Just when the sour apricot was in a hurry on the roof beam, Zhenshu rushed over. He said to Sour Xing, I know that you are worried about the people's new house. Don't you panic, don't I still have an old courtyard that is not used. Just clean it up first, and finish the marriage. Wait for the spring of the Chinese New Year, and then start rebuilding, it's too late.

When Sour Apricot heard it, it was like grabbing a life-saving straw in the ocean. He said, "Okay, okay, you've done me a great favor." Otherwise, I'm going to move into the pot house first, and let the hall house be used as a new house for the babies.

Thus, the people's comfort nest has finally been settled. All the preparations for the marriage were also done overnight.

At this time, the construction site has also come to an end. Because the closer you get to the town outside the mountain, the flatter the terrain and the easier it is to repair the road. In some places, as long as the roadbed is paved, the road surface can be smoothed to some extent. As a result, the still rough roadbed has opened up the passage in and out of the mountain, and it is far away from the street in front of the town hospital. The villagers finally breathed a sigh of relief. They crowded at the intersection and laughed and played for a long time.

Zhenfu didn't care about asking for xylophones. He told a few cubs to run to the supply and marketing cooperative's store, bought thirty elongated firecrackers, and hung them in a long line on the intersection. Mao Lin stepped forward and made a gesture to light a whip to celebrate. Sour Xing hurriedly stopped him, saying that he was not in a hurry, and waited. Tell Brother Zhenshu to make a good calculation, and then whip it at an auspicious hour.

Zhenshu, who had been hiding behind the crowd, was pushed to the front. Everyone urged him to hurry up and calculate, when to whip it.

Zhenshu is waiting to be left alone. But seeing that it was Sour Xing who personally ordered his own mao, it was difficult to shirk it. He pondered for a long time, calculated for a long time, and said, "It is best to rush at eleven o'clock at noon, and the gods of fortune, wealth, and joy just look around." Although there are evil gods haunting the left and right, after all, the three gods can't gather auspicious qi to collide. No matter how big the evil spirit is, it will lose its majesty, so why not. Zhenshu's words, the villagers all believed it, and they all said that such a big thing had to catch up with a good time.

While waiting for the auspicious time, the villagers took the initiative to devote themselves to the easy work of repairing the road surface with joyful energy.

Xylophone called Zhenfu and Maoqing and ordered, the project is finally completed. Today, let's improve our lives. Stew more meat, make four kinds of dishes, go to the town to buy some wine, and then go to the four directions to carry some flatbread, and treat the people on the construction site hard. Today, let everyone eat and drink to their heart's content. Even if you're drunk, it doesn't matter.

With a xylophone, Zhenfu couldn't wait. He immediately shouted at a group of cubs and rushed into the town. Mao Qing didn't dare to slack off, and quickly gathered a group of women, and was so busy on the stove that her feet were facing the sky. The intoxicating smell of meat wafted everywhere on the construction site, which aroused the enthusiasm of the villagers even more. A festive atmosphere permeated the entire construction site and spread out to the desolate wilderness covered with cold and snow.

The firecrackers were finally lit on time at 11 o'clock at noon on February 16, 1985, the 27th day of the lunar month 1984.

Thirty whips, one after the other, exploded one after the other. The rising gunpowder smoke immediately covered the spacious construction site and a group of gray-headed and ragged Xinghua villagers on the construction site. This earth-shattering sound has already alarmed the people who are busy holding the New Year in the town not far from the foot of the mountain. In the narrow streets and alleys, there were suddenly some people who stretched their necks and watched from afar. The sound of firecrackers continued for more than half an hour before it gradually stopped. Then there was the clamor and clamor of shouting and drinking.

Sour Apricot, Zhenfu, Zhenshu, Maosheng, and Sour Jujube thought that they had drunk too much, and they wiped the corners of their eyes with their shoulders on their backs. Mao Qing held the small shovel used as a shovel, knocked on the edge of the king-sized pot, and hummed a little tune. attracted a group of women to sit around him, joking and laughing from time to time. Mao Lin stared at the red eyes, and Mao Shan, Four Seasons, Yang Xing and others, who were also blushing and thick-necked, guessed the boxing and drinking, and no one was convinced. Only Xylophone sat alone on a high hill, watching the lively scene on the construction site for a while, and then overlooking the town in the distance for a while, quietly combing through the chaotic and complex moods.

The road construction project in Xinghua Village lasted from the 10th day of the 10th lunar month in 1983 to the 27th day of the 12th lunar month in 1984, lasting one year, two months and 17 days. Taking advantage of the two winter and summer slack seasons, the whole village was mobilized to go into battle to repair and open up a four-meter-wide mountain road of 7.5 kilometers. A total of 60,000 cubic meters of earth and rock were transported, and 300 tons of explosives, 3,000 detonators, and 2,000 meters of fuses were used. At the cost of this, one-third of the villagers collapsed from exhaustion on the construction site, and seventy percent suffered smashes, crushes, sprains and frostbitten to varying degrees. As a result, she lost her right leg and became permanently disabled. More importantly, the incidents of beating up in the village caused by the construction of the road, as well as the various contradictions and entanglements that occasionally appeared, have left an irreparable rift in the psychology and feelings of the villagers. In this way, the people of Xinghua Village have been pushed onto the complex and unpredictable new stage of life.

As Jin Lian asserted at the beginning, the day the road was opened was the time when the villagers' hearts were scattered. The days of peace and tranquility are far away, and no one can afford to keep them. Since then, the people of Xinghua Village have entered a long journey of turmoil and strife.

At one end of this wide and flat road connecting Xinghua Village and the town, on the eve of the Qingming Festival in 1985, a smooth and hard village monument carefully carved out of granite stone was erected squarely next to the ancestral forest at the entrance of the village.

On the front of the stele are three large block letters painted with red lacquer: Xinghua Village.

On the back of the stele is a dense square block that is also painted with red paint.

The text says:

During the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, the Li family and the Song family moved here from the East China Sea in Jiangsu, and then the He family came to settle down. Because of the lush apricot forest on the slope of the village, it is called Xinghua Village. On May 1, 1971, a primary school and a health clinic were built in the village, ending the long years of ignorance and illness in the village. In the winter of 1984, a broad road connecting the village and the town outside the mountain was expanded and officially opened.

It was established on April 2, 1985

Old Man Mu saw Maosheng's mood at this time. He deliberately shifted the conversation to his children's family and career, leaving Maosheng a chance to adjust his mentality and stabilize his emotions. Others also knew his father's intentions, and for the time being, he no longer took Maosheng as the center of the conversation, which could give Maosheng a time to breathe. At this point, Mao Sheng was full of deep gratitude to the old father-in-law, and felt that he was just like his own father. Although he didn't have much impression of his father, who went out early and passed away later.

The reunion dinner at noon was very lively, and laughter and laughter flew to every corner of the house.

Old Man Mu took out a bottle of Moutai wine that had been treasured for many years, which caused the younger brother of Muqin to follow suit. He shouted bluntly, Dad is too partial, and he hasn't taken it out for a few of us to drink for so many years, and he has to wait for his brother-in-law to come before he shows it. His words were accompanied by a chorus of approval. It is said that the old man is so eccentric that he is outrageous, is there anything good to hide, and if he doesn't take it out together, he will start rummaging. The old lady Mu kept laughing and scolding, and she couldn't close her mouth with joy.

The old couple made an exception and drank some red wine, and several sisters and concubines also drank a few glasses. The xylophone brothers and brother-in-law pestered Maosheng and didn't finish pestering, persuading him one by one, forcing him to drink glass after glass. One bottle of Moutai was quickly drunk, and two more bottles of liquor were opened. After the bottle was cleared, a bunch of beers were served. This is Maosheng's first beer tasting. There is a strange smell in the muddy soup at the end of the day, and it is extremely difficult to swallow. He didn't dare to say that he didn't want to drink this muddy juice with a bunch of foam, so he was so drunk that he couldn't even hold his chopsticks.

Next, Mao Sheng seemed to have fallen into a wine vat, and was pulled by several brothers and sisters of the xylophone in turn, rushing in and out of some high-style hotels on the street. Maosheng, who had also lived in Nanjing for several years, saw all the foreign scenery for the first time and ate enough delicious food that he had never heard of. The changes in the city of Nanjing are unimaginable to Maosheng. Not only is the street full of pedestrians and all kinds of vehicles flowing endlessly, but the high-rise buildings on both sides of the street also make him unable to distinguish between east and west, north and south.

Xylophone, like Maosheng, lamented from the bottom of his heart that the city of Nanjing has changed so much and the world has changed so fast. I was like an antique that had just been unearthed, deeply shocked and stunned by the scene in front of me. The city that originally belonged to itself and the living environment that belonged to it was abandoned and forgotten by the urban home that gave birth to it. Only deep in my heart, there is still a trace of immortal memory. Now, even this pitiful memory has been crushed, weathered, and dried up with the hustle and bustle of the city with a strange face and a gesture of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

As the days passed, the xylophone also involuntarily changed its mood and feelings. From the depression along the way at the beginning, to the joy when she saw her family, to the sadness that suddenly surged up in the past few days, and gradually she had the longing for Xinghua Village thousands of miles away, which made her seem to have gone through a long journey of life, and experienced a fragile and difficult emotional torture and experience.

The family thought that the two of them were purely going back to the city to visit relatives. They led them around all the big and small scenic spots, and had a great time. They also strongly encouraged the two of them to go back and move the whole family here, and the whole family was reunited. Even children's schools and adults' jobs have been considered. Maosheng has always been thinking about Xinghua Village, where he has lived for generations. He was worried that the xylophone would be persuaded by his family to give up the shabby mountain village and respond to his family's retention and commitment. Behind his back, he tried his best to persuade the xylophone to go back quickly.

The marriage of the people and the children was held as scheduled on the twenty-eighth day of the snowy lunar month.

This heavy snowfall had been clearly foreshadowed in the previous days. The sky was cloudy, and the sun was not visible for several days. The cold northwest wind passed through the Beishan Pass, shuttling through the village courtyard unscrupulously, "swishing" straight into the mouth of the village leader. At that time, although the villagers were struggling to make the final sprint to build the road on the construction site, a layer of hot sweat appeared on everyone's face. As soon as I stopped, I immediately felt unusually cold.

