一剪烛光,暖过一季寒冬的瞎夜。那年,栀子奶奶卖完豆花,挑着扁担回家,经过草鞋巷,一阵无助的婴儿啼哭声传来,巷口的地上躺着一个包裹在蓝印花布里的女婴。栀子奶奶想也没想,抱着婴儿迎着北风一步步走回了家。婴儿是夜里捡来的,就叫小夜吧。栀子奶奶心想。日子就像栀子奶奶石磨眼儿里流淌的豆汁儿,因了小夜的存在而有滋有味。老屋院子里的栀子花开了,一转眼,小夜六岁了,像蝴蝶一样翩翩飞舞在花丛里。一天,突然停电了,独自在家的小夜点燃了从栀子奶奶 A cut candle, warm the winter season of the night. That year, Gardenia Grandma sold out the tofu, lugs back home pole, after the grass Lane Lane, a helpless crying baby came, lying on the ground alley wrapped in a blue calico girl. Gardenia grandma never thought, holding the baby facing the north wind step by step back home. Baby picked up at night, called the night it. Gardenia grandmother thought. Days like milk gardenia milk bottle flowing children beans, because of the presence of the night there Ziwei. Gardenia flowers in the old house opened, a blink of an eye, six-year-old night, dancing like a butterfly in the flowers. One day, a sudden power outage, the night alone at home ignited from Gardenia grandma