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Chapter 431 Childhood, Happiness and Sadness

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    Qin Kexin took Bai Jianjia to point out the places where he lived in his childhood one by one.  When he talked about the memories of those children, it was like returning to the past, with a warm smile like a child on his face.  Bai Jianjia looked at this man who was full of innocence in his heart, and couldn't help but feel very warm in his heart.

    After lunch, everyone else was going to take a lunch break, but Qin Ya took Bai Jianjia to the largest room and said:

    "Jian Jia, this is my aunt, the big room where my brother's mother lived when she was sick."

    Bai Jianjia looked at the room, the furnishings inside should have just been cleaned, free of dust, and silent in the half-bright and half-dark light, as if there was still life in the old body.

    Bai Jianjia, who withdrew his eyes from these old-fashioned furniture, suddenly realized what Qin Ya had just said, opened his eyes in doubt, and asked:

    "President Qin's mother? When did you leave?"

    "When my brother was nine years old, my aunt got sick. When I was ten, my aunt was bedridden. After my brother took care of my aunt for a year, my aunt left!"

    Qin Ya's voice was heavy, with a solemn sadness on his face.  That past event was painful for everyone in the Qin family, especially for Qin Kexin.

    In Bai Jianjia's heart, Qin Kexin held her hand in the morning and talked about the happy and happy appearance of her childhood, but his heart became sad.  What a noble and kind heart that can filter one's pain into complete happiness!  She couldn't help being moved.

    "My brother didn't tell you about his childhood, did he?"

    Qin Ya pursed her lips and asked.

    "Tell me some stories in the morning, but they are all very good memories."

    Bai Jianjia also had a quiet voice, feeling a little sour in her heart.

    At this moment, Qin Kexin was lying on the bed, but it was actually difficult to fall asleep at all.  This room is the same as before, without any changes, and the bed under his body is also where he slept in the past.  The past is as vivid as if it happened yesterday.

    Qin Kexin's old father, a romantic young man, had a date with a girl in his class, Qin Kexin's mother, when he was in high school.  He went to his mother's house to propose a marriage. In order to cover his daughter's belly, his mother's house quickly agreed to the marriage without saying a word, and asked his father and his mother to hold a banquet in a hurry.

    When he was three years old, both his parents reached the legal age and obtained a replacement marriage certificate.

    If this is put into the present age, it is estimated that it is a flagrant violation of the marriage law and should be arrested. However, in rural towns in the 1950s and 1960s, it seems that people are used to it. Marriage is based on the wedding ceremony, and a marriage certificate is not required. Many old people probably never go there in their entire lives.  collar.

    In Qin Kexin's vague memory, his parents should have a good relationship.  He vaguely remembered, but his father and his uncle went out early and late to pick up the project every day, and would tease him when they came home.

    In Qin Kexin's memory, his mother was always doing housework with a gentle temperament. When his father stopped accompanying him, he started busying himself with his own affairs. He went out to find the elder brother in the next room and they chatted together or after breakfast the next day.  When he went out, his mother talked and played with him tenderly again, and took him to clean up the housework together.

    Sometimes when he gets sleepy from playing, but wants to cuddle in his mother's arms, his mother will take a suspender and tie him on his back.  Lying on his mother's neck, he fell asleep listening to or touching the pulse on the side of his mother's neck with his small hands, while his mother continued to do her daily housework.

    When Qin Kexin was five or six years old, he had a deeper memory at that time. His father seemed to be busier with business, and his mother was still walking around the stove. The apron with a white background and blue flowers remained the same color, but  There are more gray hairs in the hair, the wrinkles between the eyebrows are getting deeper day by day, the smile on the face is always faint, it seems to be naturally carrying a kind of beautiful sadness, but when facing him, the gentleness of the voice makes him attached to him  The whole childhood was carefree, and he will never forget it in his life.

    Qin Kexin started to go to preschool at the age of six, and then went to elementary school. He always spent more time with his mother. His father was so busy that he often didn¡¯t even go home. He was working with his uncle on a construction site in other places. It is said that he worked day and night.  To earn money to support the family.  Many times, his uncle came back from work in other places, but his father hadn't come back yet.  He ran to ask his uncle, who smiled and patted his head and said that his father was busy, but he didn't tell him what he was busy with, and he couldn't answer the question of when his father would come home.

    Qin Kexin remembers that he couldn't get satisfactory answers from his uncle several times at the beginning, so he ran to his mother to repeat the questions he asked his uncle, but his mother's answer was almost exactly the same as his uncle's answer.  He hid sullenly in his room,The man was silently angry, thinking in his heart, even if his father came back, he would definitely ignore it!  But when his father's long-lost laughter sounded from the corridor, he couldn't help it, and ran out the door before his mother to meet the pair of big hands rubbing his delicate face.  Ignored in anger, just looked at his mother from the window and held his father's hand.  After being carried into the door by his father, he smiled sweetly, and he seemed to have lost any sorrow and sorrow. He began to serve the food on the table with a smile on his face, waiting for the father and son to have a rare and happy meal together.

    It's just that my mother died young.

    When Qin Kexin was nine years old, his mother was seriously ill in bed. For this reason, he suspended school at home and took care of his mother early.  When I came back once, I brought back a woman.

    The woman's figure is as tall as when she was not bent over by housework, her skin is as fine and her face is fair. At this moment, compared with her mother who is seriously ill and haggard on the sick bed, she is like a bright yellow winter jasmine blooming proudly.  Qin Kexin felt that the piercing made his eyes a little painful.

    When the young woman came home, she was very diligent, and Qin Kexin was relieved. She could have fresh meals and her mother could be taken care of more meticulously, but his father asked him to call this woman Aunt Qing, but he couldn't say it out.  Just pointing with the eyes, or talking about something, and then there is no other words.

    When Qin Kexin's father was at home, he even pulled him out of the door and said in a low voice that if he could call the woman Aunt Qing, she would be happy, and when she was happy, she would be able to treat him and his mother better and take care of him.  If he is more careful and thoughtful, he can also go to school, even if he does not go to school, but only for his mother, he should still shout, shouldn't he?

    At this time, he had already fallen ill with his mother, and he no longer smiled on his face, but he was not like ordinary children who were always confused and helpless when they encountered such things. He didn't have it, only calm  , as calm as the shade of the mountain and as calm as the surface of the lake, not the gloomy calm of the huge, dark shadows cast by the heavy mountains, but the non-glare clear calm that naturally appears on the mountains, rivers and lakes after the sun sets  .

    Qin Kexin faced his father's demands, even requests, with such calmness, looking at his father's almost pleading expectation, and answered with a long silence.

    Qin Kexin's father was helpless, knowing that his son had inherited the same stubbornness as his wife.  Yes, this kind of stubbornness was directly revealed to him, but hidden in his wife's heart, but now to his son, it is obvious and concealable.

    Since then, Qin Kexin's father never asked him to do so again.

    The winter jasmine lived in Qin Kexin's bedroom at night, and he moved to the small bed next to his mother's sick bed.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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