"I got married next month, she is a local, she is married for the second time, I am married for the second time, she looks average, she is very considerate. We have been living together for seven years, starting from my first year in Phnom Penh. She's a few years older than me, and she didn't plan to get married, huh...... You can see it, you can't cover your stomach! The fat man with a wrinkled face extinguished a cigarette butt and lit one with a focus on it, smiling helplessly.

"Hmph...... bearded man smiled as he pandered.

"We're all past retirement age, I really don't want to delay people, who the knows that a woman is almost fifty and can still get pregnant!" The fat man laughed again.

The bearded man looked at the dishes between the two of them, smoking a cigarette in a daze.

"I always thought you and Luo Neng were together."

The bearded man laughed out of his nose and shook his head.

"Lok is a good woman, I go to Siem Reap once a year to see her. The restaurant is getting bigger and bigger, and the business is booming! Capable and will come to things, what a good mother-in-law, but you are not rare! The fat man nodded at the beard and glared.

The conversation fell silent, and the music in the hotel defused the two of them

“mybodyisacage，etakehate'regiven。 justbecauseyou'veforgotten，thatdon'tmeanyou''mlivinginanage，stillturninginthenight，''mlivinginanage，realizingyou'，setmyspiritfree，setmybodyfree……”

After a few minutes, the fat man spoke: "It's good if you want to stay here, even if you stay a little longer, and I'll show you around." The people here are simple, the people are very welcoming, and it is suitable for the elderly. The street I went to yesterday was full of foreigners, from all over the world, all kinds of food, all kinds of languages, all kinds of skin colors, I go there every night after dinner, and I still speak a few words of English - hello, hello, homuch, homuch, onedollar, onedollar...... Hahaha......"

The two men grinned softly in the smoke and laughed silently.

"How is it in the country?"

"Heh—I don't know." The bearded man closed his eyes and shook his head with a smile.

"I don't care anymore, I used to think about making money and going back, but now the children are about to land! I think I'll ...... later It's probably going to end up here! ”

The conversation was interrupted again, and in the smoke the two men bowed their heads, and the sad and slow old song continued the two conversations.

“noi'moldiameathered，forourfathersandegoforthelost。 ，iillbeinthesea，henegetthere……”

"I always thought you were a good mix." After a long time, the fat man held his chin.

"Humph!" The bearded man shook his head and pursed his lips.

"I also understand that the mainland is not easy to mix now, not as good as before. Twenty years ago, gold was everywhere, and a factory was opened and immediately made money - processing fabrics, making dish soap, and OEM shoes; Ten years ago, it wasn't bad, but anything related to mobile phones and computers, even if you resell a chip or charger, you can make a lot of money! Right now? The tide is over. These forty years of development have overdrawn the next forty years, and the nouveau riche used to earn is now almost sprinkled. In the past four or five years, the pace of the country has slowed down significantly, and there is no loophole to exploit except for engaging in financial fraud and defrauding the original nouveau riche. It's really hard for us business owners to mix, and we can still pick up some leaks and make some money here! ”

"Hey......" the bearded man closed his eyes and nodded.

"You've got to hold on! I always feel that seeing you this time is very different from before, as if you are a different person! Brother doesn't like to see you like this! Who hasn't experienced losing money in business? Who hasn't been here a few times to reopen and buy flower baskets? I asked you to come to Cambodia to find a way, look at your decadent appearance! Depressed and unhappy...... Oops, it's not in a state at all! ”

"Huh...... bearded man grinned, his eyes empty.

allaroundmearefamiliarfaces，

wornoutplaces，ornoutfaces.

ightandearlyfortheirdailyraces，

goingnohere，goingnohere.

andtheirtearsarefillinguptheirglasses.

noexpression，noexpression.

hidemyheadiannadronmysorro.

notomorro，notomorro.

andifinditkindoffunny，

ifinditkindofsad.

thedreamsinhichi'mdying，

arethebesti'veeverhad.

ifindithardtotellyou，

('cause)ifindithardtotake.

whenpeoplerunincircles，

it'saveryverymadworld……

After a burst of music, the fat man broke the silence again: "I saw you here a few times ago, I was in the group, and I immediately replied to me, to make sure it was not you, hum hahaha......" The fat man intends to fulfill a fate.

