In the night—

It was snowing heavily, and it was snowing. Song Zhichao couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when such a beautiful girl with big braids suddenly walked out.

When the other party saw him, he was stunned for a moment.

It turns out that this girl usually has a good habit. As long as Xiao Hei shouts outside, he often meets beggars who beg for food. At this time, the kind-hearted girl will take hot steamed buns and give them to the beggars for food.

The same is true today. Xiao Hei kept shouting outside. The little girl thought that a beggar came again on New Year's Eve. When she thought it was so cold that day, she enthusiastically took out the hot steamed buns and prepared to give them to the beggar. But she didn't expect that the beggar was a young man.

"Little girl, may I ask..." The village is quite big and it is still turning around. Song Zhichao was a little lost and wanted to ask clearly where the Song family lives.

When the little girl heard this, she went forward, grabbed Song Zhichao's hand, stuffed three steamed buns into his hand, and said, "No need to ask, there is something to eat! Look, these are three steamed buns, my mother just steamed, it's still hot, you eat it first - see how you look frozen, I'll go back to see if there is any clothes!" While speaking, before Song Zhichao answered, the little girl turned around and ran home.

Song Zhichao: “…”

I couldn't help but look up and down. Do you look like a beggar?

Not to mention, although he was wearing a fashionable denim suit, the denim suit was of the original and frosted type, and some places were ground into holes. This was called "fashion" in Hong Kong, and it might be "beggar suit" here. In addition, the snowy sky and cold wind were blowing, Song Zhichao looked around with snow on his head, shrank his neck and looked around, and he looked like a beggar looking for a place to live.

The little girl ran home, and Song Zhichao couldn't find someone to ask for a question. It was cold and everyone was spending the New Year at home, so who would come out for a walk?

Only those black dogs were still barking at Song Zhichao, shaking their heads and tails again. Song Zhichao threw the steamed buns he had just obtained. The black dog was not polite and bit it with his mouth and started eating it.

Just as Song Zhichao was about to ask others for directions, the little girl with braids ran back, holding a piece of clothing in her hand and said to Song Zhichao: "Big brother, you put on this dress first - it's cold."

"It's okay if it's not cold, I'm fine - Ah snee!" Song Zhichao would not be regarded as a beggar, but his nose was not strong, one sneeze after another.

The little girl giggled, stuffed her clothes into Song Zhichao's arms, looked at the black dog who was enjoying the steamed buns, and kicked it with her feet: "Eat, you know how to eat! This is for the eldest brother, what are you going to eat!"

The black dog reluctantly ran away with the steamed bun in his mouth, so as not to be harmed by this little girl.

Seeing the little girl competing with the black dog, Song Zhichao couldn't help but feel funny, and handed the steamed bun back again and said, "Sorry, I'm not...ahhhh, I'm here to find someone."

"Looking for someone?" The enthusiastic little girl finally realized that Song Zhichao was a little different.

"Yes, my surname is Song, I live here..."

Before Song Zhichao could finish his words, the little girl suddenly stared at her beautiful eyes and shouted: "Are you Song Zhichao? Brother Song?"

Song Zhichao: “…”

I was shocked, why was this little girl shocked?

"Do you know me?"

"Why don't I know you? I am your neighbor Xiaomei! By the way, it's your sister's classmate. I used to be free meals at your house... By the way, I heard that you are working in the south, why did you suddenly come back?" The little girl looked very surprised and kept saying.

Song Zhichao: “…”

Then a runny nose appeared in my mind, holding a steamed bun in my hand, with white sugar on it, and eating it with relish.

"Are you Du Chunmei?"

"It's me, you finally recognize me, hahaha!" The little girl jumped up, looking extremely happy.

Song Zhichao: “…”

Looking at the little girl in front of me who was wearing a duck down jacket, who still couldn't hide her sturdy figure, as well as her red face, big black grape-like eyes, and long eyelashes, she could not associate her with the little girl in her memory with a runny nose and open crotch pants.

"Brother Song, you haven't been home for almost three or four years. Our village has changed a lot now. No wonder you can't find your doorstep - let's take you there, and my uncle and aunt will definitely be very happy to see you come back! By the way, Yuqing must be very happy too!"

"Yuqing" is Song Zhichao's sister "Song Yuqing", and is also Du Chunmei's classmate and good friend.

Du Chunmei has always envied Song Yuqing. Not only is she named a nice name, but she looks like the heroine in Hong Kong TV series, but she doesn’t look like her own countryside girl. Du Chunmei is also very happy when she hears herself.

...

Song Zhichao was almost pulled by the little girl Du Chunmei to the door of the Song family. The Song family and Song Zhichao were not quite the same at this time.

The Song family I remember is not the kind that is particularly rich, so the houses and walls are old, but the new house in front of me looks very grand, at least it is one of the best big houses in the village.

"Uncle Song, Aunt Wang, come out and see who is back!" As soon as he arrived at the door, Du Chunmei knocked on the door and shouted loudly.

At this time, someone in the room responded: "Who is knocking on the door in this thirty years old? Is it still possible for us to watch the Spring Festival Gala?"

While speaking, one of the doors was opened. A middle-aged man was holding a bowl of steaming dumplings in his hand and looked outside in anger.

Song Zhichao stood beside him and couldn't see him at first sight. When the middle-aged man, Song Haiming, saw that it was Du Chunmei, he held the hot dumplings and asked while eating: "It turns out it's Du Yatou. I don't want to eat New Year's Eve dinner for you during the New Year. What are you doing when you go to our house? Are you going to play with Yuqing?"

"I'm not looking for Yuqing - Uncle Song, see who he is!" Du Chunmei pulled out Song Zhichao who was "hiding" aside and pointed hard at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao: “…”

Song Zhichao, who had experienced thousands of troops and had never shrunk in front of anything, felt nervous and embarrassed for the first time - he used his hand to take care of his messy hair blown by the wind and snow, revealing his handsome face.

Song Haiming held the dumpling bowl: "..."

"Pu" and the dumplings caught by the chopsticks fell off.
Chapter completed!