Zhao Xiaoman enjoyed the privilege of her mother wiping her tears, and silently prayed in her heart not to wake up, and when she woke up, she would be the lonely Zhao Xiaoman who was suffering from cancer."
Is it hard to do or tired?"
Chen Baozhen asked patiently: "If we can't do it, we won't go, and you won't be inferior to your labor......
Don't cry!
”Who......
Who can't do it?
She might be doing it!
Thinking that it was a dream anyway, Zhao Xiaoman hugged her and coquettishly said in a dumb voice: "I'm not tired at all from work, Mom, Mom, I'm fine, I just miss you!"
”Chen Baozhen smiled, full of maternal brilliance: "It's only been a long time, you can see your mother when you go home for dinner at noon, and you can see how scared your father......
Don't be so willful next time!
”Zhao Xiaoman patted his chest and promised that he wouldn't.The mother and daughter chatted for a while, and it was almost noon, Chen Baozhen looked outside: "You play by yourself, I'll cook!"
”How could Zhao Xiaoman let his mother cook with a big belly, even in a dream, he quickly jumped out of bed: "I'll do it, I'll do it!"
Your daughter's cooking is still edible. ”The children of the poor are in charge of the family early, and at this time, there are many people who help the family at the age of four or five, not to mention that Zhao Xiaoman is thirteen years old.As she spoke, she ran to the thatched hut in her memory to wash rice and prepare to cook, but she groped for a long time with her hand at the hole next to the earthen stove and couldn't find what she wanted, so she asked loudly: "Mom, are we running out of matches?"
”Chen Baozhen was picking vegetables, and when she heard her daughter's words, she asked suspiciously: "What is a match?"
Foreign fire?
”Zhao Xiaoman reacted at this time, the match at this time was called foreign fire, and immediately nodded: "That's right, foreign fire." ”"Gone?
Then you wait, I'll get it!
”With that, he turned around and went out.Zhao Xiaoman took the opportunity to wash the amaranth picked by his mother and kept it for stir-frying.At this time, the amaranth was not as scarce as in later generations, and almost every household would grow in front of and behind the house, and it tasted very good whether it was boiled in soup or stir-fried, so it was very popular with the people.It wasn't until the time to add firewood that Zhao Xiaoman's hand was splashed by the word Mars, and she couldn't help but let out a 'hiss' after she ......, she was stunned!
Does it hurt in your dreams?
Apparently not.However, since it doesn't hurt in the dream, what is the red spot on her hand that was burned by Mars?
Especially this red dot is still hurting.Could it be that she really went back in time, not dreaming?
As soon as this thought came out, Zhao Xiaoman ran out like crazy as if he wanted to verify something, and found Chen Baozhen: "Mom, Mom, you slap me!"
”"Stupid cooking?"
Chen Baozhen asked inexplicably, and then slapped her on the back of the head, the strength was not light or heavy: "Didn't you say that you want to cook for us?"
Go, your dad will be back in a moment. ”The slap that was neither light nor heavy just made Zhao Xiaoman realize that he was really not dreaming, but really returning to the year when his mother was pregnant with his younger brother, when he was just in junior high school!
At this time, my father was still the captain of their Jintang team, and my mother was pregnant with my younger brother, which was also the last time for the family and Hemeimei......
Thinking of the main reason for his mother's premature birth, Zhao Xiaoman hated that family even more, not afraid, not afraid, all this had time to change!
Getting this conclusion, Zhao Xiaoman was overwhelmed with surprise, she touched her mother's belly: "Mom, our family will be fine......
Okay. ”