The New Year was drawing nearer, amidst the sound of firecrackers and the noise of children playing. Every household was busy buying New Year's goods and new clothes. The whole alley was bustling with activity. Yancuo watched his uncle and aunt busy at work. His uncle would sometimes go out early in the morning and come back in the evening, always bringing with him a large pile of spoils.
This is Yancuo's sixth Spring Festival here. She has become a real family with the two middle-aged people in front of her. She can see the soft heart beneath her uncle's honesty, and the warmth hidden beneath her aunt's dominance.
The two people in front of her were not her parents but were better than her parents. They gave her love that she had never felt before, giving selflessly and never asking for anything in return.
Yan Cuo suddenly remembered his aunt's wariness and resistance towards him when she first came. They were such good people, but now they were middle-aged and childless. They had a heavy pain in their hearts.
But despite the resistance and defense, he never treated himself badly and gave himself unique care.
Yan Cuo looked at their figures, with many words in his heart that he wanted to say, but in the end he kept silent.
Uncle, you will never know that when you took me away from Yuncheng, I considered you my only relative. I watched my loved ones abandon me like a piece of trash, and I gradually understood the feeling of a broken heart.
The moment you reached out your hand to me, you were the only light in my world. At that moment I knew that I would follow this light for the rest of my life until you grow old, and then it would be my turn to warm you and protect you.
Aunt, you are a woman who is tough on the outside but soft on the inside. You are so good to me, but you always pretend not to care and don't take it seriously. But many times, when I showed you the good grades I worked so hard to get, your eyes sparkled with pride.
Perhaps it was destined by God that all the hardships I experienced in the past ten years were for the sake of meeting you. And after meeting you, my world was filled with light.
In the days to come, let me illuminate you and warm you.
Yan Cuo looked at her uncle and aunt who were busy from morning to night and never stopped working. She often helped out, but most of the time, they asked her to study. The college entrance examination was coming soon, and they didn't dare to slack off.
This winter vacation was particularly cold. There were several snowfalls in Ancheng. Every day when I woke up, I saw a vast expanse of white. Yancuo did not dare to cling to the warmth of the quilt. Every day, he would get up at five o'clock as if he were still in school, read words, recite ancient poems, and do exercises.
Time soon arrived at New Year's Eve. Before dawn, Yan Cuo was awakened by the crackling sound of firecrackers. He was willful for once and covered himself with the quilt and slept for a while.
When she woke up again, it was already bright outside. She got up and went downstairs. Her uncle and aunt were no longer at home. There was a note on the table. Yan Cuo walked over to take a look. It was written by her aunt.
"Your uncle and I are out buying groceries. We need to buy a lot today, so we'll be back late. I've kept your breakfast warm in the pot. After you finish eating, we'll go buy new clothes. The money on the table is for you. You're a grown-up girl now, so you should dress up. Don't wear the same outfits every day. I'm tired of it."
There were some red banknotes underneath. Yancuo held them in his palm, looking at them one by one. Suddenly he laughed and put them down. He had saved some money before. His aunt gave him a lot of living expenses, and he had been saving it. It was enough to buy clothes.
Yancuo went upstairs to find his wallet, counted the money, and then washed up, got dressed, and prepared to go out. Today, the sound of firecrackers outside never stopped, and people were busy everywhere. Occasionally, children would play with their toys in the alley, their faces full of smiles.
When we were children, we looked forward to the arrival of the New Year the most, because the arrival of this day not only meant lucky money, but also new clothes, new toys, and rare company.
When Yancuo was a child, she always looked forward to this day, because only on this day would her parents come back together, pretending to be a harmonious couple in front of her grandmother, and being nicer to her.
Even though the good was minimal, even though the smile didn't reach her eyes, she was still very satisfied. No one knew how much she longed for her parents' love.
Yan Cuo smiled, and thought of his uncle and aunt working hard for this small family, and felt a deep warmth in his heart. In the future, he would accompany them, make up for their shortcomings, warm them, and warm himself at the same time.
When I walked out of the alley, I saw a figure waiting in the distance. He was dressed in black and looked a little cold, but when he saw me, he forced a smile and opened his arms.
Yancuo rushed over and hugged him, full of surprise, "Why are you here?"
"Today is New Year's Day. I guess you will go out. Just wait here." The boy answered casually. But if you look closely, you can see a layer of frost on his body. You can tell that his body temperature is very low. It's obvious that he has been standing there for a long time.
Yan Cuo felt distressed and angry, "Are you stupid? Why didn't you call me? It's so cold, what if you get frozen?"
"I was afraid you were still asleep and didn't want to wake you up," he said cautiously, looking at the angry girl in front of him. "I'm really not cold. Feel it. I'm wearing very warm clothes."
Yancuo was furious. Her eyes were red as she stared at him, refusing to speak. He felt a little helpless. "Yanyan, please don't be angry, okay?"
Yan Cuo still ignored him, but a tear fell, then two, three, continuously, as if it would never stop. He was completely panicked and hurriedly wiped her tears with his hands, full of guilt.
"Yanyan, don't be angry. I won't do this again next time, okay? Don't cry. Your eyes will hurt if you cry too much."
Mainly, I would feel sad.
Yan Cuo cried for a while before going to see him, her voice a little hoarse, "Don't do this again next time, I will be worried and heartbroken. Call me before you come next time, and I will wait for you."
"Okay." He responded hastily, not daring to say anything bad. He was terrified of the sight of this girl crying, as if it were pulling at his heart, leaving him flustered and at a loss, feeling as if his heart was being torn apart bit by bit.
He didn't want to see her tears. She was the person closest to his heart, and he didn't want her to shed even a single tear.
Seeing his sincere answer, she finally calmed down, but she still pretended to be angry and glared at him, "Tell me, what do you want to see me so early in the morning?"
He lowered his head to look at her, looking somewhat pitiful, "Yanyan, today is New Year's Eve, I don't want to be alone, can you accompany me?"
Yan Cuo looked at the person in front of him, his heart softened suddenly, and he was left with only some helplessness, "You idiot, don't do this next time."
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