On the Laba Festival, snowflakes were floating in the sky.
Dongdong stood in the yard for a while, then came back with a head full of snow. He smiled and said to his mother, "Mom, my hair has turned white. I'm an old grandfather now."
When Qiu Shushen saw this, she quickly went over to brush off the snow on her grandson's head and nagged him, "Don't play like this. What if the cold air gets into your head and you catch a cold?"
As soon as he finished speaking, An Tiantian came in against the snow, "Haha, my hair is white too."
"Oh, little ancestors..."
Qiu Shushen hurriedly wiped the snow off An Tiantian.
An Hua walked over and touched her son's face and hands. "It's so cold? You can play in the snow, but you have to wear something thicker. Gloves, scarves, and hats. You can't take off anything."
As he spoke, he found the equipment and put it on Dongdong.
The soft cashmere scarves and hats were store bought.
The gloves were knitted by An Huan herself. She had just learned how to knit them, so she knitted them for her son to practice. Although they looked simple, they were made of rabbit fur and were very warm.
After putting on a cotton jacket, Dongdong was fully armed.
Qiu Shushen also gave An Tiantian thicker clothes, and the two children ran outside to play again.
"Today is Laba Festival. Fangfang pickled some Laba garlic a while ago. Let's make some Laba porridge today. When it's done, bring some back to your dad."
Qiu Shushen also moved into the rented courtyard with An Bohuai, but she stayed there with An Tiantian during the day and usually went back home in the afternoon.
An Hua asked her to stay here to avoid the trouble of running back and forth, and she said she was worried about An Bohuai.
In fact, An Bohuai was very comfortable by himself. He strolled around every day. When he was hungry, he would take his food coupons to eat at a state-owned restaurant. Occasionally, he would come to the staff quarters to eat.
"Is the Laba garlic ready to eat? I want to try some." An Hua wanted to eat everything now.
When Xiao Fangfang heard this, she quickly picked up a small bowl for her.
The emerald green Laba garlic makes me drool at the first sight.
An Hua took a bite and found it tasted sour and spicy, with a slight sweetness. It was crunchy and refreshing.
"It's delicious." An Hua asked Xiao Fangfang: "How much did you make? I want to give some away as a gift. Is it enough?"
Qiu Shushen answered for her: "Fangfang has made three jars. How many do you want to give away? I will help you pack them."
An Hu counted on his fingers, "One for Sister Meihua's family, one for Political Commissar Shen's family next door, and then Yang Tianjiao and Sister Ma from the unit."
Zhou Meihua and Zhou Qianling both returned gifts. In addition, many other family members in the family compound also sent An Hua Laba gifts, such as Laba porridge, Laba garlic, or Laba tofu.
An Hua told Xiao Fangfang and Qiu Shushen that they should return the gift to anyone who came to give them a gift.
After breakfast, An Hua went to work carrying two cans of Laba garlic.
She hasn't ridden a bike since she got pregnant, and just strolls slowly.
There was a Jiefang brand truck parked in front of the factory gate. Just as An Hua walked to where the truck was parked, she heard Yang Tianjiao's voice calling her from behind.
An Hua stopped where she was and waited for her.
The truck next to her started, but An Hua didn't notice it. The fender at the back of the truck was loose, and as the truck passed by her, it jolted and the cargo box rolled down.
Yang Tianjiao looked first and shouted in horror, "Get out of the way!"
Although An Huan thought she reacted quickly enough, when she turned her head, she saw a cargo box rolling down.
It's too late to hide.
If she wasn't pregnant, it would be OK. If she protected her head, the bullet hitting her body wouldn't necessarily be fatal.
But she is pregnant!
At that moment, An Hua's mind went blank.
In the blink of an eye, a tall shadow blocked An Hua's way.
Two cargo boxes fell on the man.
"An Hua!" Yang Tianjiao finally ran to An Hua and said, "It's okay, it's okay. It's okay, you're okay."
An Hua's hands were shaking and she was sweating all over.
She licked her dry lips and looked at the person standing in front of her.
It was a man, his face couldn't be seen clearly because he was looking down, but he had a strong build.
An Hua hurried over and asked, "How are you? Are you hurt?"
The truck had already stopped, and the driver ran down and asked in panic, "Brother Biao, are you okay?"
The man looked up and glared at the driver, cursing, "How the hell did you load the goods? Do you deserve to hurt someone?"
Because he was so angry, the man even cursed a few times.
The driver apologized with a bitter face, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my mistake at work, Brother Biao, I'll take you to the infirmary."
The man pointed at An Hua and said, "It's not me you need to apologize to, it's her!"
The driver then looked at An Hua who was still in shock, "I'm sorry, comrade, luckily you are okay, if it weren't for me..."
Fortunately, the one who hit her was the tough and strong Brother Biao. If he had hurt this delicate female comrade, he really couldn't bear the consequences.
Yang Tianjiao's face turned green as he reprimanded, "You are too lax in your work. I will report this to the higher-ups! You must conduct a thorough self-examination!"
The driver lowered his head and received the scolding. He made a serious mistake today and almost caused a disaster. He couldn't even say a word to defend himself.
An Hua walked over to the man called "Brother Biao" and said, "Thank you, comrade. May I ask which department you are from? I want to write you a letter of praise."
The driver rushed to say, "Brother Biao is the head of the security department! His full name is Geng Biao."
Geng Biao glared at the driver, then said to An Hua, "No need, it's just a trivial matter."
An Hua said, "We must write a letter of praise, but now, let's go to the infirmary first."
Geng Biao waved his hand, "No need, I'm not hurt."
No matter how much Geng Biao was persuaded, he was unwilling to go to the infirmary, but it seemed that it was indeed nothing serious.
An Hua reluctantly bowed to Geng Biao, and forced the two jars of Laba garlic in her hand onto him.
"Today is Laba Festival. This is Laba garlic made by my family. It's not expensive, so let me express my gratitude."
Geng Biao was about to refuse, so An Hua took Yang Tianjiao away.
Geng Biao hesitated and put the jar to his nose to smell it.
Mm, it smells quite good.
The driver called out "Brother Biao", but Geng Biao seemed not to hear him. The driver suddenly remembered that Geng Biao's right ear was deaf, so he raised his voice and said, "Brother Biao!"
Geng Biao's square face became stern, "What about calling the soul?"
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