Dad's life

The snow fell so heavily last night that it almost covered an adult’s knees. It was the heaviest snowfall in Ningyang City in only five years.

But it indicates that next year will be a good year.

"No snow in winter, pests and diseases, snow in winter, wheat in spring"

This is an old saying that Li Mu’s grandfather Li Zhengguo often talks about.

Xu Mei shouted again from downstairs, and the two siblings quickly suppressed their worries and went downstairs to have breakfast.

"Dad, help me build a snowman later"

In front of Li Ran was a small light blue stainless steel cat-eared bowl.

This small bowl is his special bowl, and he never allows others to use it, even if Li Mu's nephew uses it.

Very domineering.

However, there were too many people who loved him in his hometown, so Li Mu's reprimands and education seemed a little weak.

"Good"

Li Mu nodded.

Nowadays, the way of cooking in my hometown still continues the old stove.

Use a rotary head to build a pot platform that can fry and cook at the same time. There are two pot bottoms for adding firewood. Similar to the current winter, you can add firewood and warm up the fire at the same time. It feels a bit lazy and comfortable.

Like today’s pot of mutton soup.

It must be Grandma Li Mu who adds the firewood, and his mother Xu Mei cooks.

Li Mu also likes to make fires, but unfortunately he is too young and cannot yet reach the level of adding firewood to the fire. However, the rice cooked on this old-fashioned stove tastes much better than natural gas, and the stewed bone soup is often stronger.<

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Home.

In the countryside.

It is destined to be a place full of laughter and memories.

After a bowl of rich mutton soup, Li Mu felt warm in his stomach. Even Li Ran drank two small bowls and touched his belly with a satisfied look on his face.

"Of course I have a big appetite now"

Xu Mei praised.

"The school has just ended for winter vacation, and I'm already clamoring to come back and drink mutton soup."

Li Mu smiled.

"In half a year, my family will be in first grade. Time flies."

Xu Mei gestured to her height and said, "I was only a little bit tall when I was born, but now I have grown so tall."

"How was your interest class?"

Li Jianguo put down his chopsticks and asked curiously.

"Ranran"

Li Mu waved his hand, pulled his son to his side, and said, "Grandpa and grandma want to see you give a speech. Give us one."

"Good"

Li Ran doesn’t have stage fright either.

He pretended to cough twice, as if he was trying his throat.

Li Mu estimated that he learned this habit from the teacher who taught him how to speak as a young host.

The teacher in that interest class must be a smoker. He frowned. Li Mu said nothing and continued to listen to his son's emotional speech.

The little guy raised one hand as if holding the microphone.

"Like a returning swallow, looking for the spring of the past, like a thriving young tree, looking for the rain, dew and sun"

Li Ran's childish voice is full of emotion.

The little face showed a deep affection in an exaggerated way, as if she was silent in her own speech, saying, "Following your dripping water along the river, pursuing the fragrance of your pear blossoms in the jujube garden, pursuing you..."

The little guy finished his speech of "Yan'an".

Li Mu's parents clapped in surprise, and even Li Mu's grandparents also clapped.

"Awesome"

Li Hong rubbed Li Ran's head and praised.

Being praised by so many people, the little guy blushed slightly and suddenly became shy. He hid in Li Mu's arms for a long time and refused to come out.

"This is a good hobby to cultivate. You can also ask your mother-in-law to send her home away from home."

Xu Mei said to Li Hong.

"Forget it!"

Before his sister could speak, Li Mu laughed directly and said, "It cost more than six thousand to study in Yan'an, Jinggangshan, and a small tree."

"It's already great"

Li Hong replied with a smile, and then asked, "I remember you gave Ranran a basketball class last year, how was it?"

"Don't mention it"

Li Mu smiled bitterly and waved his hand, signaling his sister not to ask.

After enrolling his son in so many interest classes, the basketball class is the only one that makes Li Mu feel sorry for the coach.

The price is not too expensive.

Sixty-five class hours, seven thousand and four.

After studying for more than ten hours, Li Mu suddenly received a short video taken by the teacher of Li Ran's interest class.

In the video.

Li Ran flexibly patted the basketball, quickly ran to the basket, and hit a beautiful three-point hollow ball directly.

As his son hit the hit, Li Mu was so excited that he almost fainted.

He also likes basketball, so he attaches great importance to the fact that his son can play basketball. After work, without doing anything, he took his son directly to the basketball court in the park, planning to play a father-son friendly match. Who knew that his son was shooting basketball?

The movements are not as neat as in the video, and it can be taken away after a few shots.

Li Mu simply stopped and watched his son shoot.

Once.

Twice.

Ten times.

There were so many times that Li Mu had forgotten them and had no choice but to count them by counting time.

Half an hour.

One hour.

Two hours have passed.

My son still has never hit the basketball hoop.

In the end, Li Mu gave up completely. He didn't feel sorry for the thousands of yuan in training fees, but felt sorry for the teacher who made the video.

How long will he have to guard his son!? In order to completely capture such a hit short video, the 64g mobile phone memory is completely insufficient, and 128 is needed.

In order to satisfy their parents who spend money, the teachers in these training institutions work really hard.

After breakfast.

Li Mu's father continued to clear the snow inside the courtyard wall, and his grandfather followed behind with a bamboo broom. Grandpa Li Mu is eighty-five years old, two years older than his grandmother. Although he is older, he has always been in good health.

He will definitely not be able to do heavy work, and his family will not dare to let him do it, but he can still do light work.

Grandpa Li Mu doesn’t like to trouble others if he can do whatever he can.

In this family, everyone is doing things within their capabilities.

Li Mu is no exception.

He asked his sister Li Hong to accompany his three children to build a snowman, and he went to clean the road outside the wall with a shovel.

This silent heavy snow adds a lot of freshness to this new year, but it also adds trouble to travel.

I saw small snowflakes falling in the sky again.

Li Mu returned to the yard and said to his dad and grandpa, "I'll clean it. You and my dad go back to the house first."

"Yeah"

Li Jianguo nodded.

He is not a pedantic person. He knows that his physical condition, which has undergone surgery, cannot stand the coldness of the human body.

In addition to himself, Grandpa Li Mu is also older.

Father and son do what they can, and don't show off if they can't do it. They don't cause trouble for their children, which is better than doing trivial things.

Under the eaves.

Grandpa Li Mu lit a cigarette. There was an old radio next to him, which was playing the Peking Opera that he and his son liked to listen to.

While smoking a dry cigarette, Grandpa Li Mu hummed a few lines along with it.

The voice is very old, with a wash smell.

Grandpa Li Mu’s name is Li Zhengxing, and he and Li Mu’s grandma Ma Fen gave birth to three children.

Li Jianguo belongs to the youngest son.

Above him there is an elder brother, Li Jianye, and the youngest is Li Mu’s sister-in-law, Li Xiaoya.

Two brothers.

One builds the country and the other builds the industry.

From the names Grandpa Li Mu gave his two sons, we can see that Li Zhengxing, who was born in the 1930s and 1940s, also had evil thoughts about this great country.

As for the reason for giving up later.

It’s just a lack of ability.

He has no money and no strong generals who can turn the tide for him.

In the end, I could only choose to involuntarily surrender the territory I had longed for.