You Que put his hoe on the ground and looked over alone.
Lou Junlan bowed her hand politely: "This junior is visiting your mansion today. I am fascinated by the heroic appearance of my senior, so I came to visit... I wonder if your senior is welcome?"
You Que had no expression on his face: "What do you think?"
Lou Junlan was not embarrassed at all. She turned to You Qinwei and said, "Mr. You, I wonder if it would be convenient for me to have a chat with Senior You Que alone?"
With Lou Junlan's character, no matter what is inconvenient, she has to make it convenient. You Qinwei understood it clearly, so he said openly: "Miss Lou, if you want to speak up, what else is inconvenient?"
With that said, he was about to leave.
"I said." You Que said quietly, "Don't you need to ask for my opinion?"
You Qinwei looked at him: "Then would you like to chat with Miss Lou for a while?"
"I don't want to." You Que said simply.
"Oh." You Qinwei turned and walked away.
You Que raised his hand, as if to call the person to stop, and finally stopped there, looking at Lou Junlan with some regret: "It's really a waste of time. This old man was very kind to me before, and treated me like a fool."
My grandson Peng doesn’t even care about my life or death now.”
"Senior hasn't left yet." Lou Junlan reminded: "Because the person is still here, the tea has gone cold."
You Que's eyes were deep: "Thank you, young people today are really becoming more and more good at chatting."
Lou Junlan looked at him: "Oh? Have you come into contact with any other young people, senior?"
You Que said nonchalantly: "There is a man named You Shirang who always comes over to scold me for a while."
Lou Junlan frowned and said, "If I remember correctly, he is your nephew, right?"
You Que laughed: "His level of swearing is far worse than his father's."
Lou Junlan did not smile. She knew that You Shirang's father was You Que's biological brother. He is now dead and died in the Jingmu War the year before last.
She thought for a while and said: "It is said that the senior has a withdrawn temperament. When I saw him today, it was very different from the rumors."
"That's not wrong." You Que said seriously: "Everyone is moving forward, but I am regressing. Everyone is in groups, but I am alone. I am different from everyone else, doesn't it mean I am lonely?"
Lou Junlan's eyes swept over the chickens in the garden. They were pacing by themselves, lowering their heads to peck at food, carefree: "I found that in the senior's yard, both chickens and dogs are very quiet."
You Que said calmly: "It will embarrass me if I disturb others."
Lou Junlan said meaningfully: "Senior's patience with idiots is really good."
"It's just nothing to care about..." You Que smiled and said, "Maybe I'm the fool?"
Lou Junland said: "It seems that in the eyes of seniors, I am also one of those idiots."
"Don't always call me senior, just You Que." You Que waved his hand: "How can a useless person be worth the visit of a building girl?"
He didn't deny the idiot's statement. Fortunately, Lou Junlan didn't care either.
"This autumn military patrol was not my intention. Coming to Taiping City these days was not in my plan. But everything happened naturally, and I arrived here at the right time." She still looked at You Que, slowly.
He said slowly: "I guess someone wanted me to see something."
"What is it?" You Que asked.
Lou Junlan said: "Besides you, senior, what else is there to see in this Taiping City?"
You Que laughed dumbly: "Watch me hoeing the ground?"
Lou Junlan also smiled: "It's not a bad idea."
You Quezhen continued to hoe the ground, moving as skillfully as an old farmer.
Lou Junlan just watched in silence.
Hoeing the ground is hard work, and gradually sweat drips into the soil.
You Que hoeed, and finally said while hoeing: "I have also been young and flamboyant, and I have loved and hated. But it was all a long time ago, and I have forgotten all about it. So many years have passed, and I don't
Who knows who still cares about me so much.
"But I want to say, it doesn't matter. Nothing in this world is important, and I can forgive anything. Laugh at me if you want, scold me if you want to scold me. Remember to close the door when you leave, that's all.
"
He focused on his land and didn't look up.
Lou Junlan walked out silently. When she reached the door, she said, "There may be someone who doesn't remember to close the door, but that person won't be me."
You Que only said: "What a polite girl. You will have good luck."
Lou Junlan closed the door behind her and left this lonely courtyard alone.
You Que didn't seem to have any cultivation, but his overall state was lonely and calm.
A small courtyard protected his own heart. It seemed that he had completely recovered from the trauma of the year.
She was thinking, who on earth is still thinking about Yu Que? And who on earth wants to invite her, Lou Junlan, to be the audience? She wonders how many chairs are prepared here, whether the script is exciting enough, and whether the characters are big enough.
?
Not long after walking along the grassy path, I met You Qinwei waiting here.
"Have you finished chatting?" You Qinwei asked.
Lou Junlan nodded: "Senior You Jinglong is a transparent person... Do you want to take a look, Mr. You?"
Of course You Qinwei understood what she meant. This was to check You Que's safety. She lived in such a remote place and was ignored by no one. Don't let anything happen and involve her, Lou Junlan.
He didn't look back, he just led the way and said casually: "Don't watch. Even if something happens to You Que, we won't bother to pursue it. Miss Lou will not be involved in any way."
Lou Junlan continued to walk forward and said as if unintentionally: "Mr. You, aren't you curious about what we talked about?"
You Qinwei only said: "Twenty-four years."
Twenty-four years have passed and everything that can be done has been done and everything that needs to be said has been said.
Then he said no more.
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…
The courtyard door is closed.
The dog by the wall lay down again and continued to take a nap.
The chickens in the ridges are still pacing, never anxious.
It's like nothing happened.
You Que is still hoeing the ground.
Hoeing is not a performance, it is a part of life.
Twenty years of life.
He slowly plowed the ground, removed the grass, watered it, put away the farm tools, and washed his hands carefully.
The palms that were once as fine as jade, gleaming to the bone, and once "shocked the dragon" are now no different from the hands of ordinary old farmers. They are covered with calluses, rough and ugly. The black in the wrinkles seems to be painted over, and there is no trace of them at all.
Can't be washed off.
He just washed it silently, rubbing it knuckle by knuckle. Finally, he took a brand new cloth and wiped the water droplets off his hands.
He brought a low bamboo stool and sat next to the sleepy dog.
He cut down bamboo himself and made the bamboo stool by himself. He usually sits like this, washing vegetables, peeling corn and so on. If he wants to bask in the sun, he still has to move out the deck chair in the house.
This dog is already very old, and it takes a lot of effort to do anything. It can lie down and never stand. It just got up to "support", and I am afraid it has already risked its life.
He reached out and touched the old dog's head. The old dog closed its eyes and grinned, seeming to enjoy it very much.
Just touch and touch gently like this.
Until the chickens had returned to their cages, until night fell...the old dog's breathing also stopped, so he stopped.
You Que is not sad.
He could see "Shou" and knew the old dog's "death date" a long time ago.
It is a happy thing for a dog to live until its death. The same is true for people.
To be continued...