Since the beginning of winter, although there have been a few snowfalls in the mountains, it is not too big compared to previous years, just enough to cover up the decay and decay of the four fields. Under some ditches, dark brown mountain soil and hideous and cold rocks are often exposed. The villagers said that this winter was different from previous years. Although it is cold, it is not as cold as in previous years. Even if it snows, it can't withstand last year's fierceness. As the end of the year approaches, the weather seems to be getting warmer. There were a few days of beautiful wind and sunshine, which made people feel like spring was ahead of schedule. However, just a few days before the construction site was about to be completed, the cold wind suddenly became fierce. The temperature dropped suddenly, sometimes to minus 20 degrees. The unsuspecting villagers were suddenly overwhelmed. They violently added layers of clothing to their bodies. On the construction site, many people were frostbitten in their ears, fingers, and feet during this cooling process. There are also some people who have a cold and fever, and they are taking injections and medicines, and they are so busy that their hands and feet are not idle all day long on the National Day.

On the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, that is, the evening of the construction site, large snowflakes began to fall in the cold air. At first, snowflakes can distinguish between hexagonal and octagonal shapes. A thin piece of crystal clear fell on the hands and faces, and was immediately melted by the heating emitted by the human epidermis, leaving a small puddle of water. Gradually, it is no longer possible to distinguish between hexagons and octagons. Floating straight down from the gray sky was a large lump of snow wool like cotton wool. Looking up at the sky, all you see is this kind of light and lingering thing. Rushing to the face, the volley fell in the air, drawing a series of black and gray traces, and disappeared in a flash. Immediately afterward, countless more traces followed, without a single break. It seems that the originally empty air has long been filled with this endless snow cotton ball. Shaken by an invisible giant dustpan, it poured down into the air, trying to completely cover and bury the world.

The twilight of the mountain scenery far and near has long been hidden behind the white curtain of the sky, and it is clothed in the same silvery white snow, which blends with the gray sky. This rare sight of up, down, left and right mixed together makes people dizzy. Sometimes you suddenly realize that you have lost your way and cannot distinguish between east and west, north and south. It's like putting a person in a huge milk bucket, wrapped in thick white slurry, unable to get out, unable to breathe, and unable to open his eyes.

In this snow-soaked mountain, the villagers carried all kinds of labor tools, pushing and pushing, resisting, helping the old and the young, calling for children and daughters, and running towards the warm courtyard of the village. No one wants to be stuck in the wilderness by this rare snowfall. Jing'er's cubs only took care of the sour apricots and rushed home desperately. Mao Sheng was carrying a lot of household goods on his shoulders, and he couldn't walk fast. He also had to take care of the xylophone, so he was left behind by the villagers who fled in a hurry. He and the xylophone took care of each other, and walked towards the village with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

When I finally walked to the edge of the ancestral forest at the entrance of the village, there was no one in the snow. In all directions, except for the sound of the two of them stepping on the snow and the sound of heavy wheezing, all that was left was a slight "swish" sound when the snowflakes landed. The two of them shrunk their heads and bowed their waists, and were about to walk through the ancestral forest, when a fiery red shadow flickered, jumping between the mounds in the woodland. The two of them stopped unconsciously. When I looked closely, I immediately stood there, unable to move. They saw a flaming fox. It was bouncing and playing in the snowy woodland. Suddenly he ran to the head of the grave, and suddenly he hid behind the mound.

Suddenly, the two of them felt that the surrounding atmosphere had become incredibly solemn and solemn. The blood of the whole body poured into the depths of the heart together, and the soul seemed to fall heavily into the unknown depths. It's like falling into a bottomless hole. All thoughts and consciousness were swept up and fell, leaving only the shriveled body still in the snow.

At this time, the fox also spotted the two stunned people on the road. It climbed to the top of a large mound, watched warily, confronted each other, but had no intention of fleeing in the slightest panic. It's still the fox that Xylophone saw at the foot of the North Mountain. Two long white beards, purple-black lips, a maroon tail, black ears, and golden-yellow fur. The fox is like a flame that burns in the snowy fields. The impression of meeting back then gave the xylophone an unforgettable memory. No matter how young it is, no matter where it is in the world, the xylophone will recognize it at a glance, and there will never be the slightest mistake.

Immediately, the two sides were locked in a war of attrition against each other, just like the one that the xylophone had fought when it encountered it. Both sides stared intently at their opponents, expressionless. There was a look in his eyes, some were stunned, some were confrontational, some were speculative, and some were panicked. Mao Sheng couldn't control himself anymore. He sat down in the snow with his butt slumped, and the household belongings in his hands on his shoulders were scattered on the road. This action and sound startled the fox. It swerved around and burrowed into the dense forest of the hillside behind it. After only a few ups and downs, he disappeared. At the last glance of turning around, the fox face that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom didn't seem to have the shallow smile that appeared back then, but a look of panic.

Xylophone watched the fox disappear into the reckless dense forest, and his heart suddenly felt much more relaxed. It seems that all thoughts and consciousness have returned to the body. Mao Sheng had already sat down on the ground and hadn't gotten up for a long time. Thinking that he was stunned, he still had his mouth half-open and couldn't make a sound. Xylophone picked him up with great effort, and said lightly, it's nothing, isn't it just a wild fox, what's the big deal. Mao Sheng didn't dare to speak. He hurriedly picked up the scattered household belongings on the ground, and hurried towards his home with a xylophone.

When he returned home, his face was still pale, like cardboard on the window lattice. Clumsy hands and feet, mentally confused, and unable to even speak neatly.

Because the people are going to get married tomorrow, Ye'er has already asked for leave and returned home. She cooked her meal early and waited for her family to have dinner. The golden leaf has been picked up by Ye Er from the sour apricot family. She followed Zhong Er and Xingzai, who had already returned home from vacation, and scurried in and out of the house. Playing with snowballs and building snowmen again, it was covered in snowflakes. The two little hands were red from the cold.

As soon as he entered the warm pot house, Mao Sheng leaned on the stove and gasped. Jin Ye obediently ran to Mao Sheng and asked him to hug him. Mao Sheng grabbed the gold leaf and hugged it tightly in his arms. He held Jin Ye's cold little hand in his palm, and his face was pressed against her little face.

Xylophone knew that Mao Sheng was fiercely frightened by the fox just now. Guarding Jing'er's family, it was not good for the xylophone to comfort him in person. She chatted with Jing'er and Ye'er without saying anything, so as to distract everyone's minds and give Maosheng a chance to calm down.

Ye'er scalded a pot of wine for Maosheng and Jing'er to dispel the cold along the way. Of course, Jing'er was happy, and with the strength of the noon wine, she was in a high mood to have a few more drinks with her father. Mao Sheng barely drank a glass of hot wine and immediately ate his meal. made Jing'er suddenly lose her mood. Jing'er and Ye'er both felt that their father was so strange tonight, and he always changed his face and color. Speaking is also a preface and a post, as if there is something on your mind. Seeing this, Xylophone hurriedly diverged his way and hurried to eat. We still have to rush to see how the people's affairs are arranged for tomorrow's big event, but we can't delay.

After dinner, the family rushed to Sour Xing's house to help. Xylophone whispered to Mao Sheng, if you are not feeling well, just rest at home. Let's just go. Mao Sheng shook his head and followed him out of the courtyard.

At this time, the snowflakes falling in the air outside have become much rarer, as if the snow has stopped.

At night, the snow really stopped. The sky was still overcast, with no starlight and moonlight in sight. At night, Sour Apricot went out several times to check the weather. He said worriedly, the sky is not sunny yet, I'm afraid it will have to continue.

Sure enough, as Sour Apricot said, at dawn, snowflakes began to fall in the sky again. At first, it was not big, but as the number of people who came to help marry increased, the snowflakes that fell gradually increased.

Because of Sour Xing's special physical condition, the villagers rushed to help him without distracting him. Inside and out, big and small trivial things, someone takes the initiative to take care of them. On the contrary, it seems that the sour apricot family has nothing to do, and they are as idle as if they have nothing to do. It seems that it is not the people who are marrying, but other families who are organizing the wedding. His family came to see the excitement.

The routine of marrying the bride through the door is completely in accordance with the customs of the village, handled step by step, without reducing the slightest detail. Despite the snow falling in the air like yesterday evening, the wedding atmosphere was always lively and spectacular.

Because the osmanthus family is from the same village, the people sent by the Zhenshu family to send relatives are not only distinguished guests, but also errands and helpers. As soon as the four seasons and their family sent the waiter over, they immediately rolled up their arms and sleeves and started to get busy. As soon as the Quartet arrived at the new house, he arched into the kitchen and took on the role of chef. Others also joked, you are a distinguished guest and a part-time worker, whether it is your family or someone else's marriage. The Quartet smiled honestly, saying that they were all married and part-time workers. As a result, there was no distinction between host and guest in the entire wedding and hospitality table, and all of them were seated according to the size of each person's generation in the village. Sour Xing also asked Guoqing and others to pull all the young and old of Zhenshu's family over and go to the banquet together. It should be said that the people's wedding was made into a hodgepodge of joys. This kind of wedding scene is unique in the long years of Xinghua Village for hundreds of years.

In order to take care of the sour apricots with limited mobility, the main mat was arranged in the sour apricots' homes. Sour apricot led a table of people with slightly higher seniority in the village, and specially called Maosheng and Maolin to accompany him, and drank very happily. Mao Sheng already had something on his mind, and was forced by Mao Lin to pour a few more glasses of wine, making him look drunk and hazy. In a gesture, he showed a light and fluttering appearance.

After the banquet was dismissed, Mao Sheng staggered towards his home. The sour apricot woman was not at ease, so she asked the National Day to send it.

There were still big snowflakes dancing in the sky. The snow on the road was already covering my legs, and it was very difficult to walk on it. The two of them supported each other, and ran back to Maosheng's house with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

In the distance, he saw a man standing at the door of his house. He wears a dogskin hat, a cotton coat, and seded cowhide shoes, and is covered with snowflakes. He stomped his feet while holding his fingers, and was moving to keep warm. When he got closer, he saw that even his slender eyebrows and thick and messy stubble were covered with snowflakes. A string of green snot hung from the stubble, already frozen, turning into a slender, drooping ice cube. With the shaking of the whole body, the trembling and trembling just can't fall off.

Mao Sheng didn't recognize who it was for a while. He asked with concern, which guest did you come from afar? Go home first and warm up, and then send you there. After that, he hurriedly unlocked and pushed the door.

At this time, there was a trembling voice from behind, brother, it's me, why don't you recognize it.

