After selling the grain, Qiu Xia deposited all the money in the passbook. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qiuxia also bought a lot of things from the street for the holidays, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, so she has to have a good time with this Mid-Autumn Festival.

When Qiu Xia handed over the passbook to the seven old men, the seven old men felt at ease.

Actually, the seven old men still listened to the words of the tooth dog, and they were still a little suspicious.

Now the seven old men are holding the passbook and looking at the newly added money on it, they are reassured. In fact, the seven old men could find that there was something wrong with the passbook, and he just saw that the last one was deposited with 10,000 yuan. He was only interested in being happy, and there were other thoughts there.

"Qiuxia, you are such a good woman. This Mid-Autumn Festival, we have to have a good time. The seven old men hugged Qiuxia and got tired.

"Seventh brother, you're not tired. When I was selling grain today, I saw that you couldn't walk, and I felt sorry for you, so I asked the tooth dog to bring the stevedore. Qiu Xia pushed the seven old men, her eyes looked at the sky, and her eyes were as bright as two suns.

"I'm not tired, I'm not tired, I love me with you, no matter how tired I am, it's worth it." The seven old men hugged Qiuxia and didn't let go.

"I'm tired and want to rest for a while." Qiu Xia kept looking at the sky and didn't look at the seven old men.

The sky was a little hazy, and the rain clouds were low overhead. There is no haze in Qiuxia's heart, her heart is sunny.

"You're tired, then I'll go make dinner, and you can rest for a while." The seven old men finally let go of Qiuxia and walked towards the kitchen.

Qiu Xia sat at the door of the hall, looking at the back of the seven old men, and couldn't help but laugh secretly, smiling like an old fox.

Qiu Xia laughed for a while, stood up, and walked around the yard.

The old apricot tree is gone, the row of rabbit nests has been empty for a long time, the seven old men have cleaned the rabbit nests very cleanly, and he is waiting for Qiuxia to raise the next batch of rabbits.

Qiuxia walked over and touched the rabbit nests made of thick bamboo chips. These rabbit nests, there will never be more rabbits with fluffy three-petal mouths.

The seven old men didn't know that Qiu Xia didn't plan to raise another batch of rabbits at all.

The old ewe was munching on the dry corn stalk in the sheepfold, and her eyes were clear to Qiuxia, who she already regarded as a hostess. It's not like Qiuqiu who is still hostile to Qiuxia, even though Qiuxia lets Jinbao take the lamb in front of it.

Qiuxia pinched the old ewe's ear, and it bleated twice. Qiuxia pulled a handful of peanut vines on the sheepfold and let the old ewe eat.

"Eat, old sheep, I won't feed you anymore." Qiuxia said to the old ewe.

The old ewe flicked her tail and bleated twice.

Qiuqiu lay at the gate of the courtyard, opened his eyes and glanced at Qiuxia, then closed his eyes and continued to lie there.

Qiu Xia wanted to walk over, to touch the black hair like ball silk, and the white hair like a lotus flower on the top of her head.

Qiu Xia just thought about it for a moment and didn't dare to walk over, she knew that if she did this, Qiuqiu would unceremoniously bite her.

I have to say that Qiuqiu is indeed a good dog, and it is right to be hostile to her, Qiuxia knows that she is not a good woman as the seven old men say.

In fact, the seven old men are a good man, a simple and kind man, a hard-working and capable man, and a man full of interest.

Qiu Xia sometimes has the heart to live with the seven old men all the time, and in the past few months of getting along, the seven old men have gone to her heart.

Qiuxia looked up at the sky again, the sky was getting more and more hazy, and it looked like it was about to rain.

"Qiuxia, it's time to eat." The seven old men shouted in the kitchen.

At the dinner table, Qiu Xia kept serving vegetables to the seven old men, looking at him with a gentle smile in her eyes.

"Qiuxia, you can eat it too. Why do you always look at me and laugh? ”

"Seventh brother, let me tell you something. I'm going to leave for a few days, and I may not be able to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with you. Qiu Xia hesitated and said.

"What's wrong?" The seven old men chuckled in their hearts, and they were a little hairy.

"It's not a big deal. It's that my hometown is building a highway, and my old house is occupied, so I want to go back and deal with it. Qiuxia said.

"That's a good thing." The seven old men remembered the highway they went to see with Liu Xiaosi during the Chinese New Year, and heard that it will be opened to traffic after the Mid-Autumn Festival. The construction of that highway occupied a lot of land, demolished a lot of houses, and the compensation was a lot.

The seventh old man said with some melancholy: "Qiuxia, then your house is occupied, and you can't lose a lot of money." Then if you have money, won't you come to Seventh Brother? ”

"Look at what you said, Brother Seven, I'll come back to guard you after I'm done. You're such a nice person, where can I find another one? Qiu Xia touched the hand of the seventh old man.

The seven old men were happy again, and grabbed Qiu Xia's hand and didn't let go.

"It's just that the situation in our family is more complicated, the old house is shared by my man and his brothers, and then I have to make a lot of trouble for the compensation."

"Qiuxia, I don't want to talk much about your own housework. If we can, we can divide a little, and we don't want to get angry with them. You said that we are all old, what is the use of taking so much money, is it difficult to take it to the coffin. ”

"It's because you're old that you have to get more money, and when you are sick and in pain, having money is the last word." Qiu Xia said, with a ruthlessness in her eyes, unlike the always gentle Qiu Xia, who made the seven old men feel a little strange for a moment.

"Well, that's your housework, you can do whatever you like."

At night, the autumn glow was more gentle than before, and the water was like flowing water pestering the seven old men. Gentle and lingering again and again, the seven old men felt that their bodies were about to be squeezed dry. But he was willing, he felt that it was worth dying in this gentle country. Man, that's so useless in this regard. An old man like the Seven Old Men is even more useless in this regard.

The seven old men were tired, more tired than harvesting ten acres of land when they were busy farming.

The seven old men are comfortable, more comfortable than eating a chilled watermelon in the summer.

The seven old men with sore muscles and soft bones were lying in the quilt, like lying on a fluttering and soft white cloud.

The sweat all over his body was wet and wrapped around the seven old men, and the quilt was full of that ambiguous smell.

Qiu Xia got up and took a towel to wipe the body of the seven old men.

The seven old men closed their eyes, enjoying the gentle wiping of Qiuxia, and felt like an emperor.

Qiu Xia's hand followed the towel and walked over the seven old men.

He has thick eyebrows, a high nose bridge, thick lips, and a chin with blue stubble.

Qiu Xia thought that when the seven old men were young, they must have been good men who made the hearts of the girls and mothers-in-law of ten miles and eight villages flutter.

Qiu Xia's hand also walked through the ravines and ravines on the seven old men's bodies, those bulging and concave places, and those places where the body hair was thick and black like thatch.

Qiu Xia read with her hands and eyes this once steely man in Sichuan. Although the seventh old man is now old, his skin is a little loose, and his muscles and bones are not strong, but he is still a good man.

Qiu Xia regretted a little that she hadn't met the seventh old man when he was young.

The seven old men knew that this short parting made Qiuxia a little inseparable, but he didn't know that this was the last tenderness, from now on, all the lingering has become the clouds and rain of Wushan in the dream, and all the tenderness has become yesterday's yellow flower.