Nagging, chattering, feelings come out, I don't know where a word came out.

Is this wrong? Yes, but it doesn't apply to anyone, let's say Deng Shijie.

Someone has counted how many words a person has to say in his life before he can stop talking? Does anyone know how many words a person has to say in a day to keep his mouth shut?

I don't think there will be any god who is so boring.

Deng Shijie was anxious. If there is a person who chatters in front of you for at least half an hour every day, and speaks no less than 300 sentences, no less than 30,000 words.

Without repetition, those who know Xing Ye's "Big Talk" may have more experience, and the Tang Seng in it is nothing more than that.

Since Deng Derui's death, Luo Po has started her cultivation.

What to repair? Cultivate the mind, cultivate the mind, and cultivate eloquence.

The first is to cultivate her eloquence, she has to talk to Deng Shijie for half an hour every day, not to say that her parents are short or her father and uncle are troubled.

Either that's the story of a small village, where the cow is lost, the dog is born, and the cat catches a mouse.

It is simple to cultivate the mind and mind, and I can talk to the old man in my dreams several times a year. I never knew what it meant to be afraid.

God's heart is quite powerful and terrifying!

Deng Shijie is unbearable, he is a quick temper, and he can't see others grinding and chirping with him for a long time.

Once, Luo Po sa chatted with him again.

"I remember that your father suffered a lot with us when he was a child!"

"At that time, there was not enough food in the team, and each family could only exchange that little."

Speaking of this, he smiled slightly, and continued.

"At that time, the whole family ate porridge, and there were not a few grains of rice!"

As he spoke, he showed a look of unbearability.

"Sometimes we don't have anything to eat, so we have to collect tree bark, grass roots, and vegetable leaves, make bark cakes and vegetable leaf soup, and eat them like that."

Until now, Deng Shijie didn't know what the concept of bark cake was, the only thing he knew was that his family had eaten bark when they were children.

"Your father was so thin when he was a child, but there is no way, this poor family really can't open the pot."

Luo Po said that she disappeared as she spoke, and she began to enter the state.

Later, when she recalled, she would not bring her own feelings, as if she was telling someone else's story.

The first thing Deng Shijie does when he comes back from school every day is to put down his schoolbag and run to Deng Lingling's cousin's house.

Why? Playing games, card slot games: Adventure Island, Contra and the like.

But before that, he couldn't escape the fate of this mantra.

At this moment, he fidgeted, and how many times he looked out the door, as if an angel was coming to save him.

It looks like a nail on his buttocks, and he always can't sit still, which is what Luo Po Suo said about her youngest son.

Deng Shijie's eyes were anxious, why didn't he come yet, why didn't it end, there was a ball of ants in his heart.

I couldn't sit still, he interrupted.

"What's the use of you telling me this, I really can't understand their suffering."

"Although I am still poor, I don't have to worry about food or drink, and I can't see when they are suffering."

"Tell me this, and I won't remember the bittersweet ones."

Luo Po just laughed and didn't refute. Actually, she just wants someone to accompany her, doesn't she?

The departure of the old man made her feel lonely, Deng Shijie was away from home for most of the day, not including the time to sleep at night.

Luo Po is not afraid of death, she feels that she has lived enough, but she is afraid of loneliness.

Staying alone, she always likes to think about the past, misses her youngest son, misses her grandson, and never thinks about the future.

Deng Shijie won't pay attention to these, he can't say why this kid is so unfilial, he can only say that he doesn't understand.

It's hard for a 10-year-old to understand what loneliness is.

Of course, this also has something to do with Deng Shijie's wildness, and it is okay to say that he is not filial.

"Grandma, Lingling is coming to me, I'm going out to play." Deng Shijie jumped three feet high, and the long-awaited angel finally came.

This is the Bodhisattva who saves suffering, Deng Shijie jumped to his feet with joy.

"Well, go ahead!" Granny Luo replied lightly, and her thoughts didn't know where to go, and she always had to be silent for a long time every time she was halfway through the chatter.

Deng Shijie pulled Deng Lingling and happily ran to her cousin's house to play games.

Deng Lingling is Deng Shijie's best cover, and he doesn't want Luo Po to know that he plays games every day.

Luo Posa never asked him what he was doing when he went out every day, whether he had written his homework, and how he was studying.

"Jer, come back for dinner!" Luo Posa's voice that could spread throughout the village made Deng Shijie reluctantly put down the game controller in his hand.

Is it really that fun?

Maybe not, but for poor and backward rural people, there is a video game that can be played, and it has to be said that it is the most interesting thing.

And Deng Lingling's cousin's card slot game machine is also his only pastime, he is a hemiplegic polio patient.

Deng Shijie hurriedly ended the game, threw down the controller and rushed home.

He didn't want the village to know that he ate like a cowherd every day and didn't know how to be on time, so he was embarrassed.

The daily chatter and the constant game, this is the last half year of Deng Shijie's life in the countryside.