At this moment, no one noticed that an old man in sackcloth appeared from the end of the country road, his hair was gray, he wore a meridian bun, and a wooden hairpin was inserted obliquely, the old man's face was round, there were not many wrinkles, a red nose, and a short gray beard underneath.

He was barefoot and walked a little floaty. On the left side, he carried a gourd on his waist, beat it with his right hand, closed his eyes slightly, and hummed a minor tune.

The old man looked at the hot figures in the field, and the men all had short hair, shirtless, shorts and bare feet.

He staggered to the melon field.

Look at the east, look at the west, and bend down to knock on the melon, look at the melon pattern, touch the melon navel, pick for a long time, satisfied with a melon of about six or seven pounds, is looking up to find the master's house.

A little boy with a runny nose shouted "Mother, mother, he stole our melons." ”

The old man scratched his head in embarrassment, hey! That's right, it's stealing if you don't tell him. A young man with a turban

The woman raised her head and glared at the child, "Don't be nonsense, when did the old man say that he took it for nothing?"

Come on.

The old man said, "I have money, I have money," and said that he took out a handful of copper coins and gave them to the woman. The woman didn't answer, and some of them wondered, "We don't want to do this......"

Only then did the old man remember that in the land of Qi State, it was indeed a little embarrassing to take out Chu Yuan. "That's it, the old man has a book here, so be a melon."

Books are good things, no matter what the content, as long as it is a book, it is the hard currency of this world, the woman was overjoyed, and hurriedly took it, and saw that the book was full of ink words, although she didn't know one, but she was still happy to close her mouth, she called out to the man who was picking melons, to pick a few more for the old gentleman.

"No, no, I can't take more, one is enough to eat. ”

The old man staggered out of the melon field, ignoring the mud on his feet.

He found a boxwood, leaned against the root, sat on the grass with his legs apart, put the melon on the turf in the middle, and struck it with his fist. Divide the two halves, break them and gnaw them, without any manners.

The bright red sweet juice ran down his fingers, dripping onto the grass leaves, splashing the flowers. It flowed down the corners of his mouth, shook on his gray beard, and reluctantly fell into the dust.

The old man squirmed his mouth, spit out a dozen or so dark and plump watermelon seeds, and in a short time wiped out half of the melon.

He rubbed his hands on the hem of his clothes, untied the gourd around his waist, poured two large sips of wine, and breathed a long sigh of relief, "Watermelon with wine, the more you drink, the more you have."

He got up and picked up half of the uneaten melon, and instead of cleaning up the mess at the root of the tree, he glanced at the people who were bent over and busy in the distance, the children running in the melon fields, and the women who scolded from time to time, and sighed, "How can you tolerate that group of garbage destroying this world!"

The sloppy old man walked all the way to the village, almost all the people in Gua Town were in the melon fields on the river beach, he swept his eyes over all the people he could see, shook his head, and took a sip of wine. Continuing to walk towards the village, I naturally met Cheng who returned from morning exercise.

With just one glance, the old man froze.

Cheng had an empty stomach at the moment, and his head was a little dizzy, and he didn't notice an old man with a gourd behind him at first.

The few walked in front, the old ones in the back, Cheng Zhuo pulled the old cloth shoes, and walked on the solid loess road, and on both sides of the road were the earthen courtyard walls of the residents of Gua Town.

Occasionally, a few sparse wildflowers and a few sturdy dog-tailed grasses grew in the corner.

Cheng dragged a dog's tail grass and held it in his mouth, the thin green stem was stuffed between his teeth, he swallowed the grass stem, and the smell of grass permeated his mouth.

He didn't know what he thought, and slowly opened his ears back, the corners of his mouth began to rise, and he laughed inexplicably.

In front of him was Chaimen, and Cheng turned back suspiciously, "What are you doing with me?" ”

"Begging for a drink?"

"It's a lame reason," Cheng unabashedly looked at the half melon in his hand, as well as the heavy gourd on his waist.

"Hahaha," the old man's beard trembled, "I'm going to borrow it for a few days." ”

He said I wanted, not I thought.

