Chapter 111 If you are not full of hope, then what are you full of
The heavy rain did not stop.
Brother came back at dinner time.
He was holding a bag of roasted earth melons.
He came back wearing a raincoat, and the corners of his new clothes were wet.
Jiang Feng smiled happily.
Because he could bring things home on the first day of the new year, he could bring things home all year round.
Before dinner, everyone was given a roasted earth melon.
It was a bit like sweet potato, but the taste seemed to be wrong. Jiang Mianmian had eaten it and it was a bit bitter, but it was fragrant after roasting and the bitterness was not so strong.
He would accept whatever others gave him on the first day of the new year.
Young Master Zi looked at the long, curly and crooked earth melon, and his face was also curled like the earth melon.
Then she watched Jiang Xiaogui peel the squash with his own hands. Both of his hands turned black all of a sudden, but she didn't care at all. She just ate a hot bite and wiped the corners of her mouth with her hands while eating. But because her hands were black, the corners of her mouth became darker and darker.
Jiang Mianmian saw the little brat staring at her while eating.
She gave him a sweet smile.
Master Zi also smiled.
It was so dirty!
Jiang Feng helped peel his squash, put it on a small plate, and gave him a spoon and chopsticks.
Jiang Feng was very good at observing people's expressions. Instinctively, he knew that Master Zi liked to be clean and didn't want to do anything.
He cleaned the squash for Master Zi and wiped his sister's face carefully.
He pinched her nose.
Then the family ate together.
All the dishes for lunch were made by Jiang Yu.
Seeing Ah Cui getting married, Jiang Yu calmed down a bit.
When she didn't speak today, Jiang Mianmian felt that Ah Jie seemed to have grown up and matured overnight, and she felt like an older sister.
After lunch.
The rain gradually became lighter.
But it became colder.
Rain in winter can freeze bones.
Jiang Mianmian took a nap very consciously, because children grow taller if they sleep more.
But other people didn't have the habit of taking a nap.
People at that time didn't have the habit of taking a nap, nor did they have the habit of eating three meals a day.
The family thought that Mianmian was still a baby, so it was not surprising that she had to sleep.
But at noon today, Young Master Zi also went to sleep.
Jiang Mianmian slept for an hour and then got up.
She was well slept. She got up
and was full of energy.
Children have a lot of energy and need to vent it.
The main reason is that there are too few things children can do.
It's nothing more than crawling and rolling around.
When they were young, they crawled and rolled around on the ground, and when they grow up, they crawled and rolled around in society!
The rain had stopped at noon, and now it's raining again, so we can't go to the yard to play.
Jiang Xiaoshu seems to have entered a belated hibernation these two days, lazy and motionless, and she can only find fun by herself.
Finding her father and brother will like to stroke her head.
Sister seems to be whispering something to her mother.
Jiang Mianmian is going to find the guests to play.
After all, the guests are closer to her in age.
Of course, on the other hand, she still has some utilitarian ideas.
Dad went to someone else's father. In theory, he is the son of a leader, and at home, she can be responsible for pleasing him.
Anyway, she does nothing but eat, and contributes a little social power.
When she grows up, she might become socially anxious and dare not do anything. While she is still
a child, it doesn't matter if she is embarrassed.
Jiang Mianmian staggered in front of the huge man with her little robe in her hand, looked up at him, and said in a baby voice: "Uncle Heita, I want to play with brother Xiaochong."
Her baby voice is invincible, shy and beautiful.
Jiang Mianmian felt that no one would refuse such a little love.
Sure enough, Heita guarded not to let a fly enter the young master's room, but moved aside to let the little cub push the door in.
The room was not cold. There were two fire barrels, which were charcoal thrown into clay pots, and the clay pots were woven with bamboo and could be carried.
Because it is a mud house, with a combination of mud walls and wood, there is no need to worry about being killed by smoke.
This is the guest house, and since the young master came to stay overnight, it was converted into his room.
Jiang Mianmian came in, and the little brat was still sleeping. He
was curled up in a ball.
Seeing him sleeping, she thought she shouldn't disturb him, and was about to go out with small steps.
As a result, she heard a shout: "Dad."
Jiang Mianmian's short legs paused. She
felt a little sympathetic for some reason.
Babies usually call for their mothers unconsciously, but Zi Xiaochong has never called for his mother since he was born.
She turned around and saw that he seemed to be awake.
Or had a nightmare?
