Sad reminder Xiaobai

Listening to it falling by the window, tick-tock, sounded.Zhou Ji put on his overcoat honestly, held a water glass, and sipped it in small sips.

This state is not because of Zhou Ji's peace, but because his hands have just returned to some temperature, and there is really nothing else to do, so he has to drink water.

The euphemistic name is, drink water when you are thirsty, drink water when you are idle, drink water when you have something to do, and drink water when you are bored.

In the afternoon, the snow fell harder and harder, so Zhou Ji got off the kang, walked to the door, looked outside, the heavy snow was falling, from a distance, the world was the same color, there were no tall buildings, no cars, The surroundings are quiet, and the sound of snow on the surrounding trees and falling from the branches can be heard.

Those little chickens were also moved to the next hut.

Seeing A Niang holding the bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, her stomach reacted quite cleverly.

Just after eating, the corner of the room was already too dark.The uncle lights the oil lamp, and the lamp will be extinguished after one hour at most.

This hour is to prepare for washing and sleeping, and there is nothing else to do, at least for Zhou Ji.

There is only one kang bed at home, which is very big, and Zhou Ji sleeps in the middle, listening to the uncle and the others, chatting about planting, farming and so on.

Turning his head to Liang Nuo's affairs, he thought, at this time, she should be asleep too.

But such a thing, she can sleep, okay?

She is really a very stubborn girl, Zhou Ji, feel ashamed.

Listening to the sound of snow falling on the roof tiles, the sound of ticking, ticking, and occasionally a few dogs barking, disturbed my thoughts.

I closed my eyes, thinking, go see her again tomorrow.

In the early morning, Zhou Ji was a little heavy from the quilt, turned around, but heard some discordant voices.

Slightly forbearance, Zhou Ji, understood with a flick of his head, um, here, it's better to pretend to be asleep.

The whole person was covered in the quilt, which was very warm, but it was a little airtight. After a while, the temperature on the kang bed was a bit too high.

No way, thinking, put the feet under the quilt, it became much cooler, and vaguely heard voices.

"Ah Ji is going to wake up later. I'll make some food, and you can feed the chicken some food."

"okay."

After being quiet for a long time, Zhou Ji blinked his eyes, thinking, he should be able to show his head.

The exposed feet were moved into the bed by the warm palm.The door rang with a muffled sound, and was quietly closed again.

Zhou Ji exposed his head, breathing in the fresh air. There was already a dazzling white light outside the window, although it was not the sun, but the light reflected by the snow.

It’s better to sleep until you wake up naturally. Get up, wash your face, sit on a small chair, holding hot porridge, A Niang is busy in the kitchen, and the uncle is holding an ax and chopping firewood. For Zhou Ji, this kind of life is really true. It was an unexpected life experience.

It's very quiet, even a little idle, but Zhou Jiyou likes this state very much, while thinking, if there is a pen and paper to draw some landscapes, it will be very emotional.

Although, this is a very luxurious thing.

After I was full, I stepped back and forth on the snow in the yard, footprints of different shades, some were uncles, some were aunts, Zhou Ji, looking for ways to play by himself.

Hold the snowball, aim at a certain point, and simply look at the hit rate.

When I was tired of throwing, I went back to the house, drank hot water, and ate cakes. This was lunch.

In the afternoon, the uncle went out, Zhou Ji told A Niang to go to Liang Nuo's place, A Niang agreed.Zhou Ji was wearing a round cap before going out.

There are many people walking on the roadside, the mud and snow melt together, and Zhou Ji has to walk on tiptoe carefully.

It's a coincidence, it's rare to be allowed to go out, but it's the girl who pushed herself and fell into the field. It's a narrow road, and Zhou Ji's choice, of course, is to hide.

There is no way, there will always be a group of people around her, who are bigger than herself at first glance, weak and weak.

Fortunately, the group of children didn't pay much attention, otherwise, really, maybe they would have to trouble that aunt to do the laundry again.

In such a cold day, clothes are really hard to wash. Thinking about it, Zhou Ji no longer has the idea of ​​doing laundry by himself.

When they arrived at Liang Nuo's house, Zhou Ji knocked on the door a few times, but no one answered. Guess, isn't she at home at this time?

