At eight o'clock, through the bamboo forest, you can see the goose yellow lights, it should be my brother at home.

There were still a few steps left from home, Ganluo stopped, the ground under her feet accumulated thick bamboo leaves, soft and fluffy touch, she turned back, and glanced at the car lights that were still on the side of the road after the bamboo forest was covered by layers, Zhang Xiao had not left.

The corners of her mouth curled slightly, and her tired eyes gradually smiled, but there was no expression in the steps that were getting closer and closer to home.

Walking towards the goose-yellow light at the door, there was a night breeze in the forest, the bamboo swayed slightly, and the faint shadow of the full moon and clear light could be seen little by little obscured by dark clouds.

"Ganluo, you've had stiff wings lately, a few times! Smear before going home!" Ganluo saw Dada sneaking towards the bamboo forest, without raising his head, and began to chatter in his mouth, "Fourteen-year-old girl, run all day long, Ming'er's mother comes back, see if she doesn't clean you up." ”

"Brother Ganluo, I'm from the Zhou family next door, hasn't she gone home yet?" Zhou Jingrui was carrying a bag of oranges in his hand, and he happened to hear Ganluo talking to himself.

"It's back. ”

Gan Luo took a deep breath, his voice was normal, he walked around the pond half a circle along the path, led Dada back, and saw Zhou Jingrui on the side before remembering that he had made an appointment with someone the day before yesterday, and walked to him and apologized: "I'm sorry, the situation is a little special today, I didn't have time." ”

"It's okay, your friend's business has been taken care of?"

"Almost. ”

Gan Luo took the orange he handed over, thanked him, and turned to greet his brother who was watching the excitement on the side, "Brother, this is the grandson of Grandma Zhou's family, Zhou Jingrui." ”

"There are a lot of mosquitoes outside, so let's sit first." Ganro greeted with a smile.

"No, it's late today, I'll come over tomorrow. Zhou Jingrui glanced at Ganluo without a trace, saw that she was fine, and said goodbye to the brothers and sisters with a smile.

"This girl has a weird temperament, she takes care of her, and she often comes to play when she has time. Gan Luo blocked Gan Luo behind him, sent Zhou Jingrui away with a smile, and saw that the girl behind him wanted to speak, her eyes widened, and she pulled her aside with a cold face, "Tell me honestly, where did you go wild at night?"

"Xiaomei has something at home, so I went for a trip. Gan Luo avoided the weight, frowned slightly and asked, "You just said that Mom Ming'er will come back?"

"Well, she called home in the afternoon and said, you better be honest, don't run around the girl's family, I heard Grandma Li in the back room say today, the police arrested Wang Xiong in the painting township, you follow him to learn to tame pigeons for two years, do you know what the situation is? ”

"I know, there are a lot of mosquitoes outside, I'm going to go inside. ”

Ganluo rubbed her arms, stepped into the house, and was pulled back again, she was very tired today, and glared at Ganluo, "Brother!"

"That boy, as soon as he came, he asked you about the situation, how many days have you two known, what did he do when he came to you at night?"

"It's just an ordinary friend. ”

Gan Luo listened to Gan Luo's words, saw his suspicious look a little helpless, and stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the Zhou family's courtyard, "Zhou family, so close, it's okay to hang out with the door, besides, Grandma Zhou treats people kindly, Zhou Jingrui is also a person who knows etiquette and customs, no problem, go back to the house, I have been bitten a few times, where is the Curran wine, I will wipe a little disinfectant." ”

"I don't blame you, the kid can look good, if you like it, I'll help you. Gan Luo glanced back at the direction where Zhou Jingrui left, boy, you can guess any mind at a glance.

"Mrs. Gan, you're thinking too much. Is your sister a face-seeker?"

"You're not a person who looks at faces, say it, ghost believe!" Gan Luo scoffed at this, Gan Luo's good 'beauty' is not a day or two at all, it was brought out of the womb, fortunately she herself is not disabled, otherwise, tsk tsk, Gan Luo complained in his heart and went to the kitchen to cook noodles for her.

