The small boat floated down with a big river, and the wheat land on the shore was getting farther and farther away, and the old eagle was still sitting firmly on the bow of the boat, hanging the fishing line, and his eyes were floating with the hook.

Ying Long stood at the stern of the boat, facing the rising sun, bathed in the soft river breeze, and holding the penny one by one.

Ku Jing'er held the rouge powder box, and she suddenly got out of the cabin, looked in the direction of Mai Guyuan, and bowed, a few tears fell into the powder box, wet the wind, and wet the rouge.

Ke'er walked out of the cabin together, draped a white fox wool robe over her, and said, "Sister, don't be so sad, you can come back from time to time!"

The tears in Jing'er's eyes were wiped dry by Jiang Feng, she knew that from now on, the years would flow like water, and this piece of wheat fragrance would only appear in a dream, she hugged Ke'er on the side tightly, and choked up: "I won't lie anymore." ”

Ke'er naturally didn't understand this sentence, she listened to the wind howling, looking at the vague riverside, she was nostalgic for the soft glutinous cakes and steaming noodles on that land, maybe she would never eat them again, which was enough to add a sense of melancholy.

Ying Long plunged down, looked at the water and sky of the river, and said lightly: "It's windy on the river, go back to the cabin."

Ke'er half-dragged Jing'er into the cabin, but Jing'er insisted on taking one last look, and with a "click", the door in the cabin closed.

The wind on the river was stronger, and the little schooner flew through the waves like a nimble white gull, and the old eagle felt cold, and wrapped the broken fox's fur tighter, exposing only one head and one fishing rod.

The boat was going down the river, drifting for a few days, the climate was humid again, Ying Long bathed in the warm breeze, looked at the swallow dance warbler song, the paper kite was all over the sky, and said: "It's Jiangnan!"

Jing'er poked out her head and beckoned Ying Long to dock the boat, the boat crashed into the wet mud on the shore, the old vulture raised her eyes, and landed lightly on the shore, the fishing line in her hand turned, all wrapped around the fishing rod, turned her head and said with a smile: "It's here, yo, is this Jiangnan? It's really a good view!"

Ying Long laid the plank, Ke'er ran down in a hurry, knocked down the old vulture eagle's broken fox fur, happily popped out of his head, stared at curious eyes, and said, "Jiangnan!"

Jing'er threw the white fox fur into the river, watching the snow white being soaked in the river, and her sad and depressed mood also died at the bottom of the river, she lifted her long hair, slowly walked off the boat, looked at the bright spring sun, and smiled knowingly: "It's time to go ashore." ”

Ying Long diligently locked the cabin, tied the tent, took a deep breath, and asked, "Where are you going next?"

Jing'er walked in front silently, Ying Long hired a carriage in the town, the horse driving was thin and small, and it was quite difficult to pull a few people, Ying Long looked at its pitiful appearance, and couldn't bear to whip it, and the horse didn't want to make progress, and pulled the cart and walked to a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

A few delicate bamboo huts are scattered among the paddy fields, the sleeping ploughing oxen in the long grass "moo", the birds in the woods fly up, and a few rice frogs crawl on the leaves, watching these guests from afar.

Kujing'er walked to the entrance of a village, looked at a group of children playing at the entrance of the village, she poked her head and shouted, "Kujing, are you there?"

Among the group of children, they raised a small head, opened their ignorant eyes, held a branch in their hands, and on the other side were empty sleeves, and said with a smile: "Sister, are you back?"

Kujing'er took Ku Thorn into her arms, gently held his forehead, and said, "Of course it's my sister." ”

Bitterthorn's eyes were white, and his two little hands groped his sister's face, and then he smiled innocently, and said, "Sister, I can't see clearly, but don't worry, I remember your appearance, and there are-" He took his sister's hand and walked towards the village, and said as he walked: "There are a few more piglets in the family, I go out to pick pigweed every day, and I can cook rice, although it is not very fragrant, but I am always hungry, sister, I am not unbelievable, I was just painting your appearance, I forgot to show you, I will paint another one another day." ”

Kujing'er turned her head and smiled apologetically, and said to Kujing: "Today, my sister will cook for you, and I have found an elder brother, a sister, and a grandfather, they will help you treat your eyes, and they can also help you connect your arms, you can thank them for going." ”

Bitter Thorn bowed slightly towards a few vague figures in front of him, poured out a thank you, and then hugged Kujing'er again, and said, "Sister, what are you going to eat at noon today, those piglets are still very small, don't eat them." ”

Ke'er walked on the side of Bitter Thorn, reached out and touched his little head, and said with a smile: "You have a younger brother, and I don't have one!"

Bitterthorn dodged Ke'er's hand and shrank on the other side of Bitter Thorn, looking at the strange girl with a pair of winching eyes.

Kujing'er bent over, rubbed Kuthorn's face, put her forehead on his forehead, and doted: "This is also a sister, you should call it sister." ”

Bitterthorn shook his head, put his face on Kujing'er's skirt, and said, "I only have one sister to you. ”

A group of people walked and came to the bamboo building.

Pushing open a small door, a few chickens in the yard are playing one by one, and in a fence wall in the corner, two little piglets push each other, burying their heads in a simple stone trough, "purring, purring" and eating.

Bitterthorn held a large bundle of pigweed and piled it up in the stone trough, and the two piglets were happily vying to have their fill, and the chickens were also around Bitterthorn, flapping their wings, and staring at his every move.

Kujing'er glanced at the bamboo building, sighed slightly, and said, "Kujing, you lead the guests to the house, and my sister goes to cook." ”

Bitterthorn nodded, set up a group of chickens, and said to the three figures in their eyes, "Come with me, be careful of the chickens under your feet, they will hatch eggs when they grow up, if you trample them to death, there will be no eggs to eat." ”

Ying Long and Ke'er looked at each other and smiled, followed the bitter thorn up the stairs, pushed open the door, there were not many things in the huge room, only two beds, a bamboo table against the bed, the room was clean and tidy, at first glance, it was carefully cleaned, a pen and inkstone on the table and a few crooked paintings, Kujing ran over, folded the portraits one by one, and stuffed them into the drawer.

The house seemed to receive few guests, there was no chair, the old eagle was peaceful, sat down on the ground, Ke'er was about to sit on the bed, bitter thorn hurriedly called out to her, said: "That's my sister's bed, you sit on this bed, it's mine." ”

Ying Long leaned in front of the window, his eyes cast out, looking at the women weaving frames and weaving cloth in twos and threes, and several men repairing farming tools, and bursts of cooking smoke rose.

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