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This night, the strange illness kept attacking, and she was so tired that she didn't know it.

A nightmare, a night's panic!

When I woke up in the morning, I opened my eyes in a daze. Outside the window, the sky was already slightly bright, and the early birds stood on the branches and chirped constantly.

Sitting up shallowly, she felt a foreign object in her hand, so she looked down at the dim light of the room to take a closer look. She suddenly noticed that there were blood stains on her entire hands and inside her fingernails. What did I do last night? Shallow shock to the point that the scalp is numb. She quickly took off her pajamas, the back of which was stained with blood.

What happened last night, and why I don't know the whole thing? She pondered, slowly sinking into infinite panic.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, the disease appeared like a ghost, and disappeared like a ghost.

In the past, at this moment, she should have gotten up carefree. But this morning, her mood was a little panicked, a little depressed, and full of negative energy.

Her heart was dark, her brain was full of bloody pajamas, how crazy she must have been to attack herself last night to see such a bloodstained pajamas in the early morning?

She changed into a new dress and walked out of the third aunt's bedroom.

In the huge valley, the birds chirp crisply, and in the distant woods, the cuckoo "cuckoo, cuckoo......" chirp.

Shallow walked to the edge of the pool, turned on the faucet, and put his face under the clear running water.

Zhang Shanxian got up before dawn, she swept the yard, fed the newborn rabbits, and was busy in front of the rabbit cage.

After washing his face lightly, he went back to the back room and took out the bloody pajamas, and washed his clothes in a trance.

Zhang Shanxian was holding a black and old rabbit bowl in her hand, and when she turned her head to see a strange expression, she asked with concern: "What's wrong, Qianqian?" Why did you wake up like this morning? ”

"No, nothing, Grandma!" Shallow flickered, and hurriedly washed his clothes.

"Oh! By the way, don't always go out with Zhang Bing if it's okay, girls' families, how good it is to watch TV at home! ”

"Hmmm! Got it. Asallow agreed absentmindedly, his words flickering. She hurriedly finished washing her clothes, carried a bamboo basket, and then walked out of the house, through the nursing home, climbed a mountain gate not far from her home, and walked into the woods.

The woods were exceptionally cool in the morning, probably because there was no rain last night, and there were very few mushrooms in the woods. Occasionally, I saw one, which was also a small red mushroom.

Shallow bent down to pick it up, feeling lonely in his heart.

She picked a few leaves, put them in her basket, and walked through the woods.

Passing by a vineyard, an old farmer stopped her: "Hey, girl, come here!"

"What's the matter?" Shallow wanted to avoid him, but the old farmer's eyes were earnest.

"Come, taste my grapes, they're sweet."

"No, thank you, grandpa!" Qianqian wanted to turn around and leave, but the old man pulled her directly and said enthusiastically: "Isn't it Mr. Zhang Qingchen's granddaughter, I'm a distant uncle, no need to, I'll pick some grapes and bring them back for my grandfather and grandmother to eat."

"No, not really."

"Why are you so outward? Let me go back and give it to my grandfather and grandmother, and I won't help with this little favor? ”

"Oh! All right! Qianqian had no choice but to answer, and then stood there silently watching the old man cut the grapes one by one.

It's the season when the grapes are ripe, and bunches of grapes hang from the trellises, each of which is of different sizes and has a mixture of green and purple.

After looking at it a little incomprehensible, she walked to a grape trellis, pointed to the grapes hanging on it and asked the old farmer: "Uncle, why are the grapes different from other people's?"

"How is it different?"

"It's that each bunch of grapes is uneven in size, green, bruised, purple, purple, two colors on a bunch of grapes, and look, there are snails sleeping on it."

"I don't use pesticides on these grapes, you know kid! There is a pesticide called a pesticide, and when the grapes are applied, the whole bunch of grapes can grow the same size. There are several other pesticides, and grapes in the world are fed with pesticides. ”

"Oh! I see! No wonder the grapes don't look as good as the grapes. ”

"Huh!" The old farmer smiled and continued: "Have you ever seen the hard grapes on the market, but the grapes that are as hard as grapes to the touch?"

"I've bought it before, and it tastes very pesticide."

"That kind of grape is fed by pesticides, and if you hit too many pesticides, they will be hard to the touch, like this kind of grapes, I can also grow them, and I will recite what kind of medicine I have."

"Why don't the grapes be pesticides?"

"I don't do this kind of thing, first, I was a soldier when I was young, and second, I'm in my seventies, and I don't want to do this kind of thing. Although my grapes don't look good, I have peace of mind. ”

"Won't the grapes you eat need not be washed?"

"You don't need to wash it, just eat it."

After listening to it, he reached out and picked one and put it in his mouth, the old farmer's grapes were not sweet but delicious.

It's just that there are some snails sleeping in each bunch of grapes, and they treat the grapes as their own little house.

The old farmer picked good grapes, cut some for Shallow and put them in her basket.

Looking at the grapes in the basket, I was very moved. She thanked the old farmer and left the vineyard alone.

(End of chapter)