The slightly desolate grass shed, the thatch that hangs down can almost poke people's eyes, Half bent down to look at the sheep in the grass shed, more than a dozen, large and small, The soft white hair is like a cloud in the sky, looking at it wants to touch two handfuls, even if some of them have been stained with dust, but it does not hinder the charm of this cuteness.

"Si'er, what are you still rubbing, come over for dinner. ”

There was a slightly old call from the back room, and the young man who was greeted was about ten years old, standing outside the fence, looking at the sheep in the straw shed.

The sheep were very frightened, huddled together, and cowered in the farthest corner from him.

"The sheep that Grandma brought back today is so beautiful. ”

Si'er's eyes still seemed to have the innocence just now, and as he spoke, he glanced at the sheep again, and there was a trace of imperceptible pity in his eyes.

"What's so nice about a sheep, come and eat. ”

The man in the room shouted again, and this time, the other man came to the door, and had already leaned out half of his body to look this way, and the four of them answered, and rubbed for a moment, and then turned around and ran into the house.

The ground was flat, with occasional dust, and the cuffs of the trousers, together with the surface of the shoes, always looked like dirty, covered with a layer of infading ash.

The square table, facing the door, is vacant, there is a shepherd picture hanging on the wall, the level of the New Year's painting, red, red, green and green, the color is bold and bright, even if the color fades over the years, there is still a kind of folk atmosphere blowing in the face.

The boy in the red belly pocket was holding a whip, and beside her, a flock of sheep was honestly driven, and not far away you could see a winding path, and an old woman waiting by the roadside, and the old woman looked back with a smile on her face, but she did not see any love, but like some evil ghost that had opened its bloody mouth, waiting for the food to be delivered to the door.

That boy is not a boy commonly used in ordinary New Year's paintings, in the ancient patriarchy, chubby girls with a sweet smile on their faces, it is really rare, there must be, and most of them are boys and girls who are paired together, and there are not too many separate appearances.

In fact, when boys and girls were young, when they wore red belly pockets, there was almost no difference, and boys also had two pigtails when they wore them, and there was that kind of pulling towards the sky, cute and lively.

But the boy in this painting can be known to be a girl at a glance, not because of the ridiculous red face, nor because of the red dot on the forehead, and the two cute little tugging, on the feet and neck, which should be white, a red rope wearing a small silver bell, and a beautiful bow directly decorate the girl.

And then there is the name of this painting, the somewhat strange and distorted font always makes Si'er feel familiar, and after careful distinction, it is roughly judged that it should be the word "sheep girl".

The old woman sat on her right hand, she was a little hunchbacked, and her gray hair was wrapped in a cloth cloth at will, because she was too old and her hair was thin, so that the light cloth cloth seemed pitifully obedient, and at first glance it looked like a bald head.

Opposite her is an old man who doesn't forget to hold a long cigarette qiang when eating, the bench is very narrow, but long enough, the other party can sit and lift one leg, the pants with leggings are quite like small trousers, and with the handmade cloth shoes, a kind of old farmer in the field breathes to his face, however, he does not farm.

The smoke pot seemed to be bubbling with him, making some "grunt" and "grunting" sounds, he held a long cigarette qiang in one hand, and a piece of chicken leg in the other, a mouthful of smoke and a mouthful of chicken, gnawing his mouth full of oil, and the cigarette holder was shiny and shiny.

"Eating and grinding, I don't look like your father at all. ”

The old man said.

"Okay, what are you training my grandson!" the old woman glared at him dissatisfiedly, the old man shrunk his neck, and said nothing, the old woman had already served rice, and the bowls of white rice looked tempting, not to mention the plate of chicken in the middle.

The old woman tore off another chicken leg and put some chicken in the four bowls, and the already sharp rice was pressed down a little.

Instigating the smell of meat on her hands, the old woman tore a piece of chicken for herself, and said, "It's still Wang Lao Wu's chicken that is good, and other people's houses don't have this fragrance." ”

"If he hadn't had this craft, he wouldn't have survived many years earlier. ”

The old man said, and tore another piece of chicken, the whole chicken was not big, but it was torn like this a few times, and it looked like a skeleton left.

Si'er had already sat down in his seat, and hurriedly picked up the food according to the original owner's previous appearance, and before he finished eating the bowl, he looked at the little meat left on the plate.

The old woman looked amused, hurriedly put down half of the food in her hand, and tore him the largest piece of chicken and put it in his bowl, "Eat slowly, grandma will definitely let my grandson eat enough." ”

"Hmm. Si'er responded vaguely, chewing in large gulps, eating a little indecent, but it was fragrant, which made people more appetizing.