Mao Sheng was stunned for a moment. There is no need to turn around, and there is no need to distinguish carefully, just the familiar and unfamiliar "brother", he can roughly guess who it is. Shigeru's heart beat instantly. The "pounding" heartbeat was like a detonator explosive on the construction site, resounding in his body. He slowly turned around and took a closer look at the man in front of him. The bean sprouts that are similar to himself have a skeleton, wide eyebrows, big eyes, and a long face, just like an apricot boy is just a mold stuck out. Maosheng thought that he was dazzled by wine and looked at the wrong person. He tried hard to identify it again, it was his own brother Mao Xiang. Mao Sheng was stunned for a long time, and a thousand tastes and thoughts surged into his heart along with the blood flowing rapidly around him. He wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound.

Guoqing knew that the embarrassed person standing in front of him was a guest of Maosheng's family. He greeted him warmly, saying that he would come into the house and warm up, and that he would not catch a cold. After that, he stepped forward to push open the gate for Mao Sheng, picked up the two yellow canvas bags at Mao Xiang's feet, and led Mao Xiang into the courtyard. Only then did Mao Sheng react. He hurriedly opened the door of the pot house, and a warm current greeted him.

Mao Sheng asked Mao Xiang nervously and in surprise, where did you come from, and when did you come.

Mao Xiang didn't bother to answer Mao Sheng's series of questions. He busily took off his coat and rubbed his face with his hands, which was almost numb. Then he eagerly brought his stiff palm to the edge of the stove and baked it repeatedly. Thinking about it, he was so frozen that he couldn't even speak coherently.

Seeing Guoqing looking at him stunned, Mao Sheng introduced, this is your second brother Mao Xiang. You've never seen each other, Shengli.

Of course, Guoqing knows that Maosheng has a younger brother named Maoxiang, who is Xingzai's father. I've just heard of it, but I've never seen it in person. National Day happily said, it's brother. Today is really a happy event, and the wedding wine in the morning and evening is to be drunk. I'm going to call the xylophone sister-in-law and the apricot boy. With that, he ran out in a puff of smoke.

He ran to his hometown. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted loudly and shouted xylophone to find Xingzai. Xingzi didn't know where the madness had gone, and only the xylophone was still chatting with Sour Xing and others.

Sour Xing said, they are all such a big person, and they are still shocked. If there's anything going on, I'll talk about it.

National Day told Mao Xiang about his return. Xylophone was stunned at the time, and he didn't speak for a long time. Sour apricot said, hurry up and call him to come and drink a piece of wine. It's been more than 20 years since he left, and I don't know what he has become.

Guoqing didn't wait for the xylophone to agree, turned around and ran out again. After most of the day, Mao Xiang, accompanied by Mao Sheng and under the guidance of the National Day, came to the door of Sour Apricot's house.

All the people stood up to greet Mao Xiang. Set him down at the table and pour tea for a while. I also introduced the people in the house one by one. The sour apricot told the kitchen to hurry up and fry a few more dishes, blanch the wine, and accompany the second brother to drink a few more cups to get rid of the cold. The food and drinks were quickly served, and a few steaming steamed buns were served. Tell Mao Xiang to eat a hot meal first, pad his stomach and then drink.

It seems that Mao Xiang has warmed up. His face was ruddy, and he gradually talked more. Only then did I find out on National Day that Mao Xiang and Mao Sheng were brothers with completely different personalities. Mao Sheng is less clumsy and does not speak easily. Mao Xiang is a born chatterbox, knows a lot, can speak well, and meets the source left and right. Tiannanhaibei customs and customs, as long as someone mentions the conversation, there is nothing he doesn't know or understand. At a glance, you can see that he is a person who has traveled from south to north and seen the world. Moreover, the words he uttered were very pleasant. Adults have the words of adults, and juniors have the words of juniors, and they can often speak to the hearts of others.

Under the curious questioning of everyone, Mao Xiang told about his traces over the years. I have lived in Nanjing, been to Beijing, Shanghai, Jinan and other big places, and have also been to Jiangnan and Xinjiang. This time, I came back from the Northeast. His words made everyone in the room listen to them straight. Some of those place names have never been heard of, and some have never even heard of them, which is as novel and interesting as listening to a book from heaven. Even the full moon of serving food and hot wine is stupid. She sat on the side, her neck straightened, her ears pricked up, and she forgot to refill the water.

During the banquet, Mao Xiang took out fifty yuan from his arms and handed it to Sour Xing. He said that he did not know that today was a great day for the people, and there was nothing to make congratulatory gifts. Just this little money, you must take it.

Sour Xing and others have never seen such a heavy gift money, so they resolutely don't want it.

Mao Xiang said, uncle, if you want to save face for your nephew, take it. If I don't give this face, I won't be able to drink this wine today, so I'll leave.

Sour apricot was embarrassed for a long time, but still took it.

The amount of alcohol is surprisingly large. Glass after glass of wine is poured smoothly into the stomach, just like drinking cold water. Maolin also wanted to exert his might, like Guan Maosheng, and poured him down. Don't you know, Mao Xiang didn't have anything to do, but he himself was drunk and messed up, and was half-dragged home by Guoqing and Jing'er.

At night, the Maosheng family and Maoxiang sat in a warm pot house and chatted.

In fact, this kind of small talk started from embarrassment, and gradually rose a little warmth. In the end, it ended in a rather satisfying atmosphere.

Regarding the emotional entanglement between Maosheng and Maoxiang, it is difficult to explain it clearly in one or two sentences. Just like the relationship between bone and flesh and blood, they exist independently, and Chu and Han stand together, and they are clearly distinguished. But there is a vein running through it, closely linking the two together and becoming an inseparable one. Among them, the grievances are difficult to understand, and if you want to talk about it, you can't stop it.

Mao Xiang owes Mao Sheng and Xylophone too much, so much that it is difficult to tell in words. Otherwise, Muqin would not have left his hometown, abandoned his relatives and life in the metropolis in Nanjing, and was willing to return to this small mountain village behind the Yin Mountain with the man to suffer and suffer. Of course, there will be no xylophone at the peak of its ambitious career. However, seeing Mao Xiang appear in front of him so embarrassed, compassion also arises spontaneously. After all, he is his own brother, and he is the father of the apricot boy who regards him as his own. This kind of complex emotion of looking ahead and looking backwards and stabbing in the back and hurting the heart has been tormenting Mao Sheng and Xylophone. For a while, the two of them didn't know how to grasp their own proportions and mentality. It depends on the size and generosity of Maosheng and Xylophone. What's more important is that it depends on how Mao Xiang takes the initiative to communicate and hand over with his brother and sister-in-law.

It should be said that in this regard, both sides have made certain efforts and made maximum concessions. In this way, there was a good start that was recognized and accepted by both parties that night.

The embarrassing scene that night began when Apricot entered the house.

Throughout the day, Zhong'er and Xingzi have been out wild. When he was hungry and thirsty, he ran to the sour apricot pot house, stuffed a stomach full of good food and rice, and then ran out and continued to spread wild with a group of cubs. Mao Xiang's arrival, Xingzi didn't know anything. It wasn't until it was dark and the two of them were crazy and tired that they ran back to their courtyard and prepared to go to bed.

When the two stepped into the pot house, Muqin and the others sat sullenly, and it was an uncomfortable moment when they were speechless. When Apricot entered the house, he went to tease the golden leaf. He also handed a rough bunny carved out of ice cubes to Gold Leaf to play with. Jin Ye immediately shouted. She held the ice rabbit to show off to everyone, and handed it to Mao Xiang to covet him. At this time, Xingzi found out that there was an extra person in the family, a person who was very similar to herself.

Mao Sheng hurried to break this embarrassing situation. He said to Xingzai, this is your father, call your father.

Xingzi was stunned for a moment, and replied, Master, whose father is he?

Mao Sheng said, it's your own father, why don't you call it.

Xingzi looked at the stranger in front of him who was staring at him nervously and greedily, and replied, I don't have a father, I have a father and a mother. Mother, I think I drank too much and said drunk.

At this time, tears the size of beans rolled out of Mao Xiang's eyes. Tears trickled down the wrinkled bronzed cheeks, through the stumble on the lips, and into the thick lips.

The xylophone finally spoke. She pushed Xingzi to Mao Xiang and said to Xingzai, this is your father. It's to come to see you, so I came all the way to come. You have to scream.

Suddenly, Apricot screamed. He shouted, my father and mother are lying to me. My dad has run away a long time ago, and he doesn't want me anymore. There's going to be a daddy out there. Master, mother, don't you want me anymore? Do you want to give me away and drive me away? With that, he rushed out of the pot house crying, ran into the hall, and slammed the door shut. Zhong Er also followed up with the hall and persuaded Xingzi not to cry.

Mao Xiang finally couldn't help it. He covered his face with his hands and cried out loud. His shoulders shook violently, panting like an ox, and he was so aggrieved that the people in the room couldn't breathe.

The xylophone was sad in his heart. After all, it is a woman's heart, and she can't see a man crying so bitterly. She persuaded that Xingzi was still young, and she couldn't accept such a scene all of a sudden. Take your time, and you'll be fine.

Mao Xiang cried and said, sister-in-law, I can't talk about anything, it's all my fault. I think at the beginning, if I hadn't played tricks, you wouldn't have ended up where you are today. Apricot boy won't drag you down for so many years. I'm sorry for the old lady and sister-in-law, and I'm sorry for the baby, it's not human.

Mao Xiang's heartfelt words finally changed the direction of Mao Sheng's words. He also had tears in his eyes, and sighed, "Sensei is sad." It's good to come back, but you have to live a better life. The previous troubles, let's call it over. In life, no one has any mistakes. It's good to change it, it's good to change it.

So far, with his true feelings and confession, Mao Xiang finally broke through the grievance gap between his brother and sister-in-law that had been frozen for more than 20 years, and finally got along. The next pull is developing in the direction of warmth and flow and pleasant atmosphere.

Mao Sheng told Mao Xiangxue about all the things that happened after his mother went home. also explained the fact that the West Courtyard was occupied by Jing'er's family. He said, I thought you couldn't come back, so he cleaned up the west courtyard and made Jing'er a new house. I didn't expect you to come back. You live in my house for the time being, and settle down in this pot house first. Eat or something, it's good to have a care. This western court should be in your name. I have to hurry up when the weather is warm in the spring, hurry up to build a new courtyard for Jing'er, and then give you the Westinghouse.

