Finally returned to Fangjia Town, which had been away for more than a month. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing the houses scattered on both sides of the street and the tall plane trees on the side of the road in the town from a distance, Xiao Kun and Xiao Qing felt a huge sense of closeness in their hearts. After all those tribulations, they finally came back.

"It's home, it's home." Xiao Kun was so excited that he jumped straight on the seat, causing everyone around him to look at him.

Xiaoqing patted him and said, "Young man, calm down, it makes you feel like you've fled and come back." ”

The bus stopped at the intersection in the town, and everyone stepped out of the carriage one after another.

Xiao Kun saw Mang Kui running a motorcycle from afar, holding a cigarette and sitting on a motorcycle waiting for passengers.

Seeing that the bus stopped, the drivers of the motorcycles who were waiting for passengers all surrounded and shouted loudly to solicit passengers.

"Dad, we're back."

Xiao Kun screamed, carrying his backpack and rushing to Mang Kui's motorcycle. Throwing down the backpack, Xiao Kun saved Mang Kui, and then cried loudly.

Xiaoqing stood under the plane tree on the side of the road, looking at Xiao Kun who was crying, and his nose was a little sour.

Mang Kui is not used to his son's affection, but it is not good to push Xiao Kun away, so he just sits on the motorcycle and lets Xiao Kun hold him and cry.

These days, the departure of his son made him realize the importance of his son in his heart. Without his son dangling in front of him, it's like losing an important thing, and he can't lift his spirits all day long. Maybe this short parting made him see more clearly that he was so attached to his son. It turned out that they were all children who didn't grow up, and they were all afraid of the loneliness of being alone.

"Okay, son, don't cry, isn't Lao Tzu good?" Mang Kui thought that his son was worried about him, so he hurriedly comforted him softly, "Look, everyone is looking at you." Such a big boy, still crying like this, it's so useless. ”

Xiao Kun put away his tears, his father's chest and shoulders are so solid and reliable, he always hated him like that before, and now he knows that after being wronged and bullied outside, his father is the most reliable support.

"Dad, I've earned money, so much money." Xiao Kun didn't want to tell Mang Kui what happened outside, and he didn't want him to be sad, so he took out a handful of banknotes that he carefully put in his pocket and put them in Mang Kui's hand.

Mang Kui took the handful of banknotes, as if he was holding a very valuable medal, and showed off to his fellow drivers: "Look, our son has earned money, so much money. ”

"Mang Kui, your baby is blessed, and your son can earn money."

"Xiao Kun, your baby is better than your old man."

People's praise made Mang Kui even more complacent, and he felt that his image had suddenly become taller.

"Son, today Lao Tzu will not drive a motorcycle, Lao Tzu will make you something to eat, and say, what do you want to eat? By the way, Xiaoqing also had dinner with us. Mang Kui picked up Xiao Kun's backpack and put it on the back seat of the motorcycle.

"Uncle Mangkui, you can send me back first. I want to see Grandpa and Little Tintin, they must miss me too. Xiao Qing, who had been standing under the plane tree, only then did he pick up his backpack and walked towards Xiao Kun and his son.

"Yes, Dad, you send Xiaoqing home first, and let her come to my house tomorrow to play." Xiao Kun picked up his backpack and walked home by himself.

"Okay, I'll take you home." Mangkui's face twitched, as if he had been stung by a bee.

Xiaoqing didn't understand why Mangkui had such an expression, and was a little suspicious in her heart, so she still sat on the back seat of Mangkui's motorcycle.

Along the way, Mang Kui didn't speak, and seeing that he was about to arrive at Cheche Mountain, Mang Kui stopped the car: "Xiaoqing, go home by yourself." I have to hurry back and cook for Xiao Kun. ”

Xiaoqing felt that Mang Kui's behavior was a little strange, and it was difficult to ask him, so he had to walk home with his backpack on his back.

At the entrance of the village, Xiaoqing met Liu Stuffydun, who was peeling lotus seeds on the ridge by the weir pond to eat. Seeing Xiaoqing, he threw away the lotus canopy in his hand and ran over.

"Xiaoqing, you're back."

"You're back, Liu Stuffydun, are you playing alone?"

