A Lian, who was overwhelmed by a big tree, had no internal injuries for a long time. When winter came, A Lian's injuries became worse and worse. By the twelfth lunar month, A Lian was already dying.

Lin Qingqing held the eight-treasure porridge made by Mrs. Liu and knelt on A Lian's bed: "Mom, today, Mrs. Liu made eight-treasure porridge. I'll feed you a few bites?"

A Lian slowly stretched out her hand and stroked Lin Qingqing's head with difficulty: "Nannan, you, eat... Mom, Mom, just watch you eat, I'm happy..."

"Grandma is old, you should help her work more... You should be filial and be filial to her grandma... You should listen to your uncle and aunt..."

Eleven-year-old Lin Qingqing has grown a lot in her grandfather's family over the past three years. Seeing her mother's appearance and hearing her instructions, she already understood a little in her heart.

Putting the bowl on the small table beside the bed, Lin Qingqing nodded with tears in her eyes and said, "Mom, don't worry, I will be filial to my grandmother. Listen to my uncle and aunt...Mom, you will be well. The doctor said that you will be well after spring is in full swing!"

A Lian squeezed a smile with difficulty and said to Lin Qingqing: "Nannan, be good, be good,..." A Lian gasped again, Lin Qingqing could no longer control herself, and she burst into tears: "Mom, Mom, you will get better, you will get better..."

When Wu received the news and arrived with his feet, A Lian had already swallowed her last breath.

Seeing my grandmother, Lin Qingqing threw herself into her arms: "Grandma, mom, mom is gone, she doesn't want me anymore..."

Wu's white-haired man sent a black-haired man, hugged Lin Qingqing and cried bitterly. Mrs. Liu, who accompanied Wu, also covered her face and cried.

Aqing and his wife also came to hear the news. When Aqing saw Wu and Lin Qingqing hugging each other, she burst into tears, she said on the side: "Mom, don't be too sad... Aqing has long lost her use, and she has been delayed until today. Now she has left, she will be a relief for her family..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu spitted on her and said, "Your conscience is called a dog to eat? Your sister just died, and you dislike her for being burdened? I gave birth to me and raised her, and she lived in her own house and ate her own house. It's not your turn to dislike her!"

Aqing was also close to A Lian, but when she saw her mother getting angry, she felt sad. When she walked to Wu, Aqing persuaded her, "Mom, don't bother with Adong's mother. She is so rude and heartless, how could she really dislike Ajie?"

After hearing Aqing's words, Wu hugged Lin Qingqing even tighter: "I'm the only daughter of your mother, but I couldn't even say the last sentence. How could I not be sad! Qingnannan, don't be afraid if you have grandma here!" He sobbed and cried for a while. After everyone's comfort and persuasion, Wu stopped slightly.

Ah Qing's wife lowered her head and curled her lips, but she didn't dare to say anything again.

Because it was the twelfth lunar month, neighbors and neighbors were busy preparing for the New Year. When A Lian died, she could only stop her for a day according to the customs. After a simple funeral, she carried her to the back mountain of Linjia Town to have a funeral with her husband.

The south of Jiangnan in winter is wet and cold, and occasionally a few sounds of firecrackers are heard, cutting through the dark night sky.

Lin Qingqing knew that she could not cry sadly during the New Year. Every night, she only hid her thin body in the quilt and shed tears silently. The scene of the family making sausages together, pickling salted fish, and welcoming the New Year appeared in front of her. She missed her father, and even more so.

Liu Ma was careful. When cleaning the room these days, she always found tears on Lin Qingqing's pillows and bed sheets, so she secretly told Wu.

When Wu heard this, he felt even more uncomfortable. Wu said to Liu's mother: "Let Qingnannan move out and move it to my house to live with me. After the Chinese New Year, you can clean up the house next to me and do it for Qingnannan to study and practice calligraphy."

Liu Ma asked, "Old lady, are you going to let Qingqing go to study?"

Wu nodded and said, "Qinnannan's family has been practicing medicine for generations, and they are all scholars. Her father has long enlightened Qingnannan. If he were still alive, I'm afraid Qingnannan would have written poems and essays."

With a sigh, Wu said again: "My miserable A Lian has been happy to study and learn calligraphy since she was a child. At that time, her father would come back from the yamen and hold her brother and study together."

Liu's mother knew that Wu had thought about the old days again, so she hurriedly took over and said, "Old lady, don't worry, after the fifth day of the first lunar month, I will clean the next house."

In the season when the forsythia blossoms, Lin Qingqing was sent by her grandmother to a public high school in the town. It was once the place where the father of the Lin family promised to send her to study. Lin Qingqing secretly made up her mind to study hard and live up to her grandmother's love.

Liu's mother would prepare rice balls for Lin Qingqing every morning, and then fill her with a small iron pot with sugar water, sometimes red bean soup, sometimes mung bean soup, and occasionally some lotus seed soup will be filled with samples the next day.

When my grandmother got up in the morning, she would combed Lin Qingqing two braids and tied a bright headband. After breakfast, she would take her to the doorstep and watch her carry her embroidered flower bag and gradually disappear into the alley.

Gao Primary School got off school very early, and Lin Qingqing always helped her grandmother take Adong when she returned home. She taught Adong to recite catchy Tang poems and write simple and easy-to-understand words, just like a teacher.

Aqing looked very happy and often said to Aqing's wife: "Qingqing is indeed the daughter of a scholarly family. When she teaches Adong, she looks decent."

Ah Qing's wife looked disdainful: "What's the best thing about raising a nemesis who eats rice?"

Every time Aqing hears Ah Qing's wife say this, she will cover her mouth and stop her: "It's not easy to talk nonsense like this. Be careful that my mother will get angry when she hears it!"

Ah Qing's wife always unscrupulously in front of her husband: "What is talking nonsense? She was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that I was talking nonsense? She didn't even talk nonsense without saying anything, but she would go to study... I married you, a coward, and you didn't dare to let go of your mother's words!"

Whenever Ah Qing's wife said this, she would cry, making Ah Qing feel helpless and could only sigh in a low voice.

The summer flowers are gone and the autumn wind is cool. It is another season for grapefruits to mature.

Lin Qingqing's birthday is also her father's day of worship. Wu was afraid that she would be sad, so he was about to secretly send Mrs. Liu to the grave to offer incense and worship when he saw Lin Qingqing entering the kitchen. He looked at his grandmother earnestly, and Lin Qingqing said, "Grandma, I also want to go to the grave with Mrs. Liu to worship my father, mom."

Seeing her expression, Wu still agreed, "Okay, let your uncle Azhou go with you two, go early and go back early, and grandma makes taro rice for you at home."

Roast taro with pork belly and cook them together, which is the taro rice that most people in Jiangnan love. Lin Qingqing likes this rice the most. He nodded, bowed to his grandmother, and then went out with Mrs. Liu.
Chapter completed!