Mao Xiang said, brother, Westinghouse gave Jing'er to live in, I don't dare to ask for it. If you calculate it carefully, you and your sister-in-law have worked so hard to pull the apricot boy so much, how can I figure it out with you, what is yours and what is mine. I'll live here first. When I have free time this year, I will go out and build a new courtyard. It's good to settle down the apricot boy and save you and your sister-in-law a thought. Hurry up Ming'er, you take me to the grave and meet our mother. I have to go and ask my mother for my guilt. I don't know, my mother is willing to ask me to go underground, and if she wants to see me. After that, there was another burst of crying.

Mao Xiang took out a large number of things from the two yellow canvas bags he brought. There are Northeast ginseng and tobacco and alcohol for Maosheng, good clothes for xylophone, and various foods for Jing'er and Xingzai. Jing'er smiled and said, I'm so old, I'm embarrassed to ask my uncle for snacks. The whole room was happy.

Mao Xiang said apologetically to Ye'er and Jin Ye, I didn't expect that my nephew, daughter-in-law and granddaughter were so big. I don't have anything to prepare, so I'm not surprised. Later, I'll make up for it.

Since then, Mao Xiang has lived in Maosheng's house with peace of mind. Mao Xiang has changed his old style, his legs and feet are diligent, and his words are easy-going. He quickly blended in with the Maosheng family, creating a happy and harmonious family atmosphere. The only thing that made Mao Xiang feel close was that Xingzi never recognized him, nor did he approach him, let alone call his father, so he was very indifferent. Even if Maosheng and Xylophone intervened to persuade him, they still couldn't change Xingzai's mind about him.

Mao Sheng once came up with a way to move Xingzai's futon to the pot house. Ask him to sleep with Mao Xiang, so as to deepen the emotional communication and exchange between father and son. Xingzi was unmoved, and still moved the futon back to the hall and lived with Zhong'er. It wasn't until the winter vacation that the two lived in the town middle school again. Even when I got home on Sunday, the situation still hasn't changed. This made Mao Xiang both ashamed and sad, but there was nothing he could do.

Mao Xiang thought to himself, this cub's heart is more ruthless and harder than his own. I can't be too anxious about this, so I have to slowly get close to him.

After Xinghua Village built a road out of the mountain, the first businessman to enter the hinterland of the mountain along the wide road was an old man with popcorn. The old man's surname is Guo, from a village in Beishan. It's the unlucky father who made the waiter fooled, or Shen Yuhua's own family. He was the first to bravely step into the depths of the mountains to do business, and it was Mao Sheng who led him.

On the evening of the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, after encountering the fire fox at the entrance of the village, Maosheng was greatly stimulated. He looked tired, he had no energy, and he always had a heavy heart that he couldn't let go. Mao Xiang's sudden return frightened Mao Sheng again. Fortunately, after a period of contact and exchange, the two brothers have resolved the emotional gap between the two that has been frozen for many years. Even, there was an inexplicable comfort in the spirit. However, this heart disease is still on his mind, and it can't be eliminated.

Of course, Mao Sheng knew what he was afraid of all day. It is the appearance of the fire fox, and the bad luck and terrifying destruction that it will bring to him, the xylophone and the whole family. The rumors of the villagers that if they met the fire fox, they would be unlucky and mishapting, had been deeply seared into his heart. No matter day or night, especially in the middle of the night, all that is going around in his head is all bad thoughts of one kind or another. Suddenly, there is a disaster in the family, suddenly there is a disaster in the xylophone, and suddenly there will be an accident in the babies. As a result, the serious consequence of this kind of cranky thinking is that you can't eat and sleep well. His face was tired, his mind was dazed, his eyes were dark and blue, and his jawbone was collapsed. The person also lost a lot of weight.

Seeing Tian'er, Muqin persuaded him to go to the hospital to see if he had any symptoms. At the beginning, Maosheng was very stubborn, saying that it was okay, thinking that he had built roads and married Jing'er last year, and he was tired, and he would be fine in a few days. After a long time, the symptoms did not improve. Xylophone decided to take him to the hospital to see a doctor. Even, she discussed it with Jing'er and Mao Xiang. If Mao Sheng insisted on not going to the doctor, he would tie him up with a rope and carry him to the hospital. Mao Sheng couldn't stand the persuasion of his whole family, so he went to the doctor alone. He didn't trust the doctors in the town hospital, and Dr. Yao was far away in the city, so he decided to go to Yao Jinfang in the county hospital. He felt that Yao Jinfang was Dr. Yao's own baby and cub, and he would definitely get Dr. Yao's true biography. The skill of seeing a doctor must be a lot higher than others.

When he arrived at the county hospital, he found Yao Jinfang very smoothly. Of course, Yao Jinfang had to treat him wholeheartedly. He is not only a person from Xinghua Village, but also a xylophone man, especially Ye'er's new father-in-law. Because of his divorce from Ye'er, Yao Jinfang always felt that he owed the people of Xinghua Village, Ye'er, and the xylophone and sour apricots who treated him like relatives. By extension, I feel like I owe something to Maosheng.

Yao Jinfang took Mao Sheng's pulse carefully, and said that it was okay, it was caused by fright, coupled with physical weakness and overwork. As long as you don't think nonsense, your heart is enlarged, and you can rest for a few days, and the disease will be cured. In order to reassure Mao Sheng, Yao Jinfang also prescribed him a prescription that mainly regulates qi and calms the nerves.

Before leaving, Yao Jinfang led Mao Sheng to a small restaurant outside the hospital, drank a few glasses of wine with Mao Sheng, and said many warm words to comfort him.

Maosheng seems to have really let go of his heart. He happily got into the car and returned to town. When I was about to rush to the mountains, I met Lao Guotou, who was pushing a popcorn machine and looking around to find a place to do business. Mao Sheng talked to him, knowing that old Guo Tou'er was worried about where to go to popcorn. He invited Lao Guo Tou into the mountains and to Xinghua Village.

Mao Sheng said that the people in the mountains had never seen such a thing. There are many babies and babies in the village, and there is a lot of food, and business must be very good.

Lao Guo thought about it, so he made an appointment with Maosheng, and Ming'er went to Xinghua Village. If there is a big or small hemp entanglement or something, it is better to ask Maosheng to help take care of it.

Early the next morning, Lao Guo Tou came to Xinghua Village along the newly built spacious road and went straight to Maosheng's house. Mao Sheng was already old-fashioned, so he let him set up a stall in front of the village office, and also helped him shout business everywhere.

Most of the villagers have never seen such a rare scene. Put a small bowl of corn in an iron pot, mix in a little saccharin, and grill it over a charcoal fire for a short while. At a certain hour, he aimed the mouth of the jar into the wire cage, stepped on the valve with his foot, and made a loud "bang". A thick white mist rose into the air, and in the wire cage were some bursting buds as white as snow. Just a small amount of grain can burst more than ten times more. Pinch one and put it in your mouth, with a hint of sweetness. First it was crispy, then it was soft, and finally it was melted by saliva and flowed down the throat and into the stomach. Not only did the babies and cubs go crazy and tear up the adults, go to the grain hoards to dig up grain, popcorn. Even the old man and the old lady who were old and toothless were obsessed with the bowl of budding rice and rushed to the popcorn. Therefore, Lao Guotou's business is very hot, and he regrets that he is late.

In the days to come, Xinghua Village was popular for a while. I don't know who arranged it. It reads:

Xinghua Village, the mountain road is deep, and you can only see rabbits but no people;

The mother-in-law of the He family is a tiger, and the woman of the Li family is an immortal.

The daughter-in-law of the Song family had nothing to do, and led the villagers to welcome the God of Wealth.

built big roads, dug ancestral graves, lost legs and feet and complained about colored flags;

Yesterday I hid from the God of Wealth, and today I am in a hurry to pick up the rich man,

Looking forward to grabbing gold and silver the day after tomorrow, I grabbed a handful of popping flowers.

After Feng'er heard this, she couldn't cry or laugh. She went to the xylophon house and learned it from her. After hearing this, the xylophone laughed and said that there was something wrong with popping flower kernels. Lao Guo Tou is here today, and Guo Caishen will come tomorrow, and if you can't bear it the day after tomorrow, there will be a money giver who will block the door.

Maosheng also asked Lao Guo Tou to fry some popcorn. Lao Guo Tou didn't ask for his handicraft money. Mao Sheng went home, and in less than half a day's work, he made the golden leaf slip away. He had the heart to blow it up again, and he was worried that Lao Guo Tou would not accept his money, so he was embarrassed to go.

When Mao Xiang found out, he said I'll go. He came to the door of the village office with a large ladle of bud rice in his arms, and he rushed to the full moon just in time. Mao Xiang asked her to come first, and the full moon told him to blow up first, and the two of them pushed it for a long time. It was still blown up by the full moon first. In the process of popcorn, the two chatted while watching. This was the first time the two had come into contact with Raka alone, face to face.

It is safe to say that with a good impression of meeting for the first time at Sour Xing's house, the two of them were very speculative. Even, the popcorn has been fried, and the two are still chatting. It is full of new wonders in the north and south of the sea in the past few days, as well as exotic things like a paradise. After that, the two took a photo and greeted each other warmly. As long as they are not very busy, they will stop by and pull for a while. Gradually, the two seemed to have some tacit understanding. The two of them can always take pictures outside the village, and there are many opportunities to pull the croak. Slowly, there were some rumors in the village, talking about how the full moon and Mao Xiang were doing. The one who spoke the most energetically was, of course, the sour jujube mother-in-law.

The sour jujube lady spread around saying that she had met the two of them mixed together. Just outside the village, sitting head to shoulder in the grass, there was nothing to do. Some people can't believe her words, and they just think they are gossip to refresh their boredom. Some are quite sure. You think, the full moon is a widow's person, and Mao Xiang is a widow's body. Back then, even the unattainable Qin technicians from the big city could be entangled with the full moon, not to mention Mao Xiang, who was equal in frame. The so-called dry firewood meets a fire, and there is no reason why it does not catch fire and does not smoke.

In fact, the sour jujube lady did not chew the root of her tongue out of nothing. Maoxiang and the full moon really have a new situation, and they are developing steadily and solidly. The two of them were able to make such progress thanks to Mao Xiang's smooth mouth that made the rudder smooth when he saw the wind. He can always say something that warms the heart of the full moon body. When you listen to it, you will be useful, and when you think about it, you will panic. After not hearing his words for a few days, Full Moon's heart was tingling and itching. Even when I fell asleep at night, most of my dreams were scenes of chatting with Mao Xiang.

