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At six o'clock in the morning, Zhao Xishan got up with Zhao Yichen.
After the father and daughter washed up together, he found a newspaper from the drawer of the coffee table in the living room and spread it beside the bedroom door. Asking the little girl to take off her shoes and step on the newspaper, Zhao Yichen measured her height with a tape measure, then marked the door frame with a marker, squatted down and started writing stroke by stroke.
The little girl stood beside him, staring at his hands quietly.
What he wrote was, "Shanshan is 8 years old and 125cm tall."
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the little girl turning her head to look at him. Zhao Yichen turned his face and looked back at her. He stretched out his hand and rubbed her little head: "Remember this once a year from now on."
Still looking dull, the little girl nodded slowly, as if she didn't feel much about it. When he got up and took her to the kitchen, she turned back blankly and glanced at the mark on the door frame.
So Zhao Yichen knew that she liked it.
Zhao Yichen agreed to teach Zhao Xishan how to fry poached eggs, and Zhao Yichen did not break his promise. He found a small bench for her so that she could reach the spatula. First, he taught her step by step how to pour some oil into the pot. He then picked up the pot, shook it slightly, sprinkled in salt, and when he saw the hot oil covering the bottom of the pot, he grabbed her little hand, picked up an egg, and cracked it on the edge of the pot. A small crack.
Two drops of egg white fell to the bottom of the pot, making a crackling sound.
The little girl was startled and shrank back subconsciously. Zhao Yichen bent down and stood behind her, his broad chest blocking her retreat. He stretched out his left arm around her thin body, holding the other end of the egg, and lowered her hand slightly with his right hand: "Don't be afraid, lower it so the oil won't splash out."
Then he pinched the crack with the thumb of his left hand and broke open the eggshell.
The yellow egg yolk and egg white fell into the oil pan together, making a loud noise, but no oil splashed.
The little girl in her arms slowly relaxed her tense shoulders and stared blankly at the rapidly whitening and bubbly egg white.
Looking down at her, Zhao Yichen smiled unconsciously, took her hand and grabbed the handle of the spatula: "Would you like some soft drinks?"
The little girl shook her head. He then taught her to use a spatula to break the quivering yolk, and then turned the egg over. In just one minute, it was already fried. Instead of rushing to put the poached eggs on the plate, Zhao Yichen picked up a small piece with the chopsticks at hand, blew it to cool, and brought it to her mouth. She opened her small mouth, bit it down, chewed it, and swallowed it.
"Is it delicious?"
The little girl nodded seriously, and licked her lips. Her big eyes were fixed on the remaining poached eggs in the pot, as if she was still unfinished. Zhao Yichen chuckled, shoveling the poached eggs into the plate with ease, and then picked up the other two eggs: "Fry two more soft-boiled eggs, aunt and brother like to eat them."
She jumped off the bench and brought the peanut oil he had just put on the shelf.
Liu Lei is in his third year of high school, so Zhao Yiqing has to get up early every day to make breakfast for him and then send him to school.
When Zhao Yichen and Zhao Xishan brought the fried eggs and freshly beaten soy milk, their family had just gotten up. Hearing that the poached eggs were made by the little girl, Zhao Yiqing's eyes widened in surprise, and he lowered his head and looked at her: "Did Shanshan fry them?"
Seeing the little girl nodding, she grinned, and her eyes gradually became wet. She couldn't help but squat down and hug Zhao Xishan's thin body, and kissed her cheek hard. While helping Zhao Yichen put breakfast on the table, Liu Zhiyuan looked back at their aunt and nephew, smiled and said to him: "Dad, I'd rather be kind to you. As soon as you came back, she looked much better."
Zhao Yichen put down the plate of vinegar-coated lettuce shreds in his hand, curled up his lips and smiled, but did not respond. However, Liu Lei just happened to walk to the dining table and accidentally saw his uncle smiling, and was stunned for a while.
In his impression, Zhao Yichen has never smiled in these years.
At the dinner table, he also rarely asked Liu Lei about his studies: "How was your last monthly exam score?"
Liu Lei, who was eating steamed buns and shredded lettuce, almost choked when he heard his voice. He quickly took a sip of soy milk and replied in a panic: "It's okay, third grade." After saying this, he looked at him cautiously, for fear that he would be dissatisfied. Similar.
Fortunately, Zhao Yichen only nodded slightly and added a chopstick of lettuce shreds to Zhao Yiqing's bowl without any displeasure on his face.
¡°Keep up the good work,¡± he said.
Liu Lei nodded casually, lowered his face to drink the soy milk again, and quietly glanced at the little girl sitting opposite.
She held the steamed bun in one hand and the chopsticks in the other, slowly putting the shredded lettuce into her mouth. I've eaten less than half of the steamed buns, and I've also finished a poached egg. Eat more than you did the morning before.
Liu?I found that Zhao Xishan¡¯s gesture of holding chopsticks was wrong. Just like his uncle Zhao Yichen.
He thought, the old saying that a daughter is like her father is probably not unreasonable.
Taking advantage of the sunny weather, Zhao Yichen took Zhao Xishan to the old city.
