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Hao Lancheng was stunned, sitting in his place with his mouth open, his mind blank.

"What's wrong with you? What do you do with chopsticks? The third grandfather, Hao Fumao, who was sitting next to him, slapped his hand with chopsticks and asked.

"I ...... I don't know what's wrong, but as soon as my hand shakes, the chopsticks are thrown out. Hao Lancheng said tremblingly.

"Second brother, you go to the kitchen and get another pair for your brother." Hao Fujian glared at the eldest son and said to the second son. The second son was sitting in the northeast corner, and he suspected that the eldest son was taking revenge on the second son for the fish, so he hurriedly covered it up.

The chopsticks were brought quickly. But as soon as he handed it to Hao Lancheng, he "snapped" and threw it out again. This time it was thrown on the northeast corner.

"You ......" Hao Lan gritted her teeth angrily, and said hatefully: "If you have an opinion about me, just say it, why are you angry with chopsticks!" ”

Hao Fumao, the third grandfather next to him, saw something strange and said to Hao Lanshun: "He drank high, and he gave him the same." You take another pair. By the way, tell your sister-in-law about dinner, and there is something to do after the meal. ”

Hao Lan returned to the kitchen with a huff, conveyed the instructions of the third uncle, took a pair of chopsticks, and then returned to the hall.

This time, Hao Lancheng asked Hao Lanshun to put the chopsticks in front of him and didn't dare to move.

The meal was quickly served. Sure enough, it was the egg beating and marinating pot to pick the noodles. A large bowl was placed in front of each person.

Tian Qingqing has two large tomatoes in his stomach, and he is no longer hungry. But when I smell the fragrant lo mein, I still have a great appetite.

Comparing my heart to my heart, I suddenly remembered that my grandmother hadn't eaten tonight. I can't tell if I ate it at noon, I must be very hungry. With an idea, he picked up the bowl of noodles in front of his uncle Hao Lancheng and entered the Dongli room.

And in the eyes of the people seated, the bowl of noodles seemed to be inspired. Steadily floating in mid-air, fluttering ......, slowly drifting into the east room. I couldn't help but be stunned one by one, and my eyes didn't blink.

At this time, Hao Lingling had already been called to the end. Hao Xu was alone in the house. And he was resting with his eyes closed, and he didn't see this qiē.

When she opened her eyes when she smelled the fragrance, the bowl of noodles was already in front of her. She thought it was Hao Lingling who sent it to her! I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: What a good granddaughter, but I am about to leave, and I am not blessed to enjoy it!

When I thought about it, I burst into tears again.

Hao Lancheng on the table of the Eight Immortals in the hall was dumbfounded, sitting there in a daze, motionless.

Fortunately, a few more bowls were brought in the back, which were ready for people to add a second bowl. Hao Fu's spearman is quick-eyed. Hurriedly put another bowl in front of Hao Lancheng.

However, the scene just now left a deep impression on people's minds. I can't get rid of it. If it weren't for the rare temptation of making marinated noodles, it is very likely that this meal would have been spared.

Hao Lancheng no longer had an appetite, and his chopsticks didn't dare to move. Just looked at the noodles in front of him in a daze. Listen to the sound of people eating noodles "puff" and "puff".

People are in no mood to laugh anymore. One by one, they just lowered their heads and ate the noodles in their bowls.

Although things are weird, people who are suffering from poverty still can't help but be tempted by food, how to eat or how to eat. One bowl is not enough, eat two bowls. The middle-aged man called Tian Qingqing's second uncle may not have eaten noodles for a long time, but he actually ate three bowls. The distressed basket colored leaves only snort the tooth flowers.

Satiated. It's time to get down to business. After Basket Caiye and Dai Shujuan removed the empty plates and bowls on the table of the Eight Immortals and poured tea water, the atmosphere on the table of the Eight Immortals suddenly became lively.

Hao Lancheng also swept away the stunned just now, and hurriedly took out a brush, a bottle of ink, and a few neatly cut white~powder~ even paper from the Xili room, and put them in the center of the Eight Immortals table.

"Third uncle, you write." A well-dressed young man said to Hao Fumao. And they pushed pens, ink, and paper in front of him.

"No, I can't. Director, it's better for you to write. I haven't touched my pen and ink for a long time, and I forgot to write a word. A few years older, I can't help it. Hao Fumao waved his hand and excused himself, and he wanted to push the pen and ink in front of the "master".

The "director" squeezed it. said: "This family list has a format. Who doesn't know you're an old pen?! It's still you, we're still young, follow and learn. ”

When Hao Fumao saw this, he stopped refusing and said: "If you can't remember the words, you have to remind them." So he picked up the pen and moistened the ink, and wrote while thinking.

Several commotions failed to stop it. Now it's time to be sure, Tian Qingqing is anxious.

What to do?

You can't hold someone's hand and don't let you write!

Write it and destroy it!

No, that will inevitably scare the third grandfather who is also in his fifties. The third grandmother is very good to her, and every time she sees her, she greets her from afar.

