Why not hang yourself on the southeast tree

After passing the area where the sanitation department was clearing snow, the road became slippery and the car overturned halfway.

Be careful, it is easy to slip even if you stand on ice, not to mention the bicycle tires which have little grip.

The old man was thrown into the air while holding the bedding roll and flew out, feeling dazed.

[Eh?! Why aren't these trees moving back?!]

Fang Guoqing was out of breath and didn't even have time to speak. He was amused again.

[Oh, uncle, I didn't hurt you, did I? ]

His own elbow and ankle were both hit hard on the ice, but they were still movable, not broken. There was just some pain from the friction, and he didn't need to peel them open to see, he must have seen bruises.

The old man was wearing many clothes and was lying on his back with his butt stuck in the snow, like a confused and stupid roe deer.

The bedding roll rolled a few times and fell to the side, but it didn't fall apart.

【Prosperous! 】

I chased after them with my mouth wide open, my tongue hanging out and steam emanating from it.

Take off your vest quickly, it’s so hot!

The old man moved his eyes and realized that he had fallen down. Hey, it doesn’t hurt.

[Uncle, hurry up, grab my hand and I'll pull you out! ]

Fang Guoqing always kept the old man's identity in mind and treated him with much more respect than usual.

As hard as it is to pull out a white radish from the mud, it is just as hard to pull out the old man who is stuck deep in the snow.

Fang Guoqing's face turned red, he concentrated his energy, bent his knees and raised his elbows, and even used the family's unique skill of pulling onions out of dry land.

The old man was pulled out with a "pop" sound.

Like the sound of a wine bottle being forcibly pulled out of its lid [pop]

The two men who accidentally hugged each other were stunned for a second, and then immediately separated, as if they had stepped on high voltage electricity.

The atmosphere was a bit silent along the way.

There was only the rustling of eight feet on the snow.

A pair of thick boots, a pair of thick cotton shoes with exposed big toes, and four dog legs with flesh pads that trembled with a clattering sound.

Occasionally, the car would run over a small stone, and the bell would make a crisp tinkling sound, startling the birds on the roadside that were looking around for food in a daze.

【Prosperous! 】

His claws were numb from the cold, and he was holding on only by willpower.

[Ahem, how far is it?! ]

The old man broke the silence.

Fang Guoqing guessed it for a while.

[At this speed, we can arrive in more than half an hour! ]

[Okay, half an hour is fine, let me push the cart. My dog ​​is panting like an old bellows. Please help me, after I stabilize the cart, I will carry him to the back seat.]

【Prosperous! 】

My eyes are filled with tears, old man, you are still the best!

The wheels started rolling forward again, and compared to the front wheels, the rear wheels were obviously a little flatter.

The old man's coat was heavy and thick. He walked in front, blocking most of the cold wind.

【Prosperous! 】

Actually I’m not cold, really!

After another half an hour of panting and starving, I finally saw some people.

Two or three old ladies in flowery jackets were taking a detour while eating melon seeds and spitting out saliva.

In the distance, smoke was rising from the chimney, and Fang Guoqing pointed at that direction excitedly.

[Uncle, I'm right, right? Just in time for a hot meal! Sister Fang has already started cooking cornmeal. I tell you, that stuff is so delicious. After drinking a big bowl of it, your stomach will be warm for most of the day.]

The old man felt a little sad, his mind was in a mess, and his throat seemed to be choked again.

【Wangwangwang! 】

Is there any for me? Dogs want corn grits porridge too! Add sugar! Add three spoonfuls!

Fang Guoqing looked at the lump on the back seat and his eyes became hot. It really looked like his Da Huang, who was the most enthusiastic about eating. Every time it was time for dinner, his tail would swing like a propeller!

The three rooms are arranged in a triangular shape, with a large yard in front for the children to do aerobics. There is also a decent flag-raising platform at the west end.

The iron gate of the yard was open, which must be the door Fang Fang had left open in advance.

The sound of reading aloud came from the classroom. Two naughty boys at the door were punished to stand in horse stance with books on their heads. Even so, they still had time to wink at each other and make little gestures.

Being naughty is a child's nature. These two were taken out by Teacher Fang separately because their fighting affected others.

The iron door hinges were rusted and it squeaked when you pushed it open.

The sound of reading suddenly stopped.

In the kitchen, the knife was chopping rhythmically on the chopping board. None of the little kids dared to look out through the crack in the door. They just kept their necks hunched and continued reading.

[One plus one equals one, one plus two equals two, one plus three equals three…]

[These little guys who can't sit still, humph! ]

Fang Fang laughed in anger. She had memorized up to 7963 before, but she forgot everything after being interrupted?! She had to start all over again!

[Sister Fang, look, who did I bring with me? ]

Fang Guoqing helped park the bicycle against the wall and impatiently pushed open the kitchen door. The room was filled with steaming mist.

He moved his nose and seemed to smell the aroma of steamed steamed buns in addition to corn grits porridge.

[What delicious food have you made? It smells so good! ]

[What can you do with cornmeal? Look at your greedy look. Who did you bring with you? Where is the person? ! ]

It turned out that the old man stepped into the kitchen, but before he had time to take a look inside, he retracted his foot.

Standing side by side with the dog at the door, staring at each other.

Fang Fang had just chopped up most of a bowl of sauerkraut. She gestured again and again to cut off one-fifth of the remaining half piece of bacon in the cupboard. At least there had to be some oil in it so that the sauerkraut would taste good.

She had oil on her hands, and when she raised them to look out the door, she could only see a corner of the hem of a military coat.

[Uncle?! Old uncle?!]

Fang Guoqing called out twice and wanted to scratch his head again. It was his uncle who urged him to hurry up on the way, so why was he hesitating now that he had arrived?

Seeing that no one said anything, Fang Fang ran out in a hurry to see what was going on.

ho-

Who is this old man who looks exactly like her, with thick eyebrows, small eyes, a square face, and a pair of protruding ears? !

The father and daughter stared at each other with the same bright eyes, wishing they could glare blood out of each other's faces.

No one spoke first.

【Prosperous! 】

I smell meat, and my stomach is about to rebel!

I jumped up to sniff Teacher Fang's hand, and I wanted to lick it!

【you……】

They both spoke at the same time, and at the same time let the other speak first, and the angles of their raised eyebrows were exactly the same.

Fang Guoqing saw the male version of the daughter-in-law and the real version of the daughter-in-law standing together. The visual impact was quite great. The real-life version of picking faults was much scarier than the one in the morning...

[Even DNA comparison can be omitted...]

【Wangwangwang! 】

Hurry up, stop dawdling, the dog is hungry!

After this unpleasant shout, the two copy-and-pasted faces finally had a little more expression.

[Fang Fang, my daughter, I am your father. Do you still remember me? For thirty years, your father has been looking for you. Finally, your father has found you! ]

The old man held back his sobs, afraid that she would not believe him, and quickly took the photo out of his arms and stuffed it into her hand.

Fang Fang took the photo without looking at it. She said "oh" softly and turned to go into the house.

Fang Guoqing looked at his wife in surprise and distress as she came towards him. She shed two lines of tears with every step she took, four lines of tears with every two steps, and the tears kept flowing more and more. In the blink of an eye, her face was covered with tears, but she bit her lip tightly and didn't make a sound.

The old man who followed into the house stretched out his hand, but did not pull his daughter's arm. He called the dog into the house, turned around and closed the door.

My daughter is wearing thin clothes. Don't let her catch a cold.