When the pears are green

Song Li didn't have the habit of taking a nap in the past. Usually when Song Yue took a nap, she would go to the yard to be alone, counting ants or whispering to the big locust tree.

When Song Li returned to the room, she saw Song Yue sleeping soundly, and a feeling of tiredness surged over her heart.

After taking off her shoes and lying on the bed, Song Li fell asleep quickly.

When Song Li woke up, it was already dusk. She stared at the dim window, listened to the rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves, and said softly, "It turns out to be dusk."

Song Li didn't rush to get up. She sat up slowly and reached out to touch the silver hairpin that was exposed from under the pillow. She took the silver hairpin in her hand and looked at every part of it carefully.

This was Jiang Qingzhou's mother's thing. When she handed the silver hairpin to Jiang Qingzhou, she must have felt infinite attachment and deep guilt towards the two children.

Song Li held the silver hairpin in her hand. She felt that she needed to change her mindset and could no longer look at the young Jiang Qingzhou with the eyes of an adult.

I am Song Li, 15 years old. It is common for a 15-year-old girl to marry a 15-year-old boy who is slightly younger than her. Since I can't go back, why not make it easier for myself?

Song Li once thought about asking Zhang to find an older man for her, but apart from widowers, there were no other single men in their twenties.

"He is good-looking. Although his family background is average, the family is simple. He is smart and hardworking. The most important thing is that he studied with his father for a few years and can read and write." Song Li counted Jiang Qingzhou's advantages in her mind. She laughed as she thought about it. It turned out that Jiang Qingzhou had so many advantages.

In this land, it is rare to find such a husband. If others did not think that Jiang Qingzhou's parents died early and there was no adult to support him at home, this marriage would probably not fall on her. Song Li felt that she was convinced.

The yard was still quiet, with no other sound except the sound of the wind. Song Li suddenly felt a little lonely. She hugged her legs and buried her head in them, constantly calculating in her mind how fast she had to run to catch up with the setting sun.

"If Xiao Ming starts from home and travels at a speed of 5km/h, how long will it take him to reach the sun, which is million kilometers away?" This question popped up in Song Li's mind. She shook her head quickly. Xiao Ming was indeed the memorable classmate.

Song Li's sadness was diluted a little. She patted her face and told herself: From today on, I am Song Li. Don't think about anything, especially don't think about my mother. Live a good life, which is what my mother wants to see most.

Song Li let the tears slowly slide down her face and drip onto her clothes. She slowly recovered her emotions, wiped her tears with her sleeves, changed her clothes, and said goodbye to her past self.

The quietness of the afternoon is most likely to make people sad.

Suddenly, the laughter of Song Xing and Song Yue came from outside the window, as well as Song Changhe's scolding: "Didn't I tell you to play outside the door? Your eldest sister is still asleep, don't wake her up."

Song Li hurried to the window. She looked at Song Xing and Song Yue who were a little overwhelmed, and shouted loudly: "Dad, I'm awake."

"Sister, come out quickly!" Song Yue and Song Xing shouted at the same time. Song Li rubbed her eyes and walked out of the room with a smile.

As soon as Song Li walked out of the room, Song Yue grabbed her arm. Song Yue smiled and put her head on Song Li's arm. The two of them looked at Song Changhe sitting under the locust tree, Song Xing squatting on the ground counting ants, and the curling smoke coming out of the kitchen.

Song Xing raised his head and pointed at the clouds in the west and asked Song Li and Song Yue to look back.

The clouds were about to dim, and the crimson clouds instantly turned gray.

The sound of "cluck, cluck" came from the chicken coop. The roosters were still fighting for territory on the wooden rack, while the hens were quietly nestling in the chicken coop, ignoring the fighting on the wooden rack.

"Sister, why don't you speak?" Song Yue asked worriedly.

"Yueyue, I just woke up and I'm still a little groggy!" Song Li said, smiling and touching Song Yue's head which was still resting on his shoulder.

After hearing this, Song Yue took out a small sandbag from her bag and asked Song Li to play the sandbag throwing game with her.

"Big sister, second sister, I want to play too." Song Xing ran over immediately.

"You can't cheat."

"Second sister, I promise not to cheat."

"Well, as long as my sister agrees, I have no objection."

"Sister, sis."

"Then let's go together!"

Song Li picked up a branch and drew a nine-square grid on the ground. The three of them used the scissors, cloth, and hammer method to decide who would be the first to throw the sandbag.

Song Yue stood in front of the grid, gently threw the sandbag into the second grid, and then jumped over with a smile.

Song Changhe looked at the three children jumping in the yard. He stood up and walked towards the kitchen with a smile.