Gu Qing was uncomfortable.

He is very unaccustomed to chatting with people in such a warm atmosphere, and he feels that he is participating in a bloody variety show of family searching, and the object of family search happens to be possessed by Qiong Yao.

He couldn't empathize with the bullying and grievances he had suffered in this world because he didn't know it at all. Anyway, he basically hasn't been bullied since he came, and it was the Ding brothers who were bullied.

I've been hungry for a long time and I've forgotten how to behave. Feng Aweng is honest when he says this, isn't that what human nature is? There are only a handful of people who can insist on being a good person when they are hungry, and in fact, most people are no longer human when they are extremely hungry.

Gu Qing really didn't hate these villagers, firstly, he did not have a deep understanding of their former indifference, and secondly, he understood what kind of humanity hungry people had.

Cang Liao knows etiquette, and knows honor and disgrace when he has enough food and clothing. When people are well fed and clothed, their true nature will be revealed, and they can distinguish who is born good and bad.

Gu Qing didn't care if strangers were good to him or not, he had never been treated well by the world, and he relied on himself to fight for his life, and had nothing to do with others.

Feng Aweng's undisabled leg was crossed, and it didn't seem that he was going to leave, as if he wanted to enjoy the moon with Gu Qing, Gu Qing looked at the sky, and then looked at him, his lips twitched a few times, wanting to chase away the guest.

The moon is a public resource, isn't it the same when you enjoy the moon in your own home?

"Thanks to you, the neighbors have lived a good life, Gu Qing, you are a kind baby, the neighbors are very grateful to you, in the future, the entire Shiqiao Village is a real family, closer than relatives, those children who have no father and mother, we adults take turns to take care of them, our stomachs are full, and we always have to do something."

Gu Qing didn't care, but the damn social etiquette made him have to smile: "Feng Aweng bothered, huh?" The moon in my house doesn't seem to be complete, and the moon in your house must be big and round......"

Feng Aweng frowned: "Why didn't you wake up suddenly?" Aren't all the moons the same? ”

Outside the gate of the courtyard, a sound of small footsteps came, Gu Qing sighed, the Mid-Autumn Festival is destined to be unstoppable.

This time, no one knocked on the door, the door was pushed open suddenly, and Gu Qing didn't need to look up to know that it was Song Gensheng.

This guy has been getting more and more afraid of himself lately, do you really think that if you call your father, you will be unscrupulous? It's not good or not at all.

"Gu Qing, today's Mid-Autumn Festival, my father asked me to bring a jar of wine, uh, Feng Aweng is also ...... Gensheng had met Von Aweng. "Song Gensheng behaved in a proper manner.

Feng Aweng saw the jar of wine in Song Gensheng's hand, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

"Your father's wine?"

"Yes, my father often went into the mountains to collect medicine, and by the way, he picked some wild fruits in the mountains and brewed a few jars of fruit wine......"

Feng Aweng laughed: "Come on, take the bowl, it's better to come early than to come coincidentally, the old man hasn't been drunk for many years." ”

Song Gensheng smiled bitterly, tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, he originally planned to drink and admire the moon with Gu Qing and the others, and learn from the ancients in the book to be so elegant, who knew that Feng Aweng had to mix a foot, and this jar of wine was afraid that it would not be enough for three people to drink.

However, Song Gensheng still took the bowl honestly, poured three bowls of wine, Song Gensheng raised his hands flat after holding the bowl, and faced Feng Aweng: "Gensheng is Aweng Shou, drink to win." ”

Drink it all in one gulp.

"Haha, drink wins." Feng Aweng couldn't wait to drink it all in one gulp, and took a long breath, looking very satisfied.

Gu Qing took the bowl with one hand, sniffed the smell first, and then frowned.

A rotten smell of juice, mixed with a hint of alcohol, is this really something to drink? Is the hygiene of the self-brewed wine up to standard? Have you tested for E. coli?

So Gu Qing put down the bowl and observed the two people in front of him.

