Chapter 765
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"It's just because my husband is incompetent and I haven't been in high school for two years in a row. However, I have made an appointment with several other scholars to study together in a study in the county, prepare well for the exam in half a year, and start at the end of the month. Please don't worry. I'll be the number one scholar in high school in the future. I'll return to my hometown in beautiful clothes, so that you and feng'er can have a good life. " The middle-aged man put the woman in his arms and whispered in his ear.
Hearing that she was going to leave the village and enter the county, the woman could no longer hold back the waves in her heart, and the two lines of tears slipped quietly.
"Husband, you can rest assured that I will take care of your family affairs. Feng'er is not a little doll, but also sensible. You can study at ease and get an official title as soon as possible. But my husband should also pay more attention to his health. Don't be too frugal. If he doesn't have a good body, what can he do even if he has a reputation? " Women's lips biting, forced to bear the heart of not give up, slightly sobbing said so.
"Don't worry, lady. If you don't go to high school, you will not return home." The man gently patted the woman's back, eyes firm said.
Hearing the speech, the woman turned pale and wanted to say something, but she was afraid that it would hurt her husband's enthusiasm. She had to hide her grief in her heart and smile bitterly.
Seven days later, on the side of the winding path outside the village, a man with a bag of baggage on his back and a white cloth shirt was reluctantly waving goodbye to a mother and son.
The man hugged his wife tightly into his arms, gently kissed his forehead, then bent down to touch his son's head.
"Feng'er, take good care of your mother. Father will be back soon." The man forbeared the heart not to give up, said with a smile.
"Dad, feng'er knows. My mother and I are waiting for you at home." The boy nodded and said with firm eyes.
The man patted the boy on the head again. After a smile, he turned and went to the village, but did not look back.
Because he was afraid that he would lose the courage to leave.
His wife and son reluctantly always looked at his far away back, for a long time not willing to leave, until the figure gradually faded away, and finally turned into a white spot, disappeared at the end of the road outside the village.
Half a month later, it was in a small county hundreds of miles away from Liujia village.
At this moment, it is noon. On a main road from west to East, there are a lot of people, peddlers and pawns. It is a busy scene.
A middle-aged man, dressed in a white cloth shirt, with a delicate appearance and a light scholarly temperament between his eyebrows, is walking slowly towards an Academy at the corner of the main road with a long figure on his back.
Since then, in the wing room of the Academy, a candle always lights up all night, reflecting a figure holding a book and shaking his head to study carefully.
Half a year later, before the red list, there were a lot of people, congratulations and laments.
"Brother Liu, don't lose heart. I didn't pass the exam this year. I can take it again next year." In front of the crowd, a green robed scholar said to a man in a white cloth shirt.
"Three years have not been admitted, Liu is really ashamed of his family." The white man shook his head with a gloomy look, and slowly squeezed out the noisy crowd.
Half a month later, in Liujia village.
"Mother, there's a letter. It's from my father!" Holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, the child excitedly ran into a rice field more than one person tall.
The woman in plain clothes stopped her work and wiped her hands on the skirt. Then she took the bamboo slips from the boy's hand with a smile and opened them.
But the smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a light sadness.
"Feng'er, your father may have to stay in the county for another year before he can come back next year." The woman slowly put away the bamboo slips and said with a reluctant smile.
The boy seems to understand something, silently lowered his head, did not speak.
In the twinkling of an eye, another year has passed.
In this year, the mother and the son were dependent on each other and had a very hard time.
If there are no men in the family, there will be no pillar and no main source of income. In addition to the drought in the fields this year, the harvest of the makers is not good, and they can't make ends meet. If the woman didn't bite her teeth and sell the only old cow left in the family, she would exchange some silver and barely maintain the expenses.
However, the same volume of bamboo slips means that the man is still not nominated in the red list, and the women are still not waiting for the man to return home.
This is another three years.
On the bed in the old wooden house, the woman was bedridden because of years of hard work. Now there is no rice left in her family, and what can be sold has been sold.
"Mother, I have a letter from my father!" The boy ran into the house again and rushed to the woman's bed. He said happily.
At this time, the boy was 12 years old, and his figure was obviously bigger than that of three years ago. He was six feet tall and strong. He was no longer the child at that time.
"Cough... Cough..." woman smell speech, a smile, reluctantly prop up the body, but continuous cough.
"Mother, are you ok?" The boy rushed forward, picked it up and asked with concern.
