folded wings

The door lock was suddenly opened with a "creak", and Zhang Xiaohui opened her eyes in a daze. The pain in her whole body made her unable to move.

The people who came before her were her father and grandma, out of instinct, she retreated into the corner.

Su Liping could see that Zhang Xiaohui was very scared. She squatted down lightly, put her hands on her shoulders, and said softly, "Xiaohui! Don't be afraid, grandma is here."

Zhang Xiaohui looked at the hands on her shoulders, her welt marks were also there, it hurt...

"Xiaohui, don't be afraid that grandma will bring you steamed buns." Su Liping took out a white steamed bun from her pocket as she spoke.

Zhang Xiaohui saw it, and snatched it as soon as she stretched out her hand, and stuffed it into her mouth with all her might.

Su Liping patted Zhang Xiaohui on the shoulder and said, "Xiaohui, don't be choked!"

Zhang Xiaohui slowed down the movements in her hands, staring straight at the ground

"Grandma and your father have something to discuss with you today."

Su Liping turned her head quietly, and glanced at Zhang Changjun behind her: "Grandma and your father have discussed it and will take you to your grandma's house later. She is sick and needs someone to take care of her. It is not easy for your mother to go after giving birth. Bad luck is bad."

Zhang Xiaohui looked at Su Liping, and said cautiously: "Will it never come?"

Su Liping quickly explained: "No, why don't you want Xiaohui? I just sent you to stay for a few days."

Zhang Xiaohui fell silent. Enduring the pain, she stood up, picked up the schoolbag next to her and said, "Let's go."

Then I heard footsteps outside the door,

"Mother, look at your grandson crying again." Zhang Xiaohui saw that it was mother who came.

Zhu Yanling kept patting Zhang Changzhi in her arms, no matter how she tried to coax her, she just couldn't do it well.

Su Liping pursed her lips, took Zhang Changzhi in her arms, shook her in her arms and coaxed her for a while, this time it seemed to have calmed down.

"Xiaohui, are you leaving? Go to grandma's house." Zhu Yanling noticed Zhang Xiaohui in the corner.

Zhang Xiaohui nodded.

Seeing her daughter like this, Zhu Yanling felt a little distressed, and dragged Su Liping to pull her aside: "Mother, I'm really sending the baby there, I'm afraid..."

Before Zhu Yanling finished speaking, Su Liping gave her a cold look, "Don't talk nonsense!"

This sentence scared Zhu Yanling to death. She silently hugged the child and turned around, then changed her face to Zhang Xiaohui: "Xiaohui, let's go now, grandma asked your father to take you there."

"Let's go, Xiaohui." Zhang Changjun on the side had already packed his luggage.

Zhang Xiaohui saw that the pile of packages contained her own clothes. Obviously, what grandma said just now was all a lie to her, and she really can't come back after leaving.

Zhang Xiaohui was sent to the door, and Zhang Changjun deliberately bought a donkey cart from nowhere to see her off.

Zhang Xiaohui got into the car, and Zhu Yanling followed behind with the child in her arms. After all, it was her daughter. Although she couldn't say anything, she finally gave Zhang Xiaohui the only steamed bun in her hand and stayed on the road to eat.

Zhang Xiaohui sat silently in the car, the weather outside was very cold, she was wrapped up layer after layer, but how could Zhang Changzhi, the child in grandma's arms, bear it.

Zhang Changjun covered his whip with one hand and pulled the donkey cart with the other, looked at Su Liping and said, "Mom, go back quickly, the child must be freezing, I'll be back in a while.

Su Liping hugged the child tightly and said, "Okay."

Zhang Xiaohui huddled in the car and kept silent. Seeing her daughter was about to leave, Zhu Yanling wanted to go forward again, but was pulled back by Su Liping. "Where are you going?"

In order to hurry, Zhang Changjun turned his head and said, "Mom, I'm leaving first."

"Let's go!" said Su Liping and bowed to him, "Come back before night!"

"Oh, I see, mother."

The car went a long way, Zhang Xiaohui straightened up, looked back, looked at the home that was far away, maybe she left this time, maybe she really will never come back.

At this time, she heard the grandmother Su Liping behind her whisper: "The money-losing goods have finally left."

Zhang Xiaohui's heart skipped a beat...

Zhang Xiaohui needs to climb another big mountain to get to her grandmother's house. If she walks, it will take a whole day's journey, but today the car goes very fast.