For so many years, in the huge Xinghua Village, no man has ever been so fascinated by the full moon. Technician Qin is the one who is respected and appreciated by the full moon, but he is like the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror. You can only watch from afar, and you can't get it in a moment. Although Mao Lin had a bad water in his head, he had launched a surprise attack on the full moon, but he was given a head-on blow by the full moon, who had no psychological preparation and emotional foundation. He had already shrunk his head in a frenzy, and he didn't dare to think anything about the full moon anymore. The other men in Xinghua Village either don't have the heart of a thief, or they have the heart of a thief but not the courage of a thief, or they have the heart of a thief, but they don't have a suitable opportunity. The first time Mao Xiang appeared in front of the full moon, he relied on his words like water and unheard of knowledge, and suddenly captured the full moon's mind, and he couldn't run away anymore.

The rapid development of the relationship between the two and the speed of substantive actions not only surprised the villagers, but even the two of them felt that it was too fast. The two of them involuntarily fell into it, unable to extricate themselves.

The hour when substantial progress was made was the enchanting evening when the apricot blossoms were withering and the apricot trees were just bearing fruit.

Because the village adjusts the fields, it is carried out after the autumn harvest is completed. At this time, the crops in the field are basically harvested, which is convenient for the adjustment and distribution of land. If it is late, the villagers catch up with the solar term and cultivate the winter wheat, and it will be difficult to pump the land and divide it again. Mao Xiang came too late, and he had already missed the best time to adjust the land.

In fact, it's not that there is no way at all, and Mao Xiang has to wait until autumn to distribute the fields. Zhenfu once told the xylophone that he could take out a small piece of the mobile land set aside in the village and let Mao Xiang plant it first. After the autumn, the land will be re-pumped and planned. Otherwise, he will only be able to eat your family's field grain for a year. The xylophone asked Maolin if it was feasible to do so. Mao Lin didn't know what the considerations were, so he categorically vetoed it. He said that the mobile land was contracted by each family. As soon as the harvest is over, each family will carry a lot of soil fertilizer. If these fields are pulled out again, I am afraid that the villagers will not want to. When the xylophone heard this, he no longer advocated pumping the ground for Mao Xiang alone. After Zhenfu found out, he hated the root of his teeth. He believes that Mao Lin is here for himself, and he also embarrassed the xylophone by the way, so as to vent his anger when the second phase of the road construction project was launched.

Mao Xiang was not in a hurry about this matter. It seems that he is not in a hurry to tend to his own fields, or rather, he has little interest in farming. He was just keen to help Ge Maosheng and fiddle with his family's farm work. Mao Xiang deliberately avoided Mao Sheng, and put all the land that was close to or on the side of the Full Moon family's field in the Mao Sheng family was within his scope of responsibility. He went to the field alone and worked alone, unwilling to partner with Maosheng. He said to Maosheng, that is, such a little field. You get less, I do more, and I can make up for my debts to my brother and sister-in-law and Apricot over the years. At that time, Mao Xiang's mind, only he understood, was to find as many opportunities as possible to communicate with the full moon alone. Thus, his little plan succeeded step by step.

Shigeru often appears on the hillside at the same time as the full moon working in the fields, and they can see each other's every move clearly. Working in some boundary-building fields, the two of them were busy with their farm work while talking and laughing, and at the same time enthusiastically pulling some topics of common interest to them. Mao Xiang often scribbled and perfunctorily finished the work in Maosheng's field, so he hurried to the full moon's house, and worked side by side with the full moon to carefully take care of her family's farm work. Whenever this happens, a warm current will always pour out of the heart of the full moon, and it will quickly flow throughout the body. She felt that with a pair of strong arms as a hand, she had a bottom in her heart, and she was panting comfortably, and no matter how hard and tiring the farm work was, it made people feel relaxed and happy. This kind of mood and induction is exactly what Mao Xiang tried to promote and dreamed of.

On that enchanting evening, the mountains were quiet and peaceful.

Most of the villagers have returned to their courtyards to make fires and cook. The smoke of the cooking stove followed the gentle mountain breeze, gently flowing between the rooftops and treetops of the village, wafting back and forth, but refusing to disappear and escape. The cries of chickens, dogs, geese and ducks in the village and the shouts of the villagers calling for their children and daughters were clearly transmitted through the thick twilight to the northern slope of the mountain not far from the village.

At this time, the sunset has already set into the belly of the western mountain. Then, it spit out an orange-red glow, which was painted with a gentle western sky. The four fields are shrouded in a bright hue. Except for the gentle sound of the warm evening breeze, everything is bathed in a mesmerizing mood.

Mao Xiang had already helped Full Moon shovel the last ditch and was about to call it a day. Full Moon's hand was pricked by the thorns of the thorns, and it broke into the flesh and could not be squeezed out. Mao Xiang took the initiative to step forward and help her squeeze out. Full Moon shuddered involuntarily as Shigeru grabbed her rough fingers. She controlled herself, trying to keep her fingers flat and steady.

This small move attracted Mao Xiang's attention. He looked up at the full moon, immediately fascinated by the blush on her face. Against the backdrop of the glow of the western sky, the blush is so brilliant, so gorgeous, as brilliant as jade, and as gorgeous as a rainbow. Immediately, a gaze with fireworks appeared in Mao Xiang's eyes, shooting straight into the pupils of the full moon. As if they were stuck by a strong gravitational attraction, the two of them couldn't take their eyes off it anymore.

The full moon can't resist such a naked thirsty look. She closed her eyes gently, avoiding Mao Xiang's silent pouring out and pleading.

Mao Xiang moved his severed gaze down one by one, sweeping over the bridge of the full moon's high nose, and then being glued to his lips under the bridge of his nose. Full Moon's lips twitched slightly, as if there were too many words to tell. The whole content of the story was wrapped in a gradually heavy gasp. The breath of the spurt hit Mao Xiang's face, mixed with a faint maternal smell. This breath has been drilling into his body, melting his soul and giving birth to the primordial ** that has been dormant in his body for a long time.

Shigeru boldly pressed her stubble-covered mouth against Full Moon's lips, trying to reminisce about the remnants of her long-forgotten past. He boldly poked the tip of his tongue into the full moon's fluttering lips. The full moon shook slightly as if it had been electrocuted. Then, she took the tip of Mao's tongue into her mouth fiercely and sucked it hard. The act of the full moon aroused Mao Xiang's courage and wildness even more. He responded vigorously to the full moon, reaching into the full moon's shirt unscrupulously, rubbing her pair of somewhat shriveled **. The full moon is thoroughly kneaded, softened, and kneaded. The body also fell heavily to the ground. Mao Xiang gently lowered her down in the soft furrow she had just hoeed, and covered her fit.

At this point, everything has entered a state of madness that is confused and uncontrollable. Before I knew it, the full moon's clothes were stripped to the bare skin. The white glowing skin is so real and illusory in front of Mao Xiang's eyes. It is like a fine vessel containing a fine meal, waiting for the hungry and thirsty Mao Xiang to taste the gluttony. Mao Xiang was stunned, and sacrificed his life like a hungry wolf pounced. He tore and gnawed, licked, attacked, greedy and insatiable, not giving the full moon a little room for free, leaving no scraps left. Until the twilight fades away, until the vast expanse of glow is torn into wisps and dissolves into the darkening hazy night. Two souls that have been adrift and lonely for many years suddenly stepped on the real and down-to-earth cornerstone in the vast sea of people. The two finally stopped stumbling and were about to open up a new and colorful life path.

After this long-lost life experience, the two of them got closer and closer. Although the two of them are hiding everywhere and everywhere, they want to cover it up. The inquiring eyes of the villagers accurately captured the unusual interaction between the two. Most of the villagers talked about it with relish, and felt that it was completely God's deliberate arrangement for the two to come together. The full moon has been widowed for so many years, why has he never thought of changing his route to marry, and he has to wait for Mao Xiang, who is also a widow, to come and fill in the blanks. Mao Xiang's arrival was because Xingzi returned to the village before him, and he had already set up a red line for him. Mao Xiang was looking for this red line, and only then did he return to the small mountain village where he was born. Extrapolated in this way, what match made in heaven, what thousands of miles of marriage is linked, all staged in Xinghua Village.

Maosheng xylophone and others were naturally overjoyed. The two of them helped to match this matter in a timely manner, and Tuo Xue'e went to the full moon house to propose marriage. Of course, this is redundant. However, without a matchmaker, there is a lack of the important witness of the marriage, which does not conform to the village customs and township covenant, and is not recognized by the villagers as a matter of course. Therefore, the matchmaker's mention is a necessary supplement to the missing details of the marriage between Mao Xiang and Full Moon.

Although Xue'e happily accepted this beauty difference, she did not leave immediately. She had to wait to discuss it with Mao Lin and ventilate before she acted. No matter how big or small, Xue'e has to ask Maolin's opinion. This is a family rule that the two have cultivated over the years. Unexpectedly, when Mao Lin heard this, he suddenly burst into a nameless light. He lost his temper, knocked on the table and rammed the bowl, and thought that Xue'e Dog was nosy with rats, and he was panicked when he was full and had nothing to do.

Xue'e was surprised, so she asked Maolin what was wrong. Everyone has rumored that the two of them have already gone to bed and slept in the past. Now, both of them are in a boat, and the raw rice has been cooked into cooked rice. We're just going through the motions. If we don't do it, can we ask others to do it?

Maolin is even more angry. He scolded Xue'e for being as smelly as a baby who eats, and he didn't know how to go, and he didn't call it, he had a reason not to go, and he asked so much why he was doing. Ding Ding Bang slammed down, scaring Xue'e. She thought that men must have a reason not to ask themselves to be matchmakers, and she regretted that she was born with a pig's brain and easily took on such an errand.

After hesitating, Xue'e still found the xylophone. said that he couldn't get along with the full moon, I'm afraid this matchmaker wouldn't be able to do it. Xylophone was very surprised, I don't know why Xue'e got away, but it's not easy to ask. She had no choice but to find Lan Xiang and let her go through the hard work.

Xue'e watched Lanxiang enter and exit the courtyard of the full moon and xylophone in a beautiful manner, thanking and laughing constantly, and her eyes were greedy. Xue'e's gesture of swallowing her anger and accommodating forgiveness could not extinguish the fire that had already burst out in Maolin's heart. In this way, between the two men of Maolin and Maoxiang, a shirtless battle that tore the skin and showed the foreign appearance caused by the vinegar was aroused.

The bare-handed duel between Mao Lin and Mao Xiang is something that will happen sooner or later, and there is no possibility of avoiding it.