"Cough... Feng'er, my mother has taught you a lot of words over the years. This time, I'll test you. Open it and read it to my mother." After the woman coughed a few times, she lay back on the bed again, with a weak voice.
"Lianxi is useless for her husband. She hasn't been in high school for six years. She really has no face to go back to the village to meet her folks. But I miss you and feng'er very much. How are you two these days? I look forward to your reply. Mother, father, he didn't... "The boy read to the back, originally some excited voice gradually lowered down.
"Feng ER... Cough... Come on, get the pen and paper, and answer your father's letter." Woman smell speech, a face anxiously say.
Half a month later, in the wing room of the Academy in the small town, a haggard looking man in a white shirt was holding a letter from home, but he could not see his wife's pen, but his son's tender handwriting.
"Husband, I'm all right with feng'er. Husband, you can study at ease. We'll go back to high school at home. Feng ER is not only reading and reading, but also growing stronger and stronger. He hopes to ride the battlefield and serve his country one day. "
Three years later.
On this day, in front of a deserted grave, a strong young man picked up a letter in his hand, but there were bursts of anger and bitterness in his eyes.
"Niang, why don't you let me tell Dad that you are so sick that I have to write back to him every time to tell him that we are well? Dad has been away from home for eight or nine years, but he has never come back to see us. Now that you are gone, he doesn't know.
He failed again this year. I really don't know which day he will have to wait. Is the high school imperial examination so important to him, or even so important that he won't go home to see his wife and children for so many years? When is he going to be stubborn? "
As soon as the words fell, two lines of tears gushed out, and the boy hit the huge stone beside the tombstone with a heavy fist.
With a bang, a thin crack appeared on the boulder, and the back of the boy's hand was covered with blood.
At the same time, among the academies in the county, Liu Ming, with a white robe and a face full of scum, is still studying day and night.
In the past nine years, he has long forgotten the time, as if as long as he is reading, he will not feel tired. He reads books again and again every day.
Finally, in the tenth year.
"Brother Liu, you're finally in high school. You're still a flower seeker."
"Yes, yes, at last!" Liu Ming's hands trembled with a piece of official document with the word "Tanhua" written on it, and his name and four red seals on the bottom.
Gently stroking his white hair and grooming, two lines of turbid tears couldn't help flowing out, and then he burst into laughter.
On this day, Liujia village seems particularly lively.
On the only way to the village, a group of people are walking slowly.
The leader is riding on horseback, wearing a red robe and a high crown. Needless to say, it's naturally this year's Tan Hua, Liu Ming.
And behind them, all of them were dressed in red robes, beating gongs and drums, and they looked very busy.
"Liu Tanhua, the front is the Liujia village." The groom who leads the horse points to the sign at the entrance of the village and says to Liu Ming.
Liu Ming's eyes narrowed and he jumped down from the horse.
"I'll walk back by myself. I didn't expect that it would be ten years since I left. I don't know what happened to Lianxi and Fenger now. " After a word, Liu Ming restrained his excitement and went to the village.
Looking at the old signboard at the village gate, Liu Ming quickened his pace and walked to his house.
Compared with ten years ago, the village seems to be much more deserted. The original bustling village crossing seems to have only a few elderly people sitting at their own door, fiddling with the grain harvested in the field.
"You are the third of the Liu family. You are back!"
After looking at Liu Ming for a few eyes, an old woman with white hair, who was over 60 years old, seemed to recognize Liu Ming's identity. She said excitedly, but then she moved her eyes, as if she thought of something.
"Aunt five, you are still so good at seeing. I'm back. I'm in high school. What's the matter, Auntie five? How's Lianxi? Where's the wind? " Liu Ming looks at the old woman's expression, a kind of uneasy feeling rushes to the heart, urgently asks a way.
The old woman said nothing more, but shook her head slightly and sighed.
Liu Ming sees this, in the heart can't help but clap Deng for a while, immediately head also don't return of to own home of gallop but go.
As ten years ago, over a small mountain in the village, in a depression, there is a small wooden house made of thick logs.
Liu Ming pushed open the door of the house, but found that the house was empty.
The old house was covered with dust, as if no one had lived in it for a long time.
On the table and on the ground, there are several dry wooden pots lying in disorder. It is obvious that the wooden house leaks on rainy days, which is used to catch the rain.
"Feng'er, dad is back." Seeing this, Liu Ming called out.
(second, more. Da Han, forget language, went to other places today and met several other authors. As a result, he came back in a hurry at more than 10 pm. Fortunately, he used a lot of books on the high-speed railway, otherwise it would be too late to update.)
