The night sky in the city is always gray, and the streets are full of neon, and if you want to look at the stars in the sky, you have to look up for a long time. It's no wonder that people in the village always get lost when they get in the city!

In response to this situation, the people in the city always tilt their heads, look at the sky at a 45-degree angle, sigh and say: This is the price of development!

This is not the case in the countryside, where the night sky in Wangjiazhuang is always pitch black and dotted with stars. If there is a moon, especially when it is full, this is not the case.

When a full moon hangs in the sky, the entire Zhuangzi can clearly see the path under his feet without a flashlight. Of course, street lights are installed in the village nowadays, so you will never lose sight of the road under your feet in the village.

Today is the fifth day of the lunar calendar, and the moon in the sky is still crooked. Every time he sees this crooked moon, Wang Yong always can't help but think of that popular song.

The crooked night sky has a crooked moon

Underneath the crooked moon is the crooked bridge

It's a pity that Wang Yong didn't find the crooked bridge under the crooked moon before, and he regretted it for a long time. Why isn't there a crooked bridge in the village?

When the ditch was being renovated in the village last year, he persuaded the old secretary to let the ditches on both sides of the road into the village be dug deep and wide, with the deepest place being more than one meter and the shallow place being half a meter.

There are one every kilometer or so, because of the large pits of different sizes dug out of the construction soil in the north of the village.

Not to mention the big pit, the width of those ditches and ditches is at least one meter, and the manpower in the village for construction in some places is not exhausted, so it is two meters wide, and the old secretary has been scolded for a long time by the ears of the "loser"!

On both sides of the road were good crops, in order to persuade the old secretary to agree to his plan. Wang Yong took a lot of effort, and drank two cups of tea and nibbled on two big apples at the old secretary's house with a dry mouth.

It is conceivable what kind of treatment that loser will receive if he digs a good ground into a deep ditch.

It is said that the kid did not dare to go out for three days. Because as soon as he went out, no matter who he saw, he was asked to count him twice, and he stretched out his finger and tapped his head twice before he was relieved.

In this regard, Wang Yong deeply understands what character is!

The drainage ditch was dug so deep that, of course, a few small bridges had to be built over it for people to pass. As a result, the village committee, which was not short of money, built thirteen different bridges between those ditches.

The stone is built a little bigger, so you can drive side by side, and the two trucks are not crowded at all. There are also losers who welded a small steel bridge, but no one believes in his craftsmanship. No one has ever just gone up.

Now that bridge has become the best place for the bear children in the village to test their courage, if you can walk to the bridge and stand for a while, you will be envied by everyone, and those who dare to go from this end to that end are definitely the treatment of the big brother!

There are more wooden and chic small bridges with Jiangnan flavor, wooden bridge decks, wooden railings, and wooden handrails. Each one has different shapes and functions. Small bridges of different sizes are all hung with a sign.

The above is the name of the small bridge, what Lijiaqiao, Wangjiaqiao, Zhaojiaqiao are too vulgar, vulgar and unbearable! So, Wang Yong named his favorite bridge Pixiu Bridge. It also deliberately carved four Pixiu and placed them on both sides of the bridge.

Only since these small bridges, Wang Yong likes to lie on the roof with residual warmth on summer evenings, with his hands pillowed behind his head, looking at the starry sky and looking for his familiar constellations.

I don't know if it's because I didn't learn well or if I was born unsuitable for this aspect. After looking for a long time, Wang Yong didn't see how those constellations were like bears, like balances, like lions and the like.

The most conspicuous thing every time is the Big Dipper, you don't need to look for it, you can easily find it out of the stars in the sky with a sweep of your eyes.

Lying down and watching the stars at night in the countryside is indeed a pleasant thing. But only if you have a way to deal with those annoying mosquitoes and moths.

In the past, Wang Yong tried to order a handful of artemisia grass and use its foul smoke to dispel those who wanted a good meal. However, the effect is worrying!

Probably because there is a famine there, maybe there are too many of them, just like there are six billion people on the earth today, and more and more people are paying attention to food.

After the artemisia grass burned into ashes, before the smoke cleared, a hero who was not afraid of death rushed over, and in the roar of a bomber, he pounced on Wang Yong very heroically.

A handful of artemisia grass didn't matter, then light it again, and keep it on, until the entire roof of the order was full of smoke, until most of the people in the village ran to put out the fire, and then the battle between man and mosquito had to be stopped.

Fortunately, mosquito coils were later available. Due to the improvement of his family's economic conditions, Wang Yong used this tall mosquito repellent weapon more than ten years in advance.

There are too many warriors in the mosquito world who are not afraid of death or regard death as home, even if mosquito coils are lit, even if Wang Yong is in the south, south, north, west, and eight positions on the left and right are all lit with mosquito coils, there are still those heroic warriors who break through the poisonous fog and want to avenge the brothers and sisters who died.

