The old man saw that our expression was wrong, and knew that we disliked the house, so he immediately waved his hand at us, and spoke the local dialect again.

Seeing that we didn't understand, he dragged the little girl again.

This time, the little girl didn't dare to look up at us, but said in a very low voice: "Gen Ye'er said, even if you are not satisfied, this ocean cannot be retreated." ”

After saying that, the little girl took half a step back, presumably because she was afraid that our group of people would be angry and move.

"It's okay, do you sell bedding and mats here? Go buy some. Long Xuanling on the side spoke, and motioned Chai Shao to take out some of Xian Dayang and hand them to the little girl.

The little girl took the ocean and said a few words to the old man, who nodded again and again, took the ocean and walked away happily.

The little girl obediently wanted to help the pangolin with his luggage, but the pangolin shook his head: "No need." ”

Its loud voice startled the little girl, who shrunk back and leaned against the wall, her clear eyes looking only at her own embroidered shoes, which were already tattered and exposed to the instep.

It was already winter, and she was wearing a thin outfit, and the backs of her hands were frostbitten.

"What's your name?" I asked, looking at her.

"The surname is Qingming Cen." She whispered back.

"Qingcen? That's a nice name. I looked at her, but when I saw her so timid, I felt pitiful: "Is that old man your grandfather?" ”

Qing Cen was about to open his mouth to answer, but Chai Shao's stomach rumbled on the side.

Qing Cen immediately turned around and entered the small kitchen at the back, this kitchen was so small that he couldn't turn around when he went in, so he could only walk sideways.

She took out a few sweet potatoes from the small wooden barrel and brought them out for us to eat.

"It's all cold, but it's very sweet, you can eat it." She blinked at us all with her watery eyes.

"Okay." Looking at those little sweet potatoes, I stretched out my hand and gave them to my uncle.

Then he took out two buns from the bag and handed them to her, which we bought halfway, and there was still a little left, but the taste would be greatly reduced if it was cold.

However, after Qingcen saw it, his eyes suddenly lit up, but he didn't take the bun.

"Qingcen, you can eat." I sent the bun to her, and she immediately shook her head: "This is fine grain, I can't eat it." ”

"It's okay, we can't eat it, it's a pity to throw it away." Chai Shao, who was on the side, also opened his mouth to persuade.

Mingyue also handed over a piece of meatloaf and gave it to Qingcen.

Qing Cen saw so much delicious food, and couldn't help but smash his mouth.

After hesitating for a while, he finally stretched out his hand and took the bun and the meatloaf, but he was not in a hurry to eat, but took the food and put it on the table in this hall.

I saw her happily bowing to a tablet without her name written, and shouting: "A-Niang, eat." ”

I looked at the tablet and thought to myself, why doesn't this tablet have a name?

"Gana." The old man came in with two quilts and mats, and happened to see Qingcen worshipping the tablet, and seemed to be very annoyed.

I saw him put the futon on the bench on the side, and rushed over, and a big slap was directly on the back of Qingcen's head.

"Damn! This old thing, such a bully? The pangolin was originally feeding Ning Siyin water in the house, but when he heard the sound of "pop", he immediately looked outside, and saw the old man beating the little girl, and his anger suddenly surged into his heart.

The old man wanted to slap him again, but Long Xuanling grabbed the old man's hand, and the old man wailed in pain.

Qingcen hurriedly pleaded for the old man, saying that her grandfather just didn't want to see her worship her mother.

Long Xuanling let go of the old man, Chai Shao pointed at Qingcen and said to the old man: "Even if you teach the child, you can't hit her head, it's easy to hit stupid, if you have anything to say, don't make a move on the little girl, even if it's your granddaughter, you can't beat it." ”

"If you have the ability, you compare with me!" The pangolin glared at the old man.

You know, the pangolin is burly and tall, and even if this old man stands up straight, it will not reach his chest.

The old man raised his head and glanced at the pangolin, and he thought that it was best not to provoke the pangolin, so he didn't dare to talk back.

Reaching out and grabbing the buns and meatloaf on the table, he stuffed them directly into his mouth, gobbling them up quickly.

Several of us looked at him in a daze, such a big bun, actually one bite at a time, this thin old man can really eat.

After eating, he looked at a few of us, and pointed to the futon mat, presumably letting us lay it ourselves.

"Why are my hands so itchy?" The pangolin stared at the old man, his knuckles clicking.

"Hey, let's settle down first, patriarchy, even in Jingzhong, many female dolls are not favored in the eyes of their elders." Chai Shao said, picked up the futon with one hand, and walked towards the house.

Chu Chu and the others helped make the bed, and I watched the old man return to the door to continue weaving the bamboo basket, so I took a bun for Qingcen and motioned for her to eat in the kitchen.

Qingcen looked at me gratefully, took the bun and went to the kitchen, and ate it one bite at a time.

Nowadays, in this year, even in the big counties, there are many people who can't eat enough, and this kind of life in the poor countryside must be even more difficult.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem."

The man in the next room suddenly let out a cough, and then the old man shouted loudly.

Qing Cen answered, and hurriedly brought a bowl of dark soup to the man in the room.

I looked into the room, and the man inside was pale with a beard, his lips were slightly purple, and the hall was slightly dark.

Qing Cen squatted on the side of the bed and fed him the soup, the man opened his mouth and finally drank two sips, but soon he bowed and spit it out, making Qing Cen all over.

Judging from Qing Cen's calm expression, he should have been accustomed to it, so the expression on his face did not change in the slightest.

Instead, he reached out and took a cloth and wiped the corners of the man's mouth.

The man fell into a stupor, and stopped coughing.

"Qingcen, is he your father?" I looked at Qingcen and walked into the room, trying to take the man's pulse.

Qingcen nodded and shook his head again.

I lifted the quilt and wanted to put my finger on the man's wrist, but Qingcen pushed my hand away, and looked at me nervously and said, "In our village, there is an infectious disease. ”

As soon as these words came out, my uncle rushed in and dragged me back.

Qingcen lowered his head slightly: "Since you have dry food and water, don't touch the things here, so as not to be infected." ”

As soon as her words fell, Long Xuanling had already walked to the edge of the man's bed, and put two fingers on the man's pulse.