The husband and wife of a wealthy school

"There are too many bags, it's hard to take them. They're stored at the station. I'll take Uncle Carpenter's tricycle to pick them up tomorrow. Let's go, let's go home first."

As Zhao Yan said, he took his sister's hand and was about to leave. A gust of cold wind wrapped in snow blew across the street, blowing the bangs on his sister's forehead.

Zhao Jingjing: "Brother, didn't you just take two bags when you left, why are there so many bags?"

"I bought a lot of things, Jingjing, wait a minute, I'll go get something."

Zhao Yan went back to the station, went to the luggage storage area, took out the woolen hat bought for Jingjing from his bag, and gave it to her.

"The hat I bought for you is very warm, and your head won't be cold when you put it on." Zhao Yan said while cleaning the snow from Jingjing's hair.

Zhao Jingjing took the wool cap and was very happy: "It's so beautiful! It's much better than Chen Yu's in our class. Chen Yu still shows off all day long."

Zhao Yan cleaned off the snow from her head and said, "Okay, put it on and see if it's warm."

Jingjing took the hat and touched it around and couldn't put it down, but she didn't put it on her head, "I don't wear it, my hair is too dirty, I have to go back and wash my hair before putting it on."

Zhao Yan took the hat out of her hand and put it on immediately, "It doesn't matter if it's dirty or not, as long as it's not cold."

Zhao Jingjing touched the hat on her head, feeling warm and happy: "Brother, do you look good? Do I look good?"

Zhao Yan took her hand and said as he walked: "It's not good-looking, the face is too dirty, girls should love to be clean."

Zhao Jingjing: "Who says I don't like to be clean? It's not because of you. Mom said that when you come back today, you are going to kill the chicken that only eats millet but does not lay eggs. The chicken seems to know that someone wants to kill it. Jump, our mother couldn't catch it, and in the end it was me who chased it from the yard to the outside of the house, and chased it for a mile before catching it, which made my face dirty."

The hand in my hand didn't look like the hand of a 14-year-old girl at all. It was a bit rough, with chilblains on each finger and uneven nails.Listening to the chatter in Jingjing's mouth, Zhao Yan felt a sore taste, spreading from his throat to his eyes.

Zhao Yan: "Did Mom praise you for your ability?"

"No, she is in a hurry to kill the chicken."

Zhao Yan: "I'll give you some more chicken when I get back, okay?"

"No, grandma has caught a cold these two days. Let her eat more and get better soon. Brother, you should eat more too. Mom said going to college will waste your brain."

The brother and sister walked along the street of the bus station, and when they were about to reach the street, Zhao Yan saw a tricycle parked at the intersection of the street.Zhao Kai was putting his luggage on the tricycle. Standing beside the tricycle was Zhao Kai's father, who was smoking. With the light from the clothes shop on the street, he could see the scarlet cigarette butts flickering.

A rainproof cloth was built on the tricycle compartment to block the wind and snow.

Zhao Yan looked at the cloth cotton shoes on Jingjing's feet again. The snow on the ground was almost rubbing against the uppers of the shoes. It took at least two hours to walk over the mountains and walk home.

"Jingjing, are your shoes wet? Are your feet cold?"

She didn't pay much attention, Jingjing stopped and felt it carefully, "It seems a little wet, but the feet are not cold."

Zhao Yan: "Let's take Uncle Shuanzi's tricycle back home, shall we?"

He feels sorry for his sister, a 14-year-old child, the temperature will get lower and lower at night.

Zhao Kai's father's scientific name is not Zhao Shuanzi. For some reason, the villagers are used to calling him Shuanzi.

Zhao Jingjing pursed her lips, and rolled her eyes in the direction of the tricycle in the dark, "Hmph, Uncle Shuanzi is not kind, so he won't ride in his car."

The light was dim, and Zhao Yan didn't see his sister's wonderful expression.

Zhao Yan: "Whether he's honest or not, we don't do business with him. If you have a car and don't take it, you're a fool, don't you think so?"

Zhao Jingjing: "It seems to be right."

Zhao Yan pulled his sister over and asked, "Uncle Shuanzi, you came to pick up Zhao Kai. Coincidentally, I also came back on the train today, just in time for a ride, Jingjing, thank you Uncle Shuanzi."

Zhao Jingjing listened to his brother very much, "Thank you, Uncle Shuanzi."

Uncle Shuanzi: "Thank you from the whole village. The top students are back. Yanyan, you are the hope of our village. Uncle is waiting for you to be successful in the future and build a road for the village."

