On the tenth day of the first month, Junchao came back, and he was about to start school on the fifteenth day of the first month.

In the city where his parents worked, Junchao saw so many lively and beautiful things. That is something that cannot be seen or experienced in Lingzhou, a small county town. Junchao is a little nostalgic, but he is more eager to come back sooner.

Junchao has always had a figure shaking in his heart. By his parents' side, he didn't dare to contact her, and after seeing him for almost a month, Junchao had already experienced that kind of bitter lovesickness, just like what was written in literary works, not seeing her for a day was like three autumns.

The attraction of those youthful lives, the lingering before the flowers under the moon, the burst of passion, the beauty, and the longing, intoxication, and fascination of Junchao......

At the entrance of the village, Junchao saw his grandfather's seven old men turning over the soil in the field, and a puppy running around in front of and behind his grandfather.

Grandpa's body stood upright in the field in early spring, like an old tree that has survived wind and rain. The shiny hoe turned over the fertile soil, and every time it rose and fell, it was like a bright light burrowing into the soil. The cypress hoe is like an extension of grandpa's arm.

Behind Grandpa, the newly turned earth was a moist purple. Junchao knows that his grandfather loves the land under his feet and is willing to pour his life and sweat into this land.

It's just that grandpa is already old. The wind blew, and Grandpa's gray hair was like an autumn dandelion. The fluffy whiteness may have drifted away with the wind by accident.

Junchao has a good relationship with his grandfather, and he is closer than his parents. Since he was a child, his grandfather grew up with him, and his grandfather always tried his best to fulfill all his wishes. There are a lot of things that he prefers to tell his grandfather.

"Grandpa!" Junchao shouted at the seven old men.

"Hey." The seventh old man saw Junchao and put down the hoe in his hand, "Junchao, you're back, why don't you tell grandpa and let grandpa pick you up." ”

"Grandpa, I miss you." Junchao ran towards the seven old men with his bag.

"Slow down, don't fall." Watching Junchao running on the narrow ridge with his bag, the seven old men were a little worried. Junchao's sentence I miss you, which makes the seven old men unhappy these days is like the ice of a warm spring breeze, and everything melts into a puddle of spring water.

"Grandpa, you're alone at home for the New Year, okay?" Junchao picked up the seven old men, he was already a man, and he was able to hold his grandfather in a circle.

"What's the matter, you're not at home with me, grandpa is uncomfortable to death." The seventh old man patted Junchao's hand, "Quickly put Grandpa down, my eldest grandson has really grown up and can pick up Grandpa." ”

Junchao remembered another person, she liked to hold her like this, and she liked to keep spinning and turning with herself like this, until both of them were dizzy.

"Qiuqiu, come here, this is Brother Junchao." The seven old men beckoned Qiuqiu to come over.

Qiuqiu ran over, looked at Junchao a little timidly, and screamed twice in his mouth.

"Grandpa, is this your dog?" Junchao took out a ham sausage from his bag, tore it open and handed it to Qiuqiu, "Come, Qiuqiu, give it to you." ”

Qiuqiu glanced at the seven old men and hesitated.

"Eat, this is for you by Brother Junchao."

After receiving the instructions of the seven old men, Qiuqiu picked up the ham sausage and ran to the side.

"Qiuqiu really listens to you, but grandpa is a dog, so I don't want to be his brother, you are scolding me. It's a puppy, I'm a big dog, and you're an old dog. In front of his grandfather, Junchao sometimes makes some jokes.

"You child, you're not happy, I really raised it as a grandson. You see, you're going to school, and your parents aren't at home, so it's grandpa's best companion. The words of the seven old men suddenly became a little sad.

"Grandpa, I brought you something. I specially chose a scarf for you, it looks handsome. Junchao opened the bag, and the seven old men saw a fiery red scarf.

"This kid, how do you buy a red scarf for grandpa." The seven old men felt a little strange in their hearts.

"It's not this one, it's this one." Junchao pulled out a white scarf from his bag.

"Come, grandpa, I'll surround you."

"This kind of thing should be for you young people, what do I look like this old man is surrounded by." The seven old men said this on their lips, but their hearts were sweet.

"Grandpa, you are like Xu Wenqiang in "Shanghai Tang"." Junchao took out Shui Qing's newly bought mobile phone for him, "Grandpa, stand up, I'll take a picture of you." ”

"Look, grandpa, isn't it handsome and cool." Junchao handed the phone to the seven old men.

The seven old men looked at themselves on the screen of their mobile phones, the white scarf matched his old complexion, and the scarf became whiter and blacker.

"This, where is Xu Wenqiang, he is simply an old rascal."

"Grandpa, you ......" Junchao was amused by the words of the seven old men.

"Junchao, who is that red scarf for? Is it for a female classmate? Grandpa can tell you, you have to study hard at this age, you see your parents working so hard outside, grandpa is working so hard at home, you are not allowed to fall in love in school. You said it wasn't good to live in the school, so we rented you a house outside the school. Look, this time your mom and dad bought you a new phone......" The seven old men began to babble.

"Alright, grandpa." Junchao had a headache, just like Sun Wukong met Tang Seng who was reciting the mantra, "I bought it for myself myself." If you don't believe me, look, fence it out for you! ”

Junchao wrapped a red scarf around his neck. Junchao has inherited the advantages of the Seven Old Men and Shui Qing very well, and he is tall and handsome. He was the captain of the school's basketball team, and his figure was even more erect, and the red scarf was around his neck, like a fire against his youthful and sunny face.

"Well, it's good-looking, my eldest grandson looks good no matter how he dresses up." The seven old men are very proud and handsome.

"Let's go, let's go home, if you want to eat anything delicious, grandpa will make it for you." Junchao is back, and the seven old men are happy, put away their hoes and prepare to go home.

"Back to the pot bacon, and sausages...... Grandpa, I love to eat whatever you make. ”

Junchao carried his bag and followed his grandfather home. Qiuqiu followed behind Junchao, it was a little unhappy that this little handsome guy had snatched the love of the seven old men, and from time to time he barked twice at the butterflies flying on the side of the road, venting his dissatisfaction.

"Grandpa, I'm going to play with my classmates." After lunch, Junchao brought the red scarf and a box of chocolates, rode his bicycle, and hurried out to go out.

"Come back early in the evening."

Grandpa's words have been thrown behind by the wheels at a rapid pace.

The red scarf was carefully wrapped by Junchao. The pink box has a purple band tied with a bow.

The bicycle traveled briskly through the fields of early spring in the land of Sichuan, and the wind blew the bow and sparkled. Junchao's heart also flashed and moved.

I was about to see him, Junchao's heart was the same as the land in the middle of the river in early spring, with fragrant grass stretching and flowers blooming.