Zhang Xiaohui moved cautiously, but if she did too much exercise, the whip marks on the wound would split, and the car was bumping.

"Xiaohui, get off the bus, your grandma is waiting for you." Zhang Changjun pointed to the front and said.

Zhang Xiaohui looked around, and there was a person standing at the door, who seemed to be... grandma. At this time, she was hunched over and leaning on a cane, smiling kindly at her face in the car.Counting the days, Zhang Xiaohui seems to have not seen her grandma for a long time.

Zhang Xiaohui got out of the car at this time, and saw the wooden house behind her grandma was messed up by the wind, the wood rattled, and the roof was still covered with plastic, as if the wind was stronger and the house could be blown away.

Zhang Changjun also got out of the car, carrying Zhang Xiaohui's luggage, approached the old lady and said, "Mom, I'll leave Xiaohui to you first."

Zhang Xiaohui's grandmother didn't respond, so Zhang Changjun took another step closer and said loudly, "Mom, I brought your granddaughter, Xiaohui will be handed over to you first, and your grandson will be brought over to me tomorrow, so I can show you."

Grandma smiled inexplicably when she heard the words "big grandson", and nodded happily.

Zhang Changjun turned his head and explained to Zhang Xiaohui: "Xiaohui, I'm leaving first. I have something to tell your grandma."

Zhang Xiaohui nodded silently holding her schoolbag.

After speaking, Zhang Changjun bowed to Zhang Xiaohui's grandmother, because Zhang Xiaohui's grandmother sometimes couldn't hear anything, so Zhang Changjun could only make gestures.

Grandma understood this time, and waved to Zhang Changjun.

Looking at her father's back, Zhang Xiaohui suddenly thought of something, she ran forward and pinched the corner of his clothes and said, "Father, I don't have a book anymore, I want..."

Zhang Changjun turned around, threw Zhang Xiaohui away with one hand, pointed at her nose and said, "I want money, right? No! Debt collector! Don't you know what's going on at home? My brother doesn't have any money, how can I give you money?"

Grandma saw that something was wrong with Zhang Xiaohui, she limped to Zhang Xiaohui's side on crutches, protected her behind her, then waved her hand at Zhang Changjun, meaning "don't do this"

Zhang Changjun glanced at Zhang Xiaohui: "Xiaohui be more honest with grandma."

Zhang Xiaohui, who was standing behind her grandmother, suddenly felt cold.

Zhang Changjun drove away in a donkey cart, and he had to get back before dark, or it would be too late.

Now Zhang Xiaohui was thrown to her grandmother, and now they are the only two mothers who depend on each other.

Zhang Xiaohui entered the room with heavy luggage, and the cold wind was blowing through the cracks in the wall. It was colder than the lower room of her own house. Zhang Xiaohui rubbed her hands vigorously to make it warmer.

Her head shrank back into her clothes, she wanted to go home, and now the only thought was "go home" because it was too cold here.

At this time, she didn't know where the grandma got a coat and put it directly on Zhang Xiaohui's body. She looked up at her grandma, and suddenly her body didn't feel so cold. This was the first time she felt so warm. is also like this.

With trembling hands, grandma handed something to Zhang Xiaohui, which was surrounded by red cloth.

Zhang Xiaohui didn't know why, so she thought: "Is this for myself at this time?"

Grandma spat out a few words indistinctly: "Xiaohui, take this book."

Zhang Xiaohui opened the bag and put a few feet of money in it, and she suddenly understood that at this time, grandma bought herself the money for the book.

Zhang Xiaohui pushed it to her grandmother: "Grandma, you can keep it for yourself, I... am not short of money."

Although some words were against her will at this time, Zhang Xiaohui thought, the money was not easy for grandma to earn, why did she rely on going up the mountain to collect firewood, and at a very old age, she had to carry such a heavy bamboo basket back and forth up the mountain, Sometimes I can't earn much money in winter.

In any case, she couldn't accept the money.

Grandma saw Zhang Xiaohui's concerns, put the money beside Zhang Xiaohui, and patted her on the shoulder as a gesture.

Zhang Xiaohui looked around the house, but there was nothing around. The plastic outside was blown away by the wind, and the only plastic on the roof was scattered and moving in the wind.

She huddled under the quilt, and her stomach was already rumbling with hunger. She suddenly remembered that her mother had given her two steamed buns to fill her stomach. A big hole, a lot of things fell out, it must have been scratched.