There is no way, the roof is empty, even if Wang Yong is very defeated and lights eight plates of mosquito coils at a time, the effect is worrying. Luckily, he has another killer weapon against these little things.

Mosquito nets, many things that young people in the city have never seen, but in the countryside they are a must-have for every household. On a sweltering summer night, open the doors and windows, the family burrows into a large mosquito net, and listens to the sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings that are unwilling to fail and want to find a loophole to attack, which is the best lullaby.

Moving a dozen red bricks, using a few wooden sticks, hanging the mosquito net, a protective fortress that can make people safe from mosquito attacks is built.

Listening to the unwilling cries of the mosquitoes in my ears, covering my body with a thin blanket, my eyes widened and looking for the star that belonged to me, there is nothing more pleasant than this.

It's just that Wang Yong has been looking for a long time and hasn't found the star that belongs to him. There were so many stars in the sky, many of them shining, blinking at him non-stop.

This star is so bright, it should belong to me, right? After looking at it for a while, I was stunned and found a star that seemed to be brighter.

Well, this is the star that represents me in the sky. Look, it's squeezing its eyes at me that I don't listen! Flashing and flashing, blinking so diligently, and not afraid of eye disease?

It is tiring to wait for the eyes to look at the stars, which is the conclusion that Wang Yong has come to after a long period of practice. So, after staring at his own star for a while, he had to close his eyes and rest for a while.

When he opened his eyes and looked at the star field again, he suddenly found that the very bright, bright star that he thought represented him could no longer be found.

Unconsciously, the weather gradually cooled, and the heat of the day has been completely dispelled. A burst of coolness came with dew falling from the sky.

In the distant night sky, there is a crooked moon

Underneath the crooked moon is the crooked bridge

Next to the bridge there is a small boat that curves

……

Well, I almost forgot again, tomorrow I must remember to ask the old secretary to put a small boat on the side of his Pixiu Bridge, how can I do it without a boat just a bridge? There is no mood at all!

When I think of the boat, I think of the uncle who went out to sea to fish for himself, it's been two days, and the guy who is crazy doesn't know that his family is thinking about him, and he doesn't know how to call home to report his safety?

In order to know his news in time, his father was ruthless, and hesitated several times before making up his mind to install a satellite phone on his ship.

That thing is not used by our Zhuang households, in contrast, today's two-way charges and roaming charges of mobile communication are simply not on the table pediatrics, and they are despised by others.

I fantasized in my mind, the uncle returned, and brought himself the size of a sea bowl, one is enough for one or two catties, no, it should be three or four catties, no, forget it, even if it is ten catties. That's right, a dozen pounds of crabs!

I heard that the king crabs on the shore of Australia are all so big, but I don't know if two days is enough, uncle, they went to Australia to catch a few big crabs for themselves.

Of course, it's okay without crabs, as long as there are fish. What swallow fish, small yellow croaker, hairtail fish, and flute jumping fish are forgotten, and you can eat enough every day.

If the uncle is lucky enough to get a few big yellow croakers and groupers, it will be even better. Whether it is steamed, stewed, or boiled in a pot, it is a good ingredient.

Well, why are your eyelids so heavy? No, it's time to rest!

Lazily stretched out his hand to find his side for a while, touched his CD, pressed it on the line control, and suddenly, the familiar song sounded in his ears again.

The crooked night sky has a crooked moon

Underneath the crooked moon is the crooked bridge

Next to the bridge, there is a small boat that curves

The crooked boat is leisurely, it is the childhood Gillian

Woowoowoo......

My heart is full of melancholy, not for the crooked moon

Just for today's village, still singing the ballads of the past

……

With the singing voice of the big fat god who sang well in his mind, accompanied by the thicker and thicker dew and coolness, Wang Yong's heavy eyelids could no longer support it, slowly closed, and fell asleep.

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the roof, tiptoed over, lifted the mosquito net, gently covered Wang Yong with a blanket on him, and then put down the mosquito net, and quietly left.

The stars in the night sky saw all this clearly, and they were still blinking, not knowing what they were talking to each other, and seemed to be very happy.

Gradually, the lights in every house in the village were extinguished, and the occasional dog barking sounded once or twice, which could be heard throughout the village at once.

The night was deep, the dew was cooler, the crickets were still chirping tirelessly, and only the frogs that were still busy croaked a few times from time to time, letting him know that he was not alone in this dark night. (To be continued.) )

PS: This chapter is a reward for the fierce horse! Ask for the chapter you owe and try to make it up tomorrow.,Forget it today.,Your hands are frozen, wash and sleep!