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And a man's self-blame is like an upside-down sharp knife, which cuts himself and at the same time arouses the hidden beast in his heart.I have never seen an extremely dangerous expression called "hatred" on Dad's gentle but resolute face. He is like a mighty lion who does not allow any wolves to threaten his group.

"Grandma!" I opened my arms to hug.Since men's feelings are taboo and not good at expressing, then I, a little kid, should be able to vent my thoughts and worries unscrupulously.

"Good baby!" Grandma Huang wiped away the tears bubbling from her face, and hugged me tightly in her arms.As if recalling the warmth of the moment when we first met, Grandma Huang felt the vicissitudes of life and couldn't help sobbing.I gently patted Grandma Huang's trembling back, watching her dark black hair now also stained with autumn and winter frost and snow.

"Don't just stand there, it's already past noon, and the child hasn't eaten yet!" The old man who walked out of the courtyard looked at Nianger San who was crying with his head in his arms, and he was also in tears.

"Yes! Yes! Let's go into the house and talk." Aunt Huang wiped the tears off her face boldly, and led her father to the yard, "Today's lunch is still packed for Heping! Brother Fan, my family No restaurant in Beijing can compare to the peace-cooked dishes." Grandma Huang proudly introduced the delicious method of braised pork to Uncle Fan who was beside him, and Uncle Fan's little grandson swallowed hard.

"Xiao Jian! Don't go and wake up your father! There are guests at home!" Grandpa Fan patted the head of the timid child under his trousers, and blamed him for neglecting the guests. He was as old as an orange peel. But his face showed the sweetness of happiness in his later years, "The child's father is a temporary worker in a nearby steel factory. He has been working for more than ten hours recently, and he didn't come home until nine o'clock this morning." Uncle Fan mentioned that his son was full of get color.

"Aunt Huang, let's have some dumplings today and a few side dishes." Dad rolled up his sleeves and prepared to do a big job.But he didn't expect that his good suggestion made Uncle Fan and Aunt Huang present at the same time embarrassing.The spirit-like father immediately understood that white noodles were a more expensive staple food than rice, and that eating dumplings was too extravagant given the current situation of starvation.

"Aunt Huang, Uncle Fan, you wait!" My father pretended to be mysterious and said, turned around and walked out of the courtyard, and carried the package of two large sheets on the back seat of the bicycle into the courtyard.Looking at my father's silly smiling face, I think he must be proud of his wife's ingenuity and strategizing.

"Aunt Huang, here are two sweaters for you and my Uncle Jian. Ah Ying asked you to check for her, and see that her craftsmanship is not up to your discerning eye." Father unwrapped the first package and took out the sweater from inside. Two neatly folded sweaters were passed into Grandma Huang's hands.

"Okay! Ah Ying knows that I like peonies, and this magnificent peony pattern is a little more gentle and elegant under Ah Ying's hands." Grandma Huang caressed the inlaid flower on the chest of the sweater. Although the stitches of peony flowers are old-fashioned dark blue, this does not affect the gorgeous and delicate texture.

"Your Uncle Jian has always advocated simplicity in food, clothing, housing and transportation. This brown sweater has clear and bright stripes without complicated patterns. The collar is well-opened, which is very suitable for men's resolute and simple style. I also compare Aying's craftsmanship. No more, especially with such a V-neck opening, it is a pioneering work." Grandma Huang was full of praise, but the father next to him shook his head modestly, looking like a good husband and wife who share weal and woe.

"This V-shaped high neckline is still a baby's idea." I have no interest in the knitting method of the sweater. Now I am particularly concerned about the kid Xiaojian who just ran into the door when he opened the crotch and his pants were all gone. Those little butts are so real. Dark enough!Hearing my father calling me suddenly, I turned my head "Huh?" to look at Grandma Huang's enthusiastic eyes.

"Baby, the collar of Grandpa Jane's clothes was designed by the baby?!" Grandma Huang squatted down holding the sweater and looked at me full of surprise and expectation.I looked at the modern sweater in Grandma Huang's hand, and then I remembered that my mother was very distressed when knitting this sweater. Because it must look good and fit Grandpa Jane's temperament, so no matter how we knit the round neck, I couldn't knit it. The ideal feeling of a mother.

At that time, I thought that I used to have a few good sweaters with V-necks, so I casually said that the inverted triangle collar looks good.I didn't expect my mother not only to understand what I meant, but also to weave such clothes with modern design concepts.I can't help but feel sad: If my mother is in the 21st century, she will definitely be a generation of fashion design masters!Coupled with the craftsmanship of Dad's God of Cookery, then we definitely have the capital to be a "rice bug".

