The most beautiful love letter

In the afternoon of summer, cicadas hide among the dense branches and leaves and cry non-stop.Zhuo Feifan stepped out of the house carrying a large woven bag and a thick branch.The air seemed to be on fire, scalding every pore with heat.He walked along the roots of the trees, poking the grass on both sides of the path with his long stick from time to time.

The streets are empty and quiet.The whole small village seemed to be taking a nap with people, quiet and serene.Oh, except for these noisy cicadas.Zhuo Feifei looked up, only seeing emerald green eyes.Even the leaves are sunburned.He shook his head like a little old man, turned a corner happily, and set foot on another dirt road.

"Fan Fei, are you going to make money again?" Uncle Zhuo asked while sitting on the big rock at the door, waving a big plantain fan.

"En." Zhuo Feifei raised a big smile and brought a small gust of wind to Uncle Zhuo as he walked.

finally reached.Zhuo Feifei stepped over in three or two steps, and saw that there were many more resources, and his eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile.This is a treasure he found.A pit as big as a house filled with rubbish.Moreover, there are two families nearby who are wealthy households in the village, and for Zhuo Feifan, many of the things thrown out can still be recycled.

He excitedly picked up from the top layer:

Wine bottle, very well, put it up;

Waste paper, well, pack it up;

Plastic, yes, pack it;

There are iron blocks!Very good!Put it on!

When he found the starting point, he simply threw the stick, put on a pair of worn-out thread gloves, and picked it up.Everything is precious to him and has value.He enjoys this kind of Taobao-like fun.There are more and more things in the bag, and there are more and more beads of sweat on the face, rolling down.He had completely forgotten the existence of the sun, and the excitement and enthusiasm in his heart were enough to offset the overwhelming heat.

More than half of the big woven bag was bulging. He dragged the bag forward and met the little girl who was oncoming.

This little girl is Xiaojuan, the daughter of the second daughter-in-law of Zhuo Feifei's third master's family.The reason why she is not said to be the daughter of the second son of the third master is because the second son of the third master passed away in a car accident in his early years, leaving behind a grandson named Xiaojie.But the third master and the third grandmother are friendly people, and they helped their daughter-in-law find a man, so Xiaojuan was born.It's a pity that Xiaojuan's father also left early.Therefore, there are rumors in the village that Xiaojuan's mother has overcome.

Zhuo Feifei has a feeling of sympathy and sympathy for Xiaojuan—they are all children without fathers.

He warmly greeted Xiaojuan to come to his side, leaving Xiaojuan the place with a lot of good things, and went to open up new fields by himself.He lifted up his short sleeves to wipe the sweat off his face, and asked, "Where's Brother Xiaojie?"

Xiaojuan picked it up swiftly, and was so busy that she couldn't lift her head: "I'm watching TV at home."

"Oh, it's a pity." Zhuo Feifei kept trying to persuade Xiaojie to come and shop for treasures with them.In this way, Xiaojuan's family can earn a little more money, and they can also have one more person in their team, which is great.

However, Xiaojie refused very rudely, on the grounds that it would be too embarrassing to pick up trash.

Zhuo Feifei once discussed this issue with Xiaojuan and Xiaojuan's mother who was tending vegetables in the vegetable field.Picking up junk without stealing or robbing, relying on one's own labor for money, how could it be shameful?In exchange for the money, you can not only buy school supplies, but also ice cream and snacks, how beautiful it is.You must know that a piece of ice cream is only [-] cents, and a delicious big head ice cream is only [-] cents.And selling the tatters once can sell several yuan, which takes a long time, and you can still save it!After some discussions, they came to a conclusion: Brother Xiaojie is too thin-skinned.

Zhuo Feifei helped Xiaojuan drag the bag to the intersection, and the two parted ways, going back to their respective homes and looking for their respective mothers.

As soon as we got home, the big yellow dog "Little Tiger" tethered in the corner rushed out, bouncing up and down and barking.Zhuo Feifei scooped up a ladle of water and poured it into its small basin. The little tiger wagged its tail and drank happily.

He leaned the full bag against a corner of the shed, went to scoop up another ladle of water, and drank a refreshment with a "gudong gudong".The water in the big iron basin was warmed by the sun. After a brief wash, he finally felt alive again.Today, it's really hot to death.

Turning on the TV, after a burst of creaking snowflakes, the picture presented was the recently hit Biography of the New White Snake.He was lying on the bamboo mat, shaking his fan clatteringly.

Sure enough, it's still the best night.At that time, the heat has receded a lot.Old people and young people stand or sit at the intersection with rice bowls or fans, sharing something new.Occasionally, I will tell some anecdotes and strange things. At this time, the children who are playing nearby will consciously form a circle and listen to the stories told by the adults.

It was those stories, some of which were really scary, Zhuo Feifei thought vaguely.The ending song was still playing on the TV, the big banana fan slowly covered his stomach, Zhuo Feifan fell into sleep.

"Extraordinary, extraordinary, get up quickly, you're going to be late for school!" Zhuo Feifei dreamed that his little friend was knocking on the door of his house, shouting while doing so.

He struggled to wake up, and heard Xiaohu screaming "Wow, woof, woof" fiercely, and the door was smashed and slammed.

He opened the door, and Uncle Dongyuan's anxious face came into view: "Xiaofan, something happened to your grandpa. Follow me to the hospital."

Zhuo Feifei was stunned: "My mother hasn't come back yet..."

"It's okay. Someone went to the factory to call your mother. You lock the door and follow me."

Zhuo Feifei locked the door blindfolded, followed his uncle on a tricycle, and rushed to the hospital "suddenly".

Grandparents, grandparents, uncles and uncles stood in a pile in the ward, and the nurse was still shouting at the door: "People who are irrelevant, please go out, so as not to affect the patients."

He was pushed to the front of the hospital bed, and he heard his grandpa struggling to squeeze out a few words, "I want...to study...to be filial...to be filial to my parents."

Until he knelt in front of the door wearing a filial hat and kowtowed to every guest who came to express his condolences, he still felt that it was like a dream.A ridiculous dream.Obviously grandpa was still teaching him word problems yesterday.

He followed the instructions of the older generation, behaved well, and did everything well, but his heart was always in a trance, feeling very unreal.

After the mourning period, the young and middle-aged people in the village yelled and chanted to fight against the coffin and put it on the road.Zhuo Feifei hugged the photo of his grandfather and sat around the coffin with other filial sons.The invited suona people played and danced around the spirit table, bouncing around.What a play, he thought.If it was normal, maybe he would be watching the fun from the sidelines just like his friends.

The sound of the suona, the sound of mourning, and the sound of guiding the dead intertwine with each other, whimpering, to the family cemetery.

Seeing the coffin falling into the tomb little by little, Zhuo Feifan suddenly realized: his grandfather is really gone, and he is about to become a small dirt slope, and he will never see his grandfather again.He suddenly burst into tears with a "wow".The cries were drowned in the sea of ​​mourning.

At night, Zhuo Feifan was awakened by the noise.He secretly opened the bedroom door a little, and saw through the gap: Grandma slapped her thighs and jumped up, shouting, "Don't even think about what the old man left behind! Even if I die, I won't live with you beggars." !” Then he slammed the door and left.

Mom sat on the sofa crying with red eyes.The next day he understood that her grandma would live with her uncle and aunt, and they were no longer a family from now on.

As a little boy, he thought to himself: Who cares!My mother and I can also have a good time!

Zhuo Feifan, in the fourth grade of elementary school, was 10 years old at the time.

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