Maolin's longing for the full moon has never been cut off in his heart. This is very different from the longing for the xylophone. The special identity and hard temperament of the xylophone made Mao Lin completely cut the heartstrings of delusion as early as after the failure of the first tentative attack that year. However, the delusional desire for the full moon was not broken by the collision of the door panel of the full moon family. After knowing that he had no hope of climbing into the big bed of the full moon house, Mao Lin swore in his heart that if I couldn't sleep with her, no one in the whole Xinghua Village would want to stick to the full moon with the slightest fishy smell. After a long time, seeing that the full moon had no intention of remarrying and continuing in the village, his heart gradually faded. Psychologically, it also tends to an inexplicable state of equilibrium. Especially so, he still can't let go of the full moon in his heart. Most of the time, when he and Xue'e are messing with the little things between husband and wife at night, the shadow of the full moon is always lingering in his head. Sometimes, I close my eyes and think, and what is holding down under me is the full moon. At this time, he missed a lot of points, poked at the crotch known as the number one in the village, and did his best to do his best. It made Xue'e want to die, the trills were endless, and the aftertaste was endless.

Gradually, with the sudden arrival of Mao Xiang, Mao Lin felt a faint uneasiness. This uneasiness comes from the gossip in the village about Mao Xiang and Full Moon. The thought that had long since subsided poked his head out again, and opened his long-closed mouth, swallowing more and more vinegar and unspeakable jealousy. The oath that had been made long ago was once again strong in the heart of Maolin. When Zhenfu proposed to give Mao Xiangxiang, he resolutely opposed it without thinking. It is not only a slap in the face to the head of Mao Xiang, who is still unaware, but also a heavy file of Zhenfuqiang's sharp spirit to get ahead, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone. As for what kind of impact his actions will have on the xylophone, Mao Lin can't care so much.

What I didn't expect was that Xylophone blatantly opened up a marriage for the two. Mao Lin, who was so jealous that he was about to go crazy, could no longer hold back the anger in his heart. He couldn't tolerate that bastard thing that slipped back like a lost dog, sleeping with the full moon in his arms all day and all night. I must give him some color to see, so that he can understand that he is a toad who wants to swallow swan meat. Finding fault and beating Mao Gong and getting out of the evil qi in his chest is the only major thing that Mao Lin has been pondering day and night in recent days.

At this time, Mao Xiang also had the idea of teaching Mao Lin a lesson. This idea was completely instigated by the full moon. As the relationship between the two continues to heat up, the collision of missing points often happens. Especially after Lan Xiang came to the door to propose, the contact between the two became open. Some unnecessary cover-ups and concealments can be saved, and they will be saved. The ** fire that the two of them have accumulated for many years has already been completely ignited by that charming evening, and burst into a sky-high fire that recklessly affects the consequences.

Sometimes, the two are in the wilderness where no one is around. Sometimes, seeing that Zhu'er was not at home, the two of them rolled to the big bed of the full moon house and performed a trick. After the omission, we should talk to each other about the hardships and hardships we have endured. Inadvertently, the full moon was like a joke, and he told Mao Xiang about Mao Lin's misbehavior back then. At that time, Mao Xiang was silent, but he remembered it deeply. At the same time, when he learned of the dishonorable role played by Mao Lin in the process of transferring land for him, he became even more angry with Mao Xiang, who was already full of blood. He decided to find the right time and the right reason to teach Maolin a lesson. not only avenges the humiliation suffered by Full Moon that year, but also supports his sister-in-law Xylophone, who is openly despised.

As a result, the exchange of fire between the two came as scheduled.

It was a light rainy day, on the edge of the Nanda River. Along the banks of the river, the cattle of the family are grazing. Maolin's family had two cows, one was the best cow in the production team at the time, and the other was a calf calf that had just been born this spring. Maolin wore a hat, a robe, a trouser leg, and was barefoot. He smoked his pouch as he slowly moved forward after the cow's buttocks.

At this time, a lingering light rain was falling unhurriedly in the sky, and the mountains in the distance were hiding in the wet rain and mist. Because of the mist raised by the rain on the mountainside, the scenery near and far is suddenly clear, and suddenly blurred and hazy. The current in the riverbed was much louder than usual, and the sound of "whooshing" water drowned out the constant noise of the four fields. The riverside is covered with green weeds, which look brighter and brighter in the drizzle. The two cows followed the grass along the shore, curling the green grass with their wide tongues, and swallowed sweetly and comfortably.

At this time, Mao Xiang came from the upstream wading through the river, carrying a fishing net in his hand. He took advantage of the rain to go down to the river to catch fish and shrimp. Not only to improve his life, but also to do what he likes to do.

When they met head-on, neither of them said hello or spoke. This is a sign that the mood is not going well, and the fire is smoking.

After staggering, before he had taken a few steps away, Mao Lin involuntarily spat a mouthful of phlegm to his heels. He shouted to the cow grazing in front of him, "You ***, where are you going?" I don't eat the fresh grass in front of me, I want to grab other people's tender grass, and I want to die.

At this time, Mao Xiang, who was highly vigilant and extremely sensitive, immediately heard the aftermath hidden in Mao Lin's cry. He stopped, turned his head to look at Maolin, and asked, Who are you talking about?

Mao Lin also stopped and looked back at Mao Xiang. He replied, "I'm talking about cow." This animal doesn't know what to do, and he steals the tender grass in people's mouths.

Mao Xiang narrowed his eyes and said sharply, don't blame Sang for scolding Huaidi to find unhappiness. The unsightly things I did, if I shake them out, I won't be able to get on the stage.

Mao Xiang's words pierced Mao Lin's black blood gushing head. He clutched his cowhide whip tightly and followed him like a bull with red eyes. He pointed at Mao Xiang and said, "Tell me, I'll shake it off today." Your little bit of stealing chickens and dogs is not even more on the stage, and you can shame your ancestors.

I didn't expect Maolin to be so brazen. Back then, the rape attempt failed, and the full moon didn't go to report him. He talked about marriage with Full Moon seriously, but he was so jealous that he stuck a stick sideways, and he hated him in turn. How can this be justified? So, Mao Xiang saw that the opportunity to teach him a lesson was in front of him. Mao Xiang no longer quarreled with him, but stepped forward. He grabbed the cowhide whip that Mao Lin was pointing at him in his hand, and pulled it hard, pulling the unsuspecting Mao Lin into the boiling river at once. Mao Xiang was so unforgiving that he immediately rode on top of him and swung his fist into a violent beating. Mao Lin also understood that the major events that he had been thinking about for many days had happened in front of him. He didn't dare to slack off, and immediately turned over and fought back forcefully.

The two of them rolled in the river like ducks, and they did not shout loudly, let alone scold angrily. It's like two bulls in a gladiatorial fight, desperately facing each other and attacking. Four old fists swung back and forth, four feet kicked and stepped around, four eyes spurted a terrifying bloody light, and four nostrils came from the thick gasps like a cow's moo.

This is a stuffy fight with no great momentum and only tragic scenes, because there is no spectator, and there is no one to persuade the fight. had to rely on their respective strengths to fight to the end, and the two of them had enough time to fight a meal. Until the two of them were exhausted and no longer had any strength.

As a result of the duel, both of them had blue noses and swollen eyes, blood flowed from the corners of their mouths and nostrils, and their bodies were as wet as loaches in the mud, and their clothes and pants were torn and torn. The two sleeves of Mao Xiang's shirt were torn off, leaving two sleek fleshy arms, as if he was wearing a waistcoat. Mao Lin's pants were torn into a gap, and his sturdy mallets were exposed. If you don't cover it with your hands, you can't see people. What's more, both of them suffered severe blows to their crotches. Of course, they understand that for a man, he first hits seven inches when he hits a snake, and he hits his crotch first when he hits a man. It's all a fatal blow, and it's a winning weapon for beating a man. So, in the process of fighting, the two tried their best to find each other's crotch, and took the time to greet each other's fists and feet.

After the fight was stopped, Mao Lin covered the crotch of his legs with one hand and the hind of his belly with the other, driving the two ploughing cattle and moving towards his home with difficulty. Mao Xiang endured the pain and washed his face in the river. He covered his crotch with his sleeves and staggered into a small mud house not far away that was used to protect the green. Make a fire, take off your clothes and pants, and bake them until they are mostly dry. Then, he forcibly went back to his brother and sister-in-law's house without incident.

At this point, this evenly matched matchup has come to an end.

When the curtain opened again, the two were no longer hiding in an unseen place, and had a duel that no one cheered for. They want to appear in full view of everyone, mobilize all their strength and all the surrounding forces that can be mobilized, and carry out a battle for supremacy.

Bad luck is approaching step by step, and it is gradually approaching in front of you. The xylophone didn't know anything about it.

In the limited time before the disaster, she was stepping up her pace, laying out the loud happy events and the big event of selling apricots in the village.

After Mao Xiang and Mao Lin duel, he returned to the xylophone house in embarrassment. Mao Sheng was surprised, and asked Mao Xiang vigorously, what was wrong, who did he fight with. Mao Xiang didn't talk about killing. He just said perfunctorily, rolling in the river by himself, and didn't fight. Such a lie can't even be deceived by Maosheng, let alone a xylophone.

Xylophone was very puzzled, but it was not good to ask in person, and his face flashed. However, she is absolutely sure that Mao Xiang has fought with someone, and it is estimated that the degree of the fight is very unusual.

The next day, the xylophone was intercepted by Xue'e on the road. Xue'e cried about the fight between Maolin and Maoxiang, saying that Maolin was beaten so much that she couldn't get out of bed, and asked Xylophone to make the decision for her. Xylophone was taken by surprise. She said that the two of them are good on weekdays, so why would they start fighting. Xue'e couldn't speak, but just cried vigorously. Xylophone hurried to her house. Sure enough, Mao Lin was lying on the bed, his face full of scars was the same as Mao Xiang's. Xylophone asked the two about the reason for the fight. Of course, Mao Lin did not dare to tell the truth. He squeaked for most of the day, just deduced that the two of them didn't agree and moved, and there was no big deal. Xylophone was puzzled. She felt that it was impossible for the two of them to fight like this, without a very sinister conflict.

Just wondering, Full Moon also intercepted the xylophone in the village and pulled her into his house. The full moon guarded the face of the xylophone, and did not hide it at all. She told the xylophone how Mao Lin had crooked thoughts about herself back then, how she made the ground bad because she was good with Mao Xiang, and how she made Mao Xiang angry. In the end, the full moon actually begged the xylophone to make decisions for her and Mao Xiang in the posture of a concubine, and she couldn't let outsiders bully her in vain.