A family of three, without parents, but grandparents, after the grandson eats, the old man yawns and walks out with a long smoke, as if he is going for a walk.

The old woman didn't care about him, and she stacked up the well-eaten dishes and put them away in the kitchen outside.

There is nothing on the simple stove, and there is almost no room at home, and almost all the food is bought, and there is a big pot to make rice.

So next to put a rice tank, and then another is the water tank, the gourd scoop floats on the water, scoop it out when you use it, if you look carefully, you can see that there seems to be some oil flowers on the water, even the handle of the gourd scoop is dark because it is always stained with oil.

Si'er went back to his house as the original owner was accustomed to, and his hut was facing the kitchen outside, and from the broken window, he could see the movement of the kitchen, and when he saw the old woman washing the dishes, he turned his head and began to observe the house.

Compared with the memory of the original owner, this is a very ordinary and more favored peasant boy's house, there is nothing special on the wall, a bed, a cabinet, the cabinet is full of clothes, and a wooden box, open to see some treasured children's toys.

Tangram, nine rings, although they are all made of relatively cheap materials, but the degree of sophistication is not bad at all, and there are some beads, I don't know what game is playing, and there are a few bone-like things, which are exquisitely crafted, and should also be a toy.

Si'er relied on his eyesight to determine that the bone was animal bone, and when he thought of the sheep in the grass shed, maybe it was made of sheep bone, but it was small and cute.

It got dark early, and the old woman was washing the dishes, and it was already dark outside, and the kitchen was lit up, and it was also lit up here.

"Si'er, wash your feet, it's hot and sleepy. ”

It is autumn, the weather is getting cooler, soak your feet in the heat, and sleep more comfortably.

The wooden basin that was brought to the front was mixed with water, and the old woman diligently asked Si'er to do it, grabbed his feet, put them in the basin and rubbed them, and after washing and wiping them, she didn't forget to put them on her mouth and kiss the soles of her feet, which made Si'er itch and lie on the bed and laugh, and her face also smiled.

"My four sons were born like golden boys, and it will be a blessed life in the future. ”

The old woman said this, sat down on the edge of the bed, washed herself with the water, and then put Si'er to sleep, and watched him breathe steadily, and then went out.

There is no separate door to the room, and what is done over there can always be heard.

Si'er pretended to be asleep, listening to the old woman nagging the old man who had just returned: "This sheep is too big to sell, I'm afraid I'm going to have to go farther this time..."

"Okay, it's okay, isn't it just a matter of walking a few more steps?"

The old man slammed his mouth, and he didn't look serious, and he seemed a little sleepy when he heard the voice.

"I thought, since I have to go far, it is better to get more at a time, it just happens that there is a barren place, there are many sheep, and there may not be such a good opportunity in the future, I haven't seen so many sheep for many years..."

The old woman's elongated voice could not tell whether she was happy or sad.

"Okay, okay, it's all up to you, according to you, go to sleep. ”

The old man was already impatient, and before he had finished speaking, he heard a snoring sound.

Si'er turned over, this one, it is not an exaggeration to say that the family is poor, except for the picture on the wall that can be placed in the hall to install the façade, there is nothing else, the furniture is also very old, it seems to be by selling sheep for a living, catch wild sheep?

Looking at the size of the old woman and the old man, I can't see that I still have the strength to catch sheep, but maybe people can't be good-looking?

If you don't eat it, you don't know that firewood and rice are expensive, but you can eat meat at once, and the family doesn't seem to be very poor.

It is said that it is a farmer, but it does not farm, and it is not close to the people in the village by a layer, just look at the place of residence, and live at the foot of the mountain at a distance, which can be regarded as remote.

The original owner has no memory of his parents, and he seems to have never seen him since he was a child, but his grandmother, who can't kiss him, and his grandfather has to be in the back, in addition, the children in the village don't play with him, and they avoid him when they see him far away.

Therefore, the original owner only followed the grandmother's action, in the past, the little always played around the house, and also played with the sheep, and then when he was older, he also followed his grandmother to sell sheep, and drove so many to walk a long way, and he didn't like to go once he went.

Children, there is always no long-term interest, especially walking and grinding feet, it is too tired, so I only play nearby.

Judging from the memory of the original owner, in addition to being raised a little squeamish, he is obviously a poor boy, but he is like the temper of the young master, and there seems to be nothing wrong with the rest, then, in the end, he was retaliated against, it is inevitable that there is something undeserved.

In the plot, where did the officials who suddenly raised the butcher knife of justice come from?

I can't figure it out!

Si'er thought about it, and then returned his thoughts to the recent, if the speculation is good, this time he will sell sheep and come back, he will have an additional child daughter-in-law, this, I'm afraid it's not easy to change.

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