Uncle Luo didn't speak immediately, but drank all the wine in the cup. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

seemed to know that Uncle Luo had something to say, but everyone didn't open their mouths for a while, but they couldn't help but look at him. His big face was a little red under the light, but his body was still straight when he sat on the wooden chair, and it was much more intimate to look at.

There is a tradition in our family that children are not allowed to accompany guests at the table after a guest has arrived. This custom may be difficult to understand in many families, but there is a saying in our family since childhood, that is, children do not have a thorough grasp of etiquette, and they will definitely feel disrespectful in hospitality. Another important point is that although children are important at home, how can they be entertained with guests?

Chinese people have always had a tradition of respecting the old and loving the young, and loving the young is cherishing the young, but the premise is respecting the elderly. In the years that followed, it seemed that most of the country's priorities were reversed, and although I saw all kinds of phenomena that I couldn't bear to look at, I could only watch helplessly. Any kind of bad phenomenon, when everyone has become a habit, it seems that everyone is accustomed to it.

When something unfortunate happens, everyone only knows to seek external causes, but rarely looks for their own reasons, or the reasons for growing up and family education. There have been no big names in our family in modern times, but at least in terms of adherence to tradition, we have always adhered to our own insistence. Even when I was young, I knew that there were guests who I couldn't mess around, even if I had developed a great interest in Uncle Luo.

Mom knew that Uncle Luo liked to eat vermicelli, so she hurriedly ordered a bowl of sweet potato noodles made by herself, and fried a green vegetable for everyone to drink. But when he was serving the food, he left me a little bit of everything, so that I could sit by the fire and eat. Usually, a farmer has a pickle and a green vegetable, even if it is very good, several dishes like this are on the table, not to mention children, even adults will be greedy.

In fact, at this time, although I was still a little hungry for food, at the moment I paid more attention to the fact that I knew a lot of things by chatting with adults, and I was naturally very interested.

But I obviously couldn't go there to join in the fun of these topics, so I hurriedly ate my fill, and continued to sit by the side and boil water. I was also looking forward to seeing what else these people could say, which would shock me even more. Especially what Uncle Luo just said to my grandfather, although I don't understand it very well, I have some faint expectations. After all, although he lives with his grandfather, he rarely hears about him. The family didn't say anything, and the people in the compound rarely talked about grandpa.

I know that my grandfather is a kind elder, not only polite to others, but also never serious about his family, even he is usually very particular.

So sometimes it's weird, and it's a little unusual to think about it. It's a patient like Xiaohua's father, and some people usually talk about him, but it's my grandfather, but no one has ever talked about it. Now that I occasionally hear Uncle Luo mention this, I suddenly became a little excited. Maybe something about my grandfather actually made me a little inexplicably excited.

Uncle Luo actually has something to ask grandpa!

What is the ability of the grandfather, who has been obscure? Can you get the famous Uncle Luo to ask for it?

While everyone was anxiously waiting, Tang Yuxian gave Uncle Luo's wine again, and casually whispered to Uncle Luo to drink more.

Although he was a doctor, he would occasionally have a sip or two with my father, after all, the two of us shared an open room kitchen. In fact, this is not strictly speaking, it is not a kitchen, it is the passage of the left wing of the former compound. After the house was divided, it was originally discussed between my grandfather and Tang Yuxian's father, the twenty-ninth master, and half of the family was used as a kitchen.

After his father and Tang Yuxian separated as adults, the two of them occupied the front and rear houses respectively. The two are of the same age, although they are a generation apart, but the relationship is excellent.

Even I know that he doesn't drink well, but he just likes to take a sip. Looking at his respectful appearance towards Uncle Luo, he knew that he respected Uncle Luo from the bottom of his heart. He is now among the top three barefoot doctors in the township, and he usually has his own pride. To be so respectful in front of Uncle Luo, it is conceivable that he is from the heart.

I guess it may have something to do with the untimely death of the thin feet, whether it is him or the people in the regional people's hospital, they are helpless with the matter of the thin feet. Although Uncle Luo didn't really do anything in that incident, the outcome afterwards was all cleaned up by Uncle Luo, and of course the earliest prophecy was also given by Uncle Luo. Tang Yuxian must know something, otherwise he wouldn't be so low with his temperament.

Just when everyone was looking forward to it, Uncle Luo raised his glass and said lightly: "I know a Zen master in the provincial capital, and the state has set up a special committee over the years, and faith is already legal. He seemed to be afraid that everyone would have scruples, so he deliberately explained.

But when he saw that everyone was listening to him with relish and did not mean to disturb, he continued, "I often go to see him, and naturally I have some understanding of the Dharma, and he has given me some help. "He seems to be thinking about something, and there must be a story, but people are not stupid enough to ask him. Seeing him take another sip of the rice wine in the cup, Tang Yuxian respectfully got up and filled it for him again.

