round spring

Thinking of the two big red lanterns on the New Year's Day that year, the red and round sun hung on the top of the red lanterns, one in the sky and a pair on the ground.

As for when I started thinking about Brother Chun, I thought about it carefully for many years later, and traced back to the source, those two red lanterns should be one of the original sins.

——An Yuan's Diary

After the new year, the sound of the year became more and more serious. The chimneys of every household smoked white smoke from morning to night, and the sound of firecrackers never stopped. dawn.

The red firecrackers on the street are spread on the snow, and there are layers of red floating in the white. The children in the street are carrying loose firecrackers that have not sounded after they have been set off in their pockets, holding matches in one hand and whips in the other. , Click and throw, there are "cracks" in the north wind.

Although the day is short, the sun hangs high at noon.

Grandpa Shen used bamboo sticks and red paper to paste two big red lanterns, and let Shen Xingchun hang them on the gate after they were pasted.

Shen Xingchun stood on the stool, An Yuan stood below, supporting the stool and Shen Xingchun's calf.

Shen Xingchun hung a red lantern on both sides of the gate. After hanging up, he said: "I haven't hung red lanterns in my house before. Usually, in the village, there are happy events at home."

An Yuan looked up at the red lantern and asked, "What happy event?"

"Like getting married or something." Shen Xingchun jumped off the stool, stood beside An Yuan, and looked up at the red lantern with him.

When the north wind blew, the yellow tassels under the two red lanterns swayed, and the sun above them swayed too.

The red lanterns shook violently, and the sun went down.

After the grandparents fell asleep, the light in the hut was still on, An Yuan and Shen Xingchun sat at the side of the table, An Yuan was writing a letter to his father, Shen Xingchun was reading a book while watching An Yuan write the letter.

From time to time, Shen Xingchun said to him, "What will Xiao Yuaner write to Dad this time?"

"It's Chinese New Year, I want to say Happy New Year to him," An Yuan put down his pen after finishing writing, folded the letter and put it in an envelope, then raised his head and asked Shen Xingchun, "Will Dad receive my letter before Chinese New Year?"

Shen Xingchun said: "I can receive it. We will send the letter tomorrow."

An Yuan put the envelope away, opened her schoolbag, took out a red book and spread it on the table.

Shen Xingchun pointed to the red leather book and asked, "Xiao Yuaner, what is this? A homework book?"

"This is my diary." An Yuan said.

Shen Xingchun asked curiously: "The little man still keeps a diary?"

"I have always had the habit of writing a diary." After An Yuan opened the diary, he held the pen in his right hand, and arched the back of his left hand, blocking the side of the diary, preventing Shen Xingchun from reading it.

Shen Xingchun deliberately moved the stool beside him, brushed An Yuan's arm with his elbow, and glanced at his diary.

An Yuan glanced at Shen Xingchun who was approaching, and lay down on the diary, covering himself tightly, "Brother can't read my diary."

"What shameful thing is written in the diary?"

"There is nothing shady in my diary, but the diary is personal privacy, my brother can't read it," An Yuan said righteously, "My brother can't pry into my privacy."

Shen Xingchun stopped teasing him, laughed a few times and said, "Okay, I won't read your diary, you write it yourself."

An Yuan watched Shen Xingchun move the chair further away before straightening up. After a while, he took the initiative to speak: "I wrote the two red lanterns at the door today, and my birthday wish."

Only then did Shen Xingchun remember to ask him: "When is Xiaoyuan'er's birthday?"

An Yuan said: "I always celebrate my birthday on the lunar calendar, which is the [-]th day of the year. That's how I got my name. Yuan means reunion."

Shen Xingchun said: "Xiaoyuan'er is the [-]th birthday, this birthday is really good, and the meaning is also good, reunion."

An Yuan lowered his head, holding the pen with his fingers, digging the case of the pen with his nails, and said with a lowered head, "But this year my father is not here. Last time the police uncle said that it might take six or seven years, and I won't be able to follow him for many years to come." Dad celebrates his birthday together, and he can’t celebrate the New Year together. In winter and spring, there is no dad.”

