Kindness is one of flint
When I was young, the poor at home, the best food is probably the mother do glutinous rice cakes. At this time we ( my sister, brother, sister three people sitting around the hearth ),l-carnitine eyes staring at the pot kitchen, watching white pancake "laugh ", braving the white gas, affixed to the bottom of the pot oil. This day, full house full of festive atmosphere, pancake fragrance has filled the entire room adobe house, coax our throat drool with envy," cuckoo".
That evening, the last sunset submerged in the mountains, the dim down. Mother just do some pancakes, ready for dinner. At this time, a walking club, string west of traveling salesman knocked my door:" big sister, I in the end a good night?" After my mother said.
Following the sound and look, bringing about forty or fifty years old, tall and thin, dark, slightly arched back, shoulder carrying a wooden box. " Ah, you come on in, until tomorrow morning before leaving." The mother did not hesitate to let the boy into the house.
My living place, every few miles is a small village, but those mountains in the distancemaycc12 a winding path on farms, the night is very dangerous, not to mention the boy go to the next village may each and every family can rest. Besides, here the peddler rarely, mountains people, poor and frugal, navigation, not easy to buy foreign goods, many find it unprofitable. Come to think of it, I think the mother to do so, should stay home late. Stepfather know road dangerous, nor against the.
"The hungry, the hot cakes, sweet." Mother put the pancake end over, to sit at the table.
" Ah!" I almost cried. The pancake is probably the one, if the boy finished, the rest to who?
And I did not return to God, who has been eating two pancakes, but also did not stop. It seems, ran the day hill road, he was really hungry.
When the boy stayed hungry, mother to the remaining two pancake cutting apart, gave us the three sisters. Mother I murmured small mouth, patted me on the head:" far to guest ah, go out in the outside, are poor people, there are untold suffering. And so will you grow up, you know, men's feelings are changeable."
Mother, I'm not fully understand, but my heart is still very not be most willing to. Hand half a pancake and eat flavorless. Lang also seemed to discover what secrets, face blame their own expression:" really is excuse me, sister, to this stranger rarely ... ..."
Mother away after dinner table side back to the words:" Yeah, remote, backward place, who visit ah, better home are able to keep the pot boiling, which have idea and external communication ... ... After you come here to my feet, though is, delicious good drink does not say, coarse spring or some. Get next to this night is over."
Later that night, in the dim kerosene lamp, mother and peddler nagging very late,maycc12 no regard him as outsiders.
