On the second day after coming to Lijia Village, Luo Yu learned that the aunt that day was originally from Lijia Village. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBecause her husband died early, over time, others forgot her name and called her widow Zhang directly.

After her husband died, Widow Zhang was too busy to manage five acres of land, so she rented out three acres and five cents of land to collect some grain rent. She planted the rest of the fields by herself.

Widow Zhang's family is also living a good life, with one tiled house and two thatched houses. It's that the son had a fever when he was a child, burned out his head, and has been stupid and stupid, and no girl wants to marry her.

So she saw Luo Yu and another girl fainting on the side of the road that day, and turned her mind to them.

Speaking of this girl, Luo Wei once went to another room to see her with Widow Zhang's support.

As soon as she saw the person lying on the bed, a picture flashed in Luo Yan's mind, and she always felt that this person was very familiar, maybe she came here from the same place as herself, but she couldn't remember it.

Thinking of the end, Luo Yu still decided to wait for her to wake up. She was now going to find out where the village chief's house was, to see how her grandfather was doing.

Luo Yu is wearing a ready-to-wear dress that Widow Zhang bought from the street today. A goose-yellow Luo skirt with a white belt around her waist perfectly outlines Luo Wei's waist. There are dots of plum blossoms on the Luo skirt, hidden in the folds. The wind rises, and from a distance, the plum blossoms seem to float up with the wind.

The delicate willow eyebrows are embedded in the white face, shallow and fascinated, and a pair of black pearl-like eyes are even more smiling. The flower ring on the finger exudes a wordless brilliance warmly, and with the green silk that Luo Wei simply tied behind her, it is like a fairy descending into the world. Walking on the road, people come and go.

Soon, with the help of the enthusiastic villagers, Luo Yu soon arrived at the door of a small farm yard.

Judging from the door alone, the village chief's family is in much better condition than the rest of the village.

Along the way, most of the houses in the village were made of mud mixed with weeds, and the gates were simple and ordinary. To put it a little more specifically, there are two large red lanterns hanging on the eaves, but those are only lit during the Chinese New Year.

At the gate of the village chief's house, there is a plaque hanging on the red vermilion lacquer, which reads "Li House". Yao is Luo Yan, who has been learning calligraphy under Luo Huaijin's education since childhood, can see that the shin bones written by these words are powerful, although they are simple and unpretentious, but they have a good connotation. Looking at its line, there is a connection in the break, and there are endless changes in the connection, and the thickness and thickness are all captured. It cannot be said that the person who wrote this character has a high degree of calligraphy attainment.

It's just that I don't know who wrote it, but if I have the opportunity to meet him, I'll have to ask for advice.

Luo Wei walked up to the door and was about to knock on the door, when she suddenly heard a loud laugh from inside.

"Mr. Luo is really amazing, it seems that I still have to practice for a few more years!"

Mr. Luo? Could it be grandpa? Luo Wei raised her hand in a tangled way, not knowing whether to knock on the door or continue listening.

Before he could wait a moment, another energetic voice came from the door.

"Where is the matter~ The village chief has a lot of opportunities on weekdays, and he just hasn't played chess for a long time, and his skills are a little rusty. Why don't we have a game? ”

Seeing that the people inside were about to come again, Luo Yu quickly knocked on the door a few times.

Here, the village chief was satisfied with the chess pieces on the chessboard, and he smiled and thought about officially showing his level.

"Knock Knock"

"Is the village chief at home?"

Luo Huaijin took a sip of tea, very comfortable, "Village chief, there seems to be someone looking for you outside." ”

"I guess the people in the village have something to look for, I'll take a look first, and Mr. Luo will sit down first." The village chief stood up, smiled embarrassedly, and turned to open the door.

Who is this, so unsightly. I didn't see that he finally met a bosom friend, the ancients Yu Boya lost the Zhongzi period, and would rather fall the piano and never play it again. It's him, it's him..... Before the village chief could finish his thoughts, there was another knock on the door.

"Knock Knock"

"It's coming, it's coming, I'm coming soon!"

Really, who!

The village chief opened the door briskly. There was a squeak, and when the door opened, the village chief was stunned.

What's going on?

In addition to Luo Wei, there was also Widow Zhang, who came over later.

"What are you?" The village chief didn't think that the person looking for him would be Widow Zhang. Before, Widow Zhang saved three people, which was originally a good thing, but I am afraid that she will use the brain meridian elsewhere.

"Come in and talk." Seeing that the two of them didn't speak, the village chief just stood, reluctantly turned sideways to let Luo Yan and Widow Zhang in, and closed the door with his hand.

"Hey~hey~ The village chief is at home today!" Widow Zhang held up a face and greeted the village chief flatteringly. The drums kept beating in my heart.

Later, in case that person is really the grandfather of this girl, he saved their three grandchildren, and it is easy to say that he wants to propose. Even the village chief must not leak his son, otherwise she will lose her wife and soldiers, and the bamboo basket will be empty, and she will not be able to catch anything.

Luo Yu didn't bother to say hello to the village chief, and strode into the courtyard, and saw a familiar figure with his back to her.

"Grandpa?" Luo Yu didn't dare to speak loudly at the moment, her heart was about to be raised to her throat and pinched fiercely. She was afraid what if the person who did it there was not her grandfather?

The village head, the second monk, was puzzled, this was not the girl who was rescued by Widow Zhang a few days ago, why did she go to other people's homes so recklessly, and she didn't say hello.

The village chief's muttering, of course Luo Yu didn't hear it. Even if she heard it, she didn't have the energy to say hello to the village chief for the time being, she just wanted to know if that person was grandpa.

Luo Huai Jinzi woke up from the village chief's house and quickly adapted to this unfamiliar environment. And the wounds on the body seem to be inexplicably healed, but the excessive blood loss still needs to be recuperated for a period of time. While he could still walk, he hurriedly asked the village chief about Luo Yan's whereabouts. When I saw Luo Yu who was just sleeping at Widow Zhang's house, I felt much more at ease. At least the granddaughter looks much better on the surface than before, and all that remains is to walk slowly and step by step.

He plans to go back in the evening to communicate with the village chief, so that he can integrate into the current world as soon as possible. If it comes, it will be safe. In the apocalyptic world before, he would rather the little girl and himself have never experienced it.

Today, I saw the village chief fiddling with Go, and as soon as my hand was itchy, I came to a game with the village chief.

After the end of the game, Luo Huai couldn't help but sigh that the village chief's chess skills were not as good as Old Man Zhang.

Kindness? He seemed to hear his granddaughter calling him! Is it a hallucination?

"Grandpa!"

screamed again, Luo Huaijin turned around and saw his granddaughter with tears on her face, and her heart was broken.