Pushing open the door and entering the yard, the yard was covered with snow and clean, which made Zhou Ji feel as if he had discovered a treasure.

Step by step, walking carefully, looking around, first went to the kitchen, only to find her squatting by the stove, adding firewood.

My hand was still red and purple, and it was terribly swollen.

The hair hanging on the side seems to have grown a lot.

Walked to her side and called out softly "Arnold"

She raised her head, her eyes were red and swollen with bloodshot eyes, her mouth was dry and cracked as if it was about to be torn apart.

With a heavy nasal voice, he replied dryly, "Why, is it time?"

Unable to bear it, she stretched out her hand to hold her left hand with both hands, and was afraid that her hand would also crack. I have seen classmates like this before. Zhou Ji felt that this was one of the most uncomfortable things.

She didn't withdraw her hand, and Zhou Ji didn't know what to say, so she just said, "Hands, it's so cold."

She turned her hands over and lay on her back so that Zhou Ji's small hands could wrap around them.

"Okay, I'll give you a little stool to sit on."

Sitting by the stove, it was much warmer, and Zhou Ji could feel his face being burned.

Sitting by the side, her hand finally had a somewhat normal temperature.

He held her seldom free right hand and covered it together, although his small hand was not enough.

Zhou Ji wondered, how old is he?

He blurted out, "How old am I this year?"

She tilted her head, thought for a while, and said, "Probably, it's almost five years old."

At the age of five, is she a little short? She suddenly said, "You look a little small, but in the future, you will grow taller."

Zhou Ji thinks that these words are generally comforting, whether it works or not is another matter.

Curious about her age,

Zhou Ji simply asked, "Arnold, what about you? How old are you?"

"Nine years old"

She is nine years old and quite normal. So, to sum it up, well, Zhou Ji found that she was a little stunted.

After a few words, she had something to do, so it was impossible for Zhou Ji to hold on to her hand all the time.Seeing that she was boiling a kind of medicine, the smell was extremely strong, Zhou Ji endured it and didn't vomit.

Guess, she's sick?

Before she could ask her doubts, she said first, "This is for Dad."

Zhou Ji clicked, and responded with "Oh"

She, however, suddenly bent her mouth and smiled.

Like a little follower all the way, followed her into the back room, Zhou Ji, only then realized that it was not she who was sick, but her father.

She didn't speak, except for coughing and panting, Zhou Ji followed her side with some fear.

Seeing her busy for most of the afternoon, she didn't stop, the sky gradually darkened, and she only ate some cakes, probably the cakes that A Niang gave to her family before the Chinese New Year.

Zhou Ji didn't know what to say, but just wanted to help her as much as possible, even if it was just a little, it would make her feel better.

Listening to the thunderbolt sound of the firewood being burned, Zhou Ji rang firecrackers all at once. Ever since he had a childhood shadow, Zhou Ji was really afraid of special noises.

She purposely leaned closer to get closer to Zhou Ji.

It's nothing to do, Zhou Ji helped her cover her hands, and the time passed so quickly when she was inattentive.

Seeing that it was completely dark outside, Zhou Ji was a little worried if Aunt would be worried.

She probably thought of this as well, and said, "I'll take you home."

Seeing that she was wearing such thin clothes, Zhou Ji just wanted to find some other explanations so that she wouldn't have to be bothered.

A Niang's voice sounded outside the door, Zhou Ji ran to the door and said "A Niang"

She stopped in front of the door, and A Niang held her hand and said to her, "This child, did you not trouble you?"

"No, she is very obedient."

After a pause, there was a coughing sound in the room, and A Niang asked, "Your father is sick, is he better?"

She, looking into the room, said "now, have been drinking medicine,"

"Well, I'll go first."

Said anxiously.

"Okay, then we'll go back too."

"kindness"

Zhou Ji watched her turn and enter the room, and suddenly said on a whim, "Tomorrow, I will come to you again to play."

After saying this, Zhou Ji felt that he was really naive!

It's a big embarrassment. Sure enough, IQ is not directly proportional to age.

She stopped, turned around, and said "yes"

Immediately after she turned around and entered the room, the lights in the room came on, and Zhou Ji was also dragged away.