Childhood, the family was poor, food is probably the best rice pancakes mother did it. This time our sister (my brother, sister) three are sitting in front of the stove, her eyes staring wok pancakes, watching the white pancake "laugh" is heard, braved white gas, attached to the oily to bottom of the pot. This day high blood pressure, full house full of festive atmosphere, the aroma of pancakes filled the whole room adobe house, luring get us salivating throat "cuckoo" sound.

That evening, the last sunset horizon drowned in jian, the sky is dim down. Mother just do a few pancakes and ready for dinner. At this time, a walking club, string West home peddler knocked the doors of my house: "Sister, I spend the night in this okay ECG?" Shining directed at my mother she said.

He looked down the sound, Shining probably forties look, dark, tall, thin, a little bit hunchback back, concernedly wooden cargo box on shoulder. "Oh, you come in, wait until tomorrow morning and then go." Mother did not hesitate to let peddler into the room.

I live in the place, every several years to have a small village, and akin to finding far, the path winds farms like the night on their way is very dangerous, not to mention peddler might go to the next village every house resting the bar. Besides, very few come here Shining, mountain people, accustomed to the poor and frugal, not easily buy foreign goods, many peddler feel unprofitable. So I thought, I would think the mother has done right, people should stay for one night. Stepfather know dangerous mountain road, he did not oppose.

"Hungry, this hot pancakes, fragrant way to go." Mother of the pancakes end up, greeted peddler at the table.

"Ah!" I almost shouted out loud. Pancakes is probably the one person, if the peddler finished, and that the remaining points Who gave it?

So I have not answered a God, Shining has gradually eaten up two pancakes, but also did not mean to stop. It seems, ran the day the mountain, he was really hungry.

Until peddler stopped hunger, mother and only then cut to the remaining two pancakes, and give us the three sisters. See my mother muttered mouth and gently patted my head: "afar ah, away from home, are hardy people, and so you have the unspeakable suffering Japan to grow up, to know the human well-being HKUE ENG. Oh."

Mother, I half-comprehended, but my heart is still very willingly. In the hands of half a sheet of pancakes also eat flavorless. Shining seems to find a secret, like face to face blame themselves: "I'm really disturb, sister, stranger to this little bar ......"

Mother clean up after dinner leftovers side side back with the words: "yes ah, Qiongshan way place, and who is going to drop in, ah, better do nothing to boil all the family, how the mind and the external contacts ...... after you come here, although to My family is a rest, good eating and drinking do not say, spring coarse grains is still there. suffer a endure this night will have passed. "

That night, in the dim kerosene lamps, nagging mother and Shining late, totally did not see him as an outsider.

The next day, the mother also superimpose peddler better sweet potato skins, rice, let him eat on the road. Shining also took a dozen matches in return, then take up a wooden village go down.

Since then, Shining throughout the year there are so few come to my house rest. Every mother is like greeting their loved ones. I was puzzled, but taken in the mother's authority, he did not dare ask, do not rush peddler only pray in our day to make pancakes.