Wang Hongyi was a little bored.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't feel idle, the New Year is approaching, no matter how poor the family is, they have to eat a good meal, cut a few catties of meat and go back, it is the busiest time of the year for him as a butcher, but even if there is so much work waiting for him to do, he still feels lazy and can't lift his spirits.

It's a bit boring in this village.

He was dazed.

I've been busy for most of my life, and now I can't be idle.

The son also became a relative a few days ago, after getting married, he discussed for a long time, for the sake of the child, and ran to the county town, relying on a martial arts that is not too bad, and has been boiling since he was a child, and became a martial arts master, although he was tired, he also took root in the city.

At the beginning, the son really wanted to take him away.

But he didn't want to.

What are you going to do?

After staying here for more than ten years, he has some feelings, he is a nostalgic person, otherwise he would not have been able to get out of that hurdle until now.

But the son is gone, the kid of the Wang family has also gone out, and the old brother in the village who has an appetite for it has disappeared, and this village is more familiar, and in terms of it, it is not much worse than in the strange city, and it is not much interesting to stay here.

He looked at the pig-killing knife in his hand.

This knife is sharp and sharp, and he has killed pigs for more than ten years, and he has used it very easily, but no matter how easy the knife is, it has also collapsed, and he can't use it for a day, he himself doesn't know why, and now he has the feeling of getting old.

On the day his son got married, he was rarely drunk.

The next day, I was half drunk and half awake, called my son's name, and asked him to get up and cook, but no one answered, and he got angry, and opened the door of the house, looking at the empty bed, and the old feeling came out in a hurry, and he couldn't stop it, and the wine woke up all at once.

He didn't know why he was staying in this familiar but not very familiar Daliang Village.

The pig-killing knife in his hand was placed on the ground one by one.

Wang Hongyi was in a daze.

Maybe I'm afraid that one day, after someone I know comes back, I find that this small village is so strange that there is no one I know well, probably, will anyone come back?

I thought about my son who wanted to move away just after getting married.

Wang Hongyi's confidence is a little insufficient, and he can't lift his spirits, he leans on the bamboo chair, like a person who is getting old, lazy and lazy, a pair of eyes looking outside, the courtyard door is half open, you can see farther away, the snow has stopped, and the sky is blue and beautiful.

Wang Hongyi's eyes were half-narrowed.

This bamboo chair was specially made by him, ready to hold his grandson back, and now he is alone, sitting on this chair, swaying, gradually rising a little sleepy.

The current Daliang Village is only more familiar to him in his dreams.

In a daze, I heard a familiar voice.

"Uncle Wang, you've been basking in the sun so early......"

Half-asleep, Wang Hongyi replied almost instinctively:

"It's early, and I don't look at the hour......"

The sound stopped abruptly, Wang Hongyi closed his eyes, as if he thought he was still in a dream, but he heard the sound of footsteps in his ears again, and opened his eyes cautiously and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

The front was empty.

Wang Hongyi shook his head a little lost and a little self-deprecating, moved his body on the bamboo chair, changed to a more comfortable position, closed his eyes, and prepared to continue to take a nap.

A voice came from the direction behind him, a little surprised.

"Why are there so many pigs that haven't ......been killed?"

"Uncle Wang, aren't you afraid of being blocked by someone?"

"I'm afraid of him."

Wang Hongyi replied subconsciously, then was stunned for a moment, suddenly straightened up from the bamboo chair, turned his head to look, and saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy standing in front of the fenced pigsty in his yard.

The young man was wearing a green shirt, and although his face had grown, his eyebrows were also very familiar, and he was turning his head and smiling at him:

"It's been a long time, Uncle Wang."

"You're a little lazy this year...... There are only a few days left, can you handle so many pigs alone? ”

"Would you like to help?"

Wang Hongyi blinked, suddenly got up, smashed his mouth, turned over from the old man's chair and fell to the ground, and said in a rough voice:

"You kid, do you look down on your Uncle Wang?"

"Just these two fat pigs, two knives will give you results."

"It's you, kid, why are you back so late this year? I thought you wouldn't be back for the holidays this year. ”

Wang Anfeng smiled, seeing that the burly and tall man in his memory also had a few gray hairs on his sideburns, he concealed his experience, and just said with a smile:

"I encountered something on the way, and I was delayed for some time."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, carrying some New Year's goods in his hand, as well as a brand-new pig-killing knife, and said:

"I also bought some New Year's goods."

Wang Hongyi smacked his lips and said, "I don't buy some wine, it's not authentic." ”

Wang Anfeng was stunned for a moment, and then smiled:

"Uncle Wang, don't you like to drink?"

Wang Hongyi glared at him with a pair of eyes and said:

"Can't you drink it now?"

"Okay, don't stand anywhere, change your clothes, come out with a knife, and help me hold down this fat pig."

"Kill and drain the blood earlier, stop it earlier, and it's almost the New Year."

Wang Anfeng responded with a smile and said:

"Okay."

Jinxian County, the county mansion.

Zhang Weiran changed into a regular clothes, stood with his hands in his hands, stood in the courtyard, looking at the snow in the sky, a little distracted.

A few days ago, there were cold plums to appreciate, but now those plum blossoms have also fallen clean, and the yard has become empty, plus the New Year is approaching, half of the people in the house are short-term workers, and they want to go home to reunite with their parents during the New Year.

There were only a few servants left in this house, there were many sparse people, and there was a bit of loneliness, and Zhang Weiran had the urge to chant poetry.

But after thinking about it for a while, I found that I had been out as an official for a long time, and those methods of dancing and writing were not as good as in the past, and it was estimated that reciting poems was something that didn't make sense, so I had to dispel this idea.

A beautiful woman walked out of the house, walked behind Zhang Weiran, put a wide dress on the man, and said softly:

"It's cold at this time, what is my husband doing here?"

Zhang Weiran smiled, raised his hand to grasp his wife's palm in his hand, and sighed:

"It's just a cranky ......"

"It's just that it's cold this year, and I always think that Tingyun has stayed well on Daomen Mountain, but I have suffered some grievances, and this Daomen is too, you and I are also Tingyun's biological parents, but I only saw it once in the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, and I didn't even put it back on the New Year's Day."

The voice paused, somewhat complicated, and sighed:

"Hongchen sees through the dust, and gets out of the cage of troubles."

"Daomen disciples, after all, are already monks, when they sent Tingyun up the mountain, they had already prepared for this, but who knew that in the end, it was still difficult......

He sighed here, and the beautiful woman's mood became depressed when she heard this, and the parents of the world were very pityful, and she had not seen her daughter for a long time, and now when she heard her husband speak like this, she couldn't help but have a sour nose.

After Zhang Weiran sighed, he found out that his wife was abnormal, and his body was slightly stiff at the moment, and he couldn't wait to slap himself.

What kind of did you just say?!

After so many years as an official, you still haven't learned how to speak?

My heart trembled, I hurriedly took my wife into my arms, tried my best to comfort her, and finally stabilized the woman's mood, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps, Zhang Weiran raised his eyes to look, and saw an old woman with white hair walking out of the gate of the courtyard.

Although his spirit was already sluggish, his body was still healthy, and a look of joy appeared on his face, and he stood still five steps in front of Zhang Weiran, saluted with the wooden staff, and said:

"Young Master......"

This old woman was sent by the family to follow him, and it has been more than ten years, Zhang Weiran respects her quite much, nodded, and said softly:

"What's wrong, Mama?"

The old woman had a smile on her face and said:

"Young master, young lady."

"Miss, she's back!" ”

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