"South-South...... South-South ...... Are you okay? No less words. Don't scare me," called an anxious old man, picking up the child, stroking it gently, and examining it.

Fang Menan closed his eyes, as if he heard his grandmother's voice, this is possible, grandma has been dead for more than eight years. Yes, she seems to be dead too, it turns out that grandma hasn't been reincarnated yet, she thought evilly.

Fang Monan opened his eyes and was stunned, the person in front of him was really a grandmother, but he was much younger. Hugged by her in her arms, held in her arms, she is so earthly, can grandma still hold it? She raised her hand, "Ah...... "It's so small, a child's hand, this thing, will people get smaller when they die."

"It hurts, don't skip words. Grandma touched the back of her head and said. "Whew...... Call...... It doesn't hurt anymore, it hurts and flies away," he said while blowing.

"Shhh...... hiss...... "Real pain, memory, she was stabbed in the neck by a robber, reached out and touched her neck, well, no scars." The back of the head, as if there is a big bag. She secretly pinched her hand again, it hurt.

She got off her grandmother, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Grandma, how old am I this year? Look at the height asked.

"Oh, almost three years old." Although I was curious about my granddaughter's desire to ask her age, she still said truthfully.

'Are you almost three years old?' Is this a dream? The pain felt so real, hearing the screams of knowing, the stuffiness in the air, it was obvious that it was summer, the scene did not have that yellowing and vague sense of nothingness, everything was so real and vivid.

She was born again, but this happened. When Fang Menan was still thinking about what was going on, he was interrupted by someone else. ’

After apologizing to her grandmother, who was standing next to her, she "snapped" "You dead child, let you take care of it, you actually, see people in the ditch in the field" She slapped the little boy next to her on the back of the head.

With tears in his eyes, he defended, "I didn't mean to, we all play in the fields again, whoever she falls from the ridge into the ditch, who lets her not"

"Ah, you're still reasonable." Seeing that the slap is coming up again.

When she wanted to do it again, she was stopped by her grandmother, "It's okay, it's okay." How can the children not knock it, and when they touch it, they don't break the skin or bleed, but they just have a swollen bag. The child grows stronger when he falls, why do you hit the child" Grandma said as she pulled the boy behind her, her hand still blocking it.

"Okay, it's okay. It's not that Nannan has woken up, and she hasn't cried anymore, let's continue to work," grandma said, pulling her and walking towards the field, "While the sky is still bright, hurry up and go to the field to pick up ears of wheat for a while" and turned the children's stones, pulled them under the tree, so cool, wait for us to leave later, this time we can't run again. ”

Stone watched as the two old men returned to the field, thinking about what had just happened. It is estimated that today I have to be honest, look at the delicate girl in this county, and reluctantly pull her under the big tree.

But he still felt unwilling and snorted. Run behind the big tree and say you want, be good, or I'll scare you with worms. "Unable to play with other children, he took a small stick and continued his journey to find bugs under the tree.

Fang Monan was stunned to see him disappear in front of her eyes, and sat obediently on the pebbles under the tree, which was probably used by other people in the field to cool off, and it was smooth and clear. She was holding her cheeks and thinking about things, she was in no mood to care about anything else now, spread her hands, the meat was whirring, small, pink and tender.

'Huh...... This is. Fang Monan looked at his hand in surprise, not just now, suddenly appeared, there was an ink-colored one on the middle finger of his right hand, not gold or jade, I don't know if it was the material, under a closer look, there was a purple streamer on it that was spinning, and its width was a bit like a thimble when my mother made a cotton jacket. Raise your hand in front of your eyes and look at it carefully, it seems to have seen it somewhere, it is familiar, where?

'Ah...... It...... It...... It's gone. It disappeared so suddenly in her hand, finger) Fang Menan should call her Grandma, similar to Grandma, except that it was not short hair, but long hair in a bun. In the era of gleaning ears of wheat and lack of food and clothing, it is estimated that I have to search for it many times and not let go of a grain of grain.

As the sun sets, the red glow in the sky gradually disappears, indicating that it is a good weather.

"Let's go, that's all for today, don't come back to this field, we've searched for it at least three times." Grandma straightened up, hammered her back, and picked up the basket full of them.

