I couldn't put it into words, but I immediately quickened my pace and walked back. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

For the memory of that Wu Xiaohua, I still stay in the last time when the weather was hot, and I actually saw her once. But for some reason, I always think of this woman once in a while.

And every time I think of her, it's abrupt for no reason. It seemed that there was a pale face in his mind, a pair of large, seemingly godless eyes that gave people a large and round look, and occasionally suddenly seemed to flash a sad gaze.

Of course, I still think of her occasionally, but because she is indeed a beautiful woman, at this time I already know women, and I know the beauty of being good-looking, although she doesn't seem to be very old.

But I'm also curious, how can her appearance be related to Shen Yuanqiao's family here? This inexplicable feeling, I think is of my own making. It may be that I felt that the Shen family was a little strange, and then suddenly thought of Wu Xiaohua, in fact, they have no direct relationship. I tried my best to shake off the strange thoughts in my head, and Uncle Luo gave me a strange look when he started looking at me.

Naturally, I didn't know that when I walked to this side of the embankment, Uncle Luo actually came out with him. Although he didn't follow me, he kept watching me from afar. Seeing me standing by the embankment next to Shen's house, his eyes were a little thoughtful. Although I don't know what he was thinking, I could see him constantly tapping his knuckles, calculating something.

Luo Ran didn't mean to greet me, seeing me looking at the back mountain in the distance, and slowly looking at the Shen family, his always calm face still didn't wave. Maybe he saw that my expression was not too nervous, and that there was a maturity on my little face that was different from that of a teenager, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The expression that was originally slightly frowning actually became a little soothing, and it seemed that the whole person was not so serious, and he muttered in his mouth: "Sure enough, it's really a little wonderful, this thing helps him too much, such an evil thing, it doesn't have much impact in front of him, it seems that it is necessary to let him learn something!" Luo Ran's eyes also looked at the back mountain from afar, and he could see higher from his position.

Here I was entangled and confused, of course I didn't think about so many strange things, and I didn't know that Uncle Luo was watching me from a distance. I used to be very scared of some scary things, but now I feel inexplicable and not as scared as I used to. I don't know if it's because I've grown up a little bit, or if after following Uncle Luo to experience one or two terrible things, many things have changed subtly.

Although the weather is a little cold today, it is broad daylight after all, even if I feel that the old house of the Shen family is a little strange, but I am not so afraid. But there was no one standing here, and there seemed to be no one around. Looking at the undulating surface of the microwave, I still felt a little panicked when I didn't see a trace of fish.

It was a weekend, so I wasn't in a hurry to go home, but I still felt that it was too quiet. I didn't dare to think too much about it, so I hurriedly dodged and walked back.

When passing by the dirt slope around the corner, I saw Qiu'er's grandfather Zhuo Yiming cutting thatch on the edge of the ridge under the dirt slope. On such a cold day, he actually rolled up his trousers and cut the thatch and thorns on the edge of the ridge cleanly. These thatch and thorny plants can not only be used to make fires, but also to help the crops in the field grow when they are cut. It's hard to understand the hard work of this kind of thing without a hands-on person.

I tried it myself, and it was to help adults join in the fun, but I quickly gave up on it. Seeing the hard-working appearance of the old man Zhuo Yiming, I was still in awe. Maybe it's the example of the old people around me that has had a huge impact on my growth.

This old man never usually shows himself, and he always seems to have something to do. In the whole village, if you want to say that the most diligent, it must be this old man. The neighbors praised him for his diligence, and he didn't have much to say. It was as if labor was the theme of his life, and if he relaxed, he would feel uncomfortable.

In my impression, this is a kind old man, or even a person who doesn't talk much. All year round, he seems to be busy, that is, during the Chinese New Year, except for the fifteenth day of the new year, he will almost be busy. This is recognized by the villagers, whether it is people's ridicule or the praise of neighbors, he is just a faint smile.

When he saw me, he didn't ignore me because of my young age, but actually asked me where I had gone. However, I felt that he didn't really want me to answer, but immediately told me with a soft smile that I must pay attention to safety when walking on the narrow path by the pond on this ridge. I sensed that this was a kind old man, and that the death of his thin feet might have hit him hard, and I saw that the knife-like wrinkles on his face seemed to be more and deeper.

I responded to the old man's kindness with some joy, and then ran quickly to the compound. It's not that I don't want to communicate with people, it's just that the age gap with this old man is too big, and I don't know what to talk about. So when I gradually became sensible, when facing these old people, I chose to escape more.