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"It's just because my husband is incompetent and I haven't been in high school for two years in a row. However, I have made an appointment with several other scholars to study together in a study in the county, prepare well for the exam in half a year, and start at the end of the month. Please don't worry. I'll be the number one scholar in high school in the future. I'll return to my hometown in beautiful clothes, so that you and feng'er can have a good life. " The middle-aged man put the woman in his arms and whispered in his ear.
Hearing that she was going to leave the village and enter the county, the woman could no longer hold back the waves in her heart, and the two lines of tears slipped quietly.
"Husband, you can rest assured that I will take care of your family affairs. Feng'er is not a little doll, but also sensible. You can study at ease and get an official title as soon as possible. But my husband should also pay more attention to his health. Don't be too frugal. If he doesn't have a good body, what can he do even if he has a reputation? " Women's lips biting, forced to bear the heart of not give up, slightly sobbing said so.
"Don't worry, lady. If you don't go to high school, you will not return home." The man gently patted the woman's back, eyes firm said.
Hearing the speech, the woman turned pale and wanted to say something, but she was afraid that it would hurt her husband's enthusiasm. She had to hide her grief in her heart and smile bitterly.
Seven days later, on the side of the winding path outside the village, a man with a bag of baggage on his back and a white cloth shirt was reluctantly waving goodbye to a mother and son.
The man hugged his wife tightly into his arms, gently kissed his forehead, then bent down to touch his son's head.
"Feng'er, take good care of your mother. Father will be back soon." The man forbeared the heart not to give up, said with a smile.
"Dad, feng'er knows. My mother and I are waiting for you at home." The boy nodded and said with firm eyes.
The man patted the boy on the head again. After a smile, he turned and went to the village, but did not look back.
Because he was afraid that he would lose the courage to leave.
His wife and son reluctantly always looked at his far away back, for a long time not willing to leave, until the figure gradually faded away, and finally turned into a white spot, disappeared at the end of the road outside the village.
Half a month later, it was in a small county hundreds of miles away from Liujia village.
At this moment, it is noon. On a main road from west to East, there are a lot of people, peddlers and pawns. It is a busy scene.
A middle-aged man, dressed in a white cloth shirt, with a delicate appearance and a light scholarly temperament between his eyebrows, is walking slowly towards an Academy at the corner of the main road with a long figure on his back.
Since then, in the wing room of the Academy, a candle always lights up all night, reflecting a figure holding a book and shaking his head to study carefully.
Half a year later, before the red list, there were a lot of people, congratulations and laments.
"Brother Liu, don't lose heart. I didn't pass the exam this year. I can take it again next year." In front of the crowd, a green robed scholar said to a man in a white cloth shirt.
"Three years have not been admitted, Liu is really ashamed of his family." The white man shook his head with a gloomy look, and slowly squeezed out the noisy crowd.
Half a month later, in Liujia village.
"Mother, there's a letter. It's from my father!" Holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, the child excitedly ran into a rice field more than one person tall.
The woman in plain clothes stopped her work and wiped her hands on the skirt. Then she took the bamboo slips from the boy's hand with a smile and opened them.
But the smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a light sadness.
"Feng'er, your father may have to stay in the county for another year before he can come back next year." The woman slowly put away the bamboo slips and said with a reluctant smile.
The boy seems to understand something, silently lowered his head, did not speak.
In the twinkling of an eye, another year has passed.
In this year, the mother and the son were dependent on each other and had a very hard time.
If there are no men in the family, there will be no pillar and no main source of income. In addition to the drought in the fields this year, the harvest of the makers is not good, and they can't make ends meet. If the woman didn't bite her teeth and sell the only old cow left in the family, she would exchange some silver and barely maintain the expenses.
However, the same volume of bamboo slips means that the man is still not nominated in the red list, and the women are still not waiting for the man to return home.
This is another three years.
On the bed in the old wooden house, the woman was bedridden because of years of hard work. Now there is no rice left in her family, and what can be sold has been sold.
"Mother, I have a letter from my father!" The boy ran into the house again and rushed to the woman's bed. He said happily.
At this time, the boy was 12 years old, and his figure was obviously bigger than that of three years ago. He was six feet tall and strong. He was no longer the child at that time.
"Cough... Cough..." woman smell speech, a smile, reluctantly prop up the body, but continuous cough.
"Mother, are you ok?" The boy rushed forward, picked it up and asked with concern.
