Therefore, when the watermelon is ripe, someone must be on duty in the melon field, not only his family, but also other melon farmers - no one will allow the fruits of their labor to be picked in vain by the "gluttonous"!

The place of duty was the melon shed, a hut made of branches and firewood. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info hut can't block the wind, but it can keep out the rain, it can also keep out the sun, and in the summer, you don't need to block the wind.

The task of guarding the melon field naturally fell on Lin Yuan's head. My father had to go to the market every day to sell watermelons, and it was impossible for him to stay in the melon fields; In addition to doing housework, his mother also has to take care of the crops, and it is impossible to soak in the melon field, Lin Yuan, as the eldest son, has nothing else to do during the summer vacation, and it has become his duty to take care of the melon field.

During the month or so when the watermelons were ripe, Lin Yuan stayed in the melon fields every day, and did not even go home when he ate - his younger brother went to bring him food. It was only after 9 or even 10 o'clock at night that his father went to take his place, and he went home to sleep, while his father slept in the melon shed.

The purpose of watching melons during the day is to prevent those "idle" and mischievous half-grown children, and watching melons at night is to prevent those real "thieves" - they push carts to steal, and one steal is hundreds of catties. Although my father slept in the melon shed every night, he was once patronized by the "thief", and during the day, he used a bicycle to carry hundreds of pounds of watermelons to the store and became very tired of his father, who slept very deeply, so that the "thief" picked in the melon field until he left without noticing, and it was not until the next morning when the mother rushed to pick the watermelon that he found out that the watermelon was stolen. In that theft, my mother conservatively estimated that it was more than 200 catties, and all the "key" melons that were originally planned to be picked that morning were gone. At that time, it was the peak season for watermelon harvesting, and under normal circumstances, at least more than 100 catties of watermelons could be picked every day, but due to the theft, the melon field could not pick ripe watermelons for two consecutive days.

The thieves encountered in the melon field should be regarded as experts who are more familiar with watermelons, they are very concerned about "professional ethics", they stole all the watermelons that have been ripe, and some of the watermelons that are big but not yet ripe They have not picked them, and a few of the watermelons that are discarded on the ground because they can't take them away are also very ripe watermelons. Not only that, but they also tried to avoid stepping on the melon seedlings and small watermelons in the process of picking, except for the loss of a part of the watermelons in the melon field, the other losses were very small, which was really rare for stealing in the melon field at night, which also made Lin Yuan's parents a little surprised.

No one knows how the melon thieves carried out the theft that night, but judging from the scene in the melon field, they should have done it calmly. Lin Yuan's mother was strange at first as to why they were able to be so calm, but then she finally found the reason. Lin Yuan's father snored very loudly when he slew, even more so when he was physically tired, Lin Yuan's mother guessed that Lin Yuan's father must have been snoring very loudly that night, and the melon thief listened to Lin Yuan's father's snoring, and he could steal melons with confidence, and the snoring sound like thunder was not a safe reminder signal?

Their family has been growing watermelons for many years, but this is when a large-scale "theft" occurred. However, my father slept in the melon shed for countless nights, and he also spent almost all of his summer vacations in middle school in the melon fields. During the day, he sat in the melon shed and read, but at night, he had no way to read, there was no light in the melon shed, and when his father came to replace him, he would bring a flashlight. From dusk until his father came to replace him, he had nothing to do, and spent most of his time sitting on the ground blowing the night breeze.

His favorite day is when there is a moon, he likes to sit on the ground and watch the moon, from the moon like a hook to the moon like a disk, it sounds very monotonous, but he never gets tired of it. Look at the moon for a while, and then look at the fields shrouded in the moonlight, the fields under the moonlight are hazy, revealing an indescribable, warm and peaceful artistic conception. Sometimes, he would memorize a few poems about the moon by the ancients, and he would be extremely interested, and he would also read a few poems that he felt and sent, although it was not a good word, but he also enjoyed himself. At that time, his talent in literature had not yet been shown, and his language performance and composition level were in the middle of the class, but mathematics, physics and chemistry were at the "top-notch" level in the class. At night, there is no one around except the sound of insects, and there is no light, and he can't read, so he has to find something to do, right? You can't just sit back and be in a daze!

After watching it more times, his mood gradually merged with the environment. Looking at the soft moonlight, his mood also softened; Looking at the hazy night, his mood also became hazy; Blowing the gentle night breeze, his mood also became soft. The boring and monotonous time had become unaware of his state of mind in which he had become one with nature, and it was only when his father went to take his place that he suddenly realized that - ah, it was not early?

