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My mother used to recount myths for my younger and older brothers. Whenever the fire god Zhu Rong was mentioned, my younger brother would dance with excitement, while my older brother held his chin and silently memorized it. The story of Zhu Rong sent a beam of light to his younger brother and buried a dream for his older brother.
On a winter night, my mother was asleep.
“Accompany brother to relieve himself, wake up, wake up ……”
“Annoying. ” the brother grumbled straightening up.
The wind walked in front of the snow, the brother followed the younger brother, looking around, the air stirred up a cloud of white mist at the same time with a swift shaking body, roughly scratching the goose yellow snow with his shoes, shivering children’s efforts to drill back into the house, squatting in front of the stove door to warm his hands.
“I’m your brother from now on, how old are you? How old are you? You still need company to get up at night? ……” the younger brother leaned against the wall, impatiently complained.
The elder brother did not answer, but just lowered his head, sent ash, and slowly pushed up the stove door.

Outside, the snow was falling tightly, and his mother was throwing firewood into the stove pit, feeding the small, hungry fire and preparing to rush the dumplings into the pot.
“Mom, mom, brother got accepted! Brother has a job! ” my brother chirped pleasantly through the snow, and my mother smiled in relief as she looked at her frail brother waving his hand at her from the door.
Golden Autumn, brother led his girlfriend home, mother busy, has not been sitting down. Brother’s mouth while rambling, while using a stick to support the stove door, resentfully kicked the stove pit out of the branch smack, carelessly poking the greedy sparks.
Again in the golden fall, my brother and my mother in the telephone line to agree on a date to go home, but the sudden mission, my brother did not go home ……
A few weeks later, the mother in the brother’s support trembling to pick up the microphone, looking at the crowd, powerful statement, full of tears asked: “My son can be afraid of that Zhu Rong?” The rows of azure sea under the stage solemnly stood up, returned his hat to his chest, and loudly answered his mother: “No fear! No fear! Stride toward the fire.” The brother hid his face, the guests bowed their heads.
The winter night of New Year’s Eve was extraordinarily cold. Families crossed their legs around the table, talking about the future and sending well wishes, imagining how they would savor the first steaming pot of dumplings. “Coming.” My brother shouts, holding up the cover curtain, and everyone takes it, politely distributing the dumplings and waiting for my mother to be seated, but she is slow to come to the table.
My brother jumped off the edge of the bed, calling for my mother, looking around, looking for her direction. When he came into the courtyard, he saw his mother huddled in front of the door with a wobbly flashlight.
“Mom, it’s time to eat, everyone is waiting for you.”
“Wait a little longer, I’m worried about your brother, he’s afraid of the dark, can’t see the way back.” Mother smiled with tears in her eyes, and her brother was stunned.
“Grandma, Grandma, come back quickly, eat dumplings ah ……” brother’s daughter shouted crisply, the mother slowly got up, answering the tender voice.
The younger brother in thought forgot to assist the mother, just walk behind, followed into the house, piggybacking on the door panel, stooped down, gently pushed the door of the warm stove.