"Hah...... When you have time, introduce her to a better person. The bearded man raised his eyes, as if entrusted, and as if he was explaining.

"Introduced! I can't look at it. Thinking about you! You- you really don't see her anymore? It will be Siem Reap at two o'clock. "The fat man is like praying for something.

"Nope."

The two men sighed separately, and the smoke was hazy.

holdanotherhandhilethehand`sstillithoutatool

dronintoeyeshilethey`restillblind

lovehilethenightstillhidestheitheringdan

firstdayofloveneveresback

apassionatehour`sneveraastedone

theviolin，thepoet`shand，

everythaingheartplaysyourthemeithcare

kiss，hileyourlipsarestillred

whilehe`sstillsilentrest

……

"Ah...... Have you eaten enough? The fat man asked in the smoke.

"It's full." The bearded man squinted and nodded.

"Let's go, then." The fat man extinguished his cigarette.

"Let's go." The bearded man also extinguished his cigarette.

The two carried the bearded man's luggage, got out of the hotel, got into the van, and headed straight for the airport. Silent all the way, there seems to be no other topic except reminiscing about the past, arriving at the airport, passing the security check, the two said goodbye.

"That...... Brother will send you here. ”

"Well, thank you, Lao Li." The bearded man faced the fat man directly, and his eyes were sincere and deep.

"Hey...... If you have difficulty speaking, my brother now has nothing but a few spare money, if you have a good project, remember to let me know, I will be a major shareholder, you will make money for me! ”

"Hehe......" The bearded man looked to the side and sneered coldly.

"Don't make a face! Where did the shrewd and capable boss go before! I can't see you like you now! The fat man pretended to be angry and kept patting the bearded man on the shoulder, trying to lift his spirit.

"Rest assured!" The bearded man squeezed his eyes and patted the fat man on the shoulder.

After a long silence, the fat man spoke: "I'm old...... After sixty, my health is really not good. I don't know if I can ...... in the future You can go back! In the future, I will return to China and have nowhere to stay, so I have to look for you! How can I contact you like this! The fat man crossed his hands on his hips, and his eyes were red.

"Don't, don't!" The bearded man lowered his head and took the fat man's hand.

The two shook hands tightly, like customers who met at one time in the neighborhood. The middle-aged man said goodbye, and only shook hands and shook hands tightly.

"Alright, alright! Let's go, let's go! The fat man wiped away his tears and waved his hand, motioning for him to go.

"I'm leaving, Brother Li, take care." The bearded man finished, let go of his right hand, lifted the bag on the ground, and strode towards the terminal. When he walked ten meters away, he didn't forget to look back and wave to the fat man with a slight smile. After the bearded man disappeared in the crowd, the fat man pinched his nose and went back. This goodbye should be no goodbye.

This bearded man is Ma Xingbang.

The fat man's name is Li Pingyi, and he was Ma Xingbang's neighbor when he first came to Dongguan. Their relationship began in 2013, when Xingbang, who had just moved in, was ambitious and worked all day to set up a new graphite processing plant. The fat man was originally a professional electrician of China Southern Power Grid, with a wife and children, and a happy life. When his son was five or six years old, he often taught his children to change lamps, disassemble electrical appliances, and play with wires, so that children were never afraid of electricity. One year, there was a lot of water on the road through the typhoon, and no one dared to cross the street when the telephone pole was electrified, and the old Li son, who had just entered the first year of junior high school, was not afraid of death and did not listen to persuasion to go home with his schoolbag dripping water, and he was electrocuted to death in three seconds on the spot. Since then, Lao Li's temperament has changed greatly, blaming his wife all day long for why he doesn't pick up his children from school, and Lao Li's wife also scolded him for not teaching his children to play with electricity. After a long war between husband and wife, grief and anger exhausted energy and feelings, Lao Li soon quit his job, left his wife to move, and started his own business after moving.

