Seven old men fall asleep sweetly in the gentle township. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The exhaustion after the passion made him sleep very deeply and deeply.

Qiu Xia got up early, and lightly did not wake up the seven old men.

Qiuxia did not turn on the light, and by the hazy morning light, the outline of the body of the seven old men was revealed in the mosquito net.

Qiu Xia couldn't move her feet, she really wanted to lie in the man's arms again, and hug him to have a good dream.

Qiu Xia looked at the seven old men in the hazy morning light for a long time, and this man's kindness made her heart shake a little.

Qiu Xia bit her lip, turned around firmly, and walked towards the small wooden box of the seven old men.

Qiu Xia's movements were fast, opening the wooden box and quickly checking what she wanted.

Qiu Xia quietly went out, and the seven old men were still asleep.

Qiuxia walked on the concrete road in the village, and neither the Cheche Mountain nor the village below the mountain had yet woken up.

When Qiu Xia came back from Fangjia Town, the seven old men were still sleeping.

Qiuxia made lunch for the seven old men, and when she finished packing up her things and left, the seven old men had not woken up yet.

When the seven old men woke up, it was almost noon.

This sleep is really good. The seven old men stretched out in the quilt, stretched out their hands and touched it, but there was no autumn glow around him.

The seven old men sat up naked, looked at the pillow that was no longer empty, and recalled the passion of last night. There is still the smell of passion in the bed.

The seven old men felt a little guilty in their hearts, Qiu Xia was going home today, and he didn't send her a gift.

The seven old men laughed, and they all said that Xiao Beisheng was newly married, and he would linger again when Qiuxia came back.

The seven old men got up and got out of bed, and when they walked into the kitchen, they smelled the smell of food.

Remove the lid of the pot, put the white rice in the pot, and put the stir-fried vegetables in a bowl and put them on the side of the rice.

What a woman! The seven old men sighed in their hearts.

I'm going to eat alone again. The seven old men felt awkward in their hearts. But this awkwardness was only for a short time. Soon, the seven old men looked forward to the reunion with Qiuxia after a small farewell.

At that time, Qiu Xia must have come back with her compensation money.

The seven old men didn't care about the compensation, what she cared about was Qiuxia. Of course, isn't it the icing on the cake to get both people and money, and who doesn't like it?

The seven old men felt that their legs were a little weak. This Qiu Xia Xiaobei really wanted to squeeze him dry before. However, the seven old men are beautiful in their hearts and sweet in their hearts, and they are really "peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic." ”

The seventh old man didn't want to work today, not because he was lazy, but because he was really a little flustered and short of breath, and his legs were weak.

The seven old men led the ball and went to the small teahouse of Fourth Sister Wang very rarely.

When the farm is not working, Sister Wang's shop is still a little lively. People from other villages also love to come here. Although there are not many people in each village now, everyone can still make several tables of mahjong when they come together. Especially when the festival is coming soon, the children are also on vacation, and those who work in the provincial capital are also back, so there is more lively atmosphere here.

The seven old men sat on the stone bench by the canal as usual, smoking leaf cigarettes, watching those people play mahjong, and listening to those women set up dragon gate formations.

Qiu Xia left, he was a little lonely and didn't want to talk more.

"Seven old men, why did you come out to play alone today? Where's your autumn glow? The tall pole teased the ball and asked the seven old men.

"Go home, go back to her house."

"Seven old men, did this mother-in-law run away and stop following you." Zhu Yuqun laughed at him on the side.

"Fuck off, you turtle son. They went back to have something to do, and they came back in two days. The seven old men scolded her.

"That one takes your word for it. Hell, this pigeon that hasn't been fed to the house will fly back when it flies out. ”

Zhu Yuqun didn't believe the words of the seven old men, which made him very annoyed, he didn't want to tell the real purpose of Qiuxia's homecoming.

"People built highways in their hometowns, and their old houses were occupied, so they went back to deal with the houses."

"Oh, seven old men, you are so blessed. This highway occupies the house, and I am afraid that I will lose a lot of money? You really got your mother-in-law again, and you got money again. As soon as Ma Xiaohong heard about the money, her eyes were full of envy.

The seven old men smiled and said; "I'm afraid I won't get much money, and there are a few brothers over there."

"Seven old men, don't say that, even if you have money, we won't borrow it from you."

