20 years of spring breeze

Chapter 1358 How can mother?

"It's really comfortable. I finally got through it. It's really not easy for me."

Xiaohong, who had taken a shower, fell down on the kang regardless of her appearance, and teased Lele, who was punching, with her fingers.

"Is it as serious as you said? When you get up, your hair is wet." Xiaowei stretched out his hand in disgust and pulled Xiaohong up.

Xiaohong is already full moon, and in her words, she is finally free and can do whatever she wants.

Put the towel in Xiaowei's hand: "Wipe it for me, I'm so tired and tired."

Xiaowei took the towel and stood behind Xiaohong to help dry her hair: "Isn't there a hairdryer, I can blow it for you."

Xiaohong shook her head: "Mom said no, we have to wait for a few days, and I'm just confinement. Oh my god, I'm so fleshy, I have to exercise to lose weight, I don't feel like I'm eating much."

Xiaowei rubbed his hair: "It's okay, I'm not fat, but it's good to exercise enough, it's a good thing to be strong."

Xiaohong curled her lips: "I'm used to staying in the house and can't smell it. When I came back from the shower, I found that the house smelled sour. It's all caused by you, little guy." Go to Lele and grab it a handful.

"Open the windows and doors, take apart everything that needs to be washed and wash it, it's really hard for you to smoke like this for a month. I didn't believe you when you said it."

Xiaowei laughed aloud: "It's okay, the smell of my wife and children, I am happy to smell it."

Beibei ran in with disheveled hair: "Mom and Dad, I'm done washing."

Xiaowei let go of Xiaohong and covered Beibei's head with a towel: "Don't move, it's full of water, and ran out without wiping it off."

Xiaohong turned her face to look at Beibei: "This girl's hair is too thick, she should cut it."

Beibei dodged back for a while: "No, mom, I won't cut it. It won't be pretty if I cut it off. I want to make a big braid. It's so long." She stretched out her little hand and gestured.

Xiaohong said: "Swallow's hair is thin, and it will be thin if it grows long. Yours is too thick, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Beibei shook his head, but finally threw Xiaowei all over the water, and laughed.

"The clothes are all wet, go to the kang and ask your mother to change for you." Xiaowei patted Beibei's buttocks.

"No, I want Dad to change it."

"Aren't you ashamed? You're a big girl now, and you can't change clothes in front of your father."

"What?"

"Dad is a man, you have grown up, you can't change clothes in front of men."

"Oh. Then, how can mom change and undress in front of dad?"

Xiaohong was stunned, turned her head to look at Xiaowei, Xiaowei escaped from the room with a smile: let you not pay attention for a day, explain yourself.You must know that Beibei's 100 million whys mode is simply a gods and ghosts, and there is no enemy.

Now that the children in the yard are about to board the helicopter for their curiosity, it is because a few little guys get together to activate their skills at the same time.It's full of tears.Only Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen can deal with it calmly.

Otherwise, I really didn't have any idea of ​​sending him to kindergarten. Now, let those teachers have a headache.

The autumn wind is chilling, the fallen leaves are colorful, and the vegetation is withered.

In summer, the back garden where insects fly, birds sing and butterflies flutter, is now a dilapidated image, unlike a few old trees that still stand upright even after the leaves have fallen, the flowers and plants in the back garden are not so delicate at the moment. The emerald shadows, disheveled and withered, trembled in the wind.

Xiao Liu led someone to take care of it, cut the grass root and burned it together with the leaves swept up in the yard, and then buried the plant ash in the soil, turning over the soil in the entire back garden and the small side yard , The fresh soil was dug out, flat and neat, it was much more comfortable to look at than the weeds.

Chen Xiaohui and Wang Yan also took a bath, their faces were flushed, they held hands and stood under the archway, leaning on the stone wall and looking into the garden.

"Are you going to cook? Why are they burning the fire?"

"It's not cooking, there is no pot, or the grass is burned and buried."

"Why bury it?"

"When the grass dies, don't people have to be buried when they die."

"The little grass is so pitiful."

Xiaowei came out of the house, walked a few steps on the blue bricks in the yard, looked around the yard, and found that there were a few clumps of weeds growing on the corners of the pavilion eaves. They are revealed.

The old trees lost their thick leaves, and the courtyard immediately became refreshed. When you look up, you can see the blue sky, and the usually hidden bird nests are clearly displayed in front of your eyes. A few birds flew by in a daze, crisp Call a few times.I don't know how they survive the winter.

In late autumn and even throughout the long winter, trees, mountains, stones, houses and paintings all appear gray and decayed, as if they have lost their luster, and with the arrival of spring and summer, they will return to new, gorgeous and dazzling.This is also a strange cycle.

'Zheng', 'Zheng', the sound of several beating tweezers came in.

This is a barber who wanders the streets and alleys. In ancient times, it was also called a comb worker and a tweezer. It was an industry initiated and formed in the Song Dynasty.

During the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty, it was renamed Shatou.The couplet given by the imperial court is "to be the first-class career in the world, and to use the world's top kung fu." The career of the barber has reached the peak, and he is called Xiaoluanjia, and he is in the palm of his hand.

What was originally struck was a twisted bow for cleaning lanugo, but later turned into iron tweezers with no practical use. The sound of the beating made a sound, telling people from a distance that the hairdresser was coming, eliminating the need to shout.

Xiaowei's mother came over with a towel: "Do you want to shave your head?" After Xiaohong was full of moon, Xiaowei's mother ran over again to see her granddaughter.

Xiaowei nodded and said, "That's right. I didn't expect there to be such a thing at this moment. There are hair salons everywhere outside, all doing perming and dyeing. Who would use them to shave their heads." When he was a child, there were many barbers in the countryside. None now.

At that time, those who shaved their heads, had their feet trimmed, took pictures and sharpened their knives were all traveling around with their belongings on their backs, and they were quite popular.

Xiaowei's mother said: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, it can be the same. Xiao Xiaohui, come here, come here."

Chen Xiaohui pulled Wang Yan and ran over: "Grandma Zhang. Haha?"

Wang Yan shook the hand held by Chen Xiaohui: "I'm not going to say gah, what are you talking about, don't you remember what the teacher said?"

Xiaowei's mother threw the towel into Xiaowei's arms and pulled Chen Xiaohui out: "It's a lot of good fortune to shave your head. Oh, I'm tired from rubbing four times, and my arms are sore."

Xiaowei held the towel and smiled wryly: "I still believe this in what age."

Xiaowei's mother said: "The old man always has some truths, so don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, Lele is a girl, if you have a kid, you have to take it out and have a shave. Shaving is a little deacon, and it brings good luck."

Xiaowei said: "Isn't that the Qing Dynasty's publicity to make people shave their heads? Can this be taken seriously?"

Chen Hui stretched out from the room: "What is this for?" Seeing Xiaowei's mother leading the two children to the front.

(End of this chapter)