At this time, Shaoqiu looked at the land that Uncle Hua had planted for him and smelled the soil dug out by Uncle Hua. The soil really smelled like a wife. Looking at the soil, Shaoqiu thought of Xiaohua. It seemed that Xiaohua was really himself.
This is definitely the right girl for you.
Thinking of these, Shaoqiu's mood couldn't calm down for a long time. At this moment, he was sitting beside the soil dug out by Uncle Hua, and from somewhere, maybe in the forest, an intoxicating fragrance came. Shaoqiu's mood at this time was so intense.
I was so intoxicated that no one in the world could beat me, so I didn’t want to go back, so I just sat on the edge of the field.
With the soil dug by Hua Bo, what more could Shao Qiufu ask for? Even if the west wind is blowing hard at this time, so what, he can still do without a quilt, and lying on this mountain without a quilt is better than having a quilt.
The quilt still feels warmer.
Shaoqiu was lying on the mountain at this time, for no other reason than to keep this beauty. When he looked at the clouds in the sky, although they were gone, the moon wheel had already appeared. The moonlight was shining down, like a dream.
But it made Shaoqiu feel scared, fearing that all this was just a dream.
Shaoqiu looked at this piece of moonlight, feeling very disgusted at this time. Why did he appear at this time and make all this beauty seem to have become a dream? Shaoqiu's anger could not be increased. No, he had seen a piece of moonlight.
Moonlight, swooped forward and punched down, trying to smash this annoying moonlight to pieces. If this was a dream, what would my life be like? This is simply terrible.
No, I punched the ground a few times, but the moonlight still existed and would not disappear. It seemed that all of this might be a dream.
Shaoqiu became angry and yelled at the moonlight. If anyone saw him at this time, they would think that this person was a madman.
The punch failed, so Shaoqiu kept digging at the moonlight with the hoe, trying to dig it up. If he wanted to prevent all this from becoming a dream, it must be true. But all this is in vain, the moonlight is still
No matter how much you dig at the moonlight, you can't dig it out. On the contrary, the moonlight is brighter than before.
"Oh my god, is this really a dream?" Shaoqiu was crying again.
However, he still had a way. At this time, he stretched out his left hand, and his right hand kept pinching it. He pinched it with all his strength. The left hand was bleeding and it hurt. It seemed like it was not a dream.
Yeah. Then this young man was ecstatic, not worrying about bleeding, but kowtowing to the heaven and thanking the gods of heaven and earth for their great kindness.
Shaoqiu hummed a song and returned to his room. He originally wanted to see this little flower, but he was tired after a long day and it was inconvenient to disturb others. So he stopped going and just stayed in his own room.
House, and although my house with four bare walls is not rich, it is still warm and lovely.
After Shaoqiu had eaten, he sat alone at his desk again, lit a kerosene lamp, and started reading. Just when he saw something beautiful, the already broken door made another noise.
Who is coming in? I guess it's the wind. It's late at night, and who else comes to my house?
However, Shaoqiu didn't dare to neglect him. If the person here was a little flower, he didn't dare to leave them alone. He had to treat them well. Thinking of this, he stood up and came to the door, trying to open the door.
Pulled away, but his intuition told him not to pull away. As for why, he was confused for a moment.
Shaoqiu didn't dare to pull away. In this deserted village, bandits were in and out, and alone in this late night, how could he not care about it?
Shaoqiu didn't dare to open the door. He just took a look, then returned to his seat and continued reading. But the door didn't ring at this time. It seemed that the wind was knocking on his door. Haha, just knock if you want.
Come on, why are you so sneaky?
At this time, he has a little flower in his heart and can read good books. For Shaoqiu, he is already contented at this point in his life.
Someone was arguing not far away. The sound was not too loud, but you could hear it. It turned out that the black bandit was arguing with the flower uncle. It is true that the black bandit wanted to exchange the chaff from his own home for the flower uncle's hard work.
The rice was grown, and there were a lot of maggots growing in the bran of this black bandit.
How could Uncle Hua be so willing? Besides, Uncle Hua didn’t have a lot of rice. But the black bandit insisted on doing this, and it seemed that he couldn’t go against his will for a while. So the two sides started to quarrel.
"Are you willing?" the black bandit roared arrogantly. It seemed that if he refused to change, the consequences would be quite serious, and it might even cost Uncle Hua his life.
But how could Uncle Hua, who valued rice more than his life, agree? Even if he was killed, he probably would not agree to exchange it with this gangster.
"Okay, you have the guts!" After the black bandit roared like this, he left Uncle Hua's house.
At this time, Shaoqiu was staying in his room reading a book, reading it under the kerosene lamp. It was really beautiful. Outside, the wind was gently knocking on the window. Although the window was broken, it was still beautiful.
Listening to the sound of the wind blowing from time to time is pretty good.
After reading for a while, he stood up again and paced back and forth in his small room, thinking about this little flower. The peach-like face kept floating in front of his eyes. Everything was so wonderful.
"Open the door!" Someone yelled outside the door. After listening carefully, it was none other than the gangster.
Shaoqiu had no choice but to open the door and wanted to know what happened to the gangster outside.
The black bandit was now standing in Shaoqiu's house, panting, and pulled Shaoqiu outside the house, warning: "Go and scold Uncle Hua right now, otherwise, I will kill you."
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"This..." Shaoqiu was almost confused for a moment. Uncle Hua was kind to him, and he would never scold others.
"Are you going or not?" the black bandit threatened. His eyes were now so white that Shaoqiu couldn't help but tremble with fear. If this went against his will, whether he could survive the night was still a question.
"I'll go...I'll go." Shaoqiu had no choice but to answer, otherwise, the gangster might burn his house down.
At this time, Shaoqiu stumbled out of his house and walked towards Uncle Hua's house. This distance was not far, but it took almost an hour. At this time, he felt that the dream had been broken, and found that it was better.
The dream is just a dream, and the blow to people will be so cruel and merciless.
Shaoqiu was standing in front of Uncle Hua's house. The light inside was so cute at this moment, and the light shining on Shaoqiu's body felt chilly for some reason. And the wind, the wind in this deserted village
It keeps whistling and cuts people on the face, which is really painful.
The black bandit was standing next to Shaoqiu, urging him to scold Uncle Hua, and there was a sharp knife on Shaoqiu's back. This could not violate this rule.
The black bandit had his idea, otherwise, with one strike of the knife, he would die immediately.