doomsday phone system

"Little Lian, come here, mom has something to tell you." Jin Lian's mother said to Jin Lian who walked into the room and took a kitchen knife from the stove.

"Mom, wait for me for a while, that brother borrows a kitchen knife, I'll come back as soon as I go." Jin Lian said, took the kitchen knife and left the bungalow.

"Oh, this girl is so frizzy, it's really worrying." Jinlian's mother looked at Jinlian's back as she walked towards the chicken coop in the north room, shook her head, picked up a kettle by the wall, and shook it. After a while, the sound in the pot should mean that there is no water. Mother Jinlian opened the drawer of the cabinet and took out a crumpled silver bag from inside. The word "tea" was written on the outside of the bag. Come down, pour a little tea into the teapot, then put the teapot on the table, open the lid of the teapot, sit down beside the stove, take some firewood and put it under the stove, light a fire, and the light of the fire reflects the old lady His face was unusually rosy, it was a little cold, but it was still warmer by lighting a fire.

After a while, Jin Lian came back, "Mom, I'm back, what did you want to tell me just now?" Jin Lian opened the door and saw her mother lighting a fire.

"Jin Lian, sit down, I'll talk to you." Jin Lian's mother pointed to the Maza next to the table and signaled Jin Lian to sit down.

Jin Lian sat on the mat according to her words, her legs were close together, her hands were on her knees, she looked at her mother, "Mom, what's the matter."

"You, go to the market to kill chickens and sell chickens by yourself every day, and this chicken farm only comes back once in a while when you deliver feed and get vaccinated. I don't have time to talk to you every time I see you."

"Mom, don't we meet every day? It's great if we can meet each other. Besides, I'm not busy in the market."

"Hurry up, you are in your twenties, and you don't want to find a husband's house. Why are you busy all day long? Your father left early. If you don't find a husband's house, I don't think I, an old woman, will be able to see you. Bring a son-in-law?"

"Mom, what are you talking about? It's almost Chinese New Year and you just say bad things, bah bah bah." Jin Lian vomited to one side after she finished speaking.

"I see, this young man is not bad today. Although he looks average, at least he looks strong. He is not like those young people now, with thin arms and legs, who can be blown away by gusts of wind."

"Mom, what are you talking about, he's younger than me, how is that possible, and he's only here to buy chicken." Jin Lian stuck out her tongue, and the mother started nagging again.

"What's wrong with you, you're not that old. Although you've been down to work since you finished junior high school, our little Lian wants to have a face and a figure. She can cook and wash clothes and do business on her own. Everything is better than now. Your girl is strong, you just have high eyesight, you don’t like this one, and you don’t want that one, otherwise I would have been able to hug my grandson a long time ago.”

"Mom, don't worry about it. I know it myself. Marriage is a lifetime thing. How can you find someone to marry casually? At least you have to be a good person with a good temper. It doesn't matter whether you have money or a house. It's important." It is good for me, self-motivated, and the two of us can live happily and happily together, plain and happy, this is the marriage I yearn for."

"Okay, okay, I don't care, you just find me a son-in-law as soon as possible, and you don't listen to it no matter how many times, your two older sisters and younger brothers are married, and you, a half-grown girl, have not been in a hurry, so angry I'm dead." Jin Lian's mother poked Jin Lian's forehead with her finger, and she hated that iron could not be made into steel, and she had a loving and helpless expression.

"Mom, I want to be by your side more to accompany you." Jin Lian snuggled up to her mother, rubbing her mother's face affectionately.

"As long as you can talk, I still need you to accompany me? If you can take care of your own future and don't cause trouble for me, I will burn incense. Don't talk about it. Go, go, and borrow a pot of boiling water from Uncle Wang's next door to you. When the little fat man comes to our house, the visitor is a guest, why don’t you make a pot of tea for others to drink, and just follow around.”

"Okay, mom, I'll go right away." Jin Lian picked up the kettle next to her, and skipped to the next door to borrow water from Uncle Wang's house. No matter how old she is, by her mother's side, everyone will always be a child.

"This girl." Jin Lian's mother looked at Jin Lian's back and shook her head. She was a child who would never grow up. She lowered her head and continued to put a few sticks of firewood on the bottom of the pot. It can also be warmer.

"Uncle Wang! Uncle Wang?"

"Who is it?" A middle-aged uncle with white and gray hair opened the door, "Isn't this the golden lotus from Old Li's family? Why are you here looking for me?"

"Uncle Wang, let me pour a pot of boiling water, do you have any at home?"

"Yes, yes, come in quickly. I just boiled a few pots and there is no place to put them. I was thinking about sending pots to your mother." Uncle Wang enthusiastically opened the door and let Jin Lian enter the room.

"Thank you Uncle Wang, I can do it myself."

"You don't need to pour it, you can just take my pot, you put the thermos here, and when it boils, fill another pot, and I'll send it to you."

"That's so embarrassing, you can just leave it here, and I'll come back to pick it up later."

"Alright, you can drink from my pot first."

"Thank you, Uncle Wang."

"You're welcome, they're all from my own family."

"Then I'll go first, Uncle Wang."

"Go, let's go." Uncle Wang looked at Jin Lian who had returned with a loving expression on his face. Old Li's house is a visitor. I need to boil some water and chop some firewood. Uncle Wang took out an ax from the wall, and then When I came to piles of sawn wood, it was no problem to make a fire, but to boil water, I needed a separate pot for boiling water. The wood was too big to fit, so I had to split it, "Bah... bah... " Uncle Wang spat on his two hands, Mo Yun swung his ax and slashed at the wood, "Hey...hey...".

"Mom, I'm back." Jin Lian pushed open the door, and the room was already much warmer due to the fire.

"Hurry up and make some tea, and I'll let that fat boy drink some tea to warm up later."

"Okay, mom," Jin Lian poured boiling water into the teapot and covered the lid. The tea leaves need to be covered for a while before they soak, "Mom, you said that Uncle Wang next door is such a talkative person. He doesn't even have a child, he's lonely and pitiful, and when he gets older, who will take care of him?" In my impression, Uncle Wang has always been kind to his family, but this Uncle Wang never married, Jin Lian Can't help but feel sorry.

"..." Jin Lian's mother didn't respond to Jin Lian's words, but just added some firewood to the bottom of the pot, "Actually... your Uncle Wang and I were childhood sweethearts."

"Mom, what did you say?" Jin Lian opened her mouth wide in shock. This Uncle Wang who has been living next door is actually her mother's childhood sweetheart? ! !