Aojiaping Village is backed by mountains, and every household makes a living by farming and breeding.
Only the Zhao family is different. Zhao Hairong works outside all year round. People in the village say that Zhao Hairong is a big boss in the city and has made a fortune.
Zhao Hairong was penniless at that time, but Song Hua insisted on marrying him despite her family's opposition.
Every time Zhao Hairong came back, he would bring many gifts to the villagers and invite them to dinner. The villagers all praised Zhao Hairong and made his parents in the village proud.
In fact, Zhao Hairong was just an employee, and everything he brought back was prepared by Song Hua.
Zhao Hairong’s success was also due to Song Hua’s family background.
Song Hua's family is a scholarly family, and both his parents are teachers.
Every year, Zhao's mother would raise a big fat pig and kill it to make braised pork for Song Xijiao during the Chinese New Year. It was so delicious.
"Jiaojiao, why are you crying? Is your head still hurting? Come on, grandma will carry you to the hospital."
"Jiaojiao, come here, open your mouth, ah~ Eat this egg and your illness will be cured."
“Jiaojiao…”
At night, the grandmother and granddaughter slept on the earthen kang, and Zhao's mother told her stories and tickled her.
On summer nights, Zhao's father would move the bamboo bed from home to the yard, and Zhao's mother would fan her with a palm-leaf fan and chase away mosquitoes.
Zhao's father would pick up a lot of wood, put it in the woodshed to dry, and then roast sweet potatoes for Song Xijiao in winter. She hadn't tasted that flavor for many years.
"Jiaojiao, come quickly! There's a pomegranate here. Turn it over quickly and see if the other side is red."
"Jiaojiao, do you think this butterfly is pretty?"
"Jiaojiao, why are you crying again? Did the kid next door bully you again? Wait, grandpa will take care of him."
Father Zhao's voice came from far away.
Little Song Xijiao, with her short legs, stumbled as she ran towards Father Zhao.
"Oh, my dear grandson, slow down, slow down."
Father Zhao hugged Song Xijiao, lifted her up on his neck, and let her ride on the big horse.
"Jiaojiao, look, what is this?"
There are wild grapes, wild walnuts, wild strawberries, pomegranates, schisandra chinensis, wax gourd, cliff ginger, cliff onions... and many other wild fruits whose names cannot be told.
Father Zhao took out a few bunches of wild grapes from his pocket. Some were purple, some were green, and they were in large bunches. They looked very delicious.
"Ah~ open your mouth."
“Jiaojiao…”
Song Xijiao remembered Zhao's father as an honest man with dark skin and a quiet demeanor. However, he was very kind to her and would make her a wooden sword and a spinning top...
There are no endless streams of vehicles and no deceitful people in Aojiaping Village. There are only vast fields, endless mountains, and wild fruits of pure blood.
And her grandparents who love her.
At that time, Song Xijiao thought that she would grow up there all her life until she grew old.
But when did it start to change?
Did it start after Zhao Hairong and Song Hua divorced, or after their family moved to the city?
Maybe, it's both.
Everything changed after Zhao Hairong and Song Hua divorced.
The next day, Song Xijiao made Zhao's mother's favorite red date and lotus seed porridge, and fed her with a spoonful of it. Zhao's mother burst into tears and said that her Jiaojiao had finally grown up.
She taught Doudou to shout: "Great Grandma..."
Mother Zhao's eyes narrowed into slits with joy.
"Hey, my dear great-grandson..."
At noon, Song Xijiao stewed pig's feet for Zhao's mother, simmering it slowly over low heat for two hours. Zhao's mother could only eat liquid food now and could not eat meat. She removed the meat, leaving the soup and the skin from the pig's feet, mixed it with rice, and fed it to Zhao's mother.
"Jiaojiao, after I die, bury me next to the old man, halfway up the mountain behind our old house. You can see our house from there. Jiaojiao, do you know where it is?"
Zhao's mother was breathing weakly and had to pause several times before speaking a sentence.
"Your grandfather knows that I like to eat persimmons, so he planted many persimmon trees for me. I want to go find him and eat persimmons."
"grandmother………"
"Jiaojiao, listen to me. I don't have much time left. Your grandfather is here to call me. After I die, you and Doudou must live well, okay?"
"Tomorrow, bring Doudou's father over so I can take a look. Then I can feel at ease."
After hearing this, Song Xijiao felt sad and tears fell on Zhao's mother's hand.
"Jiaojiao, don't cry, Jiaojiao, be good."
Song Xijiao wiped away her tears and said:
"Okay, I'll bring him here. I'll bring him here."
Doudou was very well behaved. He sat by Zhao's mother's side and wiped her tears.
“…………”
Song Xijiao was going to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Zhao's mother and Doudou. She was worried about Zhao's mother and Doudou, so she had to call Ruobin to look after them.
"good."
Zhao Ruobin sat on a stool, looking at his mother on the bed, and then looked at Doudou beside him.
Doudou blinked at him, and suddenly, Doudou stretched out his hand towards him.
"Uncle~ hug~"
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
"No, nothing?"
Pei Zhiting was afraid that his precious daughter would be exposed, so he never let her wear a skirt, but he was willing to spend money on Doudou. Doudou changed her clothes almost every day, and never wore the same ones twice.
Today, Doudou is wearing a light yellow T-shirt with a cute Winnie the Pooh printed on it, a pair of shorts from the same series, and a pair of white sneakers.
Her hair was like Pei Zhiting's, black and thick, so Song Xijiao braided the hair on both sides into fishbone braids, which made her look cute and adorable.
Demons are dancing wildly.
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