It turns out that people with holes in their brains always have holes.

And it's the kind of hole that can't be filled well.

Even if he has suffered a loss before, this kind of person with a hole in his brain still won't have a long memory.

It is estimated that the next time they encounter a similar situation, this kind of person will still behave in the same stupid way.

Liu Qingshan looked at the stinging palm, stared at the charred flesh, and burst into tears.

Damn, everything is a lie!

"Are you stupid?" Liu Yuanhe saw his son grabbing charcoal with his bare hands, and couldn't help shouting from afar, "What are you doing with your hands catching charcoal fire?"

"If you want to take care of it, you should take care of your own feet first. Liu Qingshan said with tears in his eyes.

Alas. Liu Yuanhe sighed. I'm obviously a person with both appearance and IQ, but how did I give birth to such a son with a hole in the brain?

He now seriously doubted whether this stupid son was his own.

The wildfires are getting gentle.

In the afternoon, the rain also came down.

"Exactly. Liu Qingshan looked at the rain and said happily, "Dad, in this way, we don't have to put out the fire." ”

Follow the normal procedure, and when the fire has burned all the plants in the mountain, people have to go to the mountain, dig up the earth with a hoe, cover the still smoking fire, and let the fire suffocate and die.

Because the mountain area is very large, there are many fires that are not completely burned, so it usually takes a morning to burn the mountain and an afternoon to put out the fire.

However, it seems that the weather is beautiful today, and the plants in the mountains have just been burned to the ground, and the rain is falling in the air.

And, judging by the thick clouds, this rain is expected to be long-lasting, and it is not small.

In this way, it is not necessary to eliminate the procedure of putting out fires.

Liu Yuanhe looked at the mountain rain that smashed his face, but he was a little worried: "Qingshan, hurry up and pack your things and go home, if you have typhoid fever, you will be in trouble." ”

I was busy in the morning, sweaty, and tired, if I was drenched in the cold winter rain in the afternoon, it was estimated that Hua Tuo would be difficult to heal in his life.

Liu Qingshan nodded, and hurriedly went to clean up the hoe and woodcutter. He put his things on the branches of the big tree next to the cistern and said, "Dad, I have to carry you, these things are not easy to take, and I will take them home next time I go into the mountains." ”

"I don't need you to carry it, I can walk on my own. Liu Yuanhe said recklessly, "A little injury is nothing, I think back then, your father and I were caught by a wild boar." ”

"Have you ever been caught by a wild boar?" Liu Qingshan felt incredulous, "Why didn't I know about this?"

"Your mother didn't know, I was still young at that time, but fortunately it was cold at that time, and I wore very thick cotton pants, so I was able to save my leg, otherwise, I would have been lame. Liu Yuanhe laughed twice.

"Stop talking nonsense, come up quickly. Liu Qingshan squatted down, his face was quite ugly, "If you don't hurry up, when it rains heavily, you will really be drenched from head to toe." ”

Seeing that his son's face was wrong, Liu Yuanhe was no longer reckless, leaned on his son's back, and advised: "It's okay to slow down, it's a big deal to go home and drink a few more bowls of oil tea." ”

"Dad, in the future, be careful, this is the second time you have been caught in the iron clip. Liu Qingshan frowned tightly and said, "In the future, remember to hit the grass with a stick first, and when you go up the mountain, don't patronize people and mobile phones, and look at the road." ”

"I know. I wasn't in a hurry today, so I forgot. ”

"Safety comes first at all times. ”

"Do you want to teach me?"

The rain was pouring down.

The mountains and forests are quiet.

Liu Qingshan carried his father on his back, and his father was draped in a transparent rain adhesive paper.

The winter rain falling from the sky is as slender as a cow's hair, and like an embroidery needle, thick and dense. There was no wind to assist them, and there was no rolling thunder, they just quietly sprinkled in the mountains and forests, sprinkled on the transparent rain adhesive paper covering the two fathers and sons.

They are gentle and delicate, like little girls in the mountain village, with a little coldness.

