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Who is the young man? Who is the little one? What's wrong with Weiwei!

Short and short, that's what they say. Tiny is the two of them.

The young man was seventeen or eighteen this year, and he stood under the tall pear tree, but he looked even taller.

Rosewood is hard and fine, it is the best raw material for carving, it is the first choice for making snails, it is bought and sold in the unit of inches in Longwang Town, and the Wang family can make a flat shoulder, which is already a hateful act of the rich.

In the poor He family, he has a better one.

Chen Ergongzi said, if you love it, you have to use it well, you and I have one each, and see who can use it well. Who can use it better than Chen Ergongzi? The young man didn't dare to really compare with him, but with this root, he was also extremely proud. He always felt that it was because of it that he would grow so tall. There is one thing that can be compared with the Chen family, and that is the inner height of the species.

No matter how precious the bullet wood flat shoulder is, it is not as good as Xiaoxiao's status in his eyes.

As soon as he stood still, he saw the little man plunge into the water, just like a year ago, when the old man sat in the courtyard of the eternal residence, watching the slight fall into the water on the bench.

His face was the same as that of the old man, with the same expression that the old man had at that time.

When he saw Xiaoxiao and her reflection standing almost foot-to-foot at the water's edge, the young man was also a little vague, as if he saw Weiwei and Xiaoxiao all the time together. Two short girls were born from the same mold.

Looking at the two large piles of pear leaves in a blink of an eye, his eyes, which were as deep as tofu weirs, were full of fire. The fiery center is a bitterness that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved.

Other people's girls are wearing materials, and their little hands are holding pears, but they can only pick up these leaves one by one.

There are many big firewood trees in the melancholy ditch, what sycamores, pomelo trees, thorn trees, star anise trees, green steel trees, scoop fruit trees, etc., the large leaves are more, but the small ones prefer to pick up the pear leaves that are not too big.

Not only are the pear leaves thick and hot, but the pear leaves also have the taste of pears, just like the old clothes left behind after leaving slightly, there is also a slight smell.

2★.

Even if it falls, it is not curled, and the pear leaves are smooth and straight, like a slight body. Of course, it's also like a small one.

His pears were distributed to the family before dawn, so they were picked by the young man early to Longwang Town and exchanged for coins and banknotes.

Who is holding those pears in their hands now?

Who is Weiwei with? At this time, will she happen to be holding a scoop of melons and pears produced in Sorrowful Valley?

There are dozens of kinds of pears in Gloogul, and many of them cannot be found elsewhere, and they may already be superb. Among them, the scoop melon pear is as big as the gourd scoop, one has three or five catties, heavier than the grapefruit, and there are only two trees in the melancholy ditch.

The year before last, Weiwei was still holding a scoop of melons and pears, chasing them all over the yard, comparing the size with a small head.

The most important thing is that things flow water. What about pears? What about pear leaves?

The pear leaves are red and yellow, which is the color of the sun and the night, which ignites the young man's eyes.

He stood taller, his eyes were blazing, through the mountains and rivers, the sky he saw was a little different from what Xiaoxiao saw, in his eyes, the sky was brighter, the mountains were a little lower, and his time seemed to pass a little later than Xiaoxiao.

None of them knew that there would be such a difference in their eyes.

Such a difference makes ordinary life more mysterious and bizarre.

Just like this melancholy ditch, ordinary and ordinary, they are all small places where rural people live a small life, but there are endless supernatural legends hidden in the depths.

In the eyes of the young man, the dusk has not completely retreated to the sky, and the sunset still has a trace of the most oblique gaze, it is getting more and more oblique, hiding behind the West Mountain, peeping at Xiaoxiao to take off his clothes and go into the water, and watching Xiaoxiao show his bare shoulders and take a bath.

The young man stared grimly at the slanting light, and at last the light hesitated and reluctantly shrank in. It wasn't just a sudden retraction, and two or three times it tried to pop up again.

Seeing that the young man's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, he had no choice but to leave with all his heart.

As soon as the slanting light receded, the face of the heavens sank.

3★.

With a weight of two hundred pounds on his shoulders, a downhill road a mile away, and a trot of more than three minutes, he was hot and had to rest for a while. Only then did he have time to kill that arrogance, that arrogance that could not be raised, the arrogance of the sky.

The night is not over.

The young man stood on the flat embankment, and his height of one meter eight or nine had a peerless wind vane.

Hunting in the evening breeze, his short flat hair is constantly practicing long-distance flying.

He was naked, and the energy stored in his body was colder and stronger than the wind.

He had just laid down a pair of burdens and stretched out his arms, which seemed to be harder, longer, and better than a pear branch!

His arms were like iron, and his shoulders were like steel. In the evening scene of the day, he, alone, stood still, staring back at the last ray of sunshine, silently watching the little girl in the weir pond.

The burden was placed beside him, and it was a special bead burden, which was two large baskets on the back, four feet high, and more than three feet in diameter at the top, which was twice as large as the usual baskets, and large enough to hold two lying calves.