When I approached the path behind the compound, I suddenly heard a faint sound, I felt as if something was crawling in my heart, and when I listened carefully, it was actually the rustling sound of the bamboo. I was a little surprised at first, because the bamboo bush behind the compound is not big or tall, but because I didn't deliberately stop its growth, it is now growing more and more lush year by year.

The thin bamboo on this side of the path outside is actually taller than an adult. Usually we occasionally chop and remove the branches and leaves, which is an excellent fishing rod for frogs. Of course, adults will occasionally chop it and tie it into a broom to make it, but in fact, it doesn't have much effect, but it can also produce some effects when it is useful. So even if it usually seems to everyone to obstruct the smooth flow of the compound, it has not been cut down by everyone.

In fact, I was really startled when I suddenly heard the voice coming. After all, there were no people in sight from the side of the road, and if the chickens and ducks were inside, there shouldn't be such a big movement. It was because I didn't know what was going on, and then I became a little scared. This is the open space behind the compound, surrounded by big trees and bamboos, usually a shady place, speaking of which is behind the back door of Huijiang's house now.

"Who?" I stood there and asked in a trembling voice, but no one answered me. Just when I was nervous, the rustling sound was louder, and I actually saw that the sound was chaotic, as if something directly separated the bamboo bushes, and then quickly came towards me.

Just when I was numb and wanted to run, I finally saw a face and a figure that was not too tall. It was a simple-looking young man, holding a handful of chopped bamboos and looking at me, it was Tang Yuxian's nephew Youha.

What his scientific name is, but I have never known, the old house in the compound, including his family, called him Youha (Ha: Xiangchu native dialect silly!) But it doesn't have to be pejorative). His family also used to live in the compound, under the huge medlar holly tree, but later moved to the bottom of the dirt road, and the house they lived in on the compound was also demolished.

Now he and Yonghui's family are neighbors, and they both live under the dirt road, and they are also on the other side of the road every time I go to the dirt road from Yonghui's house. He and Whiber were about the same age, and they were classmates of the same age. Because of the age gap, I don't have much to talk about. He was there yesterday when we were playing with Whiber.

Seeing him at this time, my heart was a little better, and the hanging heart finally fell a little. But what made me a little strange was that he looked at me with a faint glance and no squeak, as if we didn't know each other. Although I have heard of his character, I don't want to provoke him when I see that he doesn't want to talk. But as I casually took a look, I actually saw that his face was a little dark.

It was an accident, and I didn't pay much attention to his look, nor did I think much about his dark face. Because his skin is not white in the first place, it actually looks like black coal at this time, and I didn't think of anything else wrong. Later, when I thought about seeing him like this, I still muttered in my heart for a long time, and since then I have paid a lot of attention to similar things.

Actually, what I don't know is that if others see it at this time, his face will be a little pale. Why do I see such a difference, because it seems to me that his face is black. Not to mention that Youha himself doesn't know, there is anything wrong with his face like this, even if he knows that he can't see it at this time.

He looked at me with a faint expression, which made people feel a little indifferent, and he looked at me with the handful of bamboo, and then lowered his head again. I didn't think about anything else, thinking that my call had upset him, and I didn't dare to greet him, so I ran into the compound.

The weather was cold, and the old people in the compound were all roasted. When I came back, I actually saw Yonghui accompanying my grandmother in the fire bucket, and of course her grandmother Lao Lingpo was also there. When my grandmother saw that I was exhaling uncontrollably, she knew that I was out, and beckoned me to come over and make a fire.

I happily ran over to Yonghui and sat on her left side near my grandmother. Yonghui glanced at me, but she didn't speak, but I understood that she had something to say to me, and probably felt that the grandmothers were there, and she just didn't say it. This is one of our tacit understandings, although we don't say it, but we understand the meaning.

Yonghui didn't speak, but her grandmother babbled and said that I was much taller. She seems to have endless topics to talk about with her grandmother, and decades of relationship make them have a better relationship than the average sister.

In this homely chatter, time flies by. When it was approaching night, I suddenly heard the call of a lotus flower from the back room. Then came Tang Yuxian's nonchalant response, followed by Lotus's cry, and Tang Yuxian's panicked nonsense. Yonghui and Lao Lingpo were eating at grandma's place, but they hadn't left at this time, and when they heard the voice of Tang Yuxian's family, they all came over to see it.

Seeing that there was no problem with Tang Yuxian's house, but Tang Yuxian was carrying a medicine box to go out, everyone knew when they asked, it is said that Youha went to send Mao Zhu to his aunt Miss He, and he was carrying a tractor on the road to hurry, and he was pierced by the wire on his chin and cheek somehow.