Did you develop this complex for literature at that time?

Looking at the bright moonlight and the dream-like water, Lin Yuan couldn't help but think stupidly.

Time flies, time flies, and before I know it, seventeen or eight years have passed during that time. Alas! Those years have left people with good memories, but they will also bring people a touch of sadness. That's true, I didn't feel anything when I was in that environment at the time, but now when I recall it, I feel very warm, thinking that that time has gone and I can't come back, Lin Yuan can't help but feel a faint sadness in his heart.

It has been said that emotionally charged people like nostalgia. Lin Yuan doesn't know if his feelings are rich, but he does like nostalgia, seeing a scene and hearing a sentence can cause him to have a memory of the past. Although immersing himself in the past can make him feel warm, he will also feel a trace of sadness when he thinks that the years are gone and never come back.

Alas! Why do you like nostalgia so much? Wouldn't it be better to look ahead? Lin Yuan kept asking himself in his heart.

Just as he was in a reverie, Lin Yuan suddenly remembered that he hadn't called Xiaowei tonight. I was too busy to call Xiaowei last night, but Xiaowei called him six times in a row, but he didn't hear it once, and Xiaowei worried about him for a night. Although today is not leisurely, it is much more leisurely than last night, so Lin Yuan decided to call Xiaowei in advance.

Lin Yuan looked at the villagers who were digging ditches, and walked dozens of meters towards the place where there was no one before dialing Xiaowei's phone.

Talking to Xiaowei on the phone inevitably has to say a few words of love, and he can't let the villagers hear it, not only because he is "embarrassed", but also because he doesn't want others to know that he is talking to his wife on the phone. Everyone is sweating profusely and digging ditches, but he talks to his wife, what will the villagers think of him? In the past two days, he has exhausted his strength in order to help the villagers prevent floods and disasters, and he can't let the villagers have an opinion of him because of this little thing. He is not a person who sells fame and reputation, and he doesn't work to earn a good reputation, but since he has his strength and heart, why should he let the villagers make irresponsible remarks about him for a little thing? Besides, what's so bad about earning a good reputation among the villagers? At least it's good for future work? The villagers will believe in him and support him, and as a grassroots cadre, what better thing could be than to gain the trust and support of the masses?

"Hey, husband, is there something wrong with calling me so early?" Xiao Wei's gentle voice came out of the mobile phone, and coupled with the state of mind at this time, Lin Yuan felt a burst of warmth and happiness.

"It's nothing, I'm just calling you to report your safety, so that you don't worry about me anymore and call me like last night." There was really nothing wrong, so Lin Yuan teased Xiaowei in a mocking tone.

"Go!" Xiao Weijiao said angrily: "If you didn't forget your phone in the office, how could I call you all the time?" ”

"Where are you now? Is it because the phone in the office hasn't been fixed yet? Or are you playing outside? Seeing that Lin Yuan was calling with his mobile phone again, Xiaowei asked him casually.

"Oh, I'm hanging out outside, there's no air conditioning in the office, it's cool outside today, I'm blowing the wind outside." Lin Yuan also lied. It's early today, and he's usually not in the office at this point, so he doesn't have to hide to Xiaowei that he's in the office.

"Your daughter and I are also blowing the wind downstairs now, your daughter is addicted to blowing and doesn't want to go home. Okay, even if you report it to me, save you some phone bills, and you can continue to blow the wind. "Usually when Lin Yuan is in the office, even if it's okay, the two of them will make a phone porridge for a while. But now that Lin Yuan is calling with his mobile phone, Xiao Wei won't let him say anything more if there's nothing to do.

Hanging up the phone, Lin Yuan watched everyone dig a ditch intently.

After watching it for a while, seeing that the little daughter-in-law was tired and panting, Lin Yuan took the initiative to take her shovel and shovel it. The little daughter-in-law was a little embarrassed, and said a little shyly: "Secretary Lin, you are the leader, how can you let you do it?" "He's been here for more than half a day, and the villagers already know that his surname is Lin, and he is the deputy secretary of the town.

Lin Yuan shoveled the soil hard, and laughed at the same time: "It's just that our people take me as a deputy secretary as an official, and put it in other places, who will take me as an official?" My little official is really insignificant. "Shoveling soil in the cool evening breeze under the bright moonlight is much more comfortable than digging soil during the day, and Lin Yuan is very comfortable.

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