Chen's father braked and stopped, looked at the little old man at the door, and slowly took out a folded 1 yuan bill from the inner purse of his coat and put it in front of the little old man, the little old man frowned, his eyes rolled upward, Chen's father touched the back of his head with his hand, and put his other hand into the purse in his trouser pocket to pick it up, and finally put a few silver coins in front of the little old man's eyes, the little old man lowered his head and glanced at it, and waved his left hand: Forget it, forget it, go!

In this way, Chen's father took the yellowed book and disappeared at the end of the road with cheerful steps. Chen's father reads very slowly, a book is in his hand, he wants to read it intensively, read carefully, read it repeatedly, he resolutely opposes swallowing dates, and there is a book that is not finished, he reads it all over the place, he leaves his free time every day to read, and will set aside 1 to 2 hours of contemplation at night, at this time he will think about the people and stories around him, he wants to write, write what he knows, hears, sees, and writes out, the more books he reads, the more he increases this strong desire, he likes it very much, Zhao Shuli, Residual Blood, Ma Feng, Li Shuwei, such a writer, most of the stories they narrate take place in the countryside, with the general environment of that era as the background, depicting the changes in the countryside, people's real lives, and the pursuit and choice of love, work, family affection, and ideals in real life.

As an old farmer who has lived in the countryside for more than 40 years, land, family, and trivial things in life are the main axis throughout his life, both in the play and outside the play, and the art of life comes from life and is higher than life.

"Tomorrow can come" Chapter 9 The pomegranate that fell on the ground 2 is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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