The young soldier knew that he and the middle-aged man's target of reconnaissance - the young man would not cause any big trouble, so he was even more bored, so he stepped forward and greeted the middle-aged soldier who was dozing: "This big brother, do you think that young man is really a fool? ”

"Oh, don't be careless, this kid, but there is some blessing of 'someone will carry it when the sky falls, and you will eat it yourself', I heard that the general Ji was going to marry his daughter to him. I really don't know what the general thinks. The middle-aged soldier replied nonchalantly.

"This ...... You know, that's really the case?!" The young soldier stuck out his tongue and retracted his neck, which was looking out the window. He had just taken over the job, and he still had many questions in his heart.

At this time, with the fierce heavy rain, the puddles in the alley have gathered into a small river, and then surging into a turbulent river.

The water carried vegetable leaves, wooden blocks, stones, broken bamboo baskets, earthen baskets, and even clothes that no one had time to collect, and so on, all of which flowed straight into the ditches along the street, forming a whirlpool of whirlpools.

All kinds of debris rushed to the key bridge in the ditch with the flow of water and mud, and then these turbulences will rush straight through the bridge hole, and then converge into a torrent and rush to the suburbs.

A little baby broke free from the old carpenter's hand, and he threw himself at a whirling bamboo basket despite the heavy rain. The chicks in the bamboo basket were chirping as the basket was turbulent in the whirlpool.

The old carpenter exclaimed, and the oil-paper umbrella was thrown on the ground. He grabbed the baby, but his feet slipped and he fell into the ditch where water was stored on the side of the road. The grandfather and grandson swerved down with the turbulence, rushed out of the alley, and ran to the key bridge.

At this time, the water rose very violently, and it was almost as high as the bridge.

The rapid waves crashed against the bridge, booming and shaking, and the water splash was smashed into mist.

As soon as Shaoyi heard Gu Gu beckoning to start the meal in the back room, he saw the grandson's cry, he picked up the nearest bamboo pole, rushed to the edge of the ditch with an arrow step, and handed the other end of the bamboo pole to the grandfather and grandson who were swept back by the turbulence in the water.

The baby choked on her saliva, but fortunately, she grabbed the placket of the old carpenter's clothes and did not let go. The old carpenter tried hard to grasp the bamboo pole, once, twice, but his open hand was washed away by the water.

It looks like it is about to be washed under the bridge, and this time it will be washed towards the diversion canal by the larger flow of water that follows. The momentum is even more dangerous.

Shaoyi's mind turned quickly, and he hurried along the ditch on the path, running far faster than the grandson and grandson were washed away in the water, and sure enough, the boy reached the bridge first.

Standing on the side of the bridge and looking at the bridge, the bridge shook straight under the impact of the current, and the bridge hole was bearing the impact of the rushing current.

Shaoyi hurriedly sent out the bamboo pole, and put the long end of the bamboo pole on the opposite bank of the bridge, as if a bamboo pole bridge had been erected. The bamboo pole was just in front of the bridge, and then the boy pressed the bamboo pole against the big tree on this side with his body, so as not to be washed away by the raging water.

At the moment when the grandfather and grandson were rushed across the bridge, the bamboo pole stopped them horizontally, and the grandfather and grandson were hung on the bamboo pole.

The people next to him rushed one after another, three times and five divided by two, and everyone worked together to bring the grandfather and grandson ashore.

"Lao Yu, your life is really big, thanks to this little guy. ”

The old carpenter shouted to his grandson: "Barbarian, thank you ...... yet"

......

The middle-aged soldier pointed to the young soldier who had returned to the eaves of the opposite roof and reverted to the peaceful, dull young man, and said, "Have you seen it? This is a good life, not only for your own good, but also for the benefit of others." ”

The young soldier scratched his head, even more puzzled.

"You still don't believe what I said, you look at the second floor opposite now, see who dares to touch him?!" The middle-aged soldier didn't even raise his eyelids when he spoke, as if he was still tasting the sweetness of the rock tea.