When Ma Xingbang first dated Lao Li, Lao Li just divorced because his wife cheated on him, because his wife couldn't stand his indifference and reprimand. Two middle-aged singles who started a business at the same time hit it off, and Lao Li gave a lot of help and suggestions in the process of opening a factory in Ma Xingbang. Later, the old industrial park where Lao Li's factory was located was to be demolished, and Lao Li had no choice but to move the factory. After moving once, the business was suddenly cold, so he had to close the door, and when the factory moved the land for the second time, Lao Li also moved away with the factory.

Later, Lao Li wanted to go to Southeast Asia to open a factory, where the rent is cheap, the market is emerging, the labor wages are low, and the consumption is low. Xingbang thought that he was just chatting casually on the phone, but he didn't expect Lao Li Zhen to open a vermicelli factory in Phnom Penh, and the business was not bad. In the past few years, I have often heard Lao Li exposing his life - Phnom Penh has power outages and food stops, he learned to cook curry rice, he bought a second-hand building with a swimming pool, he was cheated by local gangsters for tens of thousands, and he invested in a Chinese restaurant in Siem Reap...... This time I came to Cambodia to see Lao Li full of spring breeze, and Xingbang was very happy. As for what he came to Cambodia for, it doesn't matter anymore.

Fall, who is it?

On the plane, Ma Xingbang kept recalling Luo's appearance - 1.75 meters tall, slender figure, elegant posture, slightly curly short hair, smiling lips, square face, wrinkled back of hands, and soft arms...... Lao Li's mouth is two years older than himself. Luo Fanghua, a native of Guangdong, got a little compensation after her Chaoshan husband cheated on her, and she started her own business by relying on compensation. After the demolition of the industrial park in the same place as Lao Li, Fanghua also went to Cambodia not long after. At that time, Fanghua often invited them to eat dumplings, drink, sing, and visit clubs, and the three years of knowing Fanghua were the happiest time for Xingbang to wander abroad. However, the falling flowers are intentionally ruthless, Fanghua is naked, and Xingbang has no intention of accepting. He hadn't recovered from his past wounds, even if it had been many, many years. Has he thought about Fanghua all these years? Of course! However, the story is out of context, and there is no reason to continue it. How about meeting each other? A story destined to have no ending, it is better to stop at the best part and the most appropriate place.

So, where is the next stop?

I was very embarrassed in Chongqing a while, and I was very sad in Southeast Asia recently. Ma Xingbang, who has no intention of business, is not going to Phnom Penh to find opportunities, but to see his only confidant old friend. Ming landed in Guangzhou, and the exhausted Ma Xingbang planned to take the car back to Shaanxi. It's been a long time since I've seen my brother prosperous, and I miss the noodles he made a little bit, as well as the old sofa at home, the warm stove, and the narrow windows.

Today is November 17, 2019, the twenty-first day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar. Today, it is advisable to decorate, get married, enter the house, obtain a certificate, break ground, get engaged and buryed, and avoid moving, making a bed, breaking the ground, accepting livestock, migrating, logging, building a house, and seeking medical treatment. At seven o'clock in the morning, the old horse tore up the old yellow calendar and prepared to clear the tobacco warehouse, fill the tobacco powder, and smoke the pot. It was an hour late today, Xu was cold, Xu was the sleeping effect of cold medicine, lit the fire and was about to smoke, when he heard Gui Ying come out of the room.

"What? Still at work today? Isn't the meeting over yet? The old horse asked in surprise.

"No, the last one today."

"Come back early after you're done, the baby has been yelling at you recently."

"Not today, I have to send away a lot of customers today, and I'm busier than the first two."

"Hey...... Na...... You can call her at noon. The old horse pouted and looked helpless.

