Love Letters

Chapter 238 He Miao, Happy New Year!

When Zhao Huijuan saw He Miao crying so sadly, she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"My Miaomiao seems to cry like this."

She didn't remember He Miao, but she was so anxious that she reached out and wiped her nose with her sleeve.

He Miao sniffed his nose, feeling a little embarrassed, and turned his head away without letting her wipe it.

"Let's go back."

He Miao pulled Zhao Huijuan and started walking back.

"Huijuan!"

"Huijuan!"

"Where have you been?"

He Miao could hear He Dashu's voice from a long distance away.

He looked like he was going crazy.

The little old man ran a thousand meters in a hurry.

"I'll go find Miaomiao."

As she said that, she looked at He Miao and said, "This child sneaked out again."

He Miao quietly listened to Zhao Huijuan's cries of "the thief is thief", but he knew what was going on but did not say anything.

"I'll tell her later. It's cold, so let's go back now."

Zhao Huijuan nodded and followed him back.

He Miao followed immediately.

Jingjing was running in the front, jumping happily.

It knows nothing and just keeps running.

It was now running forward with three legs dragging one hind leg, looking a little awkward.

Even so, it can't stop its "show-off"!

Jingjing's leg was injured by someone.

Zhao Huijuan was chased and attacked by other people's geese because she ran out secretly.

Jingjing appeared at this time, calling and chasing the goose away, and finally chasing it to someone's home...

Later, he was locked in a small woodshed for the entire night.

The moonlight poured in quietly, but it couldn't be quiet at all.

It would cry out every few minutes, hoping someone would come and rescue it.

Its miserable cries cannot win any sympathy from others, and those who feel sorry for it cannot hear it.

It didn't eat or drink and just kept barking all night, and the next day it came back with a limp in one leg...

This was the first time Jingjing lost her spirit and vitality, the only time Jingjing did so.

After Zhao Huijuan went to the hospital and was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, she continued to do farm work regularly at first.

He Dashu often asked her to play cards to exercise her brain, and bought her milk powder for her to drink every day. Now she is in her sixties, and I hope she is doing well.

Time really changes a lot, especially for the elderly.

When He Miao went back to his hometown to celebrate the New Year, he found that many elderly people in the village had passed away.

The neighbors who are the same age as my parents have also grown old, and I don’t even know whose children I see on the street belong to!

When she was a child, she saw familiar faces everywhere she went. Now that she has grown up and walks around the village, they all think she is from another place.

In fact, she is the one who grew up in this village!

The saddest thing is not "children meet each other without knowing each other, and ask the guest where he comes from with a smile", but "the rusty lock on the broken door has not been opened for a long time.

The grey brick path was covered with dry moss, and the yard was full of nameless dead grass, which made a bitter taste go down my throat.

I suddenly remembered that when my parents were still alive, they used to cook at the stove. I suddenly realized that I am alone now, with no one at home to talk to about my feelings.

In the evening, He Dashu was smoking alone in the kitchen.

Zhao Huijuan has forgotten everyone. She may never think of him again, and she won't nag him anymore...

When he thought of this, He Dashu's eyes dimmed.

With a "click!", the wooden door of the kitchen was pushed open.

Seeing the person coming, He Dashu knocked on the stove with his old pipe.

"What's wrong? Can't sleep?"

He Dashu put away his pipe and spoke in a patient tone.

"Ah."

Zhao Huijuan's eyes were clear at this time, but there was a hint of sadness in them.

"Da Shu, if I leave, you can follow the children into the city."

"What are you talking about? I've been here the whole time."

He Dashu was so anxious that the cigarette on his body fell off.

As he said this, he turned to look at the firewood burning in the earthen stove, "I'm sorry Huijuan, I always make you angry."

"Do you really think you can piss me off?"

Zhao Huijuan licked another stick of firewood and said, "I know exactly what you are thinking about. You are just good at talking."

A rare kind smile appeared on her face.

"Huijuan."

"what?"

"do not forget me."

"Can't forget."

"I still want you to continue to control me."

"Then you have to listen to me."

"Then I won't leave. I'll stay here."

"The children will naturally have their own development and future, and we will not interfere anymore."

There was a blazing fire in the stove in the house, and dry wood was burning, making crackling sounds.

And outside the house it started to snow quietly...

Snowing is a wonderful process. The plain white color comes to the south, as if long-lost friends will come as promised sooner or later to know and cherish each other.

Listening to the snow all night, ten miles of pear blossoms are in full bloom.

The green pines and bamboos are waiting just to be embraced by the warmth of the snow.

Therefore, even if the whole world were to freeze, I would still be willing to wait for it to turn into white snowflakes and come slowly.

Or float down a broken bridge, or quietly fall into a pool of still water, and blend into this world.

The surroundings were strangely quiet, only the temperature was quietly dropping, just for the final song when the ice and snow came.

So everything is sealed, like a silent wait.

The huge stage is given to ice and snow, and let her dance for winter.

The ice and snow lived up to our expectations and came with the wind, as if all the noise had been swept away into the dust, making this winter a happy one in the world.

On a foggy morning, winter was stranded in this world of ice and snow.

The fog dissipated, revealing the jade-like branches and leaves, all covered in silver and white. The whole winter was so calmly and thoroughly beautiful.

The vast stretches of bamboo and pine forests look like brides wearing phoenix crowns and bridal robes.

A glance and a smile make the whole city bloom with flowers; a moment of lowering eyebrows and nodding head is like a piece of music of mountains and flowing water, revealing the simplicity and naturalness of returning to nature.

At dusk, several people went to shake a tree at the same time.

Look at the snow falling from the trees, it's like a rock sugar rain.

Occasionally, some people who can't run fast will be favored by ice and snow. Being hit on the head is not a big deal, but the ice will slide down the neck and into the clothes, and they can't take it out or shake it out...

Ah! What a lucky little fellow, he carried him on his back all winter.

At night, the family gathered under the dim yellow light, which was just like the saying "children sit in front of the lamp late at night", warm and beautiful.

The children rushed to tell their parents about interesting things happening at school, and they told them about their past years.

My wandering thoughts drift with the snow outside the window, drifting back to this land long, long ago.

Outside the house, there was only ice, snow and cold wind dancing together.

The aging of generations is exchanged for the growth of generations, so willingly and without regrets, just like the four seasons that alternate without hesitation, without breaking their promise and cannot stay for long.

As for children, they cannot miss classes even on snowy days.

Each of them held a big flower umbrella and wore a pair of knee-length rain boots to go to school.

On the way to school, he was very restless, sometimes stepping on the snow beads on the grass, and sometimes tearing off an icicle to lick.

Peel off the ice on the leaves, wow, like a white butterfly, put it in the palm of your hand, as if holding the whole winter.

When I get to school, I can’t fold my umbrella because there is a thick layer of “armor” on it. So I might as well let it bloom quietly like a big flower.

This year's New Year is still very lively.

At night, He Miao lay on the bed and looked at his mobile phone for a while. Not long after, a notification sound came. It was a text message from an unfamiliar number.

【He Miao, Happy New Year! 】