Jiang Mianmian walked back to him curiously.
She saw that Zi Xiaochong's brows were wrinkled and his face was pale, as if he was not normal.
She called out softly, "Brother Chong?"
No one answered, no movement.
She called out again, "Zi Congheng?"
Still no movement.
"Zi Xiaochong?"
A pair of eyes suddenly opened, dark without a single ray of light.
As black as ink.
Jiang Mianmian was startled.
People with a lot of white in their eyes can look scary sometimes, but without white in their eyes, they can also be very scary.
Is he awake or not?
Jiang Mianmian called out again, "Brother Chong?"
Zi Congheng regained consciousness.
Seeing the person in front of him, the green onions on her head were crooked. He wanted to help her straighten it, but he felt like he didn't have the strength to get up.
He said, "Can you climb up?"
Jiang Mianmian nodded.
Although she was small, climbing on the bed was not difficult for her.
She supported herself on the edge of the bed with both hands, put one leg up hard, and then slid to the ground with a swoosh.
She didn't cry, but stood up again and continued to climb.
After unremitting efforts, she finally climbed up the bed with a thump.
She successfully fell on the bed.
Jiang Mianmian crawled to Master Zi, and then Master Zi reached out and grabbed her hair.
Jiang Mianmian:...
Forget it, seeing that he is sweating all over, he probably had a nightmare.
"Brother Chong, did you dream about your father?"
Zi Congheng shook his head.
No.
He forgot his dream as soon as he opened his eyes.
The room was dark because it was gloomy outside.
He stared at the cub in front of him. She sat in front of him seriously, like a little bodhisattva, with her legs crossed, looking at him curiously. At this moment, he actually forgot to dislike her dirt. He
pinched her face gently.
Seeing her staring at him with wide eyes and confusion.
He said, "You won't understand even if I pinch you. Anyway, you will definitely not remember it in the future. Children of this age don't remember things. That's what adults say."
Jiang Mianmian stretched out her hand and pinched back without hesitation.
Anyway, children don't have to be responsible.
She is an exception. She remembers it, and will remember it for the rest of her life, huh.
Zi Congheng, who was slightly pinched on the face by the cub's hand, said in pain: "Sometimes adults are wrong, because I remember, I remember things from my childhood, I remember that my mother bled a lot when she gave birth to me, she struggled all night, and died with her eyes closed. I remember that I couldn't cry or laugh, and my father found the best doctor in the world for me. The doctor said I had a brain disease, something had grown in my brain, and I wouldn't live past ten years old. This year I'm six years old, and I can live another four years."
"My father adopted many adopted sons and found many brothers for me. My father raised a longevity turtle for me. My father wanted to rebel because the doctor said there might be medicine in the palace that could save my life."
Jiang Mianmian was stunned.
She sat in front of the little kid.
At first he said he remembered that she thought she had met a fellow villager.
As a result, he actually said that he remembered the way his mother died, and remembered that his father asked a miracle doctor to determine that he would not live past the age of ten.
What kind of hopeless life is this?
What should he do if he knew that the ending would be so tragic?
No, it's not right.
She just pinched his face and it was so hot.
Jiang Mianmian reached out and touched his forehead again.
"Hot!"
Could he be talking nonsense because of a fever?
No wonder she felt so warm, he was about to burn.
Jiang Mianmian climbed to the head of the bed, took a cup, looked at the half cup of water in it, added Lingquan into it, and staggered over.
Sure enough, Zi Xiaochong, who was chattering just now, closed his eyes again.
She brought the water to his mouth, stretched out her hand and pinched his mouth open, and poured the water into Zi Xiaochong's mouth, just like her elder sister feeding her porridge.
Then she opened her voice and cried, "Mom, Dad!"
Zi Congheng felt that he was being fed water.
He opened his eyes and saw Jiang Xiaogui sitting in front of him crying.
He couldn't help laughing again.
Life was actually very good. Even though he knew when he would die, it was good to watch his father ambitious to rebel and struggle every day. It was also good to watch his brothers scheming against each other and showing sympathy for him. It was also good to watch Mr. Xi tirelessly explaining things to him. It was also good to watch Jiang Xiaogui crying.
His life was very short.
If he was not full of hope, what should he be full of? (Note 1)
Be full of hope, because the scenery on the road is different, and the people on the road are different.
He passed out, and before he passed out, he thought that Jiang Xiaogui's foot stepped on his hand.
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