Last night, I slept very well under the escort of alcohol, and I was in a good mood when I got up refreshed this morning, but listening to the old man, Gui Ying was moved and uncomfortable, and said, "I know! If...... If you can't coax it, send it to her dad and let her dad coax her. ”

"Don't worry about it, do your business!" The old horse squeezed his eyes and raised a wisp of green smoke.

"The exhibition is over today, and then three and a half days are over, and then four holidays, and then I will accompany her well." Gui Ying is in the air.

"You and the baby, what's the use of me? Yang'er was obviously a little unhappy. ”

"Aren't you her kindergarten classmate (Fang Qitao) coming to play at home?"

"After two or three plays, the parents picked them up."

"It's really not good to look for Zhou Zhoubei!"

"I have interest classes every week! Look at you, you don't know anything! The old horse glanced at Gui Ying.

"I'll be right back when I'm done in the evening."

"Oh yes! Who sent you back last night? The old horse looked at Gui Ying with wary eyes.

"Uh...... Colleagues! ”

"Eating and drinking with colleagues, as for drinking so much?" The old horse frowned.

"I didn't drink much." Gui Ying argued.

"Hey...... How big are you? I don't know what my body is? Drunk like that cowardly and ruined your body, you were so drunk that even the flesh on your waist was exposed-aren't you ashamed? Not afraid of jokes? Boy's dad is so idle that he has nothing to do outside, why don't you call his dad when you're too drunk and ask outsiders to send you back, forty-year-old people, see if you can do this! Hum! The old horse snorted, his face full of resentment. sighed, and complained that when he opened his mouth, he always spoke in the traditional way of suppressing and reprimanding.

Gui Ying sighed and said, "Oops...... Got it, got it! "I turned around and packed up, and when I was done, I dressed up and went to the exhibition.

The old horse sighed a few times, dispersed his anger, and the two dolls made up for sleep, and he was bored by himself, so he took his mobile phone to play. As soon as I turned on my phone, I found that Zhong Neng had posted a lot of pictures in their hometown party WeChat group at nine o'clock last night, which were photos of snow on the wall taken by his daughter-in-law when she went home for funeral. Lao Ma looked through them one by one, and several of them actually recognized which corner of the village his daughter-in-law was taken in. Is there anyone in Duanjia Town who is more familiar with the appearance of each village than him? If there is, it is either in the ground or almost in the ground.

replied to the message with voice, looked for a good show, added a cigarette, and the old horse squinted. Suddenly glanced at the old yellow calendar on the balcony wall, it is the twenty-first day of October in the lunar calendar, the beginning of winter last Friday, and the snow (solar term name) next Friday, the old man bit the cigarette holder and pondered, and said to himself: "The beginning of winter is in October, the snow is tightly sealed, the snow is on the stubble, the winter solstice is not on the boat, the cold is close to the wax moon, and the cold is all year." Oops, the snow fell just right this year. "Presumably, everyone in the family is wearing thick cotton jackets, look at yourself, the old man snorted a laugh from his nose.

When he first came to Shenzhen, there was no winter in Shenzhen, he was wearing a down jacket on the upper half of his body and bare legs on the lower half of his body in winter, and the old horse didn't believe it at all. Look at it now, the season has passed the beginning of winter, and I only put on the long pants that Zhiyuan bought after I caught a cold this time. When he first got up, Tsai Zai's sleek limbs, belly, and chest were not covered outside, and the first two rains cooled down the boy who was still wearing a school uniform and shorts, and Gui Ying also showed his legs and arms when he went out this morning, and the old horse couldn't help but sigh: The space is shifting, and the weather is chaotic, as if time is in chaos.

