"A thousand cups of grace, ten years of dance, this is going to travel all over the world. Wang Ming read this sentence smoothly again.

looked at Kang Yi with a wry smile, this secretive man, handsome and fair-skinned like a woman, but also feminine and handsome not girly, this kind of ingenious and delicate appearance made Wang Ming a little defeated.

Kang Yi ignored his scrutiny, and even pretended to be casual, smoking his cigarette lightly, so calm that he couldn't feel the excessive suspicion in his heart.

When I entered the village, the desertion of the busy farming season, to the dodging eyes of Wang Ming and his wife, every detail, every micro-expression, was revealing weirdness.

And what exactly is this answer?

is still waiting for Kang Yi to reveal.

Is the cracked code on their husband and wife?

Kang Yi is not sure at this time.

At this time, he could only pretend to ignore or be relaxed, so that the kind couple could also relax their vigilance and truly reveal the hidden things in their hearts.

"Uncle Wang likes this sentence?" Kang Yi smiled lightly, but it was just right, so that you couldn't feel his politeness and perfunctory.

Asking questions lightly, with just the right emotional expression, I don't feel any false clichés, and I always feel that every word Kang Yi says is very appropriate.

"Do you think these businessmen will cheat, smoke when they smoke, and write poems and songs, and write crepe, blame the high-minded. Wang Ming sneered and mocked.

For the farmers at the bottom, who are still struggling with food and clothing, if you want them to change their thinking and tell them that this is a marketing method and a marketing strategy, then it really responds to the sentence: play the piano to the cow.

Insight distinguishes not only the difference in knowledge, but also the difference in pattern.

A puff of curling white smoke came out of his nostrils, Kang Yi looked at Wang Ming very comfortably, this rough old face with traces of time has been wiped out by life, and only the stubborn eyes are still fighting against life.

Seeing Kang Yi's gentle smile, Wang Ming reluctantly took another puff, spit out the smoke contentedly, and stared at the scarlet spark slowly dying out of the last trace of smoke.

"Or are we smoking dry cigarettes, why don't you taste it too?" Wang Ming handed the cigarette holder from his hand and asked sincerely.

This bamboo chimney is the same as his owner, the green green has faded to his proper color, has become dark yellow and old-fashioned, the cigarette holder is often splashed with chimney water without paying attention to cleaning, has been applied a thick layer of water stains.

The cigarette pipe intake has been covered with a layer of traces of years of use, blackened!

A bout of nausea.

How can Kang Yi get his mouth?

Just smiled lightly, and appropriately rejected Wang Ming's kindness.

"Uncle Wang, aren't you busy with farming these days? The crops are finished?" Kang Yi sat on the threshold very down-to-earth, learning the posture of rural people to naturally shorten the distance between them.

When the question is thrown, Yu Guang glances at the man next to him from time to time, this is the first tentative question, and it is the first question that is close to the set.

"Gurgle!" the water of the chimney is constantly tumbling in the chimney, and this cheerfulness with a sense of pleasure makes the smoker more excited and satisfied.

The face buried in the mouth of the chimney did not raise its head from the moment it heard the question, and remained sunk in the chimney, and the yellowed side face became even darker.

The simple family routine seems to carry some kind of ulterior secret, and there is no news as if the stone is sinking into the sea, just like throwing a stone into the sea, and even the sound of falling into the water is swallowed by the sea.

"Uncle Wang, how is the family's harvest this year?, can there be any left?" Kang Yi didn't wait for a reply, and the second question was thrown.

His deep eyes tilted his head slightly, he glanced at the empty environment of the courtyard, turned his head to look at the narrow kitchen in distress, and lowered his head sadly, waiting for the man's answer.

Remainder?

How can it be?

This kind of village is so closed that there is no road, all the materials are self-sufficient, what is the use of the leftover?

They don't know anything about the outside world, what they need? They don't understand it, they don't know it.

They also want to get out and see, and they also want to live the good life they imagined.

Perhaps, in their eyes, a good life is one in which they can have meat to eat, their clothes are gorgeously dressed, and their hair is smooth at all times.

For men, they may also want to have a young and beautiful daughter-in-law, who can not only act as a façade, but also be pleasing to the eye, so why not?

"Grunt!" The jubilant sound of the chimney interrupted Kang Yi's embarrassment, these questions were so simple that every farmer was familiar with them, and why didn't Wang Ming answer?

The heavy head had been lowered, with no intention of lifting it up.

It's so weird!

Why don't you want to answer?

Kang Yi rehearsed countless possibilities in his heart, but he couldn't guess the mystery.

It's dawn, it's only dawn, go out and step on the spot, and see if you can find any hidden secrets.

"Uncle Wang, smoke less, it's too strong, and your throat will be uncomfortable if you smoke too much. Kang Yi said lightly with concern.

Wang Ming took a deep breath, raised his head with satisfaction, looked at the young and handsome man in front of him, and said lightly: "You say that you people in the city are really Sven, and your kind of smoke has no taste, what's the point of smoking? ”

Kang Yi smiled and said nothing, seeing that the lights in the main house were extinguished, the whole courtyard was completely dark, hoes and other farm tools became blurry and gloomy under the bright moonlight, and the whole village was full of a thick dullness, and there was no sound of chickens and dogs barking?

The restlessness of the village at night is peaceful.

"Uncle Wang, how old is the child?" Kang Yi leaned against the door frame, squinting lazily, looking ahead, his eyes as keen as a falcon hid its edge, showing distress and unintentionality, and asked casually.

But when he heard the word child, Wang Ming's action of pretending to be serious about smoking suddenly stopped, the expression on his face was stiff, and he took a puff with a wry smile, Xingliang's fireworks had all been swallowed by the cigarette holder, and he still continued to inhale deeply without giving up.

This time I sucked harder, sucked harder, buried my head deeper, and was even more reluctant to lift up.

After a long few seconds, Wang Ming raised his head, his face was gloomy, his old yellow eyes were full of sorrow and looked into the distance, slowly stood up, put the cigarette holder in the corner, took out a cigarette from his bag, lit it skillfully, watched the fireworks slowly burn out, and finally closed his eyes, like contemplation, but also like reflection.

Maybe this question touched a man's sore spot, and he didn't dare to say it, nor did he want to say it, let alone how to say it to an outsider.

Children, this was originally a very light-hearted and happy topic, but in the eyes of this couple, it seemed to have a deeper meaning.

This is the bond of happiness in a family, the bridge between two strangers, and the appearance of a woman's love for a man.

Wang Ming's daughter-in-law's vague expression, the subtle movements of hugging the child worriedly, and Wang Ming's actions of enduring the displeasure in his heart and smoking violently, these subtle expressions always make people suspicious and even feel weird.