The little girl looked very similar to Xiaolan. In this case, it is almost impossible to know that this child must be Xiaolan's daughter without asking.

Now that Xiaolan is married and has children, what are she still doing here. I thought it was time for me to go, but I didn't give up and looked at the house with a lot of nostalgia.

Just as he was about to turn back, a familiar voice wanted to sound: "xx (I forgot the girl's name), come back quickly!" Then Lan walked out of the room. I hurriedly lowered my head, my face flushed.

By the time I looked up, the little orchid and the little girl were long gone. It can be seen that Xiaolan probably didn't see me. Thinking of this, my "thump" heart regained its calm.

At this point, I was really going to go. However, it's already here, so I have to ask who Xiaolan is married to. So, I turned around and followed the road west.

As soon as I walked a short distance, I saw a middle-aged man who was not very tall, and I explained to him my relationship with Xiaolan and asked him about Xiaolan's current situation.

The man said, "She married a Shangqiu, and said that it was the boy who came to her house upside down." "What are they doing now?" "The two (referring to Xiaolan and her father) farm, and the son-in-law drives a tricycle to pull people." When the middle-aged man said this, it brought back memories for me.

I remember when Xiaolan and her father first came to my house, Xiaolan's father planned the future for the two of us. The "future" is roughly like this: return the money that Xiaolan bought to buy a job, buy a tricycle and pull people between Yingzhuang and Luying.

That's what I thought, if it weren't for me, a loser, who ruined my marriage with Xiaolan and the two of us came together, then maybe I would have really driven a tricycle to pull people. So, when I drive a tricycle, do I think of literature?

It was late when I came back from Xiaolan's house. Even so, I didn't feel sleepy at all. From time to time, I saw the scene of Xiaolan taking me on a bicycle and the scene of her making out with her current husband. All this is a torture for me!

The New Year will be over in a few days. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, most people happily go to other people's homes to pay New Year's greetings, but I am like a snail in the house and refuse to go out. Why? I don't have a face to see people.

After the Chinese New Year, Yunzhi's godson Yufang came to my house to look for me and wanted me to go with him to work in the Beijing construction team. He didn't know when he had contracted a little bit of work from his boss, so he wanted to win over people. But I said I didn't want to go, and he left.

Although he doesn't have a wife, he still has to live day by day. However, you can't live like this, you can't be poor like this, you have to find a way to change the poor face of your family. Do you know what bad idea I have in mind?

Scientific farming. To be honest, my family had as much land as my eldest brother's family at that time, but the annual crop yield was always not as good as his. Why? My parents didn't know how to farm scientifically and apply fertilizer reasonably.

Why does the eldest brother know how to farm scientifically? Reading. Will he see himself? That's when I thought of Xinhua Bookstore.

Actually, I was 24 years old at the time, and although my father was in charge of the house, he would sometimes give me the money to go to the market. I tried to save as much as I could, and I really saved a lot of money after a few days. One day, I rode my bicycle to the Xinhua bookstore in the county seat, and after careful selection, I bought a few books.

Among them, there are two or three books about growing cotton, and one is about growing watermelons. I heard from my father that when my grandfather was younger, he used to be an expert at growing watermelons in our production team, and the watermelons he grew were big and sweet, and they were very well received by people.

My grandfather was so capable, why can't I carry on his fine traditions? It was with this idea in mind that I bought the book on growing watermelons.

When I came back, I read that book day and night. Sometimes I have nothing to do, and I use a diary to copy down those important things and classify them. After researching for a while, I discussed with my father that I wanted to leave a piece of spring land for planting watermelons next year.

But my father objected to my approach. Since we had a fight last time, I don't want to quarrel with him again. But I was interested in finding a place to put to good use what I had learned from that book.

Finally, one day, the opportunity came. In rural areas, there are usually two seasons when they are the most idle: one is winter and the other is spring. People usually have a few things to do when they have nothing to do: first, rush to the market; Second, watching a play; Third, look at the horn; Fourth, watch the movie that leaks the sky; Fifth, the door.

Of course, you can go to the market every day, but you can't go without money. Don't you take a penny with you and go to the bazaar to drink the northwest wind? Therefore, most people like to watch plays, watch loudspeakers, and watch movies.

And the premise of these three things is: the one who is the east must have something. What's up? Celebrations or funerals. It is usually for celebration or commemoration that it has to be spent on blood.

Of course, there are also those who are officials outside or have made a fortune, and they spend money on these things in order to show off and show off. As for ordinary people, they would rather not be involved in these things.

And then there's the door. Visiting includes you going to someone else's house and someone else coming to your house. Don't look at my poor family, but I rarely go to other people's houses. Because we sit at home, people keep coming to play.

The people who came to my house were my mother's friends and my father's friends, my mother's friends were my godmother, my aunt at my own door, my sister-in-law, etc. They were all big fans of my mother. When my mother encountered any difficulties, they would help come up with some ideas, and sometimes they would talk about irrelevant topics when they were with my mother, mostly because of Zhang's family and Li Jia's shortcomings.

My father's friends were all sorts of things, including those who were as superstitious as him, who worshiped several gods in their hands, and those who played with him from childhood to adulthood. One of them is Youqing, and the other is Lao Hai.

That Youqing and my father were the same year, and the two of them played since they were young. Since he is single, he always comes to my house to play when he has nothing to do. That day, he came to my house again to talk to my father, and I listened.

Na Youqing said: "There is a place in Zhongxiang City, Hubei Province that grows a lot of watermelons, and I am looking for experts in growing watermelons there. "As the saying goes: the speaker has no intention, but the listener has the heart. After listening to Youqing, I went back to the house and took out the book on growing watermelons.

Holding that book, a whimsical idea was born in my heart. I'm going to go to Zhongxiang to grow watermelons. Although I don't know which place where the watermelons are grown belongs to Zhong Xiang, and I don't even know whether Zhong Xiang is a city, a county or a township, but people don't often say that there is a little Beijing under the nose. I don't know, don't you ask people?

Thinking of this, I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to go to Zhongxiang to grow watermelons." "You don't know where to grow watermelons, how do you get there?" Mother said.

"I can ask when I get to Xiangfan," seeing that my mother was a little hesitant, I encouraged her again: "I heard that Hubei people are very open, and there are many girls there, maybe I can talk about a girlfriend back there." ”

When I said this, my mother agreed. However, I was 25 years old that year, and I wanted to hide my age if I wanted to talk about my girlfriend outside. However, I couldn't change my ID card, so I thought of borrowing it from someone else.

Do you know who I'm thinking of, the reader? Lao Zhan. Those of you who have read the previous chapters of this book will know that he is the cousin who picked me up at the Beijing labor market and brought me back to the construction team.

After returning from Beijing, we went our separate ways and never had contact with each other. However, although he was two years younger than me, he became a family first, and the child was already a full moon. So, I'm going to borrow his ID card for a while.

Lao Zhan didn't say anything, but his mother disagreed. She told me that ID cards are not borrowed things. Later, they were afraid that I would not want to, so they resorted to a compromise method: give me a copy of my ID card.

I took a copy of Lao Zhan's ID card, took the fare from my mother, and took the bus to Xiangfan. When I inquired in Xiangfan, people said that Zhongxiang was a city in Hubei, the same as Xiangfan.

I took the car to Zhongxiang.

I inquired in Zhongxiang where there were watermelons, and someone told me about Zhongshan Town, so I took a car to Zhongshan Town again. When I arrived in Zhongshan Town, I inquired again, and they told me that there was a Gaotai village where there were more watermelons.

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