"I need to wash my clothes, it's such a nice weather." Little Ding Ding remembered the clothes he had changed in the morning, "Grandpa, your dirty clothes have also been washed together." ”

Little Tintin took out a large plastic laundry tub and put it in the yard, throwing himself and his grandfather's dirty clothes inside.

Little Tintin removes the bamboo pole from under the eaves to draw water. The bamboo pole was so long that she had a hard time lifting it. Put the rope of the bucket around one end of the bamboo pole and put it into the well.

It's hard to pick up a bamboo pole alone, not to mention carrying a bucket full of water. The weight almost brought little Tintin into the well.

Little Tintin sat on the edge of the well, and his heart was pounding with fright.

"Slow down, little Tintin, wait for grandpa to come and fetch you water." Wang Silin walked over on crutches and slowly lifted the water from the well.

"Oh, look at your grandparents. That's really, how pitiful. Xiao Rong passed by the door of Xiao Dingding's house. Seeing her grandfather and grandson washing clothes so hard, her heart was sour. Women's hearts are always softer.

"Come, I'll help you fetch water." Xiao Rong put down his things and walked into the courtyard.

"Thank you, Aunt Xiaorong."

"Oh, you said you grandfather and grandson, how are you spending these days? One is not dexterous, and the other is so big. This adult is not in tune, and the doll and the old man are guilty! Xiao Rong fetched water while counting it.

Wang Silin listened to Xiao Rong's words and was silent.

"Aunt Xiaorong, I'm not young anymore. I picked up the cockfight today and sold it for more than 130 yuan. Little Tintin doesn't like people to pity her, she thinks she can take care of her grandfather and herself.

"Yes, you're dozen. This cockfighting is not planted by your family, so it can be sold for so much money every day. But little Dingding, if you think about how hard you have been, don't recognize your unproductive old man when you grow up, and don't feel sorry for your old lady who doesn't care about you. How can there be such a mother and Lao Tzu who doesn't care about dolls! "Xiaorong has a good heart, and his mouth is fragmented.

"Aunt Xiaorong, I, I still hope that my parents can come back." Xiao Ding Ding didn't want Xiao Rong to say this about her parents, she still hoped that her parents could come back and the family would be reunited.

Xiao Rong listened to Xiao Dingding's words, and hated her a little: "You doll really can't say it, I'm for your good." What do you still care about what they are doing with such a mother? ”

"I tell you, first put the laundry in water to melt, then put the laundry in and scrub it slowly. After washing, rinse twice with clean water, and then dry it to dry. ”

"Old man Wang Silin, you see, this little Ding Ding is so sensible, our family Cui'er is so old, she can't even wash the dishes."

"That's right, if her mother is at home, where is she willing to let her do these things? You see, it's not that you're reluctant to let your children do housework. Is there no way to do this? It's me, the old immortal, who is dragging down the dolls. ”

Xiao Rong helped Xiao Ding Ding fetch water to wash her clothes, and also helped her fill the water tank with water.

"Aunt Xiaorong, thank you." Xiao Ding Ding watched Xiao Rong walk out of the courtyard gate, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

"No thanks, in the future, if you don't understand anything, come to me."

Little Ding Ding is very grateful for Xiao Rong's warm-heartedness, but she doesn't want to hear Xiao Rong talk about her parents like this. She doesn't want her family to be talked about and used as a topic of entertainment. But when she was young, she had no way to stop other people's mouths, and she could only avoid the women who had nothing to do with the Dragon Gate Formation.

Little Ding Ding is like a poor little snail, who can only hide in a very strong camouflaged shell and **** the pain in his heart alone.

The joy of selling cockfights to make money has been lost by Xiao Rong's chatter.

Xiao Ding Ding misses Xiaoqing a little. I don't know where Xiaoqing has gone, I don't know how Xiaoqing is doing now? If you are tired of work, will you miss her?

Xiao Ding Ding sometimes worries indiscriminately, will Xiaoqing be like her parents and can't come back? Xiaoqing has been gone for so many days without hearing from her, and Xiao Dingding's worries are getting heavier and heavier.

This thought made little Ding Ding even more sad, but she didn't know who to say? Such thoughts bothered her, and even the scent of laundry detergent from the washed clothes hanging on the clothesline did not make her happy.

In the past, when Xiaoqing was washing clothes, Xiao Ding Ding loved to play with those light foams on the side, smelling the fragrance of laundry detergent like jasmine.

Qiuqiu also seemed to sense little Tintin's unhappiness, and ran over to her feet and whined and whispered.

"Qiuqiu, let's go out for a walk." Little Tintin walked out of the village with Qiuqiu.

On a summer afternoon, the sun was scorching hot, there was not a single pedestrian on the road, and the whole village was as quiet as if asleep.

A red dragonfly flew over and landed on the fence of the vegetable garden. After a pause, it flapped its transparent wings again, flew away, and disappeared into the blue clear sky.

Such a picture reminded Xiao Ding Ding of the song that the teacher taught.

Little Ding Ding hummed softly: "The red dragonfly in the sunset, please sue me." I met you when I was a child, what day was it......"

The song with a slight touch of sadness fits little Tintin's mood at the moment.

The ball ran ahead, running through the green fields overgrown with crops. The corn was red and swaying with long, silky leaves. When the wind blows, the corn-yellow pollen wafts out with a fragrance and falls on the white hair on top of Qiuqiu's head. Qiuqiu shook his head mischievously, trying to shake off the pollen.

In the rice fields, the seedlings ripple with the wind and rise in green waves, stretching all the way to the Heitan River. A white heron was disturbed by the ball and spread its wings and flew up. The ball screamed, trying to catch it.

The little guy was a little delusional, and the egret flew disdainfully, and then fell, hiding in the undulating green waves of the rice fields.

In this large paddy field, there is a piece of Xiao Dingding's family, which was planted with the help of Feng Xian'er and Sanhuzi.

In the weir pond at the entrance of the village, lotus leaves squeezed one after another to stretch out a large green umbrella. Pink lotus flowers poke their heads out of the green umbrellas, showing their smiling faces. There are also turquoise lotus canopies that are also hidden among the lotus leaves.

Little Ding Ding picked a big lotus leaf and put it on his head, and the sky was out of sight, and the sun couldn't get out. Little Tintin sat on the edge of the weir pond, stretched her little feet into the cool water, and let the naughty little fish gnaw at her feet.

Little Ding Ding's heart was happy, and he felt as if he had become a little fish.

There are often small shrimp and small crabs in the gaps of the stone ladders by the weir pond. Little Tintin stood on the stone staircase that had submerged into the water, and reached out to dig out the little crab in the crack of the stone.

Little Tintin took out two blue-shelled crabs and threw them to the shore. Qiuqiu opened his mouth to bite the little crab, and the little crab waved its big claw and followed its mouth.

Qiuqiu screamed in exasperation and slapped the crab with his front legs. The crab crawled sideways as fast as it could, and fell into the water with a thud.

Little Tintin laughed happily. Where can the child's heart be so worried, this little game makes her happy.

Sitting on the stone ladder, peeling the green lotus seeds, Xiao Ding Ding ate a mouth full of lotus fragrance. Raising your head, the Black Beach River meanders into the distance. At the end of the day, there were white clouds drifting in the wind.

Is the distance below the white clouds a place where my sister works? Xiao Ding Ding thought, will Xiaoqing also raise his head to look at these wandering white clouds? Where are these wandering clouds? Do they also have mom and dad and sisters?