For the first time, Zhang Mian felt that Fengcheng was so close to Zhangjia Village, and a "whoosh" or close proximity could not express the nostalgia and reluctance in Zhang Mian's heart.

In fact, many people don't know that swallows are the object of pursuit of many male classmates in Zhangjiacun Middle School, and the quiet and studious girls always attract attention, and the key swallows are also very good-looking. Zhang Mian could easily tell from their eyes or demeanor, because they were the same kind of people in this regard.

Once, Zhang Mian found a photo of a swallow in a conspicuous position in the album of Zhang Liu, who dropped out of school after graduating from junior high school and went home to kill pigs, Zhang Liu is considered Zhang Mian's uncle according to his generation, when he saw that photo, Zhang Mian's eyes were black for a while, he was definitely not low blood sugar, he was really sad, and he still needed to pretend to be calm.

The photo is indeed a fake swallow, Zhang Mian has the urge to take the photo out of the album and tear it off, in his mind the swallow is the last piece of softness in his heart, he can't accept the photo of the swallow in someone else's album, Zhang Liu is his own uncle.

Although Zhang Liu, who graduated and stayed at home, often invited him to eat pork pancakes, and even once invited him to a restaurant for a big meal and beer.

That afternoon, Zhang Lu firmly rejected Zhang Liu's proposal to take one or two pork to the old eighth master on the cross street to make two pork baked cakes, and he left Zhang Liu's house in a frustrated manner, and it took a full week to reach a settlement with himself.

What he guessed was that Zhang Liu took it on her desk when Yanzi was about to graduate, so girls must take care of their own things, especially private things like photos.

Another possibility is that Zhang Liu took the ancestral pig-killing knife to ask Yanzi for it that day, Yanzi was reluctant to give it when she looked at Zhang Liu's oily and shiny face, but she saw Zhang Liu's back with the tip of the knife with cold light behind her, so she gave him one aggrievedly, there is no doubt that Yanzi hid in the quilt at night and cried loudly.

Regardless of what kind of possibility, the photo of the swallow falling in Zhang Liu's album is a big misunderstanding, which is intolerable in Zhang Liu's eyes.

In the past, Zhang Mian was always prone to drowsiness in the car, and the scenery outside the window could not resist the drowsiness of the closed car.

This time when he went home, Yanzi sat next to him, and he could feel the slightest coolness of her calves at any time, and smell the fragrance of her body.

When Adam and Eve were sitting together in the Garden of Eden, if they had their legs together, and Adam had smelled Eve and had not eaten the fruit of evil, they would have been together.

Because when they look at each other, they have already been poisoned by a kind of love called love, which is silent and has no cure!

During the nearly hour's drive, Zhang Mian looked out the window when the car was bumpy, because this time was the tightest time for them to get close, and he could fully feel the novelty and stimulation brought by the squeezing of the muscles between them.

After getting out of the car, Yanzi said goodbye to Zhang Mian, and at this time Zhang Mian could see his white neck and protruding chest without difficulty.

After saying that, the swallow crossed the road with his bag on his back and walked to the path at the entrance of the village, passed a rudimentary toilet, turned left and disappeared from Zhang Xuan's sight.

When he went home, he hadn't come out of the great excitement yet, and he walked home step by step with the "peerless excitement step".

The sun at ten o'clock already made people feel a little hot, Zhang Mian's entire forehead was sweating, this "Eleven" must have a haircut anyway, the thin and tall Chinese teacher surnamed Yue warned Zhang Mian during a class: It is rude to look at people through the hair.

Although Zhang Mian is a rural child, politeness is a family style inherited from the old Zhang family.

The level of this Chinese teacher is indeed relatively high, and this monthly exam also produced ancient poems solitaire, one of the questions is: Luoyang relatives and friends ask each other? Fill in the next sentence, fortunately, Zhang Mian usually knows 300 ancient poems and knows what the next sentence is.

The asphalt road in Zhangjia Village is paved with cut rice, and pedestrians have become free threshers, which is much more trouble-saving than the previous use of stone stones, but the disadvantage is that there are clods of soil and small stones.

The fragrance of rice and the smell of straw come to the nostrils, this is the most authentic rural taste, and it is also the most familiar taste of Zhang Mian, he is a child who came out of the land, he is familiar with the breath of the land.

When Zhang Mian returned home, his mother was still busy in the clinic, and his father was not at home, so he put down his backpack and said hello to his mother, and Zhang Mian went to his grandmother's.

After a few acquaintances and a few dogs, Zhang Mian arrived at his grandmother's house, where the green iron door was ajar, and the grandmother sat at the door of the hall, carrying a dustpan with a patched cloth and picking up sundries from the fresh rice.

