Night gradually envelops this small mountain village, and the evening grass is refreshing. The evening breeze blew on Xue Xiantu's face from time to time, and his heart was full of loneliness and loneliness.

Xue Xiantu was thinking about how many times he had dreamed of coming to the Tang Dynasty to see the legendary prosperous Tang Dynasty. But now that I have really come to the Tang Dynasty, I feel an unusual desolation.

I can't help but think of a poem by Su Shi: "Ten years of life and death." Don't think about it. Unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

Come and dream at night. Xiaoxuan window. I am dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

Under the haze of the moonlight, the hill gradually gained a sense of mystery. In the lonely evening, only the moonlight accompanies it, and the smoke from time to time in the distance is like a fairyland under the light of the moon.

My sister and Mother Xue were cooking dinner outside the house, and Xiantu was sitting at the door alone enjoying the different scenery. This was his first night in Datang, and Xue Xiantu, who had never traveled far away, began to think of his parents. But in front of them, they are just their own parents, and they can't find a little long-lost kindness.

Father Xue coughed and walked over, probably because the wind on the hill in the evening blew into his throat. Seeing that he was coughing so badly, Xiantu's heart was also full of pity.

"Xiantu, it's windy outside, you just right, go and sit in the house, and I'll call you when the meal is ready." Father Xue coughed and said to him with concern.

Through the hazy moonlight, Xiantu secretly glanced at the father. The bronzed face was covered with dust, and a cyan linen dress wrapped around the thin body, and a weak physique supported this poor family. Seeing this, Xiantu thought to himself that he must change their Yiqiē and let them live a good life.

Xiantu got up and stood up, and said to Father Xue: "Dad, are you okay, why did you cough, are you sick?" ”

"It's okay, Dad, it's an old problem, it's okay." Father Xue said indifferently.

Hearing him say this, Xiantu didn't ask anything. In fact, those words just now were just said by him with a sudden kindness, because they are not familiar with it at all!

Xiantu turned around and walked into the house, and the dark hut couldn't see his fingers. He groped his way forward, wondering why there was no sign of the candle at such a late hour. Finally touching the bench, he sat down quietly. Every time he was unhappy, he was like this, he didn't say a word, just sat quietly and thought about something.

I don't know how long I sat down, and my stomach screamed in protest. This ancient person cooked so slowly, why haven't they smelled the smell of food after so long? I was wondering when I suddenly heard a 'poof' sound, as if someone had fallen to the ground.

"Dad", "child and father", the screams of the two women completely disrupted Xiantu's thoughts. Xiantu groped out the door along the dark corner, and saw Father Xue lying on the ground shouting "Oops", as if he had tripped over something just now.

Xiantu walked forward quickly, and when he was about to help Father Xue up, he heard Father Xue say nervously: "Don't move, don't move, slow down, my waist is twisted." He and his sister carefully picked up Father Xue and slowly sent Father Xue back to his room.

looked at Father Xue, who was crying out in pain, and said reproachfully: "It's so dark, why don't you light candles." In this wilderness, it's no wonder they fall. ”

"Brother, don't say that. In order to show you that strange disease, the family's money has long been spent, where is the money to buy candles. I should have finished my meal early, but my mother wanted to improve your life, and she has been cooking in the dark until now. My sister said to Xiantu a little unhappily.

Hearing her say this, Xiantu also felt uncomfortable. But I really don't blame him, I want to tell them that I am not their son, their short-lived son has long since died, and he is just a modern white-collar worker who has traveled to the Tang Dynasty. But when they said that, they would say that he was full of nonsense, and even the doctor would say that he had amnesia.

Xiantu didn't say any more, but walked to the box in the corner by the moonlight. If he remembers correctly, there must be a flashlight in that box, which he has to carry every time he goes out, and has formed a habit for many years.

I opened the box in the faint moonlight, and as expected, I found a flashlight. A very ordinary flashlight is probably an ornament in modern times, but now here, it has to play a big role.

Turn on the flashlight and tip over the contents of the box. He wanted to find out if there were any safflower oil or other medicines in it, which were the most effective in treating bruises.

It really paid off, and I turned it inside and out and finally found it, just this red potion in a small bottle. Picking up a flashlight and walking towards them, the light shining on their stunned faces.

"Xiantu, what is this, how is it the same as the little sun." Mother Xue asked curiously, and although her sister was curious, she was already surprised by the contents of the box.

"It's a flashlight, it's for lighting, just like our candles." Xiantu explained.

"Hey, I haven't been out for a long time, when did I have such a thing outside?" Hearing Xue Mu's sigh, Xiantu's heart became magnificent again, they hadn't been out for a long time, and they had been lonely in this halfway up the mountain for so long.

Holding the safflower oil, the first figure did it to the bedside. Looking at Father Xue's sprained waist, there were patches of purple and cyan bruises. Xiantu said to Father Xue: "Dad, don't move, I'll take the medicine and wipe it for you." As he spoke, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle, poured it on Father Xue's injured waist, and wiped it vigorously.

Father Xue was startled at first, but when he heard that his son was going to give him medicine, he stopped moving. This Yunnan Baiyao brand of bone-setting medicine fruit is really effective, and in less than a quarter of an hour, Father Xue sat up and stopped crying out of pain. Mother Xue and her sister looked at Yiqiē in front of them in surprise, and they all found a problem, that is, the first picture has changed, and it is no longer the stupid son they used to be.

The happy family sat together, Xiantu wanted to sit with the family for a meal for a long time, but he never got it in modern times. Now that it's okay, Yiqiē here will give him warm family affection again, and it seems that God still favors him very much.

My sister and Xue Mu brought the meal to the table, and Xiantu was drooling and thinking about the delicious meal. Didn't my sister just tell him to improve his life? Hungry, he kept fantasizing about roasting pheasants and ducks. Just as Xiantu's saliva fell to the ground, the glow of the flashlight made him see the food on the table.

Oh my God, is that what it means to improve your life? On the table, except for the boiled white potatoes left over from eating during the day, there was only a pot of thick things, which smelled quite good. Xue Mu smiled and dug out the thick stuff with a bowl, and said to Xiantu with satisfaction: "Eat quickly, kid, isn't this the alfalfa rice you have loved since childhood?" ”

Alfalfa rice! Is there any mistake, in his time, this was all fed to cows, and now he actually takes it out as a treasure for him to eat, how can he be embarrassed to swallow it.