Even the four ropes on the basket are one size bigger and a foot longer than the average family's. It was not bought from the market, but he used homemade cotton and linen, which he made at home with a rope frame when he could not go to the ground on rainy days.

The long, thick, and wide elastic wooden flat pole rested on the large basket, which was not much shorter than the ordinary pole.

Inside the basket are cotton flowers picked together with the flower shells, which are more than 200 catties, and this burden is also divided into two loads by ordinary adult laborers. And as for the things he was going to pick up home this time, it was only half a load.

Rushing down the hill, this burden should be tired, so let them rest.

The young man wore only a short strip of silk on his lower body, very old, old but not broken, that is, he had mended countless cloth scars, and he had patched them very properly, obviously from Xiaoxiao's dexterous and delicate little hands. There are fewer and fewer girls who can do needlework these years.

He just stood casually, but his feet were as close to the earth as pillars, how could he be considered to love the earth deeply, and if you look at his feet, you can see that he is barefoot, and not a single toe is relaxed, and he is holding the earth tightly, and there is not a trace of gap between his feet and the ground.

- because he is a satisfaction board.

4★.

There is a saying that straddles the boundaries between science and unscience, and that satisfying the board is not conducive to travel.

Looking at the little one entering the water, he didn't act immediately.

The autumn wind is tight, and the fallen leaves know the cold. The young man only felt very cool, and he was not afraid of the slight cold. The expression of seeing the slightest thing, as if seeing the old thing repeating itself, did not stay on his face for long.

He really didn't have time to wait, including letting the feelings stay. He doesn't have that much time for luxury.

Just a little rest, so that his skin is not so hot, the young man began to work again, taking the work as a respite.

He had a large stride and long outstretched hands. He was strong but not bloated, and soon spread the leaf bunches on two large baskets.

Each string is long, a total of 60 strings, the total length is the same as the south embankment, it can be seen that whether it is its length or the number of strings, Xiaoxiao is calculated, and also has a very accurate grasp of their picking ability, in order to be completed before dark.

The young man came here at the end of the day, picked up the cotton flowers he picked in the afternoon, and used a large basket and an extended flat pole, which shows that he and Xiaoxiao also have an appointment, so they will have such a tacit cooperation.

Thirty pairs were added to each basket, and they were piled higher than the lads. He tied them with a hook and rope as if he had tied two hills.

His movements maintain a certain rhythm, harmonious and fast, like the kind of playing on his shoulders, which does things without burning his body. He had already stretched his muscles and bones during this labor, which was equivalent to warming up. These tips were all taught by Chen Ergongzi.

He didn't have to rest anymore, and untied a white sweat towel from his waist. I went into the water wearing that short ribbon.

I took a shower in the tofu weir and didn't have to take a shower when I got home. There are many people like this in Sorrow Valley, but those people came earlier.

Soon he reached the deep water, and he tread water, no matter how deep the water was, it could only flood his chest.

As you walk, wipe yourself with a sweat towel. Swimming and bathing at the same time is his and her stunt, all to save time and save time to work.

5★.

Walking in the water, he is like walking on a street with a lot of people, there will always be a gap for him to keep moving forward. He's busy, he's not available, so you have to squeeze out space and squeeze out time.

If you want to run less, you can use a large basket, as long as you can afford it, and you can also pick up a small amount of firewood on the way, which is the space to squeeze;

These, perhaps, are the magnificent Heavenly Dao, making up for people like him.

The little hair was much darker than the night, and it had been floating on the water for a long time, and the slender body was small, light as nothing, lying quietly on the water, walking with the waves.

Sister, that's how it sank.

Love is the unity of heart and favor, she substituted herself into Weiwei, and the young man also put Weiwei with her, his care is like the water of the tofu weir, pouring love into her.

The waves of the water moved, and she felt someone approaching, and she suddenly stood up from the water. She also stood on the water. She knew that she was a little girl, and she would never show her breasts when she stepped into the water, she just exposed a pair of round shoulders to the water.

Her round shoulders were like a pair of light bulbs, round and translucent, illuminating the entire weir pond.

"Brother!"

Xiao Xiao shouted softly to the young man.

Xiaoxiao's name is so small, his brother's name is so short, and their father's name is Old Shorty, so it is logical that He Xiaoxiao's name is Shorty, Xiaoxiao is Xiaoxiao, and Xiaoxiao is a shorty girl, and Xiaoxiao has two little sisters, and the other one doesn't know where he is. They also have a relative that no one wants to mention, the short lady.

Her brother's expression was very complicated, with more emotions than a tofu weir, and all he said was: "Little sister, my brother is here to pick you up, it's getting dark, let's go back quickly, don't let Dad wait for a long time." ”

"Okay. The little one answered softly, cut the water side by side with the dwarf, and swam to the shore. The shearing of the melancholy ditch is the freestyle in swimming, and it is the fastest swimming style.

In the water, it is better to master the art of moving forward than in the air, because the current reflects the changes in conditions more obviously.