The Gobi in Ganzhou, the mountains and rocks are exposed, this is the first time for Zhong Yue to appreciate the Danxia style in the northwest.

I am accustomed to seeing the beautiful mountains and rivers of the hills in the south of the Yangtze River, and such a rugged scenery is dominated by red and yellow. Zhong Yue and Sasha sat on a tin tricycle full of sunflowers, and Sasha was chirping and screaming all the way, leaving Sasha's uncle who was driving the motorized tricycle speechless.

"Uncle, you said my father is coming back from the horse farm?"

"Well, you, go back and hurry up with your homework, I've been playing crazy with you for a day today, and I'll stay at home honestly tomorrow, and I'm not allowed to go anywhere. ”

Sasha pouted and said, "Uncle, Qiu Shan and I will help you harvest sunflowers, and you still don't appreciate it!"

"Come on. You two turtles crawl fast, playing and harvesting at the same time, how much have you harvested?"

"I don't care, anyway, when my father comes back tomorrow, I'm going to ask my father to take me to the market to buy food, by the way, he wants to eat Qiu Shan...... To eat ice cream. ”

Zhong Yue: "......"

One big and one small on the iron car, the two of them stared at each other with big eyes like mung beans.

"Come on, return Qiu Shan, Qiu Shan is mute, you can talk nonsense. It's not easy for your father to work in the horse farm, he earns less than 2,000 a month, you want this and that, and the medical expenses of Qiu Shan before......"

"Uncle!"

"Okay, okay, I'm not going to talk about it. ”

When the iron car arrived at a village with flat hills, Zhong Yue jumped out of the iron car first, and then carried Sasha off the iron car. The small villages are all the kind of red brick bungalows, such a village, Zhong Yue has not seen it for a long time, but this is the place where he is about to stay. After lying in the hospital for two years, from the doctor's mouth to be hopeless, to the later miracle, Zhong Yue relied on his willpower and ink rhyme to heal himself and barely survived.

This is the first time he has walked out of the hospital and come to this poor small village after he has recovered and been discharged from the hospital.

"Qiu Shan, come along, I'll take you to my house. ”

The uncle who was driving was holding an old-fashioned pipe and pulling a cart of sunflowers, and said, "Go ahead." ”

Zhong Yue nodded to him and followed Sasha towards the village. The village was deserted, and there were hardly any people, except for some old men and women who were too old to walk, and there was hardly any sign of young people. Fu Shasha and Zhong Yue are like walking in a castle that is so old that it is about to collapse.

Walking up the slightly inclined steps, Sasha carried a small backpack and jumped into a red-tiled house.

There was no human figure, only a hungry and skinny dog, like a dirt dog dug out of a dirt pit, pulling the rusty iron chains, and pounced on the little master with great diligence, while barking wildly at a stranger like Zhong Yue.

"Ah Hua, don't scream. He is Qiu Shan, your good brother. ”

Zhong Yue: "......"

Since his throat couldn't make a sound, Zhong Yue's silence and speechlessness became the norm.

The earth dog seemed to have been ordered by the little master, whined a few words, and then stopped making a lot of noise, wagged its tail, begged for food at the little master, rubbed its head around, and waited with some excitement.

Sasha divided a sausage into three sections, and handed over one section with some reluctance, "Qiu Shan, you eat." ”

Seeing the little girl's eyes, Zhong Yue was a little speechless, but he was embarrassed to refuse, and after a day of farm work, he was really hungry, so he took the sausage and ate it.

"Qiu Shan, I have to do my homework, otherwise my father will not let me go to the market tomorrow, you help me make a fire and boil some water." When Dad comes back from the horse farm, he will definitely have to wash his face. ”

After Zhong Yue couldn't speak in his voice, he simply got up and did things directly, and he didn't use his hands to gesticulate, he was not dumb in the first place, and he didn't bother to learn that set of sign language or something. When he was in the hospital, he also communicated with the nurses with pen and paper, and after being discharged from the hospital, Zhong Yue didn't bother to bother with the ten words and eight unknown cultural levels of Sasha.

Although Zhong Yue has stopped doing these jobs in the past few years, it doesn't mean that Zhong Yue has forgotten, he is still very skilled in lighting a fire with some dry grass and then adding firewood.

"Hills!"

Zhong Yue added firewood, sat on the pot with water, and walked over. Seeing Sasha holding a pen under the incandescent lamp, she looked puzzled.

"Come here, teach me, I don't know how to do this arithmetic problem. ”

Before in the hospital, when Sasha came over, she learned that Zhong Yue would take cultural classes, and she always pestered Zhong Yue and asked him to teach homework, so now if you can't do it, you have to find Zhong Yue.

Zhong Yue ripped through the draft book.

Sasha said a little stingy, "Use the one you used before." ”

“……”

He wrote down the formula for the one-dimensional equation of the elementary school math Olympiad problem on a piece of paper, and then wrote down a very simple analysis on the side, trying to avoid asking Sasha any more questions, and then continued back to the stove.

Sasha's uncle said in the car before that he would go to his house for dinner, and in fact, Sasha used to come back and eat and live at his uncle's house. In the past two years, he has slowly come out of the shadows from despair, and finally knows how strong Huang Youwei was at the beginning, so that she could survive alone in the shadow of death.

While the fire was burning, Zhong Yue used ink rhyme to nourish the withered meridians in his body, which was his daily homework, and now it was much better than when his muscles were completely atrophied.

"Sasha. ”

"Dad!" Sasha, who was still doing her homework, heard the familiar shouts outside, and immediately put down her pen and ran out of the house.

Zhong Yue looked up, stirred the firewood, and the water he had sat on was almost boiling.

"Where's Qiushan?"

"In the stove. ”

"You girl, your Brother Qiu Shan was burned, and you still let him stay in the stove!"

Sasha put her arms around the middle-aged man's neck, "Did Dad say that Brother Qiu Shan is the son of the God of Fire?"

Zhong Yue stood in front of the father and daughter and nodded at Fu Guoqiang.

"Go and go, do your homework. I'll have something to say to you, Brother Qiushan. ”

"Dad, go to the market tomorrow, remember to take me. ”

"What are you taking you for? Didn't I take you there last month?"

"I'm going. ”

Fu Guoqiang looked at his coquettish daughter who kept his thighs, and touched his head dotingly, "Okay, finish your homework, otherwise don't talk about it." ”

"Good. The little girl hurried back to the incandescent lamp to do her homework.

"Qiushan, you sit. These are anti-inflammatory drugs, the doctor said, although your amazing resilience does not seem to make the wound infected, but you still have to take some anti-inflammatory drugs, otherwise with your current immunity, you may get sick once you have a bacterial infection. ”

Zhong Yue took the small bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine without any words, this kind of medicine, it is estimated that it was directly packaged from those cheap big pharmaceutical factories and stuffed into his pocket, he didn't need these, but he didn't want to explain it to Fu Guoqiang, and now he couldn't explain it.

"Good news for you. Your painting, I showed it to the director of the racecourse, and he said that you can go to the magazine as an illustrator, and his wife is the editor-in-chief of the magazine, and it has been negotiated, if you can, the monthly salary is 3,500 yuan, which is more than what I earn from washing horses in the racecourse. ”

Zhong Yue smiled and nodded slightly at Fu Guoqiang in thanks.

Fu Guoqiang slapped his leg and said with a smile: "From now on, I will call you a painter Qiu Shan." ”