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Chapter 34 The Small Warm Pot in Winter

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    Chapter 34 "Little Kettle in Winter"

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    I don't know why, but I have always been cold, especially in winter, even my hands and feet can be frozen to death!  Even if the cat sleeps in a heated room with a tight quilt all night, when I wake up the next day, my hands and feet are still cold

    Heh, could it be that I am a "cold-blooded animal"?

    Winter is here, and my hands have cracked some holes, and the most serious one - is bleeding non-stop!  But I didn't realize it, until the bright color stained the white paper I was holding red, I exclaimed - alas, I was "injured" every day again!

    However, this kind of tragic situation happened in high school. It was also winter, and our class happened to be in physical education class.  For high school students, it is rare to be able to throw away the boring books and stretch your shin bones on the playground Unexpectedly, when my friends and I were having fun, they all turned to me and shouted in surprise:  "Hand in hand—your hand!!!"

    This kind of bad situation, which is not too serious but still uncomfortable, has indeed caused me a lot of trouble and trouble.  In order to protect my hands, I have to apply hand cream in time after washing my hands every time, and apply ointment on my hands and feet before going to bed at night.  Wear gloves even when washing clothes daily, because it is necessary to avoid direct contact with detergents such as laundry detergent, hand sanitizer, and soap, which are easy to wash away human oils.

    But - it seems that there is no obvious effect!  Just like health preservation may not necessarily achieve longevity, but people are willing to invest in it.

    No, when I went home on a certain weekend, my parents saw my "scarred" and cold hands again.  In addition to feeling distressed, they began to continue to seriously discuss this "little problem" that has long been "outdated".

    "Use this 'old antique'!" My mother walked to my room, carrying a small iron pot as round as a small watermelon.

    "Huh? Do you still keep it?" I couldn't help being surprised.  Although I am an adult, I still remember the "iron guy" I used when I was a child.

    "I was never willing to throw it away, but your dad just found it out." Mom said.

    In fact, the usage of this iron guy is very simple, that is, pour boiling hot water into it, then wrap it in a towel and stuff it into the bed.  When the next morning, it can also be used as a face wash that still has a residual temperature.  Haha, it can be regarded as make the best use of everything.

    This situation made me laugh a little bit, like back to my childhood!  In fact, compared with Xi'an, where the climate is warmer, Gansu, where I was born and lived until I was 8 years old, is really, really cold in winter!  So in order to protect me, who is poor in physique, my father used this "artifact" to help me warm up before going to bed every night.  Whenever I get into the warm bed, oh, that's so warm!

    What a fate!  Unexpectedly, after many years, I started using this "old friend" again.  But what's even more amazing is that it hasn't changed at all from the way I remember it!  But looking back at myself, I am "older" quite a bit.

    When I was still in my own memory, my father walked into the room and said to me solemnly: "We must pay great attention to the heat preservation of the feet and legs! Especially the human feet, as long as the feet are warm, the whole person will not  feel cold."

    Well, I don't know if it's professional habits or other reasons, I always feel that his words are very professional, and he has been upgraded to the level of "warm and cold work"?

    But the kindness of parents must not be let down!  Therefore, according to my father's instructions, I stuffed his iron pot, which was wrapped in a towel and filled with a pot of hot water, into the quilt in advance.  When it was less than 11 o'clock in the evening, I jumped into the bed happily.

    So warm, so warm, so warm!  At that moment, I felt - I seemed to have entered the broad embrace of the sun!

    That kind of warm warmth makes my whole body very comfortable!  Like soaking in a hot spring, it also makes me have a lot of thoughts, and with the familiar warmth of the bed, I gradually insert the wings of memory, and fly back to my childhoodthat is, Gansu Province when I was a child  winter!

    Winter in Gansu——

    Although it is cold, there is no lack of delicious dumplings, although it is cold, there is no lack of white snowman, although it is cold, there is no lack of shiny "lip balm"that is, we grab a handful of snow and keep kneading it until it becomes a piece  small ice cubes.  At that time, we can use it as a "lip balm" to paint our lips!  The result was naturally a reproach from the parents: "Hey, why is your mouth so dirty?"

    Oh, it dawned on us at last.  Even though ice cubes and snowflakes look crystal clear, the raw material that can form them—snow water—is not necessarily clean and pure!

     As a result, I was deeply immersed in various memories about winter, and it turned out to be a dumbfounding insomnia?  !

    The next day, I first thanked my parents for their kindness respectfully.  Then, suppressing a smile, he said, "Thank you for the iron pot, but" I saw that the expressions on my parents' faces were originally complacent, but they instantly changed to puzzled because of the change in my tone.

    "Because it's too hot, so——I have insomnia!" I touched my head and laughed.

    When I said this, I don't know how to evaluate myself?  After all, in a house like Xi'an that has floor heating and is not very cold in winter, the old iron kettle really doesn't apply.

    "Okay, but I can still warm your bed." Dad insisted: "I put the iron pot in your bed in advance, and I will take it out before you go to bed."

    "Ha, such a big baby, you still have to use 'external force' to warm your bed?!" Mom looked at me, covered her face with a smile, and said, "When you were in school, every time it was winter, mom would drill in advance.  Come into your little quilt to keep you warm."

    I was speechless for a while, and my face blushed instantly, but I also admitted my mother's words.

    At night, when I entered the quilt "heated" by the retired iron pot again, I felt that the temperature was just right, not hot, but warm!

    Yes, in this era of increasingly advanced technology, people basically don't need traditional and ancient heating tools like iron kettles.  But the warmth it can give me now is still the same as before, just like the golden years of childhood

    Really, it's that warm temperature, it hasn't changed at all!  Because in the early morning of the next day, the water in it was still warm.

    ?January 9, 2020 (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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