"Heart knot, what heart knot do I have?" Han Rui didn't understand, and said with a smile: "But curiosity, it's a little bit more than now, on the way back, when I met that person, Uncle Hao's reaction was really strange." ”

Sighing softly, Han Hui smiled and said, "It's just some old things, I'll tell Lang Jun in detail later, but just now, Lang Jun's mood seems to be different." ”

"Is there one? Han Rui asked rhetorically, lowered his head, and pulled down his spacious sleeves.

"Actually, it's not that the clansmen don't care about Lang Jun, it's just ......." Han Yan squeaked, it was very difficult to explain, this kind of thing is not easy to explain, just what? It's just that compared to Han Rui, he pays more attention to livelihood? It is true that the people regard food as the sky, and there is nothing wrong, but Han Hui didn't dare to say so, for fear of hurting Han Rui's young "fragile" heart.

"Uncle Hao doesn't need to explain, I understand." Han Rui waved his hand and said: "For the sake of my condition, the spring plowing event in the whole village has been delayed for several days, and it is very normal for the clansmen to complain a few words, I am too late to be ashamed, how can I have a knot." ”

Han Rui understood the purpose of Han Hui's coming, and when he returned to the village, the behavior of the clansmen could be described as indifferent, if it weren't for Han Hui by his side, I am afraid that even greetings would be saved, and occasionally a few words of concern, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be perfunctory.

In this regard, Han Rui thought very openly, before, he was sick all the year round, and he had not seen his clansmen a few times, so he had a feeling of alienation, and now after crossing over, not to mention, he is equivalent to strangers, so why care about their attitude.

looked at Han Rui carefully, but saw that he looked at him calmly, and for a while, Han Hui couldn't figure out whether he was sincere or insincere.

After a long while, Han Hui sighed slightly in his heart, it seems that in recent years, he has been really too busy with trivial matters, and he has not cared for Lang Jun thoroughly enough, and he can't notice his changes, and he can't even think through his thoughts, which is really entrusted by Jiulang.

"Lang Jun can think like this, naturally it is the best." Han Hui said softly.

"By the way, Uncle Hao, it seems that Uncle Qi doesn't like you very much." Han Rui smiled, and not only did he not like it, he simply treated Han Hui as an enemy, and targeted him everywhere.

That's not because of you, touching his nose, Han Hui didn't say it explicitly, but said lightly: "Actually, Qilang, he is still a good person, although his surname is irritable, but he is a straight surname, he is always outspoken when he has grievances, and he will not bully people behind his back, Ping said, when the villagers encounter injustices outside, the first person to stand up to help is him, if he can restrain his anger, I am afraid that he will be more respected by everyone, but it's a pity." ”

It's a pity, it's quite meaningful, but Han Rui didn't hear it, nodded while reaching out to cover his mouth, yawning slightly, tossing for an afternoon, and taking a hot bath, really a little tired.

"Well, Lang Jun is tired, let's rest." Han Hui smiled, stood up, walked to the front of the door, quietly opened the room fan, and suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, I hope Lang Jun will wake up early." ”

"Something?" Han Rui asked suspiciously.

"Naturally, the Spring Festival, Lang Jun is the patriarch, how can he be absent." Han Hui smiled, and without waiting for Han Rui to react, put on his shoes, closed the door gently, and walked away with slight steps.

His eyes blinked several times in a row, and the tiredness swelled up, Han Rui decided not to think about it, no matter what his meaning was, he slept enough first and then pondered slowly, and then untied the curtains in the room and fell asleep.

The next day, the sky was overcast, the east was white, and the call of night insects could be heard, and the mountains in the distance were still gray, and only the dense trees on the mountain could be vaguely seen, and after being blown by the breeze, the branches and leaves swayed and revealed a sparse light, just like the stars in the sky.

Gradually, the quiet countryside has a little more squirming movement, like the sound of getting up, with a few dog barking, for a moment, there is a slight conversation of several people, and then there is a prickly noise ...... washing pots and pans, all kinds of movements are getting bigger and bigger, whiskers, the rooster cries high, through the sky, suddenly, the morning sun breaks free from the shackles of the clouds and mist, jumps out, in an instant, ten thousand rays of light bathe the earth, like a pearl that exudes colorful light, shining.

At this time, the countryside is all around, chickens and dogs are jumping, children are crying, adults are shouting, and the ears are endless, full of hustle and bustle, the sound is like waves, rushing away, and echoing in the valley, which seems to be more lively.

In the house, Han Rui woke up in the sweet wind, dressed up slowly, pushed open the wooden lattice window, poked his head out slightly, took a deep breath, the fresh air was as moist as water, and the wisps of dew penetrated through the layers of clothes and penetrated into the skin, a burst of cold and piercing, making Han Rui can't help but shrink and tremble slightly.

Outside the corridor, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man with a clear face persuaded: "Lang Jun, the morning is cold and the humidity is very heavy, so add more clothes." ”

“…… Ford. Han Rui instinctively called out and greeted with a smile: "Come in." ”

Pushing sideways, Ah Fu stepped forward, holding the steaming warm water in the basin in his hand, and a dry towel on his shoulder, he put the basin very quickly, walked to the window, stretched out his hand to lock the window completely, turned around and complained: "Langjun, you are not well, you can't blow the wind ......." ”

Washing his face, Han Rui laughed and said vaguely: "Ah Fu, my illness has been cured." ”

"That's not going to work out, and ...... again and again, phew." After slapping his mouth, Ah Fu repented and confessed: "The wind blows, the gods are above, just when I didn't say anything." ”

"Okay, God is very busy, I'm afraid I don't have time to pay attention to you." Wiping his face with a dry towel, Han Rui asked, "Ah Fu, are you ready to start the spring festival?" ”

Ah Fu said: "It's about to start, the housekeeper told Lang Jun to hurry up." ”

"Well, let's go."

Putting the towel on his hand, Han Rui tidied up his clothes a little, and walked towards the hall with Ah Fu.

Obviously, the Han family also attaches great importance to the spring festival, and the eaves and walls of the house are all covered with red and hung colors, especially when they see Han Rui appearing, they immediately light the firecrackers, and they crackle, one, two, and three rings...... There was no series of films, and when Han Rui felt strange and walked into the hall, he was immediately stunned.

Han Hui was dressed differently from before, wearing a square hat on his head, a loose robe on his body, a yin and yang fish printed on his chest, and a gossip diagram drawn behind him, just holding a bell in his hand, otherwise he would be a monk and a Taoist priest.

Holding back a smile, Han Rui asked, "Uncle Hao, who are you?" Can't you think about anything, you want to become a monk? ”

"Of course, I'm afraid that the Taoist temple will not be able to tolerate it." Waving the sleeves of his robe, with the momentum of a fairy, Han Hui said a joke, and suddenly his forehead wrinkled slightly: "It's Lang Jun, it seems inappropriate for you to dress like this." ”

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