During these days, the sour apricots have been more comfortable. For several months, all the depression that had been suffocated in my stomach was completely released. He walked around in circles in his courtyard, and he also made a rare move to pick up here and there, fiddling with that, like a full-time cadre who had returned to his hometown and returned to the village to relieve his armor and return to the field.

The sour apricot woman was busy in the pot house, boiling water and picking vegetables, washing pots and pans, and was so busy. Ye'er has come out of the full moon. Today, she is going back to her parents' house with her baby for a few days. Yao Jinfang also came back with the same group to visit relatives.

Yesterday, Sour Xing went to the commune hospital to visit Ye'er. When he learned that Ye'er's family was going to stay at home for a few days, he was so happy that he didn't bother to go to the town to do errands, so he immediately rushed back and told his woman the news. The sour apricot woman immediately took action, cleaning the house, drying the bedding, and tidying up the tables and stools. and told Sour Xing to kill a big hen immediately and leave it for Ye Er and Yao Jinfang to come back and eat it.

Sour Xing also deliberately took out a bottle of Yanghe Daqu wine under the bed and wiped it over and over again with a rag. This wine was secretly bought by him when he went to Jiangsu to study in his early years. Originally, there were two bottles, one bottle was drunk when the xylophone said goodbye to the second brother's sour jujube, and only this bottle remained. He hid under the bedside like a baby, and was reluctant to drink. Sometimes when I think about it, I feel it out and look carefully at the text description on the bottle. After a long time, I have memorized the small characters on it. He tried to open the cap several times, but finally held back. He felt that drinking it himself would be a waste. Such a good wine should be drunk by people who have the body and the occasion to deserve it, so that the wine can be regarded as making the best use of its talents. The bottle of wine that was drunk was to thank the xylophone for his hard work to start a family for the sour jujube. That bottle of wine is used in the right place, just like good steel is used on the blade, and it is worth the money. Wiping the remaining bottle of wine, Sour Apricot couldn't help but think of the bottle of wine that had been drunk, and naturally thought of the xylophone. His mind fluttered suddenly, slightly dull, slightly clogged.

It's really an unthinkable result in the sky, and I have gotten to such an incompatible point with the xylophone. When I think about it, it's like a dream. When I woke up from a dream, I was already a world away.

He misses the time when he worked hand in hand with the xylophone to manage the major affairs of the village team. He is the coach, and the xylophone is the staff officer. He moves roughly, and the xylophone makes thin. There was never anything that stumped him, and there was nothing he couldn't do. The two of them are like two generals, and they cooperate like their own left and right palms. Turning over the clouds and raining on the palms, Xinghua Village will be brought out of the backward circle that has always been unknown step by step. Who knows, there are unpredictable storms in the sky, and there are good and bad fortunes on the earth. The two of them turned against each other when they said they turned their faces, and they turned their faces when they said they turned their faces, and there was no room for even a little regression and reconciliation with each other. This made Sour Apricot very sad and puzzled.

He often reflects on how every process and every link between himself and the xylophone has contributed to the embarrassing situation he is in step by step. However, my mind was confused, chaotic, and unclear. At times, he was full of resentment towards the xylophone. Sometimes, there is some guilt. What is he resenting and guilty, he can't understand it for a while. Especially this time to take the lead to prevent the centralized management of Xinglin, he can't figure out whether he is doing the right thing or wrong by ruthlessly dismantling the xylophone table. Is it a rational action that takes the overall situation into account, or is it for the purpose of venting personal hatred in a momentary excitement.

For days, these thoughts had been hanging around in his head, making him unable to eat or sleep. Fortunately, his daughter and son-in-law are coming to visit today, and he forced himself to temporarily put aside these disturbing thoughts, and drank a few glasses with Yao Jinfang to go to his troubles. Thinking that Ye'er would have to stay at home for a few days, especially the pleasing appearance of her little granddaughter Jin Ye, Sour Apricot's heart was as sweet as honey.