"Three waits for the beginning of winter - one waits for the water to start the ice; Second, the ground begins to freeze; The three pheasants enter the water as a mirage. ”

Lao Ma vacated the cigarette holder and recited the three waits of the beginning of winter, this is the time to memorize the knowledge that Mr. wants to hit the palm, it is the time law of the annual cultivation of the people of the wall after growing up, and it is also the "Taixuan Sutra" - "Seventy-two Candidates" of the agricultural society that has been passed on for six or seven hundred years! It's a pity that it's useless. Times have changed, the situation of cold to minus twenty or thirty degrees Celsius every year in the early winter has disappeared in recent years, and the newspapers are caused by air conditioning and Chengsheng cars, and the old horse can't figure it out, only knowing that the climate has indeed changed, and it has become different from the previous fifty years. There is less rain, more drought, no cold, and the beginning of summer early......

Industrialization has forced human life out of the season, and people no longer need to obey anything, because they are about to be left without observance, because the rules and rhythms of time have been broken. The traditional way of life may not be perfect, but that kind of life makes you happy, and makes people who are as attached to the land, the rare sunshine, and the joy of seeing the dead trees sprout and feel happy.

"Full of three waits: one waits for the bitter vegetable show, the second waits for the grass to die, and the third waits for the wheat autumn solstice."

The old horse unconsciously blurted out the three marquis. Every year at the height of the yang, the wheat is ripe and people begin to harvest. In those years, the villagers' awe of him was somehow due to his accurate grasp of the seasonal climate. It's ridiculous that I still want to teach the solar term song and climate tricks to Yangyang to sing! What's the use? All the rumors about the solar terms Lao Ma has always regarded it as a magic weapon, and the book of nature that he has confirmed for decades is useless here. Don't be in the city, now there are very few people who grow wheat in the township, and the planting rules of different regions and different soil qualities are also very different.

It's like the sun and moon in the pot, and the whole thing in his sleeves, Lao Ma can't remember what he did in the five months he came to Shenzhen? This is not the case in Tunli, what do farmers do every month with land as evidence, and time as evidence, and which farmer who is a little longer does not know the relationship between work and season, the secret of growth and time?

I don't know when the old peasants began to sleep after 11 o'clock at night, and rushed to seize time in the morning. Time, like a big house and a big truck in the city, people try to stuff things into it, and when they arrive in the village, time becomes a gallery, and it is not uncommon for people to stuff anything into it, because the gallery that casts the shadow of all things has no end - it can also be filled and the ground can accommodate it. In the city time is money, in the countryside time is only time.

"The sun turns in the beginning of spring, the rain is along the river, the crows are stinging, the spring equinox is dry, the Qingming is busy planting wheat, and the valley rain is planting the fields; Lixia goose feathers live, full of finches to all, mango seeds open the shovel, summer solstice does not take cotton, the summer is not hot, the heat is three; The beginning of autumn is busy, the summer is moving, the white dew smoke is on the shelves, the autumn equinox does not give birth to fields, the cold dew is not cold, and the frost has changed......"

The secret of time is on the earth, but people have sealed the earth with cement and high-rise buildings. No dynasty would dare to autopsy and throw time under a dungeon like it did now. Diverse charm, leisurely beauty, agreed brilliance, seasonal culture, regional customs, and climate habits...... All the miracles born of time gradually fade away with the concealment of time. The swallows return, the worms wriggle, the autumn leaves are bleak, and the winter snow is covered...... Time no longer has magic, for this is a cursed place. Human life has lost its beauty, human eyes can no longer appreciate it, human ears no longer return to peace, people are shrouded by the efficiency of machines, endless worries, collective anxiety, herd blindness, unavoidable comparisons, shackled choices, the past is amnesia, the future is panic, this is the curse of time.

So, what is time?

Time is a parameter used by human beings to describe the process of material movement or the occurrence of events, and the determination of time depends on the law of periodic changes of matter that is not affected by the outside world. When the movement of matter is abnormal, time no longer has reference significance; When events happen chaotically or quickly enough to be recorded, time doesn't make sense. When we think of time as just a parameter or system that measures the motion of the earth, then it will be reduced to the same level as the units of measurement such as length, width, depth, etc., so that time is no longer a golden rule, but a tool at our fingertips—a wrench, a driver, or a shovel—when we need it. In contemporary times, perhaps time has been reduced to such a position.

