"Alas!" Zhang Lan sighed heavily. "Mom, or I won't read it. I'll go to work. Qiuhua finally made up her mind and said.

"No, our family's hopes are all on you, you are a good seedling for studying, and your mother will sell blood for you to go to school." Mother said categorically.

At the beginning, Aunt Zhao's son came out to mix before he finished junior high school, and now he is hitting a wall everywhere, although Zhang Lan often hears others say that my son didn't read anything, and now he has opened a company or something like that, but she knows that this is a minority after all, and Zhang Lan doesn't want to follow in Aunt Zhao's footsteps.

"It's okay, you go to sleep first, and then think about it tomorrow at your grandmother's house." Zhang Lan comforted. Qiuhua said "oh" and went into the room, but this night, she couldn't sleep at all.

Qiuhua's grandmother lived a little farther away in a mountain village called Suolong Village. It is said that the spring water in this village is particularly sweet because there is a dragon ball in the ground of this village, and the dragon ball is certainly not the dragon ball mentioned in the anime, which is a substance made of the essence of the dragon's body, also known as the dragon pill. Legend has it that a long time ago, a chivalrous man sealed an evil dragon here, as for the surname, because the age is no longer available, only known as his surname Xiao, and later he attracted the water of Yao Chi to wash the evil dragon's body every day, and this village was also named "Suolong Village".

In that era, it was forbidden to talk about ghosts and gods, and the village was changed to "Suolong Village". But today, the villagers only regard this as a beautiful legend.

"Mom, we're coming to see you." Zhang Lan shouted towards the inner room. At this moment a man came out of the house, but it was a young and strong young man.

When the man saw Zhang Lan, he immediately walked over and said respectfully, "Hello aunt." "Eh, Brother Long, why are you here?" Qiu Hua was full of surprise at the appearance of the person in front of him.

He is Qiuhua's cousin Qiulongcheng, and he is the adopted child of Qiuhua's uncle, who has never married in his life, so he adopted an adopted son.

The Qiu family has a total of three brothers, Qiu Hua's father Qiu Siyuan ranks second, the eldest Qiu Siping, just an adopted son Qiu Longcheng, the third Qiu Sichuang, has a daughter Qiu Tiantian, Qiu Hua remembers that happy childhood, the family lives in this ancestral house, although there will be some bumps in life, but there is incomparable happiness.

When I was a child, Qiu Hua liked to play with Qiu Long City and Qiu Tiantian everywhere, and went to the creek to fish in the summer. Whenever this time, Qiuhua will help on the side, and Qiu Tiantian will follow behind Qiuhua, always hanging a big snot, and Qiuhua always calls her "slug." ”

In the autumn, the children go to help the family harvest the crops, but they don't feel tired, and they still have the energy to run around after each harvest. The fiery clouds in the sky changed into different shapes, and they lay on the grass, telling the story of Zhu Bajie's greed and trouble.

Later, the old man Qiu fell ill and drove to the west early. Uncle Qiu San also committed an accident and fled abroad, and there has been no news so far. And the uncle, like his father, did not escape the family's illness and doom.

Qiuhua stood in this ancestral house, remembering all kinds of past events, and the haze suddenly rose and became depressed in his heart.

Qiuhua has not appreciated this kind of rural scenery for a long time, and the evening glow on the horizon is so dazzling, Qiuhua did not feel the poetry in his heart, and wrote:

"I Stand by the Window and Chant

I stood by the window and chanted.

The sunset is a beautiful lover,

The hem of her skirt froze the clock that didn't know how to stop.

Occasionally, there was a wild goose for a while,

Fly from south to east.

The clouds are children who run,

The children chased the marshmallows in the sky, hurrying.

Love the evening breeze at the bridgehead,

I love you on the bridge,

with that slice of orange-scented sky. ”

"Auntie, grandma, I'll go first, I'm going to report to the police station today." After breakfast in Autumn Dragon City, he had already packed his luggage.

After Qiu Longcheng retired from the army, he was assigned to a police station in Guangmo City as the deputy director, and today is the day of the official report, he has never done this kind of public office, and his heart can't help but be excited and nervous.

The police station was near Qiuhua School, thinking of this, Qiulongcheng patted Qiuhua on the shoulder and said, "By the way, Xiaohua, I will work near Qiaoen High School in the future, if you have any difficulties, just look for me, you know?"

Seeing Qiu Hua nodded, Qiu Long Cheng smiled with satisfaction, stretched out his fist and hit Qiu Hua lightly in the chest, and then turned around and left.

The sound of "da-da" sounded again, adding a touch of liveliness to the quiet house, and the old man stood in the doorway and looked at his distant back, sad.

After breakfast, Zhang Lan saw that the old house hadn't been cleaned for a long time, so she decided to clean it up today. Zhang Lan began to pack up the clutter, and Qiu Hua was also assigned to carry water.

There is a spring in Suolong Village named "Zhenglong Spring", as mentioned in the preface, this spring water is also homophonic, which originally means "Zhenlong". Qiuhua looked at the sparkling, crystal clear spring water, couldn't help but drink a few sips, whether the legend is true, Qiuhua doesn't know, Qiuhua only knows, the spring water here is indeed as delicious as outsiders say.

After Qiuhua finished fetching water, he lifted them up with a flat pole, I don't know if it was Qiuhua's illusion, Qiuhua felt that the two buckets of water didn't seem to be very heavy, and they walked all the way.

When I arrived at the door of the house, I found that the whole house was brand new, and the things were placed in a patchwork manner.

Grandma Qiuhua saw this scene and didn't feel that she was in tears. She said gratefully: "Ah Lan, thank you so much, our family Siyuan married you, it is really a blessing from a lifetime of cultivation, but it's a pity that he is blessed."

Zhang Lan shook her head and said, "Mom, this is all what I should do." I don't regret marrying Ah Yuan. Qiuhua was suddenly a little moved, when his father was introduced to his mother, and his mother at that time also knew some words and loved to write, because of family reasons, his mother did not read much.

When her father found out, he taught her how to write. It is said that his father captured his mother's heart with just one poem. There is no flower before the moon, there is no vow, the love in their eyes, to put it bluntly, is nothing more than feeling right, regardless of whether he is the son of the richest man, just feel happy.

And isn't this what love should look like? And he has been with Liu Ting for three years, and three years of companionship is not as good as his pocket, Qiuhua doesn't feel a little ironic.

There is no shortage of traces of happiness around us, it can happen on a crowded platform, a small coffee shop, a bus full of tired people, maybe it happens on a charming night, a dusk when the fog will break, an accident that cannot be in the accidental time, or just a rubble, or just a turn, or just a greeting, we can all find traces of happiness.

In a sense, happiness can be as simple as we can feel happiness from a gorgeous autumn leaf falling to the ground, we can also feel happiness from a quiet stream of water, and we can also feel happiness from a candle waiting for the dawn.

In general, happiness can be a building, a brand-new luxury sports car, a bag that is the envy of everyone, and happiness can be a material.

To put it mildly, happiness may be the small umbrella on the head on a rainy day, or the cordial call of the chicks after returning home from work, or the heart-to-heart communication of the couple at night, or the afternoon black tea handed over when they are busy, or the first hanging of the pillow person in the morning without makeup, happiness can also be a feeling.

If you want to say who carries more happiness, then you have to ask your inner self.