"That's right! My baby thinks the collar of the small gown is the most comfortable. Grandpa Jian who my baby likes must also like it." When Mi Chong's wish in this life is never expected to come true, it is better to deal with the "extraordinary" brought about by my extraordinary wisdom first. Bar.I pouted arrogantly, supported the waist of the small bucket, held my head up and dragged the "lawless" sample, and Grandma Huang couldn't help but hugged me into her arms and gave me a burst of passionate kisses.

"This is half a bag of white flour. And these are local red dates, dried water chestnuts, dried taro, and peanuts. These are dried hare and pheasant meat, which are a bit salty. They need to be soaked in boiling water before they can be cooked~~~" Dad said All the things they brought were taken out and piled up in the small yard.Grandma Huang burst into tears of gratitude. Seeing her father talking happily, she secretly turned her face behind her and wiped away the tears from her eyelids.

"Father! What kind of guest is it?" Xiaojian dragged a sleepy, unshaven man into the yard.

"It's Aunt Huang's godson, peace! Hurry up and wash your face and comb your hair, what does it look like?" Uncle Fan reprimanded lightly with some displeasure, his tone and demeanor were similar to that of our dictatorial grandfather. very different.This is "education of love" for others, and my grandfather's is "a filial son is born with a stick".

"He-Brother Heping!" The sloppy man who hadn't woken up heard the faint displeasure of old man Fan, and immediately woke up as if he had received a blow from the head.Looking at the father of the same age in the yard, he is handsome, and although he is dressed in a simple way, he is neat and full of energy.The man scratched the head of the chicken nest a little shyly, and the cat entered the room again with a "chuck".

47 Natural disasters and man-made disasters

"Grandpa~~~" The child named Xiaojian tugged at the trouser legs of Mr. Fan, biting his fingers timidly, and stared at the red dates on the ground unblinkingly with his small dark eyes.

"Jianjian, come here! Grandma Huang will give you something delicious." Grandma Huang grabbed a handful of red dates and coaxed the timid child.

"Puchi—" I couldn't hold back my laughter. Why is the name "Jian Jian" so tragic, it is even worse than my "Bitter Root".Of course, Mr. Fan's surname is Fan, but if this poor baby is called Fan Jian!Thinking of this makes me happy.

"What are you laughing at, little bastard?! You want to call Brother Jian! He is one year older than you, baby." Grandma Huang stuffed the dried red dates in her hand into Xiao Jian's big patched pocket.And I was almost knocked to the ground by Grandma Huang's words "Brother Sword", this name is too talented.

"I'm stronger and taller than him, and he wants to call me brother!" If you beat me to death, I won't be called "Brother Jian", and let me call you a snotty kid with a muddy butt in open crotch pants. , then my fame will be completely ruined.So I proudly hopped up in front of Xiao Jian to compare his arms, stomach, thighs, and height.

"I'm fat and big ears, so I'm ashamed to show it!" My father felt that my behavior was embarrassing him, so he lifted me up by the back of my collar and shook me violently.

"Peace! Let go! It's making the child dizzy." Grandma Huang released me from my father's clutches with a suppressed smile. I curled up in Grandma Huang's arms like a frightened cat and stared pitifully Big Eyes accuses father of child abuse.Grandma Huang gave Dad a reproachful look, and gently stroked my soft back, "The baby is really grandma's pistachio. Your Grandpa Jian must be very happy to see the baby." Grandma Huang thought that Grandpa Jian was still living in a labor camp. People's days, can not help but tears again and again.

"Baby is really a smart child, much better than our Xiaojian." Looking at Xiaojian, he couldn't wait to stuff the red dates into his mouth and eat them. The big red dates made his mouth bulge like a goldfish. A glistening stream of saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.Old man Fan showed a gloomy sadness on his always optimistic face.

"This kid in my family has been spoiled by his grandpa, but Xiaojian is good and quiet." Dad was "broken" for my unfilial son, who was spoiled "inhumanly" by his grandpa.As if Xiao Jian was his own, he said in a tone full of envy.Who doesn't like to be praised for his child's well-being, Mr. Fan is naturally unavoidable, the originally sad mood suddenly cleared up, and the look he looked at his father was called "seeing it as his own".

"Xiaojian, this child~~~, hey!" Mr. Fan spoke in a difficult and difficult way, although it made me even more curious that this child with a tragic name has a tragic background?But seeing Grandma Huang's sad face, no matter how uncommon I am, I know it's better to stop this topic here.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. It's time to have dinner if we continue our chat. You are the head chef, Heping, and we are all under your control today." Seeing that Mr. Fan was depressed, Grandma Huang quickly changed the subject to tease her father.These days, who hasn't had three disasters and nine disasters, and they are also people who have fallen in the end of the world, so why bother with those old things.

"Does Aunt Huang have a big round basin?" Dad quickly picked up the flour sack and looked at the old things that had been picked up all around. None of them had a bottom, so he could only ask Grandma Huang for help.

"Yes! Yes!