Huang Crooker remembered the past and felt his nose hurt.

Somehow, he felt that the oil lamp was so similar to the lamp that the aunt was sewing clothes. He thought silently in his heart that no matter what, he would not let the lamp go out.

He searched around inside and outside, and there were a few bottles and jars in the house, but it was dirty inside and there was no excess lamp oil at all.

He turned to the outer room, where there was a large jar of water in the outer room, and half of the jar of clear water, which seemed to be drinkable. He raised his head and found a piece of broken linen cloth in the corner of the wall, which was bulging inside, as if it was covered with something.

Hey, it looks like there is a mess underneath!

Huang Crooked over, he lifted the sackcloth, and then was disappointed again. Under the sackcloth was a mess of chopping wood, and there was also a modern beauty's painting of a calendar year.

——How old are these things from? There are all these old antiques?

Huang Crook picked up the painting and looked at it. He was still a beauty in the swimsuit, but the painting was just a painting and could not speak. If he could speak, he must have to chat with this girl.

He picked up the calendar - throwing it in this place was a waste of resources! He walked into the inner room with the painting and nailed it to the wall next to the hay.

How can a beauty be left in the pile of firewood? Only by looking at the beauty before going to bed can you have a dream!

He looked at the painting, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. The beauty on the painting also looked at him affectionately, with a smile on his lips.

At this moment, the flames of the oil lamp in the inner room suddenly shook, and the light in the room suddenly became much dimmer, and it seemed that it was really oily.

But in a blink of an eye, a thought suddenly appeared in Huang Crook's mind.

Huang Crook suddenly thought that there was actually oil in this broken house, although he was not sure whether the oil could be used.

Many things are always far away and near, and you are the only one who dares not think about it, and you cannot imagine it.

The oil he thought of was actually in the iron pot with bad breath in the outer room. The pot should have been boiled with broth, but now the broth has cooled and rotten, but he clearly remembered that there seemed to be a layer of white oil floating on the broth.

Can animal oil last the lamp? He doesn't know it himself, but he thinks he can try it.

Huang Crook picked up another extinguished lamp on the wooden table. He wanted to use the lamp on his head as a container. He walked into the pile of firewood and picked up a thin piece of wood.

He looked at the iron pot and recalled the smell of the eyes just now, and hesitated for a moment.

Huang Crooker pulled off some strands of linen and slapped them into his nostrils. The linen was very rough, and it made his nose hurt. The thick fibers stimulate the nasal mucosa, making him unable to help but sneeze a few times.

He encouraged himself, walked quickly to the pot, lifted the lid of the pot, then squatted beside him, held his breath, and scraped the condensed milky white ointment on it bit by bit.

The ointment looked just a thin layer, but it was quite a lot of it. After a while, Huang Crooked the lamp. He stood up and thought that the pot of broth was definitely useless and could not be eaten, so he went back to the inner room and looked for two plastic bags under the wooden table.

He walked out, poured all the rotten meat from the pot into the plastic bag, then tied the bag tightly, and threw the bag of smelly things into the corner.

He carefully brushed the iron pot with the water from the jar - he felt that he had never been so diligent, so diligent that he actually helped a pauper who he never knew clean up the house and clean the house.

After Huang Crook finished all this, he returned to the inner room. He carefully used wooden pieces to carry the ointment into the burning lamp little by little.

The light twister made crackling sounds, and the flames kept clattering. Huang Crook was frightened. The ointment seemed to have a lot of impurities, and perhaps it was not suitable for fuel at all.

But after a violent burning, the flame finally calmed down and continued to sway peacefully.

The white ointment in the lamp also slowly melted, and finally turned into a pool of clear lamp oil.

Huang Crook picked up a hay stick, he turned the lights and the flames became stronger and the whole inner room suddenly became brighter.

Looking at the quiet burning flame, Huang Crook couldn't help but smile.

He seemed to have forgotten where this was, why he came here, and how to go back. He yawned and took a few steps back, and then lay in the haystack.

The smell of hay was very fragrant. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in a hazy state.

He had a dream. In the dream, the aunt wore reading glasses and worked hard under the oil lamp, sewing his clothes stitched.

When Huang Crook woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in the dormitory of the Niangniang Temple again, with firewood piles, big iron pots, and broken houses missing.

The energy-saving lamp on the roof emits a white and bright light, and the dim oil lamp is even more unmarked.

For some reason, Huang Crook was a little sad. After all, the oil lamp still carries his thoughts for the aunt.

The temple was a little painful, as if something was pounding in the blood vessels. Huang Crouchi sat up while rubbing his temples. He suddenly remembered something - since he was a child, he seemed to have never had such an aunt in his life!

It's impossible for this person to be there!

Not only did he not have any aunt, he had no brothers and sisters at all, he had never even seen his parents!

Fifty years of life suddenly looked like a lantern, and scenes floated through Huang Crook’s mind - he was an abandoned baby. I heard that when my grandmother picked him up and went home, he had a high fever and his lips were burned out.

At that time, someone advised grandma that the child could not be saved.

But my grandmother said, I am a widowed man and have no children in my life. I tried my best to save his life. He is my biological grandson, and maybe I can still support me in my old age and see me off.

Grandma carried him to the health center. There was no money at home. Grandma almost sold out all the pots and pans. She finally saved him, but one leg was lame.

When she was a child, grandma left all the delicious food for herself. Although she was blind, she still had to send Huang Crook to school to recognize words.

Unfortunately, good people don’t live long. Before Huang Crook grows up and takes care of himself, something happened to his grandmother.

Huang Crook grew up slowly with his grandmother. Because his family was poor, he drank some porridge and wild vegetables all day long. He grew pale and thin. Grandma felt distressed when he saw his weak appearance, but at that time he couldn't eat enough fine grains, so it was even more difficult to eat eggs and meat.

In order to supplement Huang Crook, grandma ran to the edge of Huaichuan River, picked up wild duck eggs, white bone eggs and other things in the grass nest, and came back and cooked them for Crook.

But when he was seven years old, the water in the Huaichuan River was rising and the shore was slippery. Grandma went to pick up eggs and accidentally slid into the turbulent water and never floated up again.
Chapter completed!