After the xylophone understood, he was angry. She was angry at first, and the dog couldn't change the bad root of eating. I guarded a large group of mothers-in-law and baby cubs, and I ate in the bowl and looked at the plate and the pot. When is the full moon, and it's time to change your route to get married. He still has a thief's heart, and his lustful heart does not retreat, and he is not even as good as an animal. At the same time, she is also angry with the full moon and the sound of the moon. Full Moon knew that Mao Lin had been thinking about her all the time, and there had been an entanglement, so he should have straightened up at that time to stop his lustful thoughts. Even if it is never, it should be stuffed into his stomach, how can he talk to Mao Xiang, who is fiery and hot. In the world, which man is not the master of jealousy. For the sake of his own woman, he dared to stab with a knife and use a musket. Don't you know that you have lived so long on the full moon? There is also Mao Xiang, who has only been here for a few days, and before his heels are firmly rooted, he began to look for trouble and fight, stirring up uneasiness. It seems that he was born of a long bone and a relapse of the old disease. No matter how much you disguise it, you can't pretend to be for a while. The xylophone is not good at getting angry with the full moon. After all, a widow's family has lived in orphans and widows for so many years. Xylophone couldn't bear to make her sad and cry again. However, Mao Lin and Mao Xiang were unsparing. If you don't take the opportunity to give them some color, maybe you will have to make some kind of scenery in the future.

Xylophone didn't say anything, and when he left the door of the full moon house, he raised his leg and stepped into the threshold of Maolin's house again. In front of Xue'e, the xylophone put on the frame of the branch secretary and the sister-in-law of the family, and counted Maolin's seventy-three and eighty-four fiercely. Of course, she wouldn't have made it clear why the two were fighting, but the words like blades slashed at Maolin's heart. He was sweating profusely, but he couldn't squeak. Leaving behind the grizzled Maolin and the stunned Xue'e, the xylophone rushed back to his home. She blocked Mao Xiang in the pot house, and reprimanded him with a stick. Mao Xiang didn't say a word, sullenly subjected to a violent bump from his sister-in-law. In that formation, even Mao Sheng, who was standing on the side, couldn't stand it anymore, and spoke vigorously for his younger brother to intercede.

Don't you know that for the sake of your own momentary discouragement, the xylophone will swallow the bitter fruit of self-brewing again. This is something she could never have imagined.

Although the xylophone gave Mao Lin enough face and did not shake out the dirty things in his heart, Mao Lin held a grudge against her in his heart, and he wanted to strangle her to death and tear her to pieces. He said to Xue'e, see it, just moved a little thumb of her brother-in-law, and she protected herself like this. Even cares about the face of his family's relatives, can there be someone else's life in the future? Wait and see, I'm going to have to breathe this bad breath. If you don't give her some color, you won't know that Lord Ma was born with three eyes.

Mao Xiang also hated xylophone in his heart. He felt that he was indiscriminately counted by her, and he couldn't find anyone to pay for his life if he died unjustly. It's still a sister-in-law, helping outsiders to clean up their own family, it's a standard elbow to go outward and eat things inside and out. I think I still remember the events in Nanjing back then, and I took the opportunity to get angry. It's just that people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and they can only hold back. Once some of your affairs are settled, it's not too late to talk about it. If you don't ask me to live a peaceful life, no one can think of a good life.

At this time, what Xylophone was thinking in his heart was something else.

This year's apricot trees are as good as last year. This is entirely due to the hard work of the technical team led by Mao Lin day and night. As soon as the road repair project was completed, just after the Chinese New Year, Mao Lin tied a group of cubs to his trouser belt when he saw the sky, and took them wherever he went. He devoted all his energy to the management of the apricot forest, leaving no time for the cubs.

Maolin has such momentum, and he also has private thoughts. For two consecutive years, all the centrally managed apricot forests have had a good harvest. Judging from the situation of selling apricots, each family has also made a good income. Because of the road construction, the tickets with the smell of sweat in every household were all thrown onto the road by Muqin and others, and all of them became those fragrant fruits that they couldn't eat in their sleep. Now, I've finally finished this damn road. This means that this year's income from apricot fruits will be tucked into their own pockets, and there is no need to worry about the duck that is about to be cooked flying away. Therefore, Maolin, who was red-eyed by money, injected great enthusiasm and expectation into the management of apricot forest this year. Maolin's thoughts represent the thoughts of the vast majority of villagers. As a result, the villagers, who had just returned from the arduous construction site and had not yet recovered their strength, struggled with each other and regained another round of enthusiasm. The whole family, young and old, appeared in their own apricot orchard, watering and fertilizing, and carefully tending to the apricot grove that was about to bear tickets.

Even Maosheng dragged his uncomfortable body, getting up early and returning late to shuttle between the village and the apricot forest. Xylophone, of course, knew what the villagers were thinking. Seeing that the growth of the apricot grove this year is gratifying, and the flowering rate and fruit-bearing rate are also high, she is naturally happy in her heart. In the past few years, although the management of apricot forests has made unexpected gains, it is not the village people who have benefited, but the village collective. Although the wool still comes from the sheep, after all, the poor living conditions of the villagers are realistic, and the villagers are eager to grab a handful of tickets in their dreams. Therefore, the smooth sales of apricot fruits this year are directly related to the improvement of the living conditions of the villagers and the overall plan of the village's stability and unity. Xylophone did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

Seeing that the apricot fruit is about to reach the ripening stage. The area is even larger than the previous year, and the production is definitely more. With the lesson of selling apricots last year, xylophone did not dare to peddle in the city and county markets anymore. We must go out and go outside to break into the market, as Secretary Yang of the county party committee said the year before last. No, the tragic situation of selling apricots last year may be staged again this year.

Where to go to the market, this is a headache for xylophones. No matter where you go, you are unfamiliar with life. There will definitely be no more people like Secretary Yang in the county, County Magistrate Du and Qin technician in the city to come forward to help, and they can only rely on their own luck. With such a collision method, there is obviously no certainty of several layers of victory.

For this, the xylophone was restless for a long time. In the end, her eyes lit up, why not go to Nanjing. Nanjing is a metropolis, and she has lived there since she was a child. She naturally knows the living customs and eating habits of the people in the city. Not to mention that fruits are sold in summer, even on the streets in the cold winter, you can find traces of some fruits. What's more, all my relatives live in Nanjing, and most of my relatives also live in Nanjing. In this way, the social handover is naturally larger, and there are naturally more familiar people, which is a very good but has never used the developed market resources and human resources. Moreover, it has been 16 years since he abandoned his relatives to come to Xinghua Village. Visiting my parents, brothers and sisters by the way is exactly what I have dreamed of in recent years.

With this plan, Xylophone has a bottom in his heart. She negotiated with several people in the village team and divided the work. Zhenfu took a few people and ran the markets in the county and the city. Maolin took a few people and ran to the surrounding counties and towns. Xylophone was responsible for going to Nanjing to see if it could break into a big market. None of the participants in the meeting objected to the outcome of such deliberations. Mao Lin also reminded Muqin in front of the team that he should also bring my brother with him, go together, and go for a walk by the way. His words were immediately approved by the whole team, and they all said, yes, yes, it's been so many years, you should go back and have a look. The round-trip ticket will be reported in our village.

Only then did Xylophone have the idea of taking Maosheng back to Nanjing to visit relatives. She said on the spot that public and private affairs should be clearly distinguished, and one yard should be one yard. If the matter is connected, only their own travel expenses will be reimbursed, and Maosheng's ticket will be borne by himself. If you can't get in touch, you can't ask the village to reimburse your travel expenses, even if you go to your mother's house.

These words are all said clearly, and Xylophone naturally can't imagine that it will make something break the sky in the future.

In the following days, Xylophone put his mind at ease and was busy with Maosheng in the house, preparing for a trip to Nanjing.

Before leaving, xylophone has to rush to complete a big thing. It is to marry Mao Xiang and Full Moon as soon as possible.

The duel between the two made Xylophone realize that if Mao Xiang and the full moon were not picked up together as soon as possible, there would be more troubles that would follow. Not only Maolin will not give up, but just the saliva from the villagers can drown Mao Xiang and the others. Based on this idea, she decided that before returning to Nanjing, she must finish the marriage between the two.

She goes straight to Full Moon and asks for Full Moon's opinion. Full Moon didn't have anything to say, just said that he wanted to discuss it with Zhu'er, as long as he didn't object. Xylophone called Mao Sheng and Mao Xiang's brother together separately to discuss the marriage of Mao Xiang. Of course, Mao Xiang wants to do this, and he can't help it. Maosheng also felt that it was handled in this way, striking while the iron was hot, and quickly finishing the major affairs of the two of them, and going to a heart disease. Save a lot of long nights and dreams, and if there is something wrong, it will be difficult to clean up. He's just worried about the house. I was going to save up my energy this year and build a new house. If you are in such a hurry, I am afraid that the problem of housing will not be solved for a while.

Seeing that his brother was hesitant, Mao Xiang proposed, I will discuss with Full Moon that she has a ready-made house, can she settle down there. When Zhu'er gets married and marries his daughter-in-law, I will build him a new house.

Xylophone Dao, I think so too, but I don't know if the full moon and Zhu'er agree with it. If they agreed, the matter would have been settled.

Mao Sheng rubbed his hands together and said embarrassedly, if this is the case, it would be a good feeling. Go and counsel. The west courtyard was given to Jing'er to live. When Xingzi gets married and marries his daughter-in-law, I will also build him a new house.

Mao Xiang said hurriedly, looking at what my brother said, it was too outward. When Apricot has that day, I won't let you suffer. After so many years of nurturing kindness, can't you buy a house?

After the discussion was completed, Mao Xiang went to the full moon to discuss. The full moon gave him his body without hesitation, and then he gave him the fate of the rest of his life. Do you still disagree with this matter? She happily agreed.

After getting the echo of the full moon, the xylophone was still not at ease. She breathed with Sour Apricot again. After all, the dead ghost Xigui is a member of the He family, and he also left a single seedling pillar. Without the recognition of the He family represented by Sour Apricot, I am afraid that it will leave sequelae. Sour Apricot had long known what was going on between the full moon and the loud sound. Even the fact that the two slept together, he had already heard about it. The sour apricots hurriedly handled the affairs of the two of them as soon as possible, saving the villagers from chewing their tongues everywhere. Xylophone solemnly came to ask for his opinion, and he expressed his strong support. He said that this is a good thing, and it will be easy to do it sooner. If you keep dragging it out like this, you won't be good-looking to others or yourself. I also prevent any foreign appearance from coming out in the future to make the villagers laugh.

