When Lao Su first arrived in the village, the others did not agree to keep him. After all, there wasn't enough food, and having one more person in the village meant that everyone's hard-earned food rations for the whole year would be reduced.
Later, he arranged for Lao Su to herd sheep, and then everyone stopped objecting.
Everyone in the village knows that herding sheep is hard and tiring. Before Old Su came, the selection of who to herd sheep was decided by drawing lots every day. Whoever was drawn had to go and couldn't refuse.
Upon arriving at Lao Su's house, the village secretary skillfully retrieved a key from a crack in the stone of the gate, opened the door, and left.
Su Yue looked at the simple house in front of her. There was a small shed on the left side of the yard, with a pile of firewood under the shed. Next to it was a stove and a small pot, which looked like the place where they cooked.
Upon entering the house, there is a main hall with a room on each side.
One room was closed, seemingly unoccupied, while the other room was ajar, suggesting it was occupied.
When Su Yue saw a familiar piece of clothing, she was completely stunned.
Fu Shen carried Ping An and followed behind Su Yue. Seeing her reaction, he glanced curiously into the room, then turned to Su Yue and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
Su Yue pointed to a small bamboo pole in the room where clothes were hung, her voice trembling slightly: "That piece of clothing looks like the one my father wore when he had the accident. He also said that this piece of clothing was made by my mother herself when he and my mother got married."
As she spoke, she slowly walked in, picked up the clothes, and examined them carefully.
The clothes were tattered and worn, the fabric was very thin, and the color had faded considerably.
Su Yue held up the clothes, her eyes filled with excitement, and showed them to Fu Shen: "These clothes are so tattered they wouldn't even be good enough to be used as rags, so why are you still reluctant to throw them away? Does this mean that even though my father has lost his memory, he still has some attachment to the past?"
Fu Shen looked at the clothes in her hand and analyzed, "He probably wants to keep things from the past, hoping that one day he can remember them."
Su Yue smiled happily, "I think so too, then this old Su must be my dad."
Just as Fu Shen was about to speak, he suddenly felt Ping An tremble slightly in his arms. He quickly looked down, his eyes full of worry, "Are you cold?"
Ping An shrank her neck and answered softly, "Cold."
When Su Yue heard her son say he was cold, she forgot all about examining his clothes and rushed over to hold Ping An's icy little hand, saying with heartache, "Ping An's hands are so cold. I'll take him inside the space to warm up."
Fu Shen nodded: "Okay, I'll go start a fire first. Once the fire is lit, the room will be warm."
Fu Shen handed his son to Su Yue, who then hugged him and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Fu Shen strode to the stove in the yard, filled the pot with water, and then skillfully started a fire.
A short while later, Su Yue and Ping An heard Fu Shen say in the space that the kang (heated brick bed) was heated and they could come out.
Su Yue carried Ping An out and stood in the empty room.
Fu Shen had carefully cleaned the kang (a heated brick bed), but there were no quilts or blankets.
Just as Su Yue was about to enter the space again to get another set, she heard a knock on the door.
When Fu Shen opened the door, he saw the village secretary holding a cotton quilt in his arms, and a woman standing next to him, who was also holding a thick cotton quilt.
The village party secretary said with a warm smile, "Comrade Fu, these are the quilts we've prepared for your wife and children."
"Thank you," Fu Shen said gratefully.
The village secretary smiled and said, "No need to thank me. It's so cold, and Old Su's family doesn't have any extra quilts. You have children in this cold weather, it wouldn't be good if they got cold."
When his wife returned from chatting with other people, she heard that Old Su's relatives had come to see him and were waiting at his house. She hurriedly urged him to find a quilt and bring it over.
When Su Yue saw the village secretary and the woman carrying quilts in, a look of surprise appeared on her face: "Village secretary, you've brought us quilts."
The woman gently placed the quilt on the kang (a heated brick bed) and looked at Su Yue kindly, saying, "Yes, we brought you quilts. It's so cold; you can't get by without them."
Su Yue said gratefully, "Thank you, Auntie. We were just wondering where to find a quilt. Your delivery was so timely."
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