She stayed alone in the living room, took the Kelan wine and wiped the red and swollen parts of her arm that had been bitten by mosquitoes, and curled up lazily on the sofa.

Including looking at that face and feeling happy, occasionally the little woman instinctively shy, but that's all, I don't like it, she and him are the same people in a sense, and they lack a sense of security.

It is not wise for two insecure people to come together and develop into a relationship, and a bosom friend is more suitable.

Stunned, Gan Luo unconsciously remembered the figure standing by the window of the hospital, the person standing tall in the sun, but his eyes were cold and hard comparable to a blade, such a person, gentle, what kind of scenery is it, the physique and complexion are a work of art, dyed with red dust, it should be very attractive.

Coming back to his senses, Gan Luo was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

It's also a shame that she still has the heart to think about these boundless things, but according to her thinking, no matter whether it can be changed or not, the sky falls, life has to follow, seeing Dada lying quietly at her feet, a faint emotionless smile hung on the corner of her mouth, what happened today is too informative, she needs something else to divert her attention, to avoid the name that suffocates her breath, got up and walked to the bookshelf, took a book, habitually opened it, it was the "Xiang Zhi Xuan Zhi" by Gui Youguang, the book case was navy blue, covered with gray.

I remember that the teacher gave them an extracurricular lecture and read a thing or two, and I didn't memorize the whole article, but I still remember the end: "There is a loquat tree in the garden, and the hand planted it in the year of my wife's death is now like a cover." ”

She turned to the end of the article, sandwiched a piece of scratch paper in it, and there was an ancient tea horse road in her birthplace, she felt it at the time, and after learning it, she adapted a lyric according to the last sentence:

Name: "My Wife"

The broken door of Huang Po's house

Zhang's family is a puffy erlang

Walking with a limp and a step, who sings on the stage

The immortals grow under the fairy tree, and the immortals are painted on the road

There's a bar on the bluestone slab

Sorghum from Zoumachuan

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A hundred years of the same road, the sound of tea horseshoe

The loquat by the bridge, the girl at a glance

Whose rice is fragrant, who adds empty kang

High feng shui is strong, and the moon is full of wine equivalent

The loquat flowers are fragrant, and the candlelight is cut through the window

Plantain envy begonia

The night rain is cool and the green mountains are cool

Singing in the wind

The immortals grow under the fairy tree, and the immortals do not go alone on the fairy road

Under the fairy tree

Acacia long

On the road of immortals

Pale hair

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The grave is green and green

Pick up the broom and clear the eaves corridor

Take a dip in the loquat

The sound of the water was loud

Loquat has fragrance at night

Every year and every day

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The gongs and drums sounded, and the line was long

And there was a woman dressed in red

My daughter is sitting in front of the mirror, and her long eyebrows are depicting you

My daughter is getting married today

Logging for dowry

The dowry is locked in a loquat box

My daughter is wearing red makeup today, just like you did back then

The daughter is married today

Logging for dowry

The dowry is locked in a loquat box

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The water was rippling in front of the door

Autumn is high and the water is beautiful

The moon is full and people are hesitating

Look back

Continue

I didn't dare to think about it

Take a step and listen to whose stage singing

Looking back, the pottery bowl rested on the water tank

Vines climbed the courtyard wall

There is only sorrow left in the world

Hold a scroll of portraits

Buried with gray hair

She held it in her hand, and after reading it, she began to hum without a tune in her mouth, and her throat slowly tightened, and slowly tightened, until her throat choked and could no longer make any sound.

Leaning against the bookshelf, staring at the noodles that her brother put on the table, the steaming heat rose, and the emotions that she had tried to empty before entering the house fell down in one fell swoop, she still had her family, and her family, Ganluo reminded herself, picked up the noodles on the table, and ate slowly.

Her life has to go on, the other party has already targeted her, and she must investigate this case.