The family was having a meal. Huaqing said that there was a drought this year and the wheat ears were dry, so there is a risk of no harvest. From now on, we must be frugal in our diet. The mother-in-law said: "What is so frugal? We only eat two grains a year."
It's not finished." The old lady said that she should be more frugal and use the extra money to support the neighbors and people. The old lady was exhausted, and an old monk happened to come and take Mrs. Li's pie. She said angrily: "You really know how to choose the right time!
"She was married to a short boy after her eldest brother-in-law got rich. She always looked down upon beggars and monks. She would tell the long-term workers to break off half a piece of steamed bun and chase them off to the next family. The old lady was actually a person who ate fasting, worshiped the Buddha, and was willing to give charity, especially
The ascetic monk was warm-hearted towards the poor beggars, but today he was unusual. He did not give alms, dissuade, or say anything. He stayed in a daze for a while, pushed the bowl and said it was ready, but it was hot and sleepy - he went back to the inner room to take a nap.
I didn't even see the gold hairpins in the old lady's bun. My eyes widened immediately, and a thunderclap sounded in my heart - there were two of these top-quality gold hairpins with jade cicada tails, and one was given to Wang Dayu.
, one was given to Wang Xiaoyu... Huaqingjie was annoyed when he saw this, and frowned: "Master, why don't you leave, why don't you stay and sit here?" Ben Wu's heart was confused again.
, went crazy again, and retreated slowly. A voice in my mind repeatedly said: "I want to think about it, I want to think about it..."
Five days later, my mother-in-law's nephew was getting married, and she invited her aunt's family to a banquet a day early to show off her face. The old lady felt that the mountain road was bumpy and her arms and legs were falling apart, so she didn't go. The carriage left in the afternoon, and I didn't know why I got the news.
, at dusk, I stumbled and knocked on the door, and fell down in the courtyard. She turned pale and passed out. The old lady panicked and shouted: "Master, wake up, wake up!" Ben Wu closed his eyes tightly and did not respond.
The old lady checked her breathing, but it seemed to be nothing, and she became even more panicked. Could it be that she was fainting from the sun, hunger, or thirst? She was so distressed that she couldn't hold her, and she couldn't bear to drag her. She closed the door.
At the courtyard gate, he poured a bowl of hot water and put the spoon into his mouth. He locked his teeth tightly, and the water flowed from the corners of his mouth to his cheeks. The old lady was frightened, her spirit was in chaos, and she burst into tears: "Brother Daxin, don't die.
!Don't scare me, okay? I'm Xiaoyu!" Ben Wu remained silent. The old lady shook his arm and shook his head, while crying: "Brother Daxin, I know you became a monk in Shaolin, I know you
It’s bitter, I’m miserable too! Can’t you live? Why die? If you die, how can I live? Don’t worry, I won’t let you wait any longer. I’ll pretend to be buried for you, and I’ll go there too...
..." The bun of her hair was suddenly pulled, and the old lady almost turned to stone. However, seeing that the wrinkles on her face were blooming, she sat up, clasped one hand tightly, and said with all kinds of warmth and love: "Xiaoyu
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The old lady was happy and ashamed, her face was flushed, and she shook her hand and said: "Master, please stop shouting! Let go quickly, otherwise people will see the joke." She didn't hold on tighter, and said like a child: "I won't let go!
I heard everything you said." The old lady thought that she could no longer hide it, so she stopped being coy and said angrily: "You are pretending to be dead, you are so angry!" Ben Wu giggled, stood up and hugged each other for a long time, crying quietly.
Flow... The sunset was red, and in the yard, two pomegranate trees were blooming. They were red, bright, and begging to be spoken to. I didn't pinch one and pin it on my lover's bun. In the evening at the beginning of midsummer,
It seems like I have returned to those romantic days more than fifty years ago.