The weather is getting colder and the snow is falling heavier!
Snowflakes fell like crazy, chilling the man to the bone. Li Minghua lay paralyzed on the kang for two days, his bones as brittle as dragon beards. He stared at the beams and grumbled, "This guy is like a spinning top—he won't spin unless he's spinning!"
Li Minghua lay on the kang and rested for two days. He felt that his bones were as crisp as dragon beard crisps!
He stared up at the beams and hummed, "This guy is like a spinning top—he doesn't smoke or spin around all day!!"
Li Minghua immediately decided that he would go to the shop to open it tomorrow no matter what.
The next morning, this guy was going to open the shop with high spirits!
But who would have thought that the snow would fall so heavily that night, as if the sky was pouring laundry detergent! A thick layer of snow accumulated overnight!
The next day, before daybreak, Old Li from the sanitation station led the sanitation workers into the streets, shoveling snow. Minister Wang from the neighborhood committee also went door to door, and many men, young and old, were shoveling snow with their tools!
As expected, there is strength in numbers. After a short while, the main roads in the city were cleared, but the further out you went, the more difficult it became.
When we got to the suburbs, the snow was up to our ankles.
Li Minghua took one deep step and another shallow step. He was not paying attention and fell flat on his face with a "swoosh". His cotton trousers were covered with snow.
He got up with a grin on his face and limped towards Wujia Village, cursing: "This damn weather is killing me..."
On the way, I ran into Mr. Zhang, who was selling roasted sweet potatoes. The old man kept yelling, "Minghua, you fell! Your pants are all frozen! Go home and change! If you're any later, you'll become an ice sculpture!"
Only then did Li Minghua notice that his army green cotton trousers were one degree darker. He cried out "ouch" and could only drag his weak leg and limp back home.
Minghua dragged his unsteady leg and slowly moved forward along the wall of the Xinhua Bookstore.
Suddenly I saw two young men hiding under the electric pole at the door.
The man was wrapped in a shiny military coat, and the woman was wearing a white Dacron cotton jacket. The two of them were huddled under a black cloth umbrella, as sticky as the sugar-coated cakes freshly baked in the supply and marketing cooperative.
"Young people nowadays..." Li Minghua curled his lips, looking at them with disdain! In his heart, he was madly complaining: It's snowing heavily, and they don't even feel cold when they go out to date.
He had turned his face away, but when he caught a glimpse of the flower on the white cotton-padded jacket from the corner of his eye, his heart skipped a beat. Isn't this the Dacron that he asked Mr. Zhang from the textile factory to get last month?
A full twenty-eight yuan and sixty cents, which is almost half of his month’s salary!
The most important thing now is not the white cotton-padded jacket, but the flower, which was shown by her daughter-in-law herself!
He remembered that when his wife got the Dacron cloth, her eyes lit up and she happily planned to make clothes for someone.
Later I learned that the daughter-in-law used this piece of white Dacron to make a coat for Li Mingli, and specially put it over her flowery cotton-padded jacket.
He also complained that young people nowadays dress in such a weird way.
Either they are wrapped in mourning clothes and look creepy, or they are like black coal spirits. Very weird!
It’s nothing like the past two years, when everyone wanted to wear four colors of clothes, all colorful, which was really lively.
He also lamented that he was getting old and could no longer keep up with the latest trends.
I had a guess in my mind, so I squinted my eyes and looked hard, and then the girl happened to turn her head.
Oh my goodness! Isn't this Li Mingli from his family who said she had a date with a classmate?
Why aren’t male classmates classmates?
Li Minghua suddenly felt a rush of blood to his head, and he was about to rush forward with a limp.
Unexpectedly, his foot slipped and he fell into a snow pile on the side of the road with a bang, falling flat on his face.
By the time he frantically climbed out of the snow pile, the two little bastards had already run away.
Li Minghua was so angry that he jumped up and down, grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at the bookstore wall: "You little bastard! You dare to touch my sister? I'll break your dog legs!"
Li Minghua limped back home, feeling like he had twenty-five rats in his belly—a hundred claws on his heart! He paced around the house until the floorboards were almost sparking.
It was a little after four in the afternoon when Li Guifang finally came home, brushing off the snow on her body. Seeing her son at home, she was startled at first: "Didn't you say you were going to open the shop today? Why are you back so early?"
"Mom, don't mention it. I was so unlucky. I almost died on the road!"
Li Minghua quickly pushed his mother onto the bench and told her everything about how he fell in the snow that morning.
He even lifted up his trouser leg, revealing a bruise on his knee. Li Guifang came over to take a look, pouted, and shook her head: "If you ask me, you're just a blockhead.
It's snowing heavily and there's not a soul on the road. Why do you have to go today? You're not going to pay your respects to the King of Hell. What's the harm in waiting until the weather clears up?
As she spoke, she added a piece of honeycomb coal into the stove, and the flames shot up.
Li Minghua scratched his head: "It was only later that I figured it out..."
I was stuck in the middle of my words, and suddenly remembered that I seemed to have seen Mingli on a date on the road. I didn't know whether I should tell her or not, and my eyes were wandering!
Li Guifang was such a sharp person that she could tell something was wrong right away: "What's going on? Are you hiding something from me? If you have something to say, just say it!"
As she spoke, Li Guifang slapped him on the back of the head, "Are you holding it in and waiting to have a baby?"
"Um...I think I saw Mingli..." Li Minghua stammered.
"Hey! Whatever you see, you see," Li Guifang waved her hand. "That girl hasn't been home these past two days on vacation, so let her do whatever she wants. She's in her third year of high school, and it's so hard to get a vacation..."
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