"If your house is not demolished, it will be a dangerous house." Xu Tiantian walked on the field, and the soil under his feet cracked into polygonal squares, under the illumination of such a warm sun, presented. Yellow. White. Hue. The shape is a bit like the surface of a football.

"It's different, I won't cover it after dismantling, which is equivalent to nothing."

"That's true, concave, even if you don't have a house and land, you don't have a place to stay, and the transportation is inconvenient, I guess you won't come back in the future."

"Well, we really don't build high-rise buildings in this place, and we don't have much development value, so we just demolished it. Permit. It's good if we build it again, the money we originally gave was not much, so let's give some spiritual thoughts, who cares about this money now. Zhu Jia nodded and said.

"It's the same over there, the old folks in the village didn't use WeChat originally, and many of them didn't even have a phone before they went out, and after the demolition, many of them basically didn't contact them for the rest of their lives."

"I guess I can't get in touch, the previous generation was terribly poor, and our generation has to do everything by itself, and sometimes I feel very tired living outside."

Xu Tiantian glanced at him, this young man looked a bit like a senior with her senior at this time, and he was very enthusiastic about people, but from the feeling of getting along with him, he was very simple and sincere to people, but she felt that he was a little mysterious, which made her want to talk to him more, unlike some men she met before, who felt tired of talking to him more.

"Is that the feeling of floating?"

"Where? I went to graduate school over there, and most of my connections were over there, so you'll understand later. When Zhu Jia said this, the two of them had already walked to the incense house of the second uncle's house.

Before he arrived at the door, Zhu Jia smelled an unusually choking smell of chili peppers, and the second uncle in the incense house was stir-frying, and the spatula made a banging sound when it touched the iron pot.

Xu Tiantian was choked and hurriedly turned his face to the side that deviated from Zhu Jia, tilted his head, 'Ah Che', and after a beating, her tears flowed. Full. The eye sockets, but not the end, 'Ah Che', she sneezed again, and when Zhu Jia looked at her, her eyes were red.

"You cook here." Before she could finish speaking, 'Ah Che', "It's so choking, I. Accept. No. She felt that after these sneezes, she even felt her body. False. A little weaker.

At this time, she had already walked a few steps out with her back to the incense houses, and she held back a sneeze she was about to make just now, but it was not comfortable, it was better to hit it.

"How are you?" Zhu Jia said that in fact, he also kind of wanted to fight.

"Let me take my time." She held out her right hand behind his back to stop him, and now the tears in her eyes had flowed down her cheeks to her lips, and they were immediately cooled by the blowing wind, and she sipped it lightly, and there was a faint ., salty, wet, and smell.

There is a reddish-brown three-wheeled electric car parked on the right side of the door, the tires are stained with a layer of mud, the countryside is hemp, there is mud and soil everywhere, and there is still relatively little cement on the ground.

It was five or six meters from the front of the second uncle's incense house to the small garden, and the broken bricks were paved, but they had already been buried in a layer of ash. White. Dry. In the mud.

The sunlight was quite strong at this time, and when the dense and broad leaves of the camphor tree above fell to the ground, there were gusts of cool wind blowing, and the shadows of the leaves on the ground shook from time to time, making him feel like returning to the time when he was enjoying the shade under the tree with a group of friends in the summer before.

"Your second uncle's house is as big as your pigsty." Xu Tiantian said that she was standing at the entrance of the pigsty at this time, and she had to lower her head half a year to be level with the top, and the sunlight shone directly through the collapsed beams for most of the space.

On the beam at the top of the pigsty, a spider web connected to most of the pigsty, inclined to the masonry of a layer of moss laid down the front and bottom, weaving the whole space, in this wind-blown environment, shivering, shivering, shivering, still very strong, even the forehead she had just reached into seemed to be covered with a layer of spider silk.

She hurriedly retreated and took off the spider silk on her forehead with her hand: "Your family is really the purest rural appearance, and we can't see it if we want to." She glanced at the young man standing in the doorway, he was standing on a slightly sloping piece of cement masonry, and she felt that he was so tall.

"The vegetables are almost cooked, you guys come in first to eat." The second uncle bowed half of his body and was serving the food on the table, and he also glanced out the door.

"Every day, hurry up and help serve the food." Zhu Jia said to the girl standing next to the pigsty, she was looking at the old man, the mother, the chicken, looking for food in the land with a thick layer of leaves. Chicken. Claw. Child. Stepping on a dry leaf also cracked the surface.

"Here we are." She didn't expect Zhu Jia to have this request for her, she used to rarely serve food at home, and when she stood up, she glanced at this man in surprise, but still walked in.

"It's okay, just sit down and eat, I'll serve it." The second uncle was a little anxious when he said this. It's not good to stand there every day and do it, it's not good not to do it, she looked at Zhu Jia with some embarrassment.

"Jiajia, you go to the room and bring some stools." The second uncle said to Zhu Jia.

"Okay." When Zhu Jia entered the room, there was a small color TV, which was the kind with a long back, and it was also covered with a flower cloth to block the ash, and some miscellaneous small objects were placed on it.

The floor was concrete, but covered with a layer of dry white earth.

The countryside is already quiet, and it is better to be in a house than a hall. It was cloudy, cool, not a bit, and there was a sound outside for a while. The rooster is even more clearly heard here. He used to want to sleep when he heard this sound at noon.

The room was dark, and as he remembered more than ten years ago, he was a little hesitant whether to move this stool with mosquito coils burned on it and a few bent marks or the stool with rain boots.

"There aren't a lot of benches in the room, so just move two out." The second uncle brought another bowl of vegetables and shouted inside.