"Uncle Shuanzi, you are joking, Zhao Kai is also good, and he will definitely be more promising than me in the future."

In the previous life, Zhao Yan would definitely not be able to sit in this car. The real 18-year-old Zhao Yan is a little stubborn. As the saying goes, the more inferior a person is, the more self-respected he is.In the eyes of others, it is a dull and stupid.

Zhao Yan didn't care about Zhao Kai who was standing silently, and helped his sister into the car first.

Uncle Shuanzi couldn't help but look at Zhao Yan several times. He walked around a big city, but it was different, people were much more lively.

Then he saw Zhao Kai who was standing on the side with his neck stuck and not speaking, he frowned, and walked around the same big city, what happened to this kid today.

There were two small benches in the carriage, Zhao Kai sat on one, Zhao Yan sat on the other, and Zhao Jingjing sat next to his brother's leg on the iron sheet at the bottom of the carriage.

She found that the two were not right, so they sat face to face without speaking, Zhao Jingjing called out to Zhao Kai: "Brother Kaizi."

Zhao Kai glanced over, nodded, and said nothing.

It was a winding mountain road, the road was uneven, and the carriage was very bumpy. Sitting on a small stool, one had to hold onto the sideboard of the carriage so as not to be accidentally knocked off the stool.

Half-old tricycles "bang bang" on such a road.

The night in the mountains was thick, except for the two beams of light from the car headlights, it was completely black at first glance, and only the outline of the white mountain could be vaguely seen.

The light in the rear compartment covered by the rainproof cloth is dim. Occasionally, when the mountain wind is too strong, the corners of the rainproof cloth are lifted by the wind, and a gust of cold wind suddenly rushes in to wrap the snow.

Zhao Jingjing was sitting in the carriage holding his brother's leg, and Zhao Yan was touching her hair, which was a little long, twisted into two braids, and it felt sticky to the touch.

When she got into the car just now, Zhao Jingjing tore off the new hat from her head and put it in her arms.

Zhao Yan: "How long has it been since you washed your hair?"

Zhao Jingjing: "It's been a long time."

Zhao Yan: "Why don't you wash your hair?"

"Mom said I'm a big girl, I have to wash my hair and braid my hair, it's too cold, I don't want to wash."

Zhao Yan: "Girls should be clean."

"Mine isn't too dirty. Some female students in our class have lice all over their heads after not washing their hair for too long."

Zhao Yan: "When I go back tonight, can I wash it for you?"

Zhao Jingjing: "Okay."

The closer to the village, the more bumpy the road, and the tricycle drove to the village and stopped with a "bang bang".

Zhao Yan pulled his sister out of the car, looked up and saw the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, with a thick trunk and bare branches stretching into the air, standing upright in the wind and snow, and the treetops were covered by falling snow.

Sure enough, the tree is still there.

Zhao Yan walked around to the car and thanked Uncle Shuanzi.The tricycle drove away, and Zhao Yan and his sister headed home.

In the previous life, since his mother left, Zhao Yan dreamed of his mother more than once.Once in a dream, his mother was still young and strong before she was sick. She went to work in the fields, but suddenly disappeared.

Finally, on the way home, I found the hoe my mother carried when she went to the fields. On one side of the road was a steep cliff. The sixth grandmother who usually liked to sit in the village and bask in the sun said loudly, I just saw your mother from Fell off the cliff.

Zhao Yan woke up from the dream with cold sweat all over his head.

Waking up from a dream in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, the only thing that can make him feel nostalgic is the old black and white photo on the simple table in the living room.

There is a saying that the child wants to support but the relative is not there.

But at this moment, he was walking on the road in front of his house, holding his sister's warm hand in his hand, it was extremely real, and the "squeak" sound of shoes stepping on the snow was very clear.

He could see the smoke rising from the chimney on his roof.

He was suddenly a little scared, afraid that this rebirth was just a dream. After waking up from the dream, what he faced was still the dilapidated and deserted home and the old black and white photo on the simple table.

He involuntarily squeezed his sister's hand, and quickened his pace, as if eager to prove something.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? You scratched me."

Hearing this voice, Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief. He collected himself, let go of his sister's hand, and rubbed it lightly, "Does it still hurt?"

Zhao Jingjing: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Pushing open the wooden door, there was a "squeak" sound.Hearing the sound, his mother came out to welcome him, and stood in front of the house across the yard and called him: "Yanyan, you're back."