Song Gensheng was curious: "Why don't you drink it?" ”

Gu Qing was calm: "You drink first, I'll brew the amount of wine first......"

If you don't drink it, I'll drink it again.

Feng Aweng and Song Gensheng drank a few more bowls, and Gu Qing saw that their faces were not red, and there was no sign of crumbling and falling down, so he carefully took a sip of the bowl.

The taste is very strange, a little sour, sweet and sour, and a hint of wine lingers on the tip of the tongue, looming.

Gu Qing frowned, this thing is also worthy of wine? It's all juice.

Is Song Gensheng's father's craft of brewing wine as touching as his medical skills?

After thinking about it, he couldn't drink dead people anyway, so Gu Qing raised his neck and drank it all.

Feng Aweng and Song Gensheng applauded together: "Happy! It's a man! ”

Gu Qing suddenly felt embarrassed, and drank a bowl of juice, do you want to add so much drama to yourself. I'll applaud you outside the hut when you're peeing another day, okay?

There was a cautious knock on the door again, and Gu Qing sighed again, feeling that he had become a small boss in the dungeon, and any player wanted to brush it......

Song Gensheng opened the door, and there were many villagers standing outside the door.

Gu Qing was stunned, put down the bowl and stepped forward, and arched his hand: "I don't know ...... neighbors."

An old man in his fifties who was missing an arm stood up and said with a smile: "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, we think that you are alone at home for the holiday, strange and lonely, we discussed it and sent you something for the festival, you don't dislike it." ”

Gu Qing took the things in the old man's hand in a daze, and like Feng Aweng, he also gave some dried fruits.

The old man held Gu Qing's wrist with his only hand, patted it, and sighed, "In the past...... It's because we are not authentic as elders, we make amends to you, you drove away the Ding family brothers, and gave us a good life, Gu Qing, you are a person of great virtue, and we have all entrusted you with your blessings. ”

Shaking his head, the old man turned around and walked away with a look of shame.

In the crowd, another villager stood up, it was a widow who had been widowed for many years, and the gifts brought by the villagers didn't seem to be creative, they were all dried fruits.

The widow handed the dried fruit to Gu Qing, smiled at him, and saw Feng Aweng and Song Gensheng sitting in the courtyard, the widow sighed and said, "It turns out that you are drinking, hey, say it earlier, you drink slowly, I'll cook some food for you, my kid hunted two pheasants on the mountain yesterday, just to give you wine." ”

After speaking, the widow turned around and left in a hurry, turning around as she walked and telling Gu Qing to drink slowly.

Gu Qing stood at the door blankly, indifferently accepting the gifts handed to him by the villagers in turn, and accepting the sincere shame and thanks of the villagers.

An unfamiliar emotion swirled in the chest, a warmth that had never been felt before.

Xiu'er and her mother were the last to step forward, and the mother and daughter squatted together towards Gu Qingwei.

Uncle Yang is a woman in her thirties, looking a little old and haggard, and she has been tortured by life a lot over the years.

"Gu Qing, thank you for taking care of our mother and daughter, because of you, our mother and daughter have a way to live, originally ...... Xiu'er plans to sell herself to a big family as a concubine, thank you......" Uncle Yang's eyes turned red and her voice choked.

Xiu'er next to her suddenly knelt on her knees and bowed to Gu Qing. Without waiting for Gu Qing to react, Xiu'er quickly got up and hid behind Uncle Yang without saying a word.

The villagers all dispersed, and Gu Qing had a bunch of dried fruits in his hand, but he still stood at the door in a daze.

The solid line of defense deep in my heart quietly cracked a crack.

Turning around and entering the house, Gu Qing picked up the wine jar with one hand, poured wine into his mouth, and when he put down the wine jar, Gu Qing was already a little drunk, and he didn't know if it was alcohol or mood.

Throwing the wine jar towards the table, Gu Qing looked up at the bright full moon, and suddenly groaned: "I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles." ”

In the past life, in this life, there is no need to be entangled, this place of peace is my hometown.