Cheng didn't refuse, just asked, "Why my family?"

"Why can't it be your house?"

The ......" young man's frowning look was very contradictory, and the soft cheek line and the Sichuan character eyebrows on his forehead clashed on the delicate Cheng's face, and appeared without reservation.

One more person and more pairs of chopsticks, it's not about talking!

"Because I saw you. "He has an indescribable ease.

Cheng thought about it for a while, maybe he wouldn't be able to stay for a few days. And for this kind of thing, it is okay to be happy.

The old man looked at the dilapidated but neat thatched house, "Uncle, you live in this room, this is my room, I don't need to cover it in summer, I'll change the mat for you, there is a thin cotton blanket in the cabinet, you can take it yourself when it's cold at night."

Cheng wrapped the mat on his bed and walked to the room on the right where Yue Yu was vacant.

Cheng lay on the bed, his hands behind his head, his legs crossed, his big toe dangling in the air as his calf trembled. The eyes are blank, and the fugue is too empty.

"Boy, do you have dinner at noon" I don't know how long it took, Cheng was woken up by the old man's loud voice, and he came back to his senses from the review with some regret.

The small courtyard in midsummer was a little hot and dry, mixed with the water vapor from the commercial water, and after a while, I was covered in sweat.

Cheng dug up a scoop of white noodles with an old clay pot, hesitated, and mixed half a scoop of sorghum noodles into it.

Mix the dough, roll the dough, cut the strips, and do it in one go. It was the sweaty and serious appearance of a thin teenager.

Burning an earthen stove in summer is a very painful thing, and the flame rises from the bottom of the stove and licks the bottom of the dark pot.

The temperature around him began to rise, Cheng wiped his sweat, covered the pot, went to the small vegetable field in the yard to pull a handful of greens, picked up a shallot, and after a while the water began to boil......

The old man looked at the noodles on the table that had no oil splashes at all, and pouted.

A pair of bamboo chopsticks in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he slowly and solemnly lifted the chopsticks. Still hesitated for a moment and looked up. There was already an empty bowl in front of him, and the young man on the stool and the yellow dog with a long tongue squatting on the edge of the table were all looking at him.

"This ...... That's the only one?"

Ahh"Usually I have half a scoop of sorghum noodles and a quarter of a scoop of white noodles! Old man, don't be ignorant, let you borrow it, and let you eat it, I have made a great determination." ”

He looked at the old man's disgusted expression, and became angry for a while, and even the word "old man" was unconsciously replaced by the old man.

Cooking in the hot weather at noon is a very uncomfortable thing, "I love to eat or not, I don't eat to feed the dog!" This is not just talking, the yellow dog has flowed out.

When the old man saw him on fire, he instantly smiled, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'll eat, I'll eat"

He slowly picked up a noodle, raised his eyes and glanced at Cheng, who had an unkind face, and smiled. Quickly put it in your mouth.

After a while, he spit out the noodle, and then smiled at Cheng with a gloomy face, "I'm getting old, my sense of taste has deteriorated, and I can't even eat a little salt." ”

"I'll take another bite, I'll take another bite! I have to let the old man have a process of adaptation. ”

He picked up another one, slowly put it into his mouth, and finally sucked it in, began to chew, then pulled out the gourd around his waist and poured a large sip of wine.

He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Is there any meat......?"

Cheng was already expressionless, he picked up the old man's rice bowl, poured half of it into his own bowl, and poured the rest of the noodles into the dog bowl. For a while, people and dogs snorted and ate.

After eating, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and then said to the old man, "You can go." ”

"Hey, hey, little brother, don't worry, I just haven't eaten coarse grains for too many years, and I'm a little uncomfortable. The old man has been eating meat all his life, and it is really, really difficult to eat these. ”

"I can't afford to entertain here. ”

"No, no, I'll take care of my own food in the future, just give an eaves to shelter from the rain, it's really not good, I live in a firewood shed, I live in a firewood shed!"

Cheng finally stopped talking, he cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, ignored the old man, and went straight to the ground.