"Brother Chen Fan, are they bullying you again?" A six- or seven-year-old girl with a ponytail helped pat the dust off an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

"Xiaoqian, it's okay, I'll just come by myself!" said ten-year-old Chen Fan to Du Qian, who was only seven years old.

"Brother Chen Fan, I know you like to eat roasted sweet potatoes the most, this time I secretly took a sweet potato out of the house, let's roast it and eat it later!" Xiao Du Qianyang said the sweet potato in his hand.

Xiao Chen Fan looked at the sweet potato in Xiao Du Qian's hand and said, "Xiao Qian, you stole the sweet potato in the house again, aren't you afraid that your Uncle Du will know?"

"It's okay, they won't notice that there's one less sweet potato. ”

"Alright then!"

“…………”

"Brother Chen Fan, what are you thinking? You are thinking so intently!" Du Qian, who came back after washing her hands, saw Chen Fan sitting there stupidly, not knowing what she was thinking, so she shouted.

"I didn't ...... I didn't think about anything!" Chen Fan, who came back to his senses, picked up Du Qian's soft and delicate hands, and began to dry them for her with the towel on the table, only to see that the originally pink hands were blistered in several places.

Chen Fan said with a sense of reproach: "Really, I said that it would be good to give me this sweet potato in the future, and I will roast it myself to eat, and now you can see that there are several blisters on your hands with soup." ”

"I know Brother Chen Fan, you like to eat roasted sweet potatoes the most, that's why I ......," said Du Qian's eyes a little red.

"I'm not blaming you, it's just that you don't care about your body so much and it hurts my heart. After touching Du Qian's lowered head, Chen Fan took out a silver needle and began to pick through the blisters in Du Qian's hands one by one, and said, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt!" Du Qian shook her head and said, "Brother Chen Fan, I heard that you cured Uncle He's son's illness just now, is it true?"

"Hmm!" Chen Fan nodded and said, "Where did you hear that?"

Du Qian said: "I just came to you on the way! I heard many people in the village talk about this. ”

"Whether the disease has been cured or not, it is not certain now, and I will not know until these three days. After Chen Fan picked up the blisters in Du Qian's hands one by one, he walked to the back room and took out a jar of black ointment, and said, "Come, let my brother put the medicine on you." ”

Seeing the jar of ointment in Chen Fan's hand, Du Qian pursed her lips and said, "Brother Chen Fan, can't you just make it look better if you are like this?"

Carefully applying the ointment in the jar to the blister that was picked on Du Qian's hand, Chen Fan said: "I also want to make this ointment look better, but I haven't developed it yet, and I'll tell you as soon as I succeed." ”

Speaking of this "Qian'er sticker", it is a kind of ointment specially developed by Chen Fan for Du Qian to roast sweet potatoes for herself.

At the beginning, it took Chen Fan a lot of effort to develop this ointment, and because it was specially prepared for Du Qian, it was named "Qian'er Sticker".

Chen Fan also made his grandfather praise for a long time because of this ointment.

The early autumn sun is soft and meek, and it is no longer as angry and intimidating as in the hot summer.

"It's so ugly!" Du Qian in the house pouted as she looked at the ointment in her hand.

Chen Fan gently patted Du Qian's head and said dotingly: "Silly girl, you don't know the effect of this ointment, when you take a bath tonight, just wash off the ointment on your hands, and it won't leave a scar." ”

"People know. Du Qian said with her little tongue out.

Putting away the ointment, Chen Fan picked up the roasted sweet potato on the table and said, "Come, let's divide it one by one, so as to reward you for your efforts today." ”

"Hmm!" Du Qian pointed to a smaller roasted sweet potato and said, "But I want this." ”

"Okay!"

Pulling out the skin of the sweet potato, a strong sweet potato fragrance wafted all over the house, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, Chen Fan said: "Xiaoqian, your roasted sweet potato technology has improved again." ”

"Of course, this roasted sweet potato took me a long time. Du Qian said proudly.

The two of them ate in the house, Du Qian's roasted sweet potato skills are really good, the ripeness is just right, and the sweet potatoes picked are the best kind, and they really taste delicious.

The wolf swallowed Chen Fan ate the sweet potato in his hand in a few clicks, leaving only the sweet potato skin in one place, looking at Du Qian next to him who was still eating little by little, Chen Fan was a little mischievous.

"Xiaoqian, you eat so slowly, let my brother help you eat some!" As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Fan plucked half of the sweet potato in Du Qian's hand and stuffed it directly into his mouth to eat.

"I hate it!" Du Qian saw this, and took a sip at the moment.

"It's still Xiaoqian's roasted sweet potatoes that are delicious, if only there were a few more. His tongue was still savoring the aroma of the roasted sweet potato just now, Chen Fan sighed.

"Brother Chen Fan, if you like it, I'll bake it for you tomorrow. Du Qian had also eliminated the sweet potato in his hand at this time.

"Don't!" Chen Fan hurriedly shook his head and said, "If you do this often, maybe Uncle Du will find out when the time comes." ”

"Brother Chen Fan, you can rest assured, it's just that there are a few sweet potatoes missing, even if Dad knows, he won't blame me much. Du Qian patted her small chest and said.

Chen Fan said: "Silly girl, this sweet potato is also the income of Uncle Du's hard work in the field, just eat it, don't do it often." ”

Chen Fan knew that Du Qian was very good to him, but in this small mountain village, everything was the fruit of the villagers' hard work, no matter how much he liked to eat this roasted sweet potato, he couldn't let Du Qian often steal the sweet potatoes at home.

Du Qian said reluctantly: "Okay, I'll take it in a few days." ”

Chen Fan smiled, and then began to clean up the sanitation on the ground, the sweet potato skin in this place, if grandpa came back and saw it later, he would definitely say it again.

Looking at Chen Fan, who had already cleaned the ground, put the broom back in place, Du Qian spoke: "Brother Chen Fan, are you going to leave when your college admission letter comes?"

"This is possible!" Chen Fan didn't care about what university he was admitted to, what he cared about was that if he really went to college, what would his grandfather do?

There is also the problem of tuition, although my grandfather is a doctor in this village, but as a doctor in this small mountain village, he can't make much money in a year.

"Brother Chen Fan, don't go, okay?" Du Qian tugged at Chen Fan's clothes, and her eyes began to turn red.

Chen Fan wiped the tears from Du Qian's eyes with his fingers, "Silly girl, don't cry, haven't I left yet?" ”

Hearing Chen Fan say this, Du Qian stopped crying and said, "Brother Chen Fan, I want to listen to your." ”

"Okay, then my brother will play a song for you, and it will be regarded as a thank you gift for giving me roasted sweet potatoes. Chen Fan took out the green bamboo flute hanging around his waist and rarely left his body, and began to play.

Speaking of this bamboo flute, it was a birthday gift given to him by his grandfather when he was ten years old, and Chen Fan also liked this green bamboo flute very much. Since then, Chen Fan has begun to learn the, and with his talent and hard work, his flute skills have now reached the master level.

The beautiful sound of the flute came from the bamboo flute played by Chen Fan, and the sound of the flute was long, long and quiet, crisp and quiet......

Du Qian on the side was also deeply fascinated by the beautiful sound of the flute, and looked at Chen Fan obsessively......