The young soldier looked at each other, and really, there were two warriors who looked obviously trained but were both dressed as good citizens, and they were chatting on the opposite floor, but their eyes were watching the movement downstairs from time to time.

"We're just the official guys. Those people are the faithful Deadpool. The middle-aged soldier said with a yawn.

The young soldier opened his mouth wide in surprise, and the farmer on the upper floor opposite him did not shy away from seeing him, but threw a friendly look at him from a distance, and clenched his fist at him. This may be regarded as a face-to-face and a polite act.

"Coo, co......o," murmured the doves sheltering from the rain under the porch.

At this time, Shaoyi, who had eaten, became a little dull again, compared with Gugu feeding the horses first, then cleaning the courtyard, and then cooking and laundry, he was a little idle like a son.

Gu Gu said: "When you do your work, I don't think you're clumsy, or you don't use your brains, and then you don't, I think you're too slow, and the daylily is cold when you're done, so when I'm working, you still sit there, your feet, shut your mouth and give me honesty, girl, I'm angry as soon as I work, let's say okay, don't mess with me on the inch." ”

Shaoyi obediently slipped away with his tail between his legs, and added: "I let me practice, I'm still a drag, isn't it?!"

The fat aunt shook her head when she saw such a scene, and shouted that you stupid girl, tired of life, let's see, when will women who work hard to do housework get back the same respect and control, or poetry and distance are important, and a tall man under the clogs walks on the street and twists his buttocks, which shows his worth.

How can I understand this, I am disgraced all day long, busy before and after, and happy. The fat sister-in-law shook her head again and said that she didn't even know that this stupid eldest sister was at a loss.

At this time, he sat there, and as soon as he walked his mind, the thoughts in his mind involuntarily spread his wings and fly—

In Shaoyi's eyes, looking down from the perspective of flying, the streets, shops and alleys are dots and lines, much like the Chinese paintings made by the fortune teller, the columns, beams, purlins, and corner beams...... It is the ink line of this pen, which is thick, thin, powerful, rhyme, undulating, black and white...... Like brushstrokes, it has its own personality and carries various moods......

If it is night, in the consciousness of the dove-like cruise, the boy will see the lights of ten thousand homes:

From the tiger skylight on the roof of the old-fashioned alley, past the intricately carved wood-framed window sashes, to the moon flowers in the flower pots on the windowsill, the overnight clothes on the bamboo poles, and the tiles flying up to the house......

Then, fly over the stove of the carpenter shop in Dahe City, pass the steps of the bookstore, pass the red sleeve pavilion of Fengyin Tower, the stone lion of the key bridge, and then fly over the downtown entrance, Zhiduguan, Bell and Drum Tower, pass through the hall and pass the large household courtyard in the east city, pick up the gold leaf on the plaque of Guozijian, and then fly up the corner tower of the palace, and look at the palm lamp river of Zhaode Hall in the distance......

At this point, the deep thinking of one less will lead to ten thousand sorrows:

In this bustling city, thousands of homes are brightly lit, hey, but none of them belong to themselves and goo......

The village is gone, but my heart is still there......

Shaoyi felt that he and Gugu had become out-and-out orphans, and the village chief who loved them the most was gone......

So far, I have never even seen or heard of my biological parents......

Thinking of this, Shaoyi retracted his thoughts, and no longer visited the various places in the clouds that brought excitement and novelty, but sat down, and glanced at the busy cooing in front of the stove and behind the stove.

Back to reality, he felt even more uncomfortable, he wanted to give his relatives a home, just like Gugu gave him a warm, popular three meals a day, he really had to take care of her.

The rain was pouring down, and every now and then a bolt of lightning would tear through the sky, and a thunderclap would fall.

Through the afterglow of lightning, Shaoyi saw the middle-aged soldiers in the second-floor teahouse, and there seemed to be other people hiding in the depths of the rainy night