At this moment, Uncle Luo looked at Tang Yuxian twice, raised his glass and signaled to him, I don't know whether to thank him for pouring the wine, or praise the rice wine for being good. He drank a good amount of wine, and continued to speak quietly: "But this Zen master doesn't know how to read, and he told me that there is a layman who is kind, and he mentioned it to him many times, asking him to copy a copy of the Heart Sutra for him. When the old Zen master once told me, I casually agreed. ”

When he said this, Uncle Luo looked at my grandfather, and there was a smile in his eyes: "When I was sent to the village, whether it was writing slogans or copying big-character posters, everyone knew that my words were really uncontrollable. Although I don't have much contact with Brother Jijie, I have always known that Brother Jijie Xiaokai is a must in the township, and I wonder if Brother Jijie can help me fulfill this wish? ”

It turns out that this is the real purpose of Uncle Luo, I have also seen my grandfather write, but I have never seen him write any small letters. Usually, when I was doing my homework, my grandfather would always stand behind me and watch quietly for a while. But to my surprise, my grandfather never pointed out and never corrected mistakes. If I didn't know that my grandfather could write, I would have thought that he couldn't read a few words like my mother!

Grandpa was surprisingly quiet, probably because of this quietness, I couldn't help but look at him closely. Under the light, his eyes seemed to be distracted for a while, I saw that the people on the side did not speak, and I vaguely understood in my heart that everyone seemed to understand Grandpa's quietness, but no one said it. The uncle and grandfather who had been smiling on the side seemed to be a little embarrassed at this time, put down the chopsticks gently, lowered his head and pretended to cough.

To my surprise, grandpa gradually got used to this quietness, and gently put down the chopsticks, and then looked at Uncle Luo and said lightly: "Now they all use these children's pencils and pens to write, and the previous brushes have long been gone!" ”

Uncle Luo slapped the table with a thick palm, raised his eyebrows, and said with some unevenness: "The things of the year have passed, and now is not that era, although there are some hardships, the descendants of that family are all fine now, you don't have to mind!" Uncle Luo raised his glass again and said to my grandfather: "Come on, Brother Zhijie, whether you are interested in helping or not, I have this temper, don't say anything else, I will come to your house for dinner for the first time today, Lao Luo, I respect you!" ”

Uncle and grandfather got up and handed it to grandpa, and together they returned the salute to Uncle Luo. Although Tang Yuxian is young, he is also the same generation as my grandfather, even if he sits in the next seat, he will not lose his manners.

Grandpa didn't squeak, and raised his glass with a hint of laughter. But in the next topic, Uncle Luo didn't mention what he had just done, but chatted with his grandfather about growing vegetables. I looked at them in amazement, but my grandfather was happy, and chatted with Uncle Luo again and again, as if growing vegetables was more fun than writing.

But my grandmother was watching from the sidelines, and she seemed to have a feeling of wanting to say something. Because they are all men, my mother can't interject on the sidelines, and it's a little awkward to stand on the sidelines. However, because he suddenly talked about the problem of growing vegetables, he talked about Zhuo Yiming, and Uncle Luo praised him for being a capable and excellent vegetable grower, and he did farm work well and diligently. Who knows, at this time, the grandmother interjected and said that it was a pity for the child's thin feet.

Uncle Luo was stunned for a moment, muttered for a few seconds, and then said, This is fate!

Speaking of fate, let everyone calm down.

I don't know why, everyone still has enough awe of this unknown mystery!

However, my grandmother looked ignorant and fearless, and when she saw that everyone was silent, she asked again, is Renfeng's cousin also a guest?

Uncle Luo saw that everyone was looking at him, so he straightened his figure, but muttered: "This matter is not so simple, I can't talk nonsense before I figure it out, but the villagers, there are some things that still need to be paid attention to!" ”

Originally, everyone thought that because of my grandfather, it would gradually get cold at this time, but I didn't expect that suddenly because of my grandmother, some peaks and loops turned around. Especially when I heard Uncle Luo talk about the affairs of Renfeng's family, everyone seemed to be quiet.

I realized that there were still people standing outside the door, and they were naturally all residents of the compound. Everyone was obviously in awe of Uncle Luo, and did not dare to come in my room to sit, and everyone was not so particular, either squatting outside, or leaning against the door, or sitting on the threshold. I was a little curious, but I vaguely guessed that it was Uncle Luo's reason. When I came out, I saw people from the Huayuan family, people from the Huijiang family, and Xiaohua's mother standing far away at the threshold of the front steps of the compound.

I don't know who leaked the wind, but in fact, the scope of the compound is only so large, and someone has seen it since my father returned. Later, when my mother went to look for Uncle Luo, someone obviously saw it. In addition, Uncle Luo just treated my father's injuries and didn't close the door, so it's normal for them to know about it.

It was Xiaohua's mother, because Xiaohua's father passed away, and obviously suffered a bigger blow. This was the first time I had seen her, and it felt like she was ten years older.