The animals in the depths of Wuling Mountain were the first to notice something was wrong and began to run around in a hurry, looking for Andong's nest and food.
The cold wind blew faster and faster, and the whistling sound was like the howling of ghosts.
The big dead tree at the entrance of the village was covered with snow and its branches were broken, making it look even more desolate.
A large number of fallen leaves blown down by the snow blew in from all directions, rolling up the big stone tablet of Huagou Village. After a few circles, they were blown into the snow-covered village again.
It was soon covered by the newly fallen snow.
Uncle Erman was still wearing his old black jacket with wrinkled cotton lining, a cotton vest on the outside, and an old felt hat made of felt. He sat on a low stool, not smoking his pipe, with his hands in his pockets. His whole body was covered with fallen snow, like a snowman.
The dead leaves and fallen snow blown in from elsewhere almost buried him up to his knees.
The word "village" on the stone tablet of Huagou Village was also submerged.
Another gust of cold wind blew, and the snow fluttered down, getting heavier and heavier.
The snowflakes drifted onto the erhu glasses and white beard, covering them all.
"Master! Master Erman! Why are you here so early in the morning? It's so windy and snowy, what are you doing out here? Go home quickly."
Wang Jianping ran over in the strong wind, stepping on the snow that was up to his calves, and shook the snow off the old man. He wanted to help him up and shouted at the top of his voice:
"Master! I, Jianping, and Guangsheng, are here to take you back. It's snowing, so we can't ride anymore!"
"Guangsheng, hurry up!"
Ding Guangsheng wore a Lei Feng hat and thick gloves, and rode his bicycle through the snow with difficulty. He was shivering from the cold, and the bicycle was moving crookedly.
"Oh my god! Don't come out today!"
But Uncle Erman didn't move, perhaps because he was really deaf or because he was very cold.
Wang Jianping shouted at the top of his lungs several times but there was no response. He couldn't pull the person away, as if he was frozen.
Ding Guangsheng's expression changed slightly: "Jianping... you, you try to touch my nose..."
Wang Jianping was stunned, with disbelief flashing in his eyes. He pulled off his gloves and put his trembling hands under Ermanye's nose.
The back of his finger first touched the frozen white beard.
Wang Jianping's heart sank, and his forehead buzzed. He looked at Ding Guangsheng dully, "Guang, Guangsheng..."
"I'm gone..."
Wang Erman, Uncle Erman, the oldest man in Huagou Village, on this coldest snowy morning, followed his old ways, slowly moved from the house to the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, "watched" the scenery he had guarded for decades, and left without pain.
The whole village came out of their homes in the heavy snow and wind to see Erman off for the last time.
This private school teacher, who has been teaching for more than 50 years, has touched the heads of everyone in the village and taught them to read.
Every day when entering and leaving the village, you can see the old door god mascot sitting under the tree. From today on, you will no longer see it.
The snow was falling heavily, and the whole sky was covered with a white mist.
The men in the village carried wood to build a frame, and the four most prestigious people in the village were responsible for carrying the coffin. The village party secretary gave a speech to express condolences.
When the fire was finally lit, many women and men cried, and the children also sobbed.
Everyone in the village knew that when Ermanye's ears were still working well, he loved to say, "When the time comes, just burn me to death and let me go with the wind. It will be so refreshing!"
Today, the old man who has guarded Huagou Village for decades has passed away with the wind and snow, leaving behind the last warm fire.
Jiang Henian looked at the blazing fire, leaned sadly in He Jinshan's arms, and couldn't control her tears.
Yesterday afternoon, she was still talking to Erman Ye.
No one expected that the death brought by this cruel cold would start with Er Man Ye, the person most respected and loved by everyone.
The snow had been falling continuously all day without letting up for a moment.
If it had not been cleaned up in time, no one would have been able to get out of their own yard, and even the roof might have collapsed.
"Boss, I think the weather is weird. It's never snowed this hard before. Could it be that Xiao Song was right? Is there going to be a snowstorm or a cold weather disaster?"
Zhao Dafang was wrapped in two cotton coats, squatting in front of the brazier, rubbing his hands, and looking up at the snowballs falling outside.
This is not falling snow, this is clearly falling snow!
Zhang Likun sat on a low stool with his legs apart, a military coat draped over his shoulders. He took two sips of hot tea from the cup, holding a pipe in one hand, his lips pursed, and his face had a serious expression.
"Are they still awake?"
The worry on Zhao Dafang's face turned into joy, and he turned his head to look at the west room.
"Not yet. Let them sleep a little longer. They must have been busy last night."
Zhang Likun looked at her when he heard this, as if he was disgusted with her talking about what happened in her daughter's room.
Zhao Dafang breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his hands, and said cheerfully, "You, just wait to hold your grandson."
The medicine my wife gave me when I entered the mountains is really good. I took it for a month and it worked! It’s a bit expensive, but it’s really worth the money!
Zhang Likun's brows were still furrowed. He took a puff of cigarette, raised his eyelids to look at the gray sky covered with snow, and exhaled a long puff of smoke.
"Go wake them up."
Zhao Dafang didn't move: "Why rush? There's nothing to do if you get up."
At this time, the door of the west room opened, and Zhang Fengxia came out wearing a flowery jacket, with disheveled hair, holding a urinal.
Zhao Dafang quickly pulled her aside and asked her in detail. When he heard Zhang Fengxia say with a gloomy face that she had done nothing, he was stunned.
"What happened? Didn't you drink the medicine soup last night?"
"He's been inexplicably sullen since he came back the afternoon before yesterday. He ignored me when I spoke to him, and even spilled the medicine I brought him last night."
"What?!"
Zhao Dafang clutched his chest and gritted his teeth, "Do you know how expensive that medicine is? Three yuan a dose! This is my blood! So what was that noise in your room last night?"
"Then I kicked my feet to vent my anger, and he pulled the quilt over and turned over, ignoring me completely!"
Zhang Fengxia's eyes flushed as she slammed the urinal onto the ground. She threw her head back and started crying loudly, "He still despises me for being vulgar and uneducated, saying I only think about this. How shameless! Wow!"
Zhao Dafang yelled angrily, glaring back at the man in the room. "What a bastard! You blame the world for your own shortcomings, and you think you've gone against the grain just because you read a few rubbish books! Do you really think you're the master's man?!"
She rolled up her sleeves, walked over quickly, raised her hand to knock on the door, but knocked on nothing.
Song Wenqing opened the door and walked out with a dull expression, holding a toothbrush and walking towards the water tank.
He even gave her a cold look!
Zhao Dafang couldn't stand it anymore and wiped her hands on her apron. "Xiao Song, you've been here for two months, and you still don't know how to greet me when you see me. It seems like you look down on our family. So, pack up and go back to the educated youth camp."
"This cold weather chills people's hearts. Our temple is too small to hold a great Buddha like you."
Song Wenqing stopped, turned around, and his eyes fell on Zhang Fengxia.
Zhang Fengxia immediately became anxious and ran up to grab Zhao Dafang's arm, "Mom, what are you doing? I won't divorce you! He's my man!"
This loser!
Zhao Dafang pinched her secretly and whispered through gritted teeth, "You idiot! He's already in our family, and you can't even say a word to him, yet you're still rushing towards him!"
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