As soon as the words fell, I heard the dilapidated wooden door being kicked twice, which scared Du Jiumei's liver trembling, where did the crazy woman come from?

Du Jiumei sat up, picked up the folded clothes on the side and put them on her body, hey, this painting is "too beautiful", not that there are patches on the clothes, but that there are rags under the patches, and it is the first time she has worn such clothes.

After getting off the bed, Du Jiumei was thirsty, and drank a bowl of tea to a cup, hey, this bowl is also very "artistic", there are actually three gaps, which shows what a poor home this is!

Compare the table, now she is estimated to be about one meter two, about six or seven years old, what the hell is going on? Du Jiumei, a classmate who is dedicated to studying winemaking technology, even if she doesn't watch TV series or novels, she more or less hears some words about crossing from the mouths of friends around her.

I didn't believe it before, and I didn't believe it just now, but she just crossed over, and now she can't believe it.

There was a powerful old woman outside, and Du Jiumei decided to continue sleeping and recuperate her body, so as not to sneak out and be beaten and scolded by the old woman.

In a daze, Du Jiumei seemed to have a dream, she returned to the familiar thousand-year-old cellar pool, where there are seventy-seven forty-nine cellar pools.

Du Jiumei lost her mother at a young age, her father was busy with work, and no one at home took care of her, so he took her to the cellar. As she grew older, Du Jiumei gradually fell in love with this place and learned to make wine with her father since she was a child.

When she arrived at a familiar place, Du Jiumei's heart was less flustered, and she looked around, it was more like the cellar pond recorded in the Du family's books, simple and mysterious, with no electric lights and no thermometers・・・・・・

Du Jiumei turned around, calmed down her excitement, pushed open the heavy door, and looked outside with apprehension.

Huh? Du Jiumei smiled bitterly, and looked forward to going back! But the situation outside is different from the thousand-year-old cellar pond that I grew up with, there is a spring outside, bubbling out, and under the washing of the spring water, a trickling stream is formed, flowing to a turquoise puddle dozens of meters away.

Yes, hundreds of square meters of water surface is not a lake, let alone a puddle.

Next to the puddle were several trees bearing fruit. Du Jiumei took a closer look, and the tree was actually growing wine fruit. The reason why their Du family's liquor can be unique and become the king of liquor in Huaxia is not only the tens of thousands of microorganisms in the thousand-year-old cellar pool, but also this small wine fruit.

The skin of the sake fruit is red, and the flesh inside is indeed white, the size of a hawthorn, and it is round, which is very cute.

Du Jiumei once asked her father where she got this wine fruit, but her father kept saying: "You are still young, when you grow up, I will tell you." ”

But in her father's eyes, Du Jiumei will always be a child, and then gradually understood that her father might tell her this secret before he died, so that the Du family's inheritance could continue to be passed on.

But my father suddenly had a car accident, and there was no fruit wine, and although the wine made in the cellar was still a good liquor, it always lacked some intoxicating and nostalgic feelings, probably because of the lack of wine and fruit.

There was a small wooden building next to the wine fruit tree, and Du Jiumei walked up with the railing on the stairs and pushed open the spotless door.

The small wooden building looks small from the outside, but there is a hole inside.

Dozens of paintings hung on the walls, and the last three were framed with black-and-white photographs inside. Seeing the people inside clearly, Du Jiumei burst into tears again, this is the elders of the Du family.

The elders with a long history there, Du Jiumei may not know them, but the last three are cute, but they are Du Jiumei's great-grandfather, grandfather, and, father.

In the photo, the father, about 20 years old, is in the prime of life, silently reaching out to touch his father's photo frame, silently crying.

If it is a dream, Du Jiumei wants to stay here forever, accompany her father, accompany the ancestors of the Du family, and there is a cellar pond, as if her father has always accompanied her, she is very satisfied.

After looking around, Du Jiumei walked to the desk, and there were two thick diaries on the table. Du Jiumei sat on the chair and flipped it open.

In the red notebook is my father's experience in winemaking, the familiar font, as strong and powerful as ever, and like my father's resolute character.

On the first page of the blue notebook, Xiao Jiu'er's growth diary, with a photo of a family of three pasted on the side, a tall and handsome father, a beautiful and virtuous mother, and a chubby 100-day size her.

It may be that they are so happy that even God can't look past it, and their mother died of illness when Du Jiumei was three years old, leaving behind a father and daughter who depended on each other.

Du Jiumei turned back page by page, tears kept flowing down, but her face was happy. can see the next few pages, which record that after she and Wang Jiaming met, her father was disgusted with Wang Jiaming, as well as some investigations, but Du Jiumei didn't believe all this.

On the last page, her father actually wrote that Wang Jiaming had murderous intent towards him, and Du Jiumei couldn't believe it. Could it be that his father's death was really Wang Jiaming's doing?

Although there is no evidence, Du Jiumei now believes in this inference, Wang Jiaming can kill her with his own hands, how can he let go of his father?

Remorse filled Du Jiumei's heart, and she was sad and sad. If there is a regret medicine in the world, she will definitely buy it back at all costs.

Du Jiumei, who was crying sadly, suddenly felt that her body was shaken and pushed, and a woman's gentle and eager voice came from her ears: "Ninth sister, ninth sister, wake up!" ”

"Mother, the ninth sister has been crying, is it a nightmare?" The girl on the side asked softly, holding Du Jiumei's slender hand, choked up, worried about her sister.

Du Jiumei woke up in a daze, it was really a dream!

What caught my eye was a woman in her thirties, and there was a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old next to her, listening to the voice, it seemed that she had just sneaked in and touched her forehead and helped her cover the quilt.

When the woman saw Du Jiumei wake up, she stretched out her hand to hug Du Jiumei, and choked up: "Jiu girl, you are scared to death as a mother!"

Du Jiumei didn't have time to be disappointed, and her whole face was buried in the unique softness of a woman, although there was a smell of sweat, but it was not unpleasant.

"Mother, my sister is awake now, she has no fever, she must be fine, I will go and ask Li Langzhong for ointment later, and the injury on my sister's head will be healed." The girl softly persuaded the woman who was crying in grief, and her thin little hand gently caressed the woman's back.

Hearing this, the woman's cry slowly became quieter, and she said, "Seventh sister, don't go to the ground in the afternoon, take good care of the ninth sister at home." ”

Du Qimei looked at the direction outside the door, lowered her voice and asked softly, "Mother, grandmother won't promise me to stay at home." ”

"It's okay, there's a mother! I'll just do more. Mrs. said hatefully, if the man is gone, anyone can bully their five mothers.

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The new book baby is very fragile, everyone sees it, support it, thank you very much. O(∩_∩)O haha~