With Full Moon's reply and sour apricot attitude, Xylophone was relieved. She took her family and arranged the marriage of the two in full swing.

Both of them remarried, and they had already made a fuss about the matter, and the time was very urgent, and the preparation of the marriage was based on the principle of simplicity due to ugliness. Some etiquette routines, etc., can be saved, and they will be saved. The indispensable etiquette, such as expiration, questioning, etc., was all taken over by the temporary matchmaker Lan Xiang.

Maosheng used the wood leftover from making furniture for Jing'er, and worked overtime to build furniture such as dining tables and beddwells for Maosheng. He led Jing'er and a few cubs, and used the remaining paint to repaint the doors and windows of the Full Moon house, and painted the walls of the house with lime water. The xylophone hurriedly laid out the arrangement again, and the leader put two red futons on them, and also made a new set of new clothes for Mao Xiang and Full Moon.

During the whole preparatory process, the pillar has not been very tight, and the interest is not high. He often made excuses and hid in a hurry. Maosheng was a little worried, and said to Muqin, I don't seem to be very happy when I see that Zhu'er has an idea.

Xylophone also saw Zhu'er's lazy behavior. She mentioned it to Sour Xing and asked him to touch Zhu'er's heart. Sour apricots dare not slack off. He called Zhu'er to his house, and the two of them pulled for most of the day.

It is said that at the beginning, the conversation between the two was difficult. Sour apricot regarded herself as an elder, and talked over and over again about the hard work and sorrow of being alone at home and outside the home for many years in the full moon, until her mouth was dry and her mouth was foaming. Sitting on the opposite side of the pillar, his head drooping, he didn't say a word.

The contradictions and anguish in his heart, as an outsider's sour apricot, can also be deeply perceived and understood, but he can't explain it clearly sentence by sentence. Among them, there is not only pity for his father Xigui, but also sympathy for his mother's full moon, as well as embarrassment and anxiety about his future life situation, and rejection and vigilance for Mao Xiang due to strangeness and distrust. All kinds of confusion and anxiety were intertwined, and he was confused all day long. He didn't know how to grasp himself and give himself an accurate position.

So far, it is impossible to know how Sour Apricot did the ideological work of Zhu'er. In the end, Zhu'er still accepted the fact that her mother had changed her route and faced everything that was happening in front of her.

Sour Xing replied, it's not a big deal. The pillar is also big, and when she sees that her mother wants to change her route, it is natural to have ideas in her heart. I told him everything, what should I do about the marriage, or what should I do. As long as you explain it to Mao Xiang, you must build a new courtyard for him next year. Zhu'er is not a small child, and he has reached the age of proposing to marry a daughter-in-law. Just don't be blind now.

Mao Xiang agreed. He patted his chest and promised, in the future, I will be no different from Xingzi. Not only his new house, but also his marriage, I also arranged it.

The xylophone called Mao Xiang, the full moon and Zhu'er to the sour apricot house again, and told them one by one. After everyone's consent, a unified opinion is formed. This approach not only reassured Zhu'er, but also made Mao Xiang understand the responsibility on his shoulders. It is also important to have a reassuring witness in case there is unhappiness in the future.

It should be said that the marriage between Mao Xiang and Full Moon was handled with xylophone extremely carefully and carefully. It is also well thought out, so that the sprinkling does not leak. Not only did Mao Xiang and the full moon say nothing, but even the villagers who stood on the sidelines and watched the excitement also agreed.

Two days before Xylophone and Mao Sheng set foot on the road to Nanjing, Mao Xiang and Full Moon finally held a nondescript wedding.

Therefore, it is indecent because the marriage process of the two is extremely special, breaking all the customs and etiquette retained in the small mountain village. In the hundreds of years of Xinghua Village, I am afraid it is unique.

If it is said that the full moon remarries and Mao Xiang marries, but the new house is full moon, Mao Xiang is welcomed into the threshold of others. It's like Mao Xiang slamming the door upside down and entering the full moon house. If it is said that Mao Xiang is upside down, Mao Xiang's surname does not change, and his identity does not change. The protagonist of the marriage operation, as well as all the etiquette processes and cost inventory, including the banquet and hospitality, etc., are all presided over by the Maosheng xylophone of the Song family. This kind of unique marriage has opened the eyes of the old and young people in Xinghua Village. The villagers rushed forward and gathered in front of the door, stretching their necks to watch this rare scene.

The wedding was scheduled to take place in the morning, which was very similar to the marriage of Jing'er and Ye'er. Previously, the full moon had asked Sour Xing, saying that the two of them were married for the second time, so it had to be held next night. Sour Xing bumped her head with the xylophone and asked her opinion. Xylophone insisted on doing it in the morning. It's still the same sentence when Jing'er and Ye'er were married, what kind of first marriage and remarriage, if you want me to see, they are all newly married, so they have to be happy. Therefore, it was decided to hold the wedding at the time when the sun was just rising. For this reason, Mao Sheng also went to ask Zhenshu for advice, and asked him to check a good time. After Zhenshu learned the opinion of the xylophone, he immediately set out to check it and set an auspicious time of three quarters.

With the precedent of Jing'er and Mao Xiangye, Xinghua Village has changed its rules for a hundred years. All the happy events of remarriage were moved from the afternoon to the morning. It is the same as the young cubs who are newly married to handle the happy event, and even the process of the happy event is the same, and there is no longer any human deviation. It should be said that this is a good thing that is in line with the will of the people.

The only difference between the two is that they don't go out to greet their relatives during the full moon. A few cubs such as Jing'er and the people accompanied Mao Xiang, stepping on the auspicious hour, entered the courtyard of the full moon. The two of them symbolically performed a simple ritual and were sent to the cave room.

Next, Mao Sheng and Xylophone set up a banquet to entertain the guests. Because there is no obvious distinction between the host and the guest, there is no difference between the chairman and the guest. Xylophone set up a few tables in the east and west courtyards of his house, invited the elders of various surnames and families in the village, and drank the wedding wine together, even if the happy event of the two was completed.

Originally, the villagers wanted to see a lively scene. In this marriage where the frame of men and women is reversed, how does the full moon marry Mao Xiang, how does Mao Xiang marry into the full moon family, and how does the xylophone take care of the ending. It wasn't until the banquet that the villagers returned home disappointed. I think that there is nothing lively to see, but it is just a very normal wedding. It's not how dazzling it is, and it's not how earthy it is.

On the first night of the wedding, Zhu'er insisted on moving out of her courtyard and living in a house in a foreign company. The full moon is very unpleasant. She persuaded Zhu'er to let him live with Mao Xiang and herself. Zhu'er firmly disagreed. He said, I'd like to go out and live. The full moon had a hard time, but he couldn't say it, so he told the xylophone. Xylophone also agreed with Zhu'er's decision. She said that the baby is older and has his own thoughts and plans. As long as you two treat him warmly in the future, you won't be able to let go of your heart.

At night, the foreign bank came to the cave house with a few cubs as usual. After all, because of age and identity, I don't dare to make a big fuss. They came to the .com and sat upright, let Mao Xiang drink tea for a long time, ate a few pieces of candy, smoked a few cigarettes, and then talked nonsense in the south and north of the world, and were sent out of the house.

When Shigeru turned back to the house, the full moon had already begun to spread out the bed.

Mao Xiang plugged in the door and hugged the full moon tightly in his arms. The shaved mouth was pressed against the cheeks of the full moon, and he rubbed it boldly. The two of them no longer have to make out as fearfully as they did a few days ago. can do whatever the two of them want to do openly, including intimacy at this time.

At this time, the full moon is satisfied. The bitter days of being alone for more than ten years will be gone forever. She can raise her head again, hold her chest high, and under the support of the man's broad and strong arms, run for her own good days and moons, and live her own new life. {Oriental Fiction .com}

She complied with Mao Xiang's wishes, obediently lay down in his generous arms, and closed her eyes. Yi Ren Maoxiang unbuttoned his clothes, stripped off his clothes, boldly probed every hidden part of his body, and caress every inch of sensitive areas on his skin unscrupulously. There is unbearable heat all over the body, and there is unbearable desire rushing through the body. Slowly, the full moon became dizzy, drunk, and lethargic. Dizzy in the touch of the man's rough fingertips, intoxicated by the fumigation of the sweaty smell of the man's body, and sleeping in the man's chest full of hard muscles. She felt the sound of the storm from light to heavy, from slow to urgent, from soft to fierce, gradually like a thunderbolt flashing through her heart, the torrential rain overflowing the embankment, and the rammer hitting her soul hard.

In the waves of the ocean that floated and submerged again and again, the two of them felt a taste of rebirth. It is the rebirth of youth, the rebirth of limbs, the rebirth of days, the rebirth of desires that are about to be extinguished.

This night, for the Maeki and the full moon, is a night of rebirth.

Nanjing is the birthplace of xylophone, the place of her injury, and the place where she misses day and night. Such complex emotions, mixed and kneaded into the sensitive and vicissitudes of the woman's chest, are destined to the complex emotions and inexplicable suppressed emotions of Xylophone's trip to Nanjing.

She and Maosheng carried small bags and big bags, took a car from the town to the county seat, then transferred to a bus, bumped all the way to Jinan, and then changed to a train to go straight to Nanjing. In the fatigue of bumpy and changing cars all the way, Xylophone once again fell into the feeling of loss and depression when he left Nanjing, and could not extricate himself. She spoke very little, her spirits were low, and a few times she even came up with the idea of going home.

This kind of contradictory and inconsistent psychology is not clear even to the xylophone itself. A poem suddenly popped up in her mind, "Closer to home is more timid". What is the sentence below, I can't remember for a while. But it's absolutely familiar, and it's stuck in my throat, and I can't pronounce it. So, she lamented that the poems and books she read when she was a student had been weathered by the wind, frost, snow and rain in the mountains and wilderness of Xinghua Village for more than ten years, and finally disappeared. Several times, she laboriously mobilized the memory fragments that sank into the depths of her mind, and after several tosses, she wanted to hurt her brain. I finally remembered that this was a poem "Crossing the Han River" written by the poet Song Zhiwen in the early Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem also gushed out: "The Lingwaiyin book is broken, and the winter repeats the spring." The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone. ”

At the moment when the memory returns, the train on which the xylophone is riding is rumbling on the Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge.

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