"Cough... Feng'er, my mother has taught you a lot of words over the years. This time, I'll test you. Open it and read it to my mother." After the woman coughed a few times, she lay back on the bed again, with a weak voice.
"Lianxi is useless for her husband. She hasn't been in high school for six years. She really has no face to go back to the village to meet her folks. But I miss you and feng'er very much. How are you two these days? I look forward to your reply. Mother, father, he didn't... "The boy read to the back, originally some excited voice gradually lowered down.
"Feng ER... Cough... Come on, get the pen and paper, and answer your father's letter." Woman smell speech, a face anxiously say.
Half a month later, in the wing room of the Academy in the small town, a haggard looking man in a white shirt was holding a letter from home, but he could not see his wife's pen, but his son's tender handwriting.
"Husband, I'm all right with feng'er. Husband, you can study at ease. We'll go back to high school at home. Feng ER is not only reading and reading, but also growing stronger and stronger. He hopes to ride the battlefield and serve his country one day. "
Three years later.
On this day, in front of a deserted grave, a strong young man picked up a letter in his hand, but there were bursts of anger and bitterness in his eyes.
"Niang, why don't you let me tell Dad that you are so sick that I have to write back to him every time to tell him that we are well? Dad has been away from home for eight or nine years, but he has never come back to see us. Now that you are gone, he doesn't know.
He failed again this year. I really don't know which day he will have to wait. Is the high school imperial examination so important to him, or even so important that he won't go home to see his wife and children for so many years? When is he going to be stubborn? "
As soon as the words fell, two lines of tears gushed out, and the boy hit the huge stone beside the tombstone with a heavy fist.
With a bang, a thin crack appeared on the boulder, and the back of the boy's hand was covered with blood.
At the same time, among the academies in the county, Liu Ming, with a white robe and a face full of scum, is still studying day and night.
In the past nine years, he has long forgotten the time, as if as long as he is reading, he will not feel tired. He reads books again and again every day.
Finally, in the tenth year.
"Brother Liu, you're finally in high school. You're still a flower seeker."
"Yes, yes, at last!" Liu Ming's hands trembled with a piece of official document with the word "Tanhua" written on it, and his name and four red seals on the bottom.
Gently stroking his white hair and grooming, two lines of turbid tears couldn't help flowing out, and then he burst into laughter.
On this day, Liujia village seems particularly lively.
On the only way to the village, a group of people are walking slowly.
The leader is riding on horseback, wearing a red robe and a high crown. Needless to say, it's naturally this year's Tan Hua, Liu Ming.
And behind them, all of them were dressed in red robes, beating gongs and drums, and they looked very busy.
"Liu Tanhua, the front is the Liujia village." The groom who leads the horse points to the sign at the entrance of the village and says to Liu Ming.
Liu Ming's eyes narrowed and he jumped down from the horse.
"I'll walk back by myself. I didn't expect that it would be ten years since I left. I don't know what happened to Lianxi and Fenger now. " After a word, Liu Ming restrained his excitement and went to the village.
Looking at the old signboard at the village gate, Liu Ming quickened his pace and walked to his house.
Compared with ten years ago, the village seems to be much more deserted. The original bustling village crossing seems to have only a few elderly people sitting at their own door, fiddling with the grain harvested in the field.
"You are the third of the Liu family. You are back!"
After looking at Liu Ming for a few eyes, an old woman with white hair, who was over 60 years old, seemed to recognize Liu Ming's identity. She said excitedly, but then she moved her eyes, as if she thought of something.
"Aunt five, you are still so good at seeing. I'm back. I'm in high school. What's the matter, Auntie five? How's Lianxi? Where's the wind? " Liu Ming looks at the old woman's expression, a kind of uneasy feeling rushes to the heart, urgently asks a way.
The old woman said nothing more, but shook her head slightly and sighed.
Liu Ming sees this, in the heart can't help but clap Deng for a while, immediately head also don't return of to own home of gallop but go.
As ten years ago, over a small mountain in the village, in a depression, there is a small wooden house made of thick logs.
Liu Ming pushed open the door of the house, but found that the house was empty.
The old house was covered with dust, as if no one had lived in it for a long time.
On the table and on the ground, there are several dry wooden pots lying in disorder. It is obvious that the wooden house leaks on rainy days, which is used to catch the rain.
"Feng'er, dad is back." Seeing this, Liu Ming called out.