Because of the mining in Zhangjia Village, the crops of the villagers in Zhangjia Village have basically been occupied or have become subsidence areas. But regardless of whether it is occupied or not, as long as crops can be planted, the villagers will not let the land go barren.

Land is the root of the peasant, and without land, the peasant would no longer be a peasant in the true sense of the word.

When Zhang Mian was a child, her grandmother took Zhang Mian to pick up crops in two seasons a year, and picking up wheat and rice was accompanied by flying butterflies and sleek loaches in Zhang Mian's memory, which has been deeply imprinted.

It's just that I haven't seen her for a month, and Zhang Mian feels that her grandmother's hair is more gray, and it glows with a sad light in the sun.

"Grandma, I'm back!" Zhang Mian said loudly to her grandmother, who was already a little deaf.

"Ah, when did you come back?" Grandma trembled visibly when she saw her grandson appearing in front of her, and grandma, who seemed extremely serious to outsiders, immediately laughed involuntarily, revealing the gums that had lost her front teeth.

He put down the dustpan, got up and went into the house, and came out with a large apple in his hand.

"Your aunt bought it last time, I'll keep it for you." Grandma handed the apple to Zhang Xuan, who saw the wrinkles on her grandmother's hands and an inconspicuous insect eye on the apple.

Growing up, Zhang Mian and his two cousins never got fruit without defects from their grandmother, she always picked up the bad ones for them to eat first, so they were bad from beginning to end, because the good ones were not given to them.

"I'll be home in a minute, I'll sleep here at night, and I'll bring you food at noon." Zhang Mian put the apples aside, moved a stool, and picked up sundries from the rice in the dustpan.

"Okay." Grandma learned that Zhang Mian slept here at night, and happily agreed, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to be relaxed in an instant.

Just like the first time Zhang Mian saw someone making chrysanthemum tea, a small dried chrysanthemum, soaked in hot water, instantly bloomed in the cup.

After a few minutes, Zhang's grandmother got up and went into the house again, this time carrying a quilt out to dry.

The only remaining rooster that grandma fed came over, and if Zhang Mian remembered correctly, he brought a chicken to Hu Dong's house when he was in school in Gaojia Village.

This chicken didn't recognize Zhang Mian as the indirect murderer of the chicken, it couldn't be looking for revenge, it tilted its head and looked at Zhang Mian, turned its head with its left eye and used its right eye, as if to confirm something, Zhang Mian casually threw it with the small pebble he had just picked up, it didn't expect Zhang Mian to come to this hand suddenly, and ran away with his wings in fright.

In the afternoon, Zhang Mian found Cao Xiaoshan, who had also returned home from Fengcheng, Cao Xiaoshan was playing with his cat at the door, and the cat was trying to stretch his neck and enjoy Xiaoshan's tickling comfortably.

Zhang Mian stepped forward and said that he asked Cao Xiaoshan to get a haircut, Cao Xiaoshan touched the hair that he had just curled, and threw the cat on the ground with regret, the kitten looked at him stupidly, shook his body, and ran away in a blink of an eye.

On the way to the "Maolai Barber Shop" not far from Yanzi's house, Zhang Mian wanted to tell Xiaoshan about the experience of riding back with Yanzi several times, but finally held back.

When Zhang Mian was getting a haircut, Cao Xiaoshan used a pair of small scissors to pick up his nose hair, but he didn't expect his hair to grow so slowly and curly, why did his nose hair grow so long and so dense.

Although Zhang Mian did not invite Cao Xiaoshan to get a haircut, he invited him to drink beef soup in the evening, Cao Xiaoshan drank two bowls of biscuits in one breath without ambiguity, but when he left, he said that Yue Youhua's beef soup was not as good as before.

Zhang Mian also brought a bowl to his grandmother, and Yue Youhua also deliberately added more fans. When he arrived at his grandmother's house, his grandmother left the door, and after Zhang Mian went in, he inserted the door and pressed the door with the wooden stick next to him, which made Zhang Mian think of the girl who lived opposite him in Fengcheng, she and her grandmother must have a common topic, at least they can talk about using wooden sticks to the door.

Zhang Mian's grandmother was already asleep, and Zhang Mian took a large bowl from the kitchen and brought the beef soup to her grandmother's bed.

"My grandmother, I bought you beef soup, you eat it hot, if you don't eat it, you can only feed the chickens tomorrow."

"I've eaten it all, and what beef soup do you buy?" When the grandmother heard that she was going to throw it out and feed it to the chickens, she got up and ate it. "Don't buy it next time, Yue Youhua's beef soup is now a four-eyed soup."

"What do you mean by four-eyed soup?"

"The soup is thin and can reflect your own eyes, not what kind of soup is the soup with four eyes."

"Grandma, you're so talented."

The moon, who was eavesdropping outside the window, also burst into tears of laughter at this time, and fell into the sky and turned into starlight.