Time flies like a turtle climbing.

Deng Shijie was never happy in his heart. He was unhappy with himself, so he said goodbye, he was unhappy with Deng Fenglin's noisy and noisy conversations.

It's autumn harvest time in the village.

The golden rice paddies still look so familiar. The plump ears of rice bent down on the branches.

But Deng Shijie no longer had the heart to follow the adult's buttocks and pick up ears of rice for half sugar.

Most of it is because the mood is not beautiful, and secondly, I have eaten too much sugar, and the bantang is not so delicious.

"Aren't you going?"

"No, it's too hot, I'm still staying at home!"

Deng Fenglin and his wife, who wore straw hats, wanted to help Mr. Deng Derui harvest his more than one acre of rice.

Deng Fenglin and his family were away from home for two years, and their own rice fields could not be planted, so they were all lent to the uncle's family to plant.

"I don't need to worry about the rice I eat this year!"

Wu Di looked at the rice field in front of him and said.

When Deng Shijie was in the third grade, the fields in the village were still harvested by hand. Sickles, straw hats, and windmills (threshing machines) are their standard tools.

Every time you bend over, every handful you harvest, every bundle you peel off.

It's good to be able to harvest more than one acre of land in a day. People in a village will help each other, or they will go to another village and ask for help.

"Alas, I'm so tired, I haven't done it for so long, and I'm a little tired." Wu Di complained a little

"Stop babbling, hurry up and finish it, I'm going to go out tomorrow to find something to do."

Deng Fenglin is a stucco craftsman, but he has never worked seriously and returned from his studies. I thought I could go out and make a difference.

On the first day of harvesting rice, Deng Fenglin completed all the harvesting work, and the next thing was to dry the grain, which was handed over to Wu Di and he went to the town to find something to do.

It is necessary to dry the grain, the freshly harvested grain is wet, which is not conducive to storage, and the moisture in it must be dried.

But in September, it doesn't matter whether you dry the rice or not, the wind will rise, the rain will rain, and the sun will not go to work regularly.

Drying grain is hard work. Deng Shijie's only role is to sit in front of the door, look at the sky, and report at any time.

An "autumn harvest" event is also taking place at the school. Lavender picking.

This is a kind of flower, a kind of fragrant, Provence and a sea of flowers, it has become a beautiful scenery.

This thing in the countryside is money. Someone will come and collect it, and the school will get a sum of money to teach.

Rural schools have limited subsidies, and teachers and students are relatively poor, and they can earn a little bit. They need this autumn harvest.

And it's also a good protection activity.

For the children, it was a day where they could skip class. It is a day when teachers and classmates can sit together and play games.

What's reason not to be happy?

Outside the fence of Longfeng Village Primary School, there is a small meadow here, and a little further outside is a small bamboo forest, which is also a cemetery.

Deng Shijie walks from here every day to and from school, and he used to be fine when he walked with Deng Lingling and his sister.

But recently, he was afraid to die when he walked alone, the bamboo forest was too gloomy and terrifying.

The small meadow is the site of this autumn harvest. About two sacks of lavender can be collected every year, and it's wild, and no one would intentionally grow it here.

"Deng Shijie, let's do it together!" Deng Yu looked at Deng Shijie and Deng Lingling, who were sitting underground, and invited.

"Okay, I don't mind, class leader!" Deng Shijie rarely laughed again, as if he had found something funny.

"Yes, look at the way you can still laugh, don't worry too much!"

Deng Shijie was stunned for a moment, he didn't come to quarrel with himself for a long time. Then he responded: "Well, thank you for your concern, I'm fine, please give me more advice in the future!" ”

Deng Shijie stretched out his hand to shake hands with Deng Yu and stop fighting, he didn't want to fight with this group of people in the countryside anymore, it didn't make any sense.

Deng Yu was a little confused, this stinky boy was so polite, he was really embarrassed, but he still held it.

Deng Lingling sniffed on the side, she had a little cold in the past two days, probably tired from helping her family harvest grain.

She thought to herself, just your little tsundere, you still want to hook up with my family Shijie, don't be direct, what's embarrassing, it's weird that his head can turn around.

The autumn harvest is a lubricant that relieves the mood and regulates life, which temporarily makes Deng Shijie forget his troubles.

You can easily live for a while.

But he gradually alienated Deng Lingling, as well as Deng Yu and them, and he never let go of Wu Xiaodi in his heart.

He also dreamed of the scene of them meeting again, what a happy and warm scene.

It's a pity it's daytime.