The original arcade has been converted into a pedestrian street. It is lively and bustling, but it is not their destination. The car turned into a village in the city, and the colorful storefronts disappeared. Old residential houses came into view, with electric wires hanging under the eaves, low and messy. Occasionally, elderly people living at home gather together in the streets and alleys. In some alleys, signs are illuminated during the day, with red letters on a white background and Sichuan pickled fish printed on them.
The alley is narrow and can only accommodate one car.
Zhao Yichen parked the car in a dead end, took the little girl out of the car, and held her hand towards the residential building in front.
¡°This is the place where my father, aunt and grandma used to live.¡± He told her, ¡°Grandma is my and your aunt¡¯s mother.¡±
Still following him silently, the little girl looked straight at her toes, seemingly not hearing his voice at all.
From a distance, he saw a group of little girls gathering together to dance rubber bands downstairs. Zhao Yichen squeezed her little hand in his palm and said, "Your aunt also liked to dance rubber bands when she was a child. She is the best in this building."
The little girl finally reacted, raised her face, and followed the voice to look at the children who were about the same age as her.
They were laughing and playing, running and jumping. And she held Zhao Yichen's hand with a blank look on her face.
"Can you jump?" he asked her in a low voice.
After staring at them indifferently for a long time, the little girl nodded slowly.
He was silent for a few seconds, then gently smoothed the soft hair on her forehead: "Then do you want to play with the children for a while?"
Zhao Xishan shook his head.
Zhao Yichen squeezed her hand again and said, "It's okay. If you don't want to jump, let's go inside and take a look."
The father and daughter passed by the group of playing children and stepped into the shady corridor. The house left by Zhao Yichen's mother was on the first floor. It had been idle for a long time and was not rented out. He took out the key, opened the door, and led the little girl into the house.
After the siblings started their own families, they would come over to clean the house whenever they had time. The house is clean, just like it used to be when my mother was still alive. But there are photos of the two old people on the table, reminding them from time to time that this quiet room has changed after all these years.
Bringing the little girl to the table, Zhao Yichen bent down and picked her up, motioning her to look at the people in the photo: "These are grandma and grandpa."
His eyes moved around the two photos, and the little girl finally looked at his mother. She raised her little hand and held the photo pendant hanging around her neck. The woman in the photo is wearing a police uniform and cap. Just like the young Zhao Yichen in Zhao Xishan's photo pendant.
"Grandma is a policeman just like daddy." Guessing what she was thinking, Zhao Yichen turned his attention to the mother in the photo and explained to the little girl unhurriedly, "Being a police officer is very busy, so your grandma rarely She has time to spend with us. But she is very good to us. When she couldn't afford toys, she took advantage of the Chinese New Year to visit relatives in the countryside, whittled me a gun out of wood, and cut bamboo to make bows and arrows for your aunt." She stretched out her hand. Opening the drawer under the table, he found a wooden gun and a bamboo arrow, and placed them on the table one by one. "Grandma made them all by herself. Are they awesome?"
They are all childhood toys, the grooves are a little dirty, and the handles and arrowheads have long been worn rough and pricked your hands.
Zhao Xishan stretched out a small arm, picked up the wooden gun, and lowered his eyes to look at it numbly.
Zhao Yichen turned his face sideways and his eyes fell on her thin cheeks.
"Grandpa passed away when dad was very young. Grandma has always taken care of me and your aunt." He carefully helped her push the long hair on the side of her face behind her ears. He paused for a moment, and then continued to tell her: "Later, grandma also He left with grandpa. Dad and aunt are left behind."
The little girl in his arms was still staring at the wooden gun in her hand.
"Shan Shan, my grandparents are good people. They will go to heaven after they pass away." Looking at her side face calmly, Zhao Yichen slowed down his tone and said every word seriously and solemnly, "It's very nice there. There are flowers and grass. The weather is nice. They won¡¯t get sick or hurt. They have gods with them. They will be happy every day.¡±
He saw the little girl¡¯s eyes gradually turning red.
"So there's nothing wrong with it." He smoothed her soft hair again and told her, "It's not because anyone made a mistake that they went there. Do you understand?"
Warm tears fell on the back of his hand.
The little girl was holding a wooden gun, with a dull face and uncontrollable tears.
Zhao Yichen knew that she understood what he said.
He raised his hand to wipe away her tears with his rough thumbs.
Many years ago, he also shed tears silently in front of this table.
At that time, Zhao Yiqing told him that heaven is very good. There are flowers, grass, and good weather. Mom will be with dad, not sick or in pain. The gods accompany them every day, and they are very happy every day.
"So stop crying, okay?" She cried and patted his back, "There's nothing wrong with it. It's not your fault either. Do you understand?"
he knows.
?Always known. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)He raised his hand to wipe away her tears with his rough thumbs.
Many years ago, he also shed tears silently in front of this table.
At that time, Zhao Yiqing told him that heaven is very good. There are flowers, grass, and good weather. Mom will be with dad, not sick or in pain. The gods accompany them every day, and they are very happy every day.
"So stop crying, okay?" She cried and patted his back, "There's nothing wrong with it. It's not your fault either. Do you understand?"
he knows.
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