one came to the current Zhao family, so Zhao Mo simply cleaned up all the original decorations in the main room, which looked much more spacious.

The left and right sides of the main room are connected to the east room and the west room, and there is a back door, which is the backyard of the family.Because I live in a remote place, the backyard is not small, but the land is not good, and nothing grows.Zhao Mo didn't have time to toss around, so he used the backyard to pile up sundries, as well as empty bottles and other junk that he picked up at random, and he could sell them for a few dollars if he saved a lot.

This house was built by the Zhao family when they got married. It took almost ten years to pay off the house to build the house.Zhao Mo's father's name is Zhao Jianquan, and his mother's name is Chen Cui. They are both down-to-earth and hard-working people.Zhao Mo has a younger brother, Zhao Jun, who is three years younger than him, and the youngest brother, Zhao Peng, who is only six years old this year.

Originally, although their family was poor and life was difficult, they had a bright future.In the past few years, Zhao Jianquan has been selling pancakes and fruits, and his wife also set up a small stall in the vegetable market, working hard every day to support the two children in the family to go to school.

There are unpredictable things in the sky, and people have misfortunes and blessings.Zhao Mo didn't study well and didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but this sentence seemed to be engraved in his heart with a knife.Since his parents passed away a year ago, 17-year-old Zhao Mo has become the pillar of the family.

There are not many relatives in the Zhao family, and they are all living in difficulties. No one is willing to adopt a few children.Zhao Mo has been stubborn since he was a child, and when he is stubborn, he is more stubborn than a cow.He didn't think much about it, he dropped out of school as soon as he gritted his teeth, and supported his two younger brothers by selling pancakes and fruits.

The three brothers all live in the east room, and the west room has been vacant, and no one has lived in it for half a year.

Zhao Mo opened the door curtain, stepped in, and saw the little boy sitting on the kang.

The little boy was wearing a large undershirt that didn't fit well, and a pair of large pants that were opened underneath.Sitting on the kang, you can't tell your stature, your thin arms and legs look like a four-year-old child, and your face is only the size of a palm, white and tender.

If one ignores the saliva dripping from the corners of the boy's mouth and the dull eyes, anyone would boast that this boy is really rare.There was always a smirk on the boy's face. When he heard someone lift the curtain and enter the room, he turned his head to look at the door after a while, and his reaction was very slow.

Seeing the little boy sitting on the kang, Zhao Mo felt at ease.He clapped his palms and drew the child to look at him with a crisp voice, with the corner of his mouth curled up: "Sanba, come here and give me a hug."

Sanwa stared blankly at Zhao Mo, and after 2 minutes, she grinned and slowly got up.When he wobbled into Zhao Mo's arms, he smirked and called out, "Brother!"

Zhao Mo picked up Sanwa's thin body, and felt a cold hand when he held the little butt with his right hand.Looking down, there are still water stains on the blue buttocks, and the sides of the open pants are also wet.He looked at the kang, and sure enough, there was a small puddle of water on the kang mat that the child was sitting on just now.

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