Chapter 174: Fan Wai Erjiu

Ephemeris 278 December 10 snow
I icy for the puddle that I dug, and I did not form strong ice a few days ago. The thin ice floated on the water and spread out under the light of the sun. Now the entire surface of the water has been formed into ice. A bald does not know where to find a small hammer, and squats against the ice.
I asked him what he was doing, and A bald plaused the words: "The little snowman has to take a hot spring!"
The snowman we used to make has become a pool of snow mud. A bald person has pinched a few small snowmen. It is very small, only the size of a bald slap. In order to make these snowmen exist for a long time, A bald will take every day. The little snowman is frozen in the refrigerator.
I knelt down and took off the bald glove. I saw a small bald red hand. His fingers were frozen like a fat radish. I asked him if he was cold and cold. His mouth was hard to say. "With gloves, it won't be cold!"
"Be careful with frostbite, have you forgotten the crack in the hand of the bear grandfather." I bounced the head of A bald. "We make dumplings in the house, do you want to go with us?"
A bald heard the food and came to the end, "dumplings?! fried dumplings or dumplings ~" said the little snowman received in a small box.
"It's still in the package. At that time, half of the dumplings are half dumplings." I held A bald in my arms and grabbed his cold little hand. A vulture asked her eyes: "捂脸脸～"
There were two groups of frozen red blush on his face, and his nose was red, and I could cover the entire face of A bald with one hand.
After he covered my face, my mouth was still screaming: "What is stuffing? Corn pork stuffing, celery pork stuffing, carrot beef stuffing, cabbage meat stuffing..." The speed is very fast, usually Let him recite the text and say that the brain is hurting, and now remember what you eat is very clear.
The house is like a song and a dumpling. This time, the dumplings are different from the past. Some dumplings contain sugar. As the song says, if you eat sugar dumplings, you will have a sweet new year. honey.
A bald was very excited after hearing it. It doesn't matter if life is sweet or sweet. He just wants to eat sugar.
We wrapped around the round table for an afternoon of dumplings. The most beautiful ones were like songs. The small and exquisite dumplings were made of bread. Those who could not see the shape, the juice overflowed, and the skin was broken to reveal the stuffing.
"Brother, why is your hand so good?" A bald curiously poked his hand.
He is also very strange: "How can you pack this way?"
Although the bald bun is ugly, his ugly dumplings are very popular, and the lonely old people in the nursing homes like the bald dumplings.
When we finish the dumplings, we will lead a baldness and a donkey to the nursing home. Every old man can eat a dumpling.
The dumplings are cooked first and given to the nursing home.
"Grandfather likes to eat corn and pork stuffing, Jane Grandpa doesn't pick anything. Grandpa Luo prefers celery and fresh meat stuffing compared to Sanxian..." When he gave the lunch box a dumpling, he kept breaking.
Every time I gave these old people a dumpling, I was there. I don’t know what dumplings these people like to eat? Did I ignore what I was then?
"Brother, how do you know everything~ Then you know what dumplings I like the most!" A bald man shook his ears and looked at him with a sparkling look.
"You like sugar stuffing the most." He did not hesitate.
"Hey - how do you know!"
"You said it yourself."
"Hey, is there? When did I say that?"
"When you make dumplings, you are stupid."
......
After the dumplings were finished, I wrapped the baldness and aunt in my coat, and brought the cubs home with the snow. A bald squeezed a small head from the neckline and asked me, "Hey, why are so many grandfathers? Are they in nursing homes? Because they don’t have children, so no one is taking care of them?

"No, it's because of poverty, and it doesn't have much to do with children." I used to have no expectations for love and young people. People who have the power and no children, can't live in poverty for the rest of their lives.
I think of a story I have seen. There is a lonely old man, no partner, no children, the only thing he has, is a beautiful villa. Later he seemed to sell the villa for one reason.
What is the reason, I can't remember. I only remember that the old man was reluctant to own his villa. Many buyers competed for bids, and the quotations were one by one, but the old man never agreed. He has been thinking about such a beautiful villa, what a beautiful villa, how he is willing to sell this villa.
People are wondering how high the psychological price of the elderly is.
Then there was a happy young family. The young man had a gentle wife, a lively and lovely child. His price was very low, and the lowest price in the audience, but that was his only savings.
He told the old man that I didn't want to buy your home, but let you join our home. You will still live in this villa, my wife and I will treat you as a father, and my child will treat you as a grandfather.
At the end of the story, the old man sold the villa to a young man who lived happily together.
I still remember that when I saw this story, I didn't understand it very much. I don't understand why the old people in the story want to do this.
The house is still the house, but there are so many people waiting for it. How can such a life be happy? At that time, I couldn't understand it. I even thought that this unrealistic story was really fabricated, unfounded, and derailed from reality.