"Well, today's harvest is no. Let's go," Grandma said, looking at the basket

The two of them came to the bottom of the tree and called out to the two children, "Go, go home, eat." Your mom should be cooking. Grandma smiled and said to the little ones, very satisfied with their performance just now.

"Ah, great, go home for dinner," the stone patted his butt and ran home without looking back.

"This leather boy, I guess I'm hungry," the aunt looked at the little grandson who was gone away with a smile.

Grandma walked up to Fang Monan and put down the basket, squatted down, and patted her back. "Nannan, come to grandma's back, and we'll go home for dinner."

She looked at the big basket, and estimated that she could huddle up to fit her in, more than enough, and now the full ears of wheat were not light, and if she was carried on her back, would she still be able to walk? "I have legs, go. I grew up. She patted her chest, raised her head, and walked towards the stone.

Grandma looked at her serious little appearance and shook her head funny. "When you're tired, just keep your voice up, I'll carry you."

joking that she Fang Monan is such a big person, and she still uses people on her back, and the three of them walk on the country road.

"Hehe, Nannan has grown up and feels sorry for people." My aunt looked envious, "It's like my little grandson, just care" She has been doing farm work for a long time, walking with a basket on her shoulder, her steps are easy, but she can't stand the long way. Soon, he carried the basket with a sigh, leaned over, supported the bottom of the basket with his crotch, and walked with difficulty.

"Hehe...... your grandson is not bad, you see, Da Chengzi is here to pick you up." Grandma said with a smile.

They saw two young men running from a distance, "Mother, auntie, I'm coming." The two of them took the basket in their hands. Walk forward with ease.

"You're here," Grandma asked.

"Hey, hey, the stone ran home and said it." One of them said with a smirk.

"The wheat has been planted and is being dried, and it is very easy to live." The other continued. "It's going to take two days to order corn."

"Nannan, come to grandma and hug" Grandma's basket was picked up by them.

"Okay" Fang Monan is not the time to grind now, she forgot that she is a child now, and she is a little unbearable after walking such a long way. I saw cooking smoke not far ahead, and it was time to get home soon.

"Yo Xiao Nannan, how good today? Today, my aunt steamed the white flour buns, and the new wheat was ground into flour, which was fragrant, and we could eat it in a while. Is it good?" said Seiko teasing her. This year's year is good, try it fresh, you can't usually eat it.

"Well, my uncle eats it too." Fang Mo said sweetly, but he despised it in his heart and pretended to be tender. She lay on her grandmother's body and watched the two rural boys, who had been on the ground for a long time, and their skin was tanned and shiny, making them older than they actually looked. From their words and deeds, it can be seen that they are very simple.

Walking into the village, most of the houses on both sides of the road are low adobe houses, and in the evening, it is quite lively, the old and young men are shirtless, wearing big trousers, and tara cloth shoes. Everyone is holding a big bowl, which is some cold pickles, holding a white-flour steamed bun or a yellow nest in his hand, squatting on the ground to eat, and talking a few words from time to time. The children also joined in the fun, but the bowl was much smaller, and from the smiles on their faces and the content of the conversation, most of them were good weather this year, and the wheat harvest was not bad.

When they walked by, everyone greeted Da Chengzi and them loudly, asking how the work in the field was doing, and whether they could help, Da Chengzi smiled and declined, saying that the work in the field was almost done.

Leaving them, I continued to walk forward, and after turning a corner, I arrived home. Walking in, the yard is very large, the main house sits in the north and faces south, blue brick adobe, and large tile houses. The three rooms were very old, and you could see that half of the bricks on the walls had fallen off, and the earth in the brick joints had been washed deep by the rain. There is a tall plane tree on the left and right sides of the front of the house, and the canopy of the tree just shrouds the main house.

There are two small adobe bungalows in the east and west houses, and looking at the smoke coming from the west house, one should be a kitchen. The door of the east room was open, and a young man walked from inside, and greeted them, "Auntie, you are gone." Daddy is waiting in the house," she said, and led them to the main house, turning her head and saying to Dacheng, Daddy, put the basket in the West House, wash your hands, and then eat. ”

"Stone, go get some water for your aunt and your grandmother." She dispatched it cleanly.

Everyone washed and cleaned up briefly, and they all arrived at the main house.

Fang Monan was put on a small wooden bench by her grandmother, and the rough square table in front of her was a set dinner, steamed steamed buns, a soup with green onions, and a plate of pickled cucumbers.