The tall cedar trees on both sides of the mountain road are shrouded in the drizzle one after another.

Not far away, Cuizhu Yu stood upright, like a row of solemn soldiers, motionless to accept the baptism of rain.

Unknown wildflowers are still fragrant in winter, and the dark fragrance floats in the smoke and rain.

When I walked into the cedar forest, the rain seemed to be getting heavier. The drops of water falling from the needles are like beads of jade, unhurriedly hitting the rain glue paper, snapping......

Bang ......

Except for the sound of rain, it was quiet everywhere in the mountains and forests.

It is estimated that the two fathers and sons are the only passers-by in the mountains and rains.

Liu Yuanhe looked at his son, whose hair had been wet by the winter rain, and said, "Qingshan, why don't we hide from the rain here." ”

Liu Qingshan glanced at his father's feet beside his waist. Dad's feet were also wet from the rain.

Although the wound was entangled in some large leaves, the shrewd rain seeped through the edges, melting the blood stains on the wound, causing the rain to slowly turn red, and finally stain the whole foot red.

"It's okay, let's go quickly, I'm sure we'll be back home before the rain gets heavy. Liu Qingshan kept saying at his feet, "Dad, you hide a little better, don't let the rain get wet." ”

Liu Qingshan said, quickened his pace, and trotted all the way home with his father on his back.

Liu Yuanhe was a little stunned and surprised.

How can this kid walk in the mountains with a person on his back than an ordinary person walking empty-handed on the flat ground?

He couldn't guess, so he turned his head to look at the mountains and forests around him.

In the mountains and forests, except for their father and son, there are still no people to be seen, compared with the grand occasion when the villagers poured into the mountains to dig yams a few days ago, the mountains and forests at this time are really quiet, and there is no hustle and bustle of the previous days.

Even the birds that usually flapped their wings and wandered among the trees did not know where to hide at the moment. Only the mobile phone in his trouser pocket is still ringing tenaciously with the prompt sound of a message from the WeChat group.

Listening to this voice, Liu Qingshan's brows really wrinkled deeper and deeper.

This stinky old man must be patronizing his mobile phone, so when he cleared the wasteland, he missed some trees, grasses and other places that were not cleared. As a result, he reaped the consequences of his own evil and was caught in the iron clip in the grass.

The person who put the iron clip is hateful, but at this moment, listening to the incessant prompt sound from his father's mobile phone, he is even more angry with his father's incompetence and ignorance.

It seems that he has to join forces with his mother and snatch his father's mobile phone, regardless of whether his foot is injured or not.

It's almost back in the village, and the rain is still falling.

There was no one else on the mountain road, and Liu Qingshan walked in a hurry.

When he arrived at home, before he reached the gate, Liu Qingshan shouted to the house located in the drizzle: "Mom, Mom, come out quickly, my dad's foot is injured." ”

Injured? Wu Cuimei hurriedly put down the hat and ran out of the kitchen.

As soon as I got out of the kitchen door, as soon as my feet stepped on the corridor, I immediately saw my son covered in rain, carrying an old man wrapped in rain tape, and running into the house with a look of urgency.

She didn't care much, so she hurriedly braved the rain to welcome her out, holding the old man's hand and saying distressedly: "What's the matter?"

"Don't talk, go first, go first. Seeing his mother coming out in the rain, Liu Qingshan hurriedly ran to the house.

As soon as he entered the house, he straightened up and bent all the way, and his waist, which was already slightly paralyzed, slowly put his father down.

Liu Yuanhe stood on the ground with one foot, leaning against the wall, slowly sitting on the small bench sent by his wife, grinning, pretending to be in pain, thinking that he was finally injured once, how could he be coquettish and enjoy the treatment of the emperor or something.

Some people serve tea and pour water, some people do laundry and cook, some people shush the cold and ask for warmth, and they don't have to work.

"What's the matter, how did your foot hurt like this?" Wu Cuimei asked with a frown, staring at Liu Yuanhe's injured foot.