At this time, when the others saw Hao Fumao pick up the pen, they knew that it would take a while to write it, so they all left the Eight Immortals Table one after another and went to the courtyard to enjoy the shade. There were only three people left on the table, Hao Fujian, father and son, Hao Fumao holding a brush, and the young man called "Director".

"None of you are allowed to leave," the "director" beckoned out the door, "I'll have to press my handprints when I'm done writing in a while." ”

"Don't go. Chill off in the patio. The middle-aged man who Tian Qingqing called his second uncle said.

I don't know if Hao Fumao forgot to write when he was old, or if he was originally low in culture, he wrote two lines, and asked: "Hey, who of you knows how to write the 'Ci' of Yan's father and mother, give me a hint." I couldn't remember it after thinking about it for a long time. ”

The "director" shook his head and said, "I can't think of it for a while." ”

"Look up the dictionary." Hao Lancheng said, got up and walked to the Xili room.

Hao Lanshun pursed his lips and smiled, stood up, handed Hao Fumao a cigarette from the front door, and said, "Third uncle, don't worry, smoke a cigarette." As he spoke, he struck a match and went over to light it.

Tian Qingqing saw that their cultural process was limited, and that they were highly educated and hidden, so he had an idea. Seeing that the uncle sitting on the north side of the Eight Immortals Table stood up and lit a cigarette for the third grandfather who was sitting on the east side of the Eight Immortals Table, and there was no one on the south side of the Eight Immortals Table, he hurriedly walked to the north. Lift the table of eight immortals with your hand. The table top is tilted, and the pen, ink, and paper on it all slip out to the bottom.

Tian Qingqing was afraid that if the glass ink bottle was broken, his purpose would not be realized. He quickly used his ability to catch the ink bottle and let it fall slowly to the ground. In this way, although the ink was half spilled, the ink bottle was not broken.

It's too late, it's too soon. The four people sitting around the Eight Immortals Table saw that the table was tilted, and all the things on the table slipped down, so they hurriedly straightened it.

But it was too late, brushes, ink and paper. Or fell to the ground. He hurried to the ground to pick it up.

The ink was picked up by Hao Fumao, who was the closest. The paper was picked up by the "director". But I couldn't find the brush.

"Hey, where can I go? Why can't I find it? ”

"Where's the shadow?"

"Look, no!"

Hao Lancheng, who came out of the room with a dictionary, asked about the situation and said, "A brush can't be boneless." Did you kick him into a corner? ”

Thereupon. Hao Lanshun hurried to the back of the two doors to look for it.

"Nope." Hao Lanshun shook his head, looking dejected.

"It's weird, why is there a long brush that falls to the ground?"

“…………”

Just when people were anxious to find a brush, Tian Qingqing lay on the table of the Eight Immortals under the shroud of space, using the brush just now. Dipping the remaining half bottle of ink, on a piece of white ~ pink ~ even paper, "brush brush brush" wrote something.

A double-degree college student, if you want to use a pen to express what you think, is it not easy? Although it took a little effort to imitate Hao Fumao's handwriting, it was still three times and five to two. An illustrative text of more than 100 words was quickly written.

People are still looking for brushes. And all look for the south side where the table top is sloped. Tian Qingqing had an idea and threw the brush into the shadow of the lamp on the north side of the Eight Immortals Table.

The five of them were in a hurry, and they searched no less than two or three times for every corner at the door. Everything was picked up and looked underneath. Hao Fumao even shouted "brush" and "brush", just like calling a child.

But I just can't find it.

The five of them all looked at each other with a look of surprise on their faces.

Hao Fujian remembered all kinds of strange phenomena tonight. Busy said to his eldest son Hao Lancheng: "Tell your family to quickly burn three incense sticks at the stove prince, and be willing to be willing to pray for (prayer and prayer)." ”

The reason why he said "the king of the stove is there" is because there is no statue of the god of the king of the stove on the wall above the stove. It's just a wooden board for an incense burner. This is also the shape of the time shì, every family is like this.

Hao Lancheng was about to go, but Hao Lanshun, who had returned to his original position, suddenly shouted: "Here." As he spoke, he took two steps and bent down to pick up the brush.

"Ahem, we only looked for it in the south, but we didn't expect to jump to the north." Hao Fujian said with relief.

"If you have money, you don't buy dead things, and after shouting for a long time, you won't agree." Hao Fumao humorously said.

Everyone has regained the color of nature. They all returned to their original positions and watched Hao Fumao write.

The black girl was impatient with a dog in the house, walked up to Tian Qingqing, and asked, "What, you haven't eaten enough?" In its impression, Tian Qingqing has been looking for food outside!

Tian Qingqing shook his head: "I'm full, I'm doing something." You've come just in time. ”

As he spoke, he led the black girl to the light switch in the hall, pointed to the hanging cable, and said to the black girl, "When you hear my voice later, you can pull down the pendant with your mouth." I said okay, you pull it again. Your mission is complete. ”

Although the black girl didn't understand, she nodded in agreement.

After Hao Fumao finished writing, he read it silently and carefully, and then said to the "director": "Director, you can read it to everyone." As he spoke, he handed over the written separation list.

Just when the "director's" hand was about to touch it and didn't touch it, the light went out.