"Xiaoqing, let me tell you, Xiao Ding Ding is dead and buried under the mud. The ants ate it, the insects bitten it, and the bones remained. ”

"Get out, get out of here!" Xiaoqing pushed Liu Stuffy, "You let the ants eat and let the insects bite." ”

"Xiaoqing, don't lie to you, Xiao Ding Ding is dead, the ants have eaten it, and the insects have bitten it." Liu Stuffundun dragged and read in a long voice like singing.

"Get out of here, get out of the way!" Xiaoqing ignored Liu Stuffy and ran quickly with his backpack.

"Xiaoqing, I'm back." The seven old men came out to pour rabbit dung, and when they saw Xiaoqing greeting, there was no smile on their faces, and they turned around and entered the yard.

The seventh old man stomped his feet in the door, he didn't know how to tell Xiaoqing about Xiao Dingding's death, this poor child, how heartbroken should she be to face such bad news?

Xiaoqing originally wanted to say a few more words to the Seven Old Men, but the performance of the Seven Old Men surprised her.

Xiaoqing remembered Mangkui's strange expression and what Liu Stuffundun said, and felt a little weak in her heart, and pushed open the door of her house.

"Grandpa, I'm back. Little Tintin, I'm back. Xiaoqing saw Wang Silin sitting alone under the eaves, but he didn't see Xiao Dingding. Probably she ran out to play on her own.

Wang Silin couldn't help crying when he saw Xiaoqing: "Xiaoqing, why did you come back." Grandpa was useless and didn't look good at little Tintin. ”

"Grandpa, what's wrong with little Tintin?"

"Little Tintin, she died, fell into the cistern at the foot of the mountain and drowned."

It turns out that this is the case, it turns out that Mang Kui's weird expression, Liu Stuffy's words, and the performance of the seven old men are all because of this.

Xiaoqing was stunned in the courtyard, as if she was stunned by thunder.

"Xiaoqing, little Ding Ding is by the Black Beach River, under the mud." Liu Dudun followed Xiaoqing to the door.

"Little Tintin, little Tintin." Xiaoqing cried and ran towards the Black Beach River.

Little Tintin's grave was already covered with an inch or two of grass, and she could no longer hear Xiao Qing's cry.

Xiaoqing lay on the grave of Little Dingding, unwilling to believe that all this was true.

"Xiao Dingding, I'm Xiaoqing, and my sister is back."

"Little Dingding, you are so disobedient, why don't you wait for your sister."

"Little Dingding, my sister is rich, I can buy you flower clothes and buy the rag doll you like."

……

Xiaoqing cried out sadly, crying so sadly, so sad.

The hearts of the people of Checheshan were torn apart by Xiaoqing's crying, and many people couldn't help but cry.

This sorrow also tore at the heavens and the earth, and the clouds in the sky did not move, and the flowing water in the river whimpered.

Liu Sullen stood behind Xiao Qing in a daze, he didn't understand why Xiao Qing was so sad. Qiuqiu didn't know when he also came to Xiaoqing's side, it squatted at Xiaoqing's feet, silently accompanying Xiaoqing.

Xiaoqing regretted dying, if he didn't go out to work, maybe Xiao Ding Ding wouldn't have drowned. She really didn't fulfill her duties as a sister, she thought that little Ding Ding would be able to take care of herself and her grandfather. Little Tintin is just such a small child, how can she entrust such a big matter to her. Xiaoqing couldn't forgive herself.

"Xiaoqing, go back, don't cry." The seventh old man picked up Xiaoqing from Xiao Dingding's grave, "Baby, Xiao Ding Ding is gone." If you cry again, she will be reluctant to leave. Let her be reborn as soon as possible, and be born in a good family in the next life, and don't suffer these sins again. ”

"Xiaoqing, you are stronger, your grandfather still needs you to take care of it."

"Xiaoqing, you have to live well, you have to live well for Xiao Dingding, she doesn't want you to be so sad."

"Xiaoqing, this is fate, Xiao Ding Ding is destined to die, I don't blame you."

"When little Tintin was here, you took care of her, loved her, and it was enough to have this sisterhood."

……

Xiaoqing looked back and found that almost all the people left in the village had come.

Everyone's persuasion did not alleviate the pain in Xiaoqing's heart, she felt that she was really useless.