The white and tender buns were not found, and Zhang Xiaohui lost a lot immediately. She was very hungry, so hungry, and her stomach was growling. A big glass, now I can only drink more water to fill up.

Zhang Xiaohui felt like the wound was about to burst every step she took. She didn't dare to do too much exercise. She followed the wall and sat down on the chair next to her little by little. The pain suddenly came back.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaohui heard a familiar sound of footsteps. She pressed her head against the wall and saw a bowl and chopsticks in her grandmother's hand. She pointed and lifted the lid of the bowl. There was a bowl of porridge inside. The steaming kind.

Grandma held the bowl and blew it in front of Zhang Xiaohui.

Zhang Xiaohui took a mouthful of saliva and shook her head. At this moment, grandma put the porridge on the table, turned around and walked towards the kitchen without saying anything.

Looking at the bowl of porridge on the table, Zhang Xiaohui felt mixed feelings in her heart. No one had ever treated her so well. At least the food was still hot. When she was at home, she only had big steamed buns that were cold.

Zhang Xiaohui's eyes were red, and she leaned against the wall weakly. This time, she was completely abandoned.

"Xiaohui, Zhang Xiaohui heard that it was her grandmother calling her.

Leaning on crutches, she limped to her side and sat down. At this moment, grandma suddenly stretched out her hand, holding a box in her hand, and there was an unknown white object in the box.

Zhang Xiaohui's hand was tightly held by her grandmother, and she felt a burst of pain at this time, and the crack in the whip began to hurt again.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohui in pain, grandma hurriedly let her go.

She leaned forward and said tremblingly at the corner of her mouth, "Xiaohui, Xiaohui doesn't hurt, this is medicine." She pointed to the box in her hand.

Zhang Xiaohui nodded slightly, and extended her arm to grandma. Grandma gently covered Zhang Xiaohui's hands with her hands, and rolled up her sleeves. On the arms, the welts had scabbed, and the blood had stuck to the clothes. Every time the sleeves were pulled up a little, Zhang Xiaohui felt a piercing pain, and she couldn't help but clenched her teeth tightly.

Grandma Zhang looked at the shocking welts, she pointed with her finger, she didn't know what to say, and she reacted very excitedly.

Zhang Xiaohui shook her head lightly and said, "It's okay, grandma, I...I..."

Grandma pulled Zhang Xiaohui's arm to make her stand up. Zhang Xiaohui's back began to hurt a little with this movement, and her clothes were stained red from the wound.

Grandma pursed her lips, her eyes were full of distress, her hands kept shaking, and she gently applied the ointment on Zhang Xiaohui's wound.

The ointment was very cold, and when it was applied on her body, Zhang Xiaohui felt as if a layer of ice was swimming on her body.

After smearing her arms, her back was also smeared. Zhang Xiaohui looked at the bloody clothes next to her and remembered what happened that day. She closed her eyes silently.

Grandma brought the freshly warm porridge to Zhang Xiaohui's mouth, and said indistinctly, "Xiaohui, try it, try it."

Zhang Xiaohui looked down at the porridge in the bowl and got bored. After eating, she felt warm all over, but

Zhang Xiaohui picked up her package and rummaged through her clothes, trying to find a complete dress to put on. At this time, grandma took her hand and shook her head, meaning not to wear it or the wound would be infected.

Zhang Xiaohui's naked body was blown by the cold wind in the room and she felt cold. She took the quilt and put it on her body, and it was only warmer now.

Grandma was limping on a cane, holding dry firewood in her hand, and lit the stove in the house, and the room gradually became warmer at this time.

Zhang Xiaohui leaned against the corner, trying not to let the wind blow, the wind rustled on the roof, grandma held a stool, and after a lot of effort, she finally made up for the leak.

The wind outside also stopped, and it was already dark outside. Grandma's house had no lights, so she could only rely on lighting candles to get some coolness. Grandma lay on another broken bed with her clothes on.

The quilt on Zhang Xiaohui's body was the only bed in her grandmother's house. The weather outside was chilly, so she rubbed her nose with her hands, "Yawn!" At this moment, grandma suddenly opened her eyes, took a candle, got out of bed and Cover Zhang Xiaohui with the clothes on her body.

Zhang Xiaohui felt warmer at this time. Grandma fell asleep on the other side. Zhang Xiaohui pressed her body tightly against grandma. The wind and snow outside were very heavy, but at this moment she felt warm in her heart.