(second, more. Da Han, forget language, went to other places today and met several other authors. As a result, he came back in a hurry at more than 10 pm. Fortunately, he used a lot of books on the high-speed railway, otherwise it would be too late to update.)
"It's just because my husband is incompetent and I haven't been in high school for two years in a row. However, I have made an appointment with several other scholars to study together in a study in the county, prepare well for the exam in half a year, and start at the end of the month. Please don't worry. I'll be the number one scholar in high school in the future. I'll return to my hometown in beautiful clothes, so that you and feng'er can have a good life. " The middle-aged man put the woman in his arms and whispered in his ear.Hearing that she was going to leave the village and enter the county, the woman could no longer hold back the waves in her heart, and the two lines of tears slipped quietly."Husband, you can rest assured that I will take care of your family affairs. Feng'er is not a little doll, but also sensible. You can study at ease and get an official title as soon as possible. But my husband should also pay more attention to his health. Don't be too frugal. If he doesn't have a good body, what can he do even if he has a reputation? " Women's lips biting, forced to bear the heart of not give up, slightly sobbing said so."Don't worry, lady. If you don't go to high school, you will not return home." The man gently patted the woman's back, eyes firm said.Hearing the speech, the woman turned pale and wanted to say something, but she was afraid that it would hurt her husband's enthusiasm. She had to hide her grief in her heart and smile bitterly.Seven days later, on the side of the winding path outside the village, a man with a bag of baggage on his back and a white cloth shirt was reluctantly waving goodbye to a mother and son.The man hugged his wife tightly into his arms, gently kissed his forehead, then bent down to touch his son's head."Feng'er, take good care of your mother. Father will be back soon." The man forbeared the heart not to give up, said with a smile."Dad, feng'er knows. My mother and I are waiting for you at home." The boy nodded and said with firm eyes.The man patted the boy on the head again. After a smile, he turned and went to the village, but did not look back.Because he was afraid that he would lose the courage to leave.His wife and son reluctantly always looked at his far away back, for a long time not willing to leave, until the figure gradually faded away, and finally turned into a white spot, disappeared at the end of the road outside the village.Half a month later, it was in a small county hundreds of miles away from Liujia village.At this moment, it is noon. On a main road from west to East, there are a lot of people, peddlers and pawns. It is a busy scene.A middle-aged man, dressed in a white cloth shirt, with a delicate appearance and a light scholarly temperament between his eyebrows, is walking slowly towards an Academy at the corner of the main road with a long figure on his back.Since then, in the wing room of the Academy, a candle always lights up all night, reflecting a figure holding a book and shaking his head to study carefully.Half a year later, before the red list, there were a lot of people, congratulations and laments."Brother Liu, don't lose heart. I didn't pass the exam this year. I can take it again next year." In front of the crowd, a green robed scholar said to a man in a white cloth shirt."Three years have not been admitted, Liu is really ashamed of his family." The white man shook his head with a gloomy look, and slowly squeezed out the noisy crowd.Half a month later, in Liujia village."Mother, there's a letter. It's from my father!" Holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, the child excitedly ran into a rice field more than one person tall.The woman in plain clothes stopped her work and wiped her hands on the skirt. Then she took the bamboo slips from the boy's hand with a smile and opened them.But the smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a light sadness."Feng'er, your father may have to stay in the county for another year before he can come back next year." The woman slowly put away the bamboo slips and said with a reluctant smile.The boy seems to understand something, silently lowered his head, did not speak.In the twinkling of an eye, another year has passed.In this year, the mother and the son were dependent on each other and had a very hard time.If there are no men in the family, there will be no pillar and no main source of income. In addition to the drought in the fields this year, the harvest of the makers is not good, and they can't make ends meet. If the woman didn't bite her teeth and sell the only old cow left in the family, she would exchange some silver and barely maintain the expenses.However, the same volume of bamboo slips means that the man is still not nominated in the red list, and the women are still not waiting for the man to return home.This is another three years.On the bed in the old wooden house, the woman was bedridden because of years of hard work. Now there is no rice left in her family, and what can be sold has been sold."Mother, I have a letter from my father!" The boy ran into the house again and rushed to the woman's bed. He said happily.At this time, the boy was 12 years old, and his figure was obviously bigger than that of three years ago. He was six feet tall and strong. He was no longer the child at that