In the forming, in the formation of the earth—why did the ancient people's understanding of time naturally combine the time on the ground with the changes on the earth? Why are there so many literati who write poems for time? In all dynasties, why did the common people give countless norms of words and deeds behind each solar term? Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, why do mortals attach sacrifices, gods and beliefs to the major nodes of time?

It had been a long time since he had farmed, and the old man was uncomfortable, his bones were stiff, and his muscles were weak. I have to change the city, and the old horse's understanding and use of time are no longer consistent with those in the township, and the resulting living habits, rules of work, and way of thinking are also different from those of the past 70 years. The old peasant never tried to change anything, he was just submissive or assimilating, and obedience and integration were more important than spontaneous change.

"Where am I?" The woman muttered to herself.

By the way, I'm going to work, and I've already called her from there. She ran all the way with her bag, and she didn't dare to stop because her stomach hurt. When she arrived at the place, she found that she had gone wrong, and she was in a hurry. Suddenly learned that her son had been beaten again, and the beating was very serious, and the woman was so angry that she strode towards her home, and she wanted to pick up and kill people on the way. On the way, I met my sister, and my sister complained that she was always hesitant and caused the child to be injured, and my sister blamed her for all the faults now, and the woman was a little aggrieved, squatting on the ground and crying bitterly...... Suddenly, her daughter patted her on the shoulder and comforted her, she didn't go to college, she started working to earn money. The woman was angry, angry at why her daughter made her own decisions and didn't discuss with herself, angry at why her daughter gave up her good future, angry at her own inability to make her daughter have to be like this......

Many emotions were mixed together, and the woman woke up in a rapid heartbeat. It turned out to be a dream, Bao Xiaoxing gasped. When I opened my eyes, I was left with only myself and a baby in the room, the warm stove was in front of me, and the hot kang was under me, recalling the dream just now, the woman was shocked. Asking for something to dream, or fearing something, often the situation in the dream is like a pack of wolves chasing her, oppressing her anxious. After taking a breath of air, my mood gradually calmed down.

When I look at my watch, it's half in the morning, and when I return to my hometown, Hyosung always wakes up late and sleeps deeply. This is the sister-in-law's room, last night with the sister-in-law, Wei Chip's daughter-in-law, haha and haha's sister for more than three months slept on a big kang, which was particularly warm. Bao Xiaoxing put on his coat, moved to Haha's sister, and gently stroked the baby's hand. Bao Jiayuan is the girl's maiden family, her own maiden family, and the baby's maiden family in the future. Thinking of this, Hyosung smiled.

When she returned from the wheat field last night, the eldest brother's living room was crowded with people, all of whom had come to visit her—two aunts from the east and west neighborhoods of the old house came to see her, and they had grown up and left Hyosung; Bao Yuhong took her children to see her, Yuhong lived in her mother-in-law's house for a few years after she got married, and her mother-in-law's land was not good, so she returned to Baojiayuan to plant an orchard with her husband and children; The daughter-in-law of Sanjia Village, who contracted Hyosung's land, discussed coming over together, one to catch up on the old and the other to pay the rent; plus the eldest brother's neighbors and the second brother's children...... A room full of more than a dozen people stood and sat and sitting, and you and I talked passionately.

Bao Jiayuan has opened a bathhouse, Bao Jiayuan has a pool, the erhu cultivator in the village has just died, Uncle Pig who sells Chinese medicinal materials is too old to do it this year, the beekeeper Lao Yang has sold a bit expensive honey in recent years, the blind man who sharpens scissors went to the city to join his son, the original carpenter is still selling solid wood beds in the village, and the old Chinese medicine doctor in the south is so old that he can't see the recipes he writes...... Everyone gathered together to chat about the news events on Baojiayuan, and counted the characters with heads and faces on the wall one by one. A few good ones also brought things to Hyosung - home-squeezed sesame oil, tea leaves from his own field, home-made dried buckwheat noodles, and air-dried In-chan...... Hyosung reminisced about last night's party and didn't forget to take out his phone to look at the group photo taken by Yuhong's daughter. The honest and warm smiles of the villagers used to be on her face.

