"What's going on?"

Seeing that his wife appeared at the door weakly, Xiahou Zhong hurriedly poured a glass of water for her, and it was estimated that he drank it on a long and low note. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info calmed down, Xu Fanghua scolded: "It's not Susan's fox spirit yet." ”

After listening to the ins and outs, Xiahou Zhong said angrily: "It's not that you asked for it, why are you scolding her in a good way." ”

"I'm fighting for your son, bringing your grandson and other men to look at each other, you can stand it, I can't stand it. Sure enough, foreign women are just unreliable. ”

"None of your daughters-in-law are reliable, marrying and running. ”

Silenced, the couple silently cleaned up the humble home and cooked for their grandson. They have a deeper understanding and more understanding of human feelings. Although life has given them endless pain, they have not given up. They don't have endless wealth, extensive connections, or illustrious family backgrounds. But they passed on the tenacity and optimism of rural people to future generations, even if they are old, even if they have nothing, they firmly believe that there is hope when people live.

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"Dad, eat!"

Song Yuqing, who was on the side, carefully sandwiched a piece of meat, gave it to Song Wen, and said, "Leave him alone." ”

In the village, people always have an admiring look and a friendly tone for their father. When you look at yourself, you can't say how much you love and how you can't say how much you love. But here, although there is more family affection, there is also less harmony.

"Dad doesn't eat it, and Wen'er doesn't eat it either. ”

Song Wen put down his chopsticks, clasped his hands, and looked at Xia Liu opposite angrily. No matter how my grandparents coaxed me and my mother persuaded me, I still didn't move.

"Dad, let's go home! ”

Song Qishan blew his beard angrily and glared, and said, "What do you want to play, grandpa will accompany you." ”

"I want to bungee jump, I want to do boxing, I want to catch wild boars, catch fish. ”

"Wasn't you scared before?"

"I'm not a mother, I'm not afraid. Grandpa was a coward. ”

Song Yuqing rewarded Song Wen with a slap of chopsticks and said, "No big or small, what about the manners I teach you?"

"Mom, you beat me, you beat me?"

Song Wen shed tears aggrievedly, got up and took his father's hand, and Xia Liu, who was not in the mood to stay, followed him out of the door.

"What son did you teach? After four years of teaching, it is better to take Xia Liudao for a few months. ”

Her father's reprimand made Song Yuqing silent, she knew that maybe her education method really couldn't catch up with Xia Liu. When Song Wen was with him, although he was obedient, he lacked some childish liveliness, like a tiger with lost teeth, soft, and had no interest in the people and things around him. In addition to playing with the Xia Xi brothers, it was a little more fun. Everything is arranged by themselves, children have no enthusiasm and no opinions, and when they encounter things, their first thought is not to solve the problem, but to escape. Just like the tragedy many years ago, if you learn to be rich and five cars, you will only be eight buckets high, and you will not end up miserable.

A few months ago, when Song Wen went to the amusement park, his hands would never leave his mother, and when he rode a wooden horse, if his mother was not with him, he would always cry and shout. For what he doesn't know, he never dares to touch .......

"Wen'er, if one day, father and mother are not together, will you be sad?"

Song Wen whispered, "Have you ever been together?"

"I'll take you to ride tomorrow, do you dare to go?"

Song Wen looked at his father dissatisfied, and said, "I don't want to ride a wooden horse, it's a child's play, Wen'er is not a child." ”

"I'm talking about a real horse, the one in your grandfather Wei's house, but where I took you, the horse is very wild, do you dare to go?"

Song Wen said in disbelief: "Zhenma, what is there to dare." ”

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"The old rule, you wash the vegetables, I cook. ”

Early in the morning, the father and son got up early, wore felt hats, leather coats and riding boots, and drove to Fengxiang, because this place is a paradise for people, there is a grassland where "the sky is vast, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the grass to see cattle and sheep".

According to the locals, the endless grassland here used to be endless, especially in July, when the wind stirred the grass, like a wave of wheat, to one side, making a rustling sound, cheering for the herds of animals. The blue sky, fluttering with white clouds, it is like a sheep, like a wild horse, flowing in the sky. The hot weather makes the listless animals run to the lake and drink the sweet water of the lake. When you have your fill, lie lazily on the ground. And their owners were drinking wine in a tent not far away, quietly watching them to see if they were singing loudly. It forms a picture with white clouds staying in the sky, quiet lakes, and lazy animals.

However, with unbridled farming, the degraded grasslands cannot support the hundreds of herders and the countless herds of cattle, sheep and horses. I had to develop into tourism, and in six or seven years, the grassland here was a lot more lush, with shrubs growing luxuriantly everywhere, and galloping horses and horse trainers appeared on the grassland from time to time.

"Mom, are you here?"

When he came to the racecourse, Song Wen happily ran to his mother's side and hugged her excitedly, obviously forgetting yesterday's unhappiness.

"You have informed me, can I not come? Wen'er, this is your Aunt Xuan, Aunt Yue, and Aunt Wanjun. ”

Song Wen made a gentleman's etiquette and said, "Hello aunts." ”

"Giggles, Wen'er is so polite. When you first met us, you were hiding in your mother's arms. ”

"I'm so old in a flash, and I'm still a handsome guy. ”

"Wen'er, are you good at being your aunt's son-in-law?"

Song Wen has a lot of experience in this kind of joke, and when he was in the southeast, the aunts at home often used this tone to talk to him. However, they are not as beautiful as these aunts.

"Well, I don't want it if my mother isn't pretty. ”

Hua Yue said speechlessly: "Stinky boy, people are small and big. I don't feel comfortable handing over my daughter to you. ”

After a while, Xia Liu led two horses to the girls, looked at Chen Xuan in surprise, and said with a smile: "Where in life don't we meet, I didn't expect us to meet again." ”

Chen Xuan was a little surprised, she didn't expect that after six years, she would be able to see the old people she met again, but she already had her own family, and the longing of the past had long since dissipated.

"Me too, you're alone?"

Soon, Chen Xuan dispelled his doubts, and saw Song Wen walk over, declare his sovereignty, and say, "This is my father." ”

After saying hello, Xia Liu carefully told Song Wen and taught him to get on the horse, and the curious Song Wen promised to nod his head, but there was joy in his eyes.

"You know?

Song Yuqing looked at the two puzzled daughters and said with a smile: "He is the one Xuan'er never forgets, and of course, he is also my ex-husband." ”

"What?"

"This?"

After talking to the girls for a long time, the surprise on their faces subsided a lot, Song Yuqing walked to Song Wen's side with relief, turned her head away, and said to Xia Liu, who was tidying up the saddle: "Why are you leading two horses?"

Xia Liu spread his hands helplessly and said, "Your son wants to ride, what can I do?"

Song Yuqing's face turned cold, and she refused: "No, it's too dangerous." ”

"He would have been able to ride for a long time, on the ridge, as soon as he took a vertical step, he jumped up, grabbed the horse's mane, and ran for more than ten miles without being fine, what are you afraid of?"

"Mom, don't worry, Wen'er is riding well. ”

Song Wen got on the horse familiarly, called his father, and left. Leaving a messy group of girls, Li Wanjun, who was in disbelief, exclaimed, "Oh my God! A six-year-old child, you actually let him do such a dangerous action?"