"Ball, play ball. Seven old men, Qiu Xia can't come back if she is rich. What are you doing? You're an old man, you're an old man, and people don't go to find a young one. "Tooth Dog always likes to tease the seven old men.

"What's the picture, I'm a big guy, and I do a good job. I think back then, your wife still peeked at Lao Tzu peeing. The seven old men were merciless, and they became hooligans when they spoke.

"Seven old men, you are not serious."

The other women covered their mouths and smiled, and some of the bold ones looked at the crotch of the seven old men, who said that the seven old men were like bulls.

The tooth dog ran over, took a handful in the crotch of the seven old men's pants, and said, "Blow to death, seven old men, there is a little loach in your crotch, you should still be a big python!" ”

The seven old men have an easy-going temper, and the tooth dogs and their juniors are no bigger or smaller than him.

"Kill your turtle son, Lao Tzu has a loach in his crotch, and you Lao Tzu is a little caterpillar. You little caterpillar made the. The seven old men reached out to hit the tooth dog. The tooth dog jumped and ran away.

Everyone was there watching the old and young people play treasures, and they all laughed back and forth. The days in the countryside are so dull, and the occasional laughter and jokes about meat and meat are also a way for everyone to have fun.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was rare that the rain finally stopped after several days of rain. In the evening, the sun brightens the western sky red. Even Cheche Mountain seems to be burning in this sunset, and the leaves that are still green and those that have turned yellow look brilliant in the glow.

By the time we had dinner, the moon had risen into the sky.

It is difficult to see such a Mid-Autumn Moon in Cheche Mountain, which is located in the middle of the river, and the Seven Old Men do not remember how long it has been since they have seen such a Mid-Autumn Moon.

In the drying field in the courtyard, under the bright moon, the seven old men set up a small table, put the vegetables they bought back from the fried Qiuxia, and also used a blue and white fine magnetic plate to fill a plate of moon cakes.

The seven old men want to learn to worship the moon with a sable cicada. It's a pity that he is just a rough old man, how can he have the appearance of a sable cicada who is shy of flowers in the closed moon. He doesn't have Li Bai's full of poetry, and he can chant a good sentence to the moon.

One person's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is a bit bleak. The dishes on the table are tasteless when you eat them, and the round mooncakes don't feel sweet when you break them into your mouth.

The seven old men began to miss Qiuxia, although they had only been away for two days. The seven old men are already full of lovesickness and sorrow.

The seven old men ate a few chopsticks and drank a small cup of wine, and the more they ate, the more boring they felt.

The seven old men broke a piece of moon cake and threw it to Qiuqiu, which was cloud-legged, with a crispy skin and a fat filling.

The ball was eaten very deliciously, and it didn't understand the melancholy of the seven old men at all.

With seven old men by his side and a bowl of full rice, Qiuqiu felt that his life was happy.

The seven old men looked at Qiuqiu and thought, it's better to be a dog, how can there be so many troubles and sorrows in the world?

The seven old men put the food without a few chopsticks in the refrigerator, walked out of the house with their hands behind their backs, and walked into the bright moonlight. Qiuqiu followed the seven old men, stepping on his shadow.

The seven old men walked to the edge of the weir pond at the entrance of the village, and the water in the weir pond was also shining, and there was a golden round moon in the lotus stem that had become yellow.

The seven old men looked at the moon in the sky, and then at the moon in the water, and the two moons were like a pair of twin dolls.

The seven old men sighed, even the moon was in pairs, and he was the only one alone.

The seven old men who drank the wine felt a little sleepy and wanted to sleep. The seven old men lay down on the stone staircase by the weir pond, and the moonlight gilded him with a bright layer of mercury-like color.

The night breeze blows, bringing the fragrance of residual lotus and the slight coolness of autumn.

The stone ladder that had been basked in the sun for a day exuded residual heat, warm, reminding the seven old men of Qiuxia's soft and warm body.

The seven old men fell asleep, in the moonlight of this Mid-Autumn Festival. Perhaps this will be the last Mid-Autumn moon that the Seven Old Men will ever see.

After all, it is difficult to see the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival in Sichuan, after all, the seven old men are already so old.

Qiuqiu guarded the seven old men, it sat on the side of the stone ladder facing the water, it was afraid that the seven old men would suddenly turn over and fall into the water if they caught water.

Under the moonlight, a person, a dog, a pond of residual lotus, the night is so gentle, and the night is a little desolate.