"I'm busy", "I have something to do at night", I keep working overtime, I am making money on weekends, and I keep answering the phone and sending messages...... Day after day, year after year, just to make more money and pay off huge loans. Life in the city, once it has begun, cannot escape the interruption, and the most leisurely professions in the world – breeders, beekeepers, herb pickers – are not in the city but outside the city. Hyosung spared a lot of time and found that the warmth she longed for most turned out to be just a clay kang, an old courtyard, and a mound.

"Are you awake?" Suddenly the curtain opened, and Mai entered.

"Why are you here?" Hyosung was taken aback.

"Aren't you going to Zhongjiawan?"

"Oops...... I haven't gotten up yet. The woman smiled sheepishly.

"There wasn't much snow in the morning, so Long and I came over early."

"Thank you." Hyosung hurriedly dressed and got off the kang.

Not long after, the sister-in-law and the daughter-in-law prepared a sumptuous breakfast. The family had breakfast, and the eldest brother asked Wei Chip to go with Hyosung to Zhongjiawan to help clean up. When she arrived at Zhongjiawan at ten o'clock, Bao Xiaoxing and Mai went to visit relatives, and Long and Wei helped her clean the old house of Zhong Li's family. The relatives of the Zhong family have been asking their father-in-law Zhong Neng, husband Zhong Li and two children one by one, and Bao Xiaoxing answered perfectly with a smile on his face, and only he knows the bitterness in his heart. After leaving his relatives, under the leadership of Zhong Li's second grandfather's grandson, Zhong Pingping, the cousin of the clan, Hyosung went to the ancestral grave of the Zhong family to burn paper for his mother-in-law. After burning the paper and repairing the grave, she also planted a piece of soup flowers by her mother-in-law's grave.

After a hurried lunch at Zhongjiawan at twelve o'clock, Bao Weitiao went home to prepare funeral clothes, and Mai and Long rode with Bao Xiaoxing straight to the funeral in Nanguo Village. After Hyosung arrived at Nanguo Village at about one o'clock in the afternoon, his aunt, Qigong Qihong (Bao Xiaoxing's son's son and daughter), the eldest brother and the second brother, and all the relatives who should have come to mourn the eldest aunt had already arrived first, and Chaoyang's house was already crowded with two or three hundred people. A traditional Weibei funeral on the Loess Plateau is about to begin.

"Ding-dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Dingdong ......"

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the mobile phone rang like a cannon, and Bao Xiaotang, who was taking online classes in the house, picked it up and took a look, it turned out that his colleague Tang Zheng pulled himself into a WeChat group called "Mojia Wisdom Leisure Tribe", and there were about 70 people in the group, all of whom were colleagues from Xiaotang's company.

After pulling her in, the group leader Tang Zheng posted a lot of photos of his colleagues hiking and picnicking in Maluan Mountain yesterday, and after posting the group photo, he proposed to go to the badminton court in the city to play today. Several people in the group signed up, and when Xiaotang was about to put down his mobile phone to continue listening to the class, suddenly the mobile phone rang again.

"Are our newcomers and beautiful colleagues going in the afternoon? After playing badminton, let's have dinner and sing together! Bao Xiaotang "Bao Xiaotang opened it and saw that it was the group leader Aite her.

"There's something you can't go. Sorry sorry, you guys have fun! Xiaotang replied, followed by a string of cute emojis.

Tang Zheng didn't reply, the group message was cold for a while, and then the others chatted about the afternoon's clothes, and the group boiled again for a while. Xiaotang set up a group message, and in the future, he only accepted the message without prompting the sound, and then continued to listen to the class. The other party's soup is estimated to be snowing heavily in his heart at this time. 166 Reading Network