time."Cough... Cough..." woman smell speech, a smile, reluctantly prop up the body, but continuous cough."Mother, are you ok?" The boy rushed forward, picked it up and asked with concern."Cough... Feng'er, my mother has taught you a lot of words over the years. This time, I'll test you. Open it and read it to my mother." After the woman coughed a few times, she lay back on the bed again, with a weak voice."Lianxi is useless for her husband. She hasn't been in high school for six years. She really has no face to go back to the village to meet her folks. But I miss you and feng'er very much. How are you two these days? I look forward to your reply. Mother, father, he didn't... "The boy read to the back, originally some excited voice gradually lowered down."Feng ER... Cough... Come on, get the pen and paper, and answer your father's letter." Woman smell speech, a face anxiously say.Half a month later, in the wing room of the Academy in the small town, a haggard looking man in a white shirt was holding a letter from home, but he could not see his wife's pen, but his son's tender handwriting."Husband, I'm all right with feng'er. Husband, you can study at ease. We'll go back to high school at home. Feng ER is not only reading and reading, but also growing stronger and stronger. He hopes to ride the battlefield and serve his country one day. "Three years later.On this day, in front of a deserted grave, a strong young man picked up a letter in his hand, but there were bursts of anger and bitterness in his eyes."Niang, why don't you let me tell Dad that you are so sick that I have to write back to him every time to tell him that we are well? Dad has been away from home for eight or nine years, but he has never come back to see us. Now that you are gone, he doesn't know.He failed again this year. I really don't know which day he will have to wait. Is the high school imperial examination so important to him, or even so important that he won't go home to see his wife and children for so many years? When is he going to be stubborn? "As soon as the words fell, two lines of tears gushed out, and the boy hit the huge stone beside the tombstone with a heavy fist.With a bang, a thin crack appeared on the boulder, and the back of the boy's hand was covered with blood.At the same time, among the academies in the county, Liu Ming, with a white robe and a face full of scum, is still studying day and night.In the past nine years, he has long forgotten the time, as if as long as he is reading, he will not feel tired. He reads books again and again every day.Finally, in the tenth year."Brother Liu, you're finally in high school. You're still a flower seeker.""Yes, yes, at last!" Liu Ming's hands trembled with a piece of official document with the word "Tanhua" written on it, and his name and four red seals on the bottom.Gently stroking his white hair and grooming, two lines of turbid tears couldn't help flowing out, and then he burst into laughter.On this day, Liujia village seems particularly lively.On the only way to the village, a group of people are walking slowly.The leader is riding on horseback, wearing a red robe and a high crown. Needless to say, it's naturally this year's Tan Hua, Liu Ming.And behind them, all of them were dressed in red robes, beating gongs and drums, and they looked very busy."Liu Tanhua, the front is the Liujia village." The groom who leads the horse points to the sign at the entrance of the village and says to Liu Ming.Liu Ming's eyes narrowed and he jumped down from the horse."I'll walk back by myself. I didn't expect that it would be ten years since I left. I don't know what happened to Lianxi and Fenger now. " After a word, Liu Ming restrained his excitement and went to the village.Looking at the old signboard at the village gate, Liu Ming quickened his pace and walked to his house.Compared with ten years ago, the village seems to be much more deserted. The original bustling village crossing seems to have only a few elderly people sitting at their own door, fiddling with the grain harvested in the field."You are the third of the Liu family. You are back!"After looking at Liu Ming for a few eyes, an old woman with white hair, who was over 60 years old, seemed to recognize Liu Ming's identity. She said excitedly, but then she moved her eyes, as if she thought of something."Aunt five, you are still so good at seeing. I'm back. I'm in high school. What's the matter, Auntie five? How's Lianxi? Where's the wind? " Liu Ming looks at the old woman's expression, a kind of uneasy feeling rushes to the heart, urgently asks a way.The old woman said nothing more, but shook her head slightly and sighed.Liu Ming sees this, in the heart can't help but clap Deng for a while, immediately head also don't return of to own home of gallop but go.As ten years ago, over a small mountain in the village, in a depression, there is a small wooden house made of thick logs.Liu Ming pushed open the door of the house, but found that the house was empty.The old house was covered with dust, as if no one had lived in it for a long time.On the table and on the ground, there are several dry wooden pots lying in disorder. It is obvious that the wooden house leaks on rainy days, which is used to catch the rain."Feng'er, dad is back." Seeing this, Liu Ming called out.second, more. Da Han, forget language, went to other places today and met several other authors. As a result, he came back in a hurry at more than 10 pm. Fortunately, he used a lot of books on the high-speed railway, otherwise it would be too late to update.