She glanced around, and the house was clean, and the floor was stone powder hardened and gray. On the wall facing the door is a painting of the deputy ten marshals, and a white porcelain bust of ** is placed on the long wooden case below, and a small incense burner is placed in front. Every house is furnished like this, the standard appearance of this era.

In front of it was a slightly larger table of eight immortals, with a large iron pot, and bursts of tempting fragrance came from it.

Raising the eyes upward, the roof is very high, it is obvious that the wooden beams are very thick, there is no ceiling, the wall is whitewashed with lime, yellow, it looks like it should be brushed. On one wall hangs a palm-sized calendar, tearing one of those for a day. It clearly says that in 1981, 30 years ago, Fang Monan's eyes narrowed slightly, reminding her of the fact of rebirth again.

"Come on...... Come...... Dine. As soon as the uncle and grandfather who sat on the throne spoke, everyone began to eat.

"Come to Nannan, eat buns first." Grandma broke a small piece of steamed bun and stuffed it into Fang Monan's mouth.

Fang Monan chewed happily, he hadn't eaten such a natural food for a long time, it was very fragrant, very sweet, and the fragrance of wheat.

After she swallowed the steamed bun, she looked at her grandmother's outstretched hand, and quickly said no, I want to eat, I don't need to feed my grandmother, I want to drink soup first. She clearly expressed the will, as the saying goes: drink soup before meals, slim and healthy. This is a personal habit for her, and she will not change it easily.

"It just so happens that there's a small bowl here, I'll serve it to her." Aunt Lisuo stood up, picked up the bowl, walked to the table of the eight immortals, lifted the lid of the pot, and filled a spoonful, don't look at it as a spoonful, but it is really big enough, the small bowl is full, but it is really beneficial. "Drink slowly, don't burn it."

Fang Monan stood up, saw the bowl put down, and smiled politely and said thank you, aunt"

"This ...... This...... Hehe...... "My aunt was a little overwhelmed, and she was so solemn by such a villain."

"Yes, just now in the field, she also said that she grew up." Grandma looked at her in surprise, and her behavior was obviously different from usual.

My aunt laughed and said that the people in the city are just different. ”

When she said this, the other party, Monnan's unusual behavior, seemed to find a reasonable explanation.

'Hey...... Conditioned reflexes have become habitual. In order not to be suspected, it seems that it will be a little bit later. She reminded herself.

Everyone looked at her no problem, and there was no out-of-the-ordinary behavior, and they no longer stared at her. Only grandma nibbled on steamed buns and looked at her from time to time, for fear of burning her.

The farmer's dinner table is not so particular, there is no such thing as food and speech, and while eating, the men talk about the things in the farmland and the affairs they arrange, and of course, the eternal and trivial things in the east and west.

Coarse tea and light rice are very warm, and the air is filled with a faint happiness.

Fang Monan and the others no longer looked at her, holding the bowl in their hands with confidence, and tasted it lightly, salty, delicious, and praised without hesitation. At this time, the crops were all home-produced, with little chemical fertilizer, all farm fertilizer, and the crops were all original. Then, she took small sips, unhurriedly, and actually drank all the small bowl of soup without spilling a little, and only after drinking it did she feel a little overwhelmed.

"Mother, I'm done eating. I went out to play. Shi Shi ate a battle meal, wiped his mouth with his hands, and got up and ran out.

"Hey, you're done with your homework, and you're almost done." Aunt shouted behind him.

In rural areas, there are holidays for wheat harvest and autumn harvest, and the children of the poor are in charge of the house early, so such a half-old boy can also do some work for the family.

", wrote" The voice came from the gate, and the person was no longer visible.

After dinner, before it was dark, after cleaning up, the men went out to visit the house, and those at home took advantage of the light to start collecting the soles of their shoes, weaving coarse cloth, and not forgetting to talk about trivial things.

Fang Monan thought about the magic ring, but she couldn't look at it immediately, and her grandmother looked at her all the time. When it was completely dark, Fang Monan looked at her grandmother who was lying in the mosquito net with her after washing, speechless, it seemed that she had to sleep first and talk about it in the second half of the night. I thought I would be so excited that I couldn't sleep, but I didn't expect her to fall asleep when she lay down.

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