Meng Yan's Transformation

The next day

In the early morning, the sky was a pale grey, the silent earth was covered with a layer of crystal clear snow, the trees outside the house were dressed up as jade trees and white flowers, and there was a thin layer of mist all around, which created a unique romance...

Zhan Mengyan got up quietly, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and heard snoring sounds coming one after another.

"Aunt, why did you get up so early?"

Zhan Mengyan lowered her voice and asked.

Zhan Mengyan looked at her aunt: She sat cross-legged on the kang, her gray hair combed meticulously with a comb and tied into a bun at the back of her head. There were still water drops in her wrinkles from washing her face. The collar of her faded blue and blue floral cotton jacket revealed a starched and stiff white lining...

"As we get older, we sleep less. Besides, these guys snore so loudly that it's hard for us to sleep well. I'd better go back to my old house and live here. I really can't stand these guys anymore..."

While my aunt was talking, she got off the kang, went to the kitchen, put on an apron, went to find a bag of rice, and prepared to make breakfast.

Zhan Mengyan hurriedly got off the kang, went to the kitchen and opened the door.

As soon as she went out, the cold air rushed into her neck. Zhan Mengyan shivered involuntarily, but her heart was warm because she knew that this was a special greeting in the morning: Good morning! A new day has begun! Be energetic!

Zhan Mengyan saw the mountains in the distance, looming in the morning light, like the scenery in an ink painting - faint, soft, and so beautiful that it seemed unreal...

Occasionally, the sounds of roosters crowing or dogs barking would make Zhan Mengyan stop looking into the distance.

Zhan Mengyan stretched her arms in the yard, hurriedly picked up firewood from the corner of the yard, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Aunt, how long do you plan to stay at my third cousin's house?"

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she put down the firewood and started to light a fire in the stove.

"As for me, I will leave right after breakfast. Didn't you see that your third cousin and your second cousin don't like me? I said harsh words, but I don't want to take advantage of my age and be disliked here! There is no place like home, even if my house is going to collapse. I will find someone to repair it today, and by the beginning of next spring, I will have a new house to live in."

When my aunt spoke, her eyes were filled with beautiful visions of the future.

My great aunt cleaned the rice skillfully and put it into the pot. With a sizzling sound, white smoke rose up.

The flames in the stove roared, illuminating Zhan Mengyan's face and her aunt's face.

"Then...then aunt, can I go live with you?"

While Zhan Mengyan was talking, she squatted down and helped her aunt add firewood to the stove.

"Of course you can! As long as you don't mind your aunt's house being too shabby and you're not afraid of the risk of it collapsing."

My aunt smiled lovingly as she spoke.

"I'm not afraid, I don't despise you! I'm willing to share life and death with my aunt!"

Zhan Mengyan glowed with confidence as she spoke.

"Okay, then we'll see you tonight! Your brother Zhan Zixun has lived in my place before, let him take you there. My old house is much closer to your school than your third cousin's house. When I leave today, ask Yun Dawen to take your luggage, bedding and other daily necessities to my old house for you."

While my aunt was talking, she lifted the lid of the pot and stirred the rice in it with a spoon.

A cloud of white steam quickly rushed out and filled the entire kitchen.

"Thank you, Auntie! Thank you, Auntie!..."

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she couldn't help but hug her aunt tightly in her arms.

"Look, you silly girl, you are so happy, as if I am taking you to live in the palace. When you see my old house, which is so shabby, don't you regret it and cry?"

While my aunt was talking, she continued to add firewood to the stove.

Watching the steam coming out of the pot, there is a faint aroma of rice in the air...

"Don't worry, Auntie. I won't cry. I will sleep soundly with you by my side!"

When Zhan Mengyan spoke, she felt particularly happy and relaxed.

"Are you not sleeping well at your third cousin's house? Didn't you say you like living in your little house? I feel that your little house is too cold, and it's not as warm as my old house, so I agreed to take you back to live in my old house. It's just that there are cracks in the walls of my old house, and the roof sometimes falls down... I will go back to the old house early today and ask Yundawen to help me repair the wall, fill it with mud, and then repair the roof... And I have to find someone to fix the beams..."

While my aunt was talking, she picked up her pipe again and filled the copper pipe with tobacco with her fingers. She took out a burning charcoal from the stove and placed it on the pipe. She took a deep breath, and the pipe glowed red. The green smoke rose from the pipe. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were like blooming chrysanthemum petals...