Looking at the woman standing in front of the house, Zhao Yan's eyes became hot. He thought he remembered it, but he had forgotten how his mother looked when she was in her early 40s, so she was so young.

When the "Mom" came out, I was choked with sobs.

As soon as his mother heard that the voice was wrong, she hurried over to pull him into a bright place in the room. Seeing his reddish eyes, she asked eagerly, "What's wrong? Who bullied you? Jingjing, who bullied you?" Your brother?!"

Zhao Jingjing: "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about! Who can bully my brother, it's obviously because sand has blown into his eyes."

The fucking tone of "tell me who bullied you, and I'll avenge you" immediately rolled up my sleeves and found someone to fight, made Zhao Yan burst into laughter.

Zhao Yan was smiling from the corners of his brows and eyes, showing eight teeth and deep dimples, almost crying.

"My son is getting more and more handsome." Zhao Yan's mother said.

Zhao Yan said the first sentence to his mother: "Mom, your hair is really black."

Zhao Jingjing: "Mom knows you're coming back today, and you washed your hair last night."

Zhao Yan's mother: "You little girl, I've never seen a girl as lazy as you if I told you to wash it if you didn't."

Just as he was talking, his grandma came out from the back room, "Yanyan is back, come and let grandma see if she has lost weight. After walking for more than half a year, it will be a great crime to be alone outside without a caretaker."

……

After dinner, Zhao Yan washed his sister's hair by the iron stove, while his mother sat on a stool beside her knitting a sweater.

The hair was really dirty, after changing two basins of water, the shampoo on it could produce foam. Zhao Yan scratched Jingjing's scalp gently with his fingers, and scratched the shampoo foam onto the scalp.

Jingjing laughed and yelled.

Zhao Yan: "Don't move, just scratch it to clean it."

"Xiao Nizi is not ashamed, she asked your brother to wash her hair at such an age, if it spreads, it must not be laughed at." His mother made fun of his sister.

Zhao Jingjing's teeth were sharp and her mouth sharp: "I don't care whoever laughs the most."

"Look how beautiful you are!" After speaking, his mother asked Zhao Yan, "How about a big city?"

Zhao Yan: "It's pretty good, I'll take you to see it later."

"My son is out."

……

Lying on his bed at night, Zhao Yan took out his mobile phone to look at it when he had time. He found a message from Yan Cheng and asked him if he was home.

Zhao Yan looked back: We have arrived long ago.

Yan Cheng: How does it feel to be home?

Zhao Yan: Very good, did you not go home?

Yan Cheng: I'm back.

Zhao Yan: How does it feel to go home?

Yan Cheng: Not very good.

Zhao Yan: My family is relatively simple, and I thought that I must make a lot of money in the future so that they can live a good life.

Yan Cheng: Then you don't need to make a lot of money, you just need to hold on to me.

Zhao Yan: How can I hold you firmly?

Yan Cheng: What do you think?

Zhao Yan: I don't know.

Yan Cheng: When we meet, I'll teach you.Have you received the fruit?

Zhao Yan: No, probably soon.

……

The next day, Zhao Yan got up early. He wanted to make breakfast for his family, and when he opened the door, the snow stopped.

It was dark last night, so I didn't look closely, everything in the yard was still the same yard, full of memories, and the jujube tree, Zhao Yan couldn't help laughing.

The smile was still on his face, and he didn't let it go. Suddenly, a woman's scream came from the house next door. The voice was very shrill and creepy.

Zhao Yan froze in place, his expression froze on his face.

The shrill screams continued, evoking Zhao Yan's memories.

Yes, he remembered.Maybe at this time in the previous life, Zhao Yan was still a little ignorant about the woman next door, and now Zhao Yan, who has lived for 15 more years, is unlikely to be ignorant.

The family next door had a son who was crippled by polio and could not marry a wife, so the family bought a daughter-in-law, and he was beaten by the sky.When the woman first arrived, she was thin-skinned and tender-skinned, and she didn't look like a countryman at all.

Thinking back now, most of them were trafficked.

He remembered that once, the woman rarely came out to bask in the sun at the door, and he passed by the door next door, the woman stuffed half an orange into his hand, smiled at him, and burst into tears after laughing.

He remembered it very clearly because at that time her hand, half of her little finger was missing, and the wound was still red and swollen.

later……

Later, on the New Year's Eve that I can't remember which year, this woman jumped into a well and died.At that time, he was at home on winter vacation. In the early morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, he passed by the door next door, and saw a group of people around the well in the yard next door, and... he saw a red printed shoe .