But now, when I looked down at the small head that a bald man came out, the idea that I had been unswerving was shaken.
If, if... I encountered such a thing during the time when I was seriously ill, the children of the family were so cute, lively, kind, and optimistic. Will I promise to make this loss?
I do not know.
In this world, is there really a cub that is more lovely than A bald and ape?
It should be gone, so this assumption is not true.
I reached out and went to the snow on the bald head. I pressed a bald little head back into my clothes and whispered: "It's cold outside, stay in my arms and don't move."
The snow is very big. I heard a bald screaming in my coat. "Hey, I just want to say to him, let him not worry. I will take care of him in the future and will not let him in." What about the nursing home..."
When I heard this, I couldn't help but curl up my lips. The snow outside was very big, but I knew that the house was warm and bright, and soon I could go home to eat dumplings.
"I can definitely eat the dumplings with sugar!" A bald said with a small fist.
Ephemeris 278 December 24 snow
As the song says today is the Christmas Eve on Earth. I asked him what he was going to do on Christmas Eve, as the song said, to give each other apples, dress up the Christmas tree, reunite with the family, and hang colorful socks on the bed.
Apple is not difficult to buy, colorful socks are a lot of bald. I just don't understand why I want to hang a bald color socks on the bed.
As the song tells us the story of Santa Claus, said Santa Claus, said a grandfather with a white-haired red dress will ride a sled pulled by nine reindeer, pulling a gift full of cars, flying from a distant horizon Come, go door-to-door from the chimney into the house, and then quietly put the gift in the socks of the children's bed.
What am I thinking about is the chimney? How big is this kind of chimney to be able to get into a chubby old man?
A bald was very happy after hearing it. He asked Santa to give him the candy he loved.
As the song says, good children will have gifts.
A bald quickly raised his hand and said that he is a good boy.
If the song asks what gift you want, you can say anything, as the song says, there is no "everything can be done" in the world.
Looking up at the face like a song, the blue dragonfly is very clear, there is a moment, I feel that I have already guessed that Santa Claus is just a gift. "I want a piano - but the socks don't seem to fit, so I want candy too." He blinked. "Right, I don't really want an instrument, because I don't need a soundtrack to sing~"
Indeed, the singer's voice is the most beautiful voice in the world, and you can be intoxicated without any soundtrack.
The people in the nursing home planted apple trees. When we went to pick apples, they gave us the biggest and the most red. A bald put the apple next to his little face, and I found that the apple was bigger than the half of the bald face.
Just as I was quietly watching A baldness, the a baldness with the apple blocking her face suddenly burst into laughter. He turned the apple over and revealed the small tooth print on it. "Hey, I sneaked." A small mouth~ How did you find it?"
He thought that I just stared at him and found that he had stolen the apple. In fact, I think he is very cute with Apple, so I looked a little more.
"Don't steal." I squeezed the face of A Bald, "Little Ghost." The apple was we had an appointment to eat together at night. A bald hand held the apple in her arms, the other hand. Cautiously grabbed my mouth and nodded to me seriously.
After returning home, we started decorating the Christmas tree again. The tree chose a purple tree outside the house. We tied the ribbon to it, and hung a doll that was liked by a bald and ape. Finally, it was wrapped in a small lantern.
At night, the small lanterns flashed and looked very beautiful. A bald asked us if we could put fireworks. I asked for a song, if you want to put fireworks on Christmas Eve, if you don’t know the song, he smiled and said: "It’s not on the earth, so pay attention to what to do. What's more, there is no such thing as the earth. This kind of foreign festival was originally thought of. I don't want to, no one can tell you how."
I know, but I want to go through the familiar festivals in accordance with the process on earth. This way he will not feel strange and lonely.
A bald specially picked one of his biggest color socks to hang on the bed and fell asleep early. In the evening, I gave a light gift to A bald and aunt. I thought about it, and took out a small pair of a bald socks, stuffed with sugar on the bed of a song.
I still remember that little mermaid is like a song, he also needs to spend Christmas like a child.
Ephemeris 278 December 25 snow
Today is Christmas, our family goes skiing, such as singing: "Breaking through the blizzard, we are sitting on the sled ~ Mercedes-Benz across the field, we laugh and sing ~"
He smiled and sang: "The horse is ringing, it makes people feel more happy~ Skiing is really happy tonight, singing the ski songs~"
"Dangdang, jingle bells jingle ~" A bald sang the simplest and easiest lyrics: "How happy skiing is tonight~ we are sitting on a sled~"
We sang together in the snow: "When the jingle bells ring, how happy skiing is tonight~ we are sitting on the sled~"
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