Shen Xingchun touched An Yuan's hair across the table: "Whether it's six or seven years, winter or spring, Brother Chun will always be with you."

That was the first sentence An Yuan wrote about Shen Xingchun in his diary——

Brother Chun said that no matter winter or spring, he will always be with me.

The next day was the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, Uncle Li who had sent them to the police station before called Shen Xingchun to go to the town to buy new year's goods, and Shen Xingchun brought An Yuan with him.

Grandma gave Shen Xingchun the money for buying new year's goods, and gave him a list of new year's goods, "Dachun, you and Xiaoyuan'er buy new clothes and shoes, wear them inside and outside, and look at the other fruits and vegetables." Buy, buy some snacks, candied dried fruits, frozen pears and frozen persimmons, and Spring Festival couplets, all written on it, you can buy according to the above."

Shen Xingchun put the note into his pocket, "Do you and grandpa want to buy anything?"

"Your grandfather and I don't lack anything. When Xiaonian came back, your parents bought us a lot of things. You and Xiaoyuan'er should buy more."

Shen Xingchun looked at the money grandma gave him, and took out half of it and gave it to grandma, "Grandma, I have money too."

Grandma still stuffed the money into Shen Xingchun's pocket, "You keep your own money, and when you go to college, you can keep it for yourself, don't use your own."

An Yuan stood beside her, and patted the inner pocket of her clothes at her grandma, "I have grandma too."

Grandma patted his head, and said with a smile: "Xiaoyuan'er keeps it for himself, grandma and grandpa are not short of money, and our family is considered a big family in the village. You don't know, our family has a lot of land, and we all cover it." Give it to someone else, it’s enough to support the two of you.”

After the two little ones got into the car, they found that they still couldn't sit in the car, they were still the same as last time, Shen Xingchun sat on his lap with An Yuan in his arms.

After arriving in the town, Uncle Li parked the car at the door of the store and said that it was time to go back in the afternoon, and the people in the car went shopping separately.

Shen Xingchun took An Yuan to post the letter first, and then took him to the barber shop. An Yuan's hair was too long, and if he didn't cut it, he could almost braid it.

There were many people in the barber shop, and An Yuan waited for more than half an hour before it was his turn. What the two of them didn't expect was that when it was An Yuan's turn, the barber didn't even ask An Yuan what hairstyle he wanted to cut. Pushing his hair from the back of his head.

At the end of the year, the barber shop was busy, every barber shop was full, and the barber took 10 minutes to cut a hair. The men who came here to cut their hair were all short cuts, so the barber didn't ask. It was a waste of time, and there were still a group of people waiting behind.

Shen Xingchun usually pushes the hair clippers at home by himself. He has always had a cropped hair since he grew up, and he has never been in a barber shop.

When An Yuan raised his hand to cover his head, the barber had already pushed all the hair on the back of his head, and he was sitting on the seat by the door. When customers outside came in, when he opened the door, the cold wind blew his scalp on the back of his head.

An Yuan touched the stubble on the back of his head, and looked at the hair pushed down from the bottom of his feet, his face was almost green, "I haven't said what hairstyle I want to cut, why did you just push me?"

Shen Xingchun sat on the chair, heard An Yuan's changed voice, walked to his side, took a breath when he saw his hair, stretched out his hand to stroke the back of his head, "It's all Pushed it for the child?"

The barber was still holding the clippers in his hand, "Men are all short-cut, one yuan and five, and they can't cut other hairstyles. The Chinese New Year is too busy, so I can only close the shop at ten o'clock in the evening." .”

An Yuan still protected his head with his hand, Shen Xingchun squatted beside him, took off the hat on his head, and took his hand to touch his head, "Xiao Yuaner, Brother Chun also has an inch cut, already There's nothing I can do about it, this year's Chinese New Year is just like Brother Chun, can I stay after the new year's spring?"

Shen Xingchun only pushed his head away two days ago, his hair was very short and hard, An Yuan's palm was itchy for a while, so he quickly let go, and after a moment of silence, he agreed.