Wang Miao fell asleep, half-asleep and half-awake, as if she had drunk a big bowl of medicine, and her mouth was full of bitterness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A strange aunt fed him porridge again, and vaguely remembered that Shi and Huahua were standing next to him with a rice bowl each, looking at him while pulling rice into their mouths.

When I woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

When I woke up, I was suffocated, and after releasing a large amount of black filth, I was immediately refreshed and felt very good.

Back in the house, Huahua pointed to a set of clothes next to the bed and said, "Uncle, this is grandpa's clothes, grandma said that your clothes are torn and you can't wear them anymore, well, also, grandpa said, let you tie this to your arm." ”

Wang Miao took the strip of cloth and saw that it was torn from her orange clothes.

Wang Miao always felt like a prisoner in that dress, and thought she was going to be freed, but she didn't expect that she still couldn't get rid of it, which was a bit strange.

"Why did you let me tie this cloth?

"Uncle, I'll take you to see grandpa later, I'll wait for you outside,"

Wang Miao was thinking about the strip of cloth, and when he came back to his senses, the chubby little figure had disappeared at the door, Wang Miao shook his head, picked up his clothes and looked at them for a while.

"There are no zippers and buttons, just like the flowery and stone clothes, this village is so retro?

Put on his clothes, tie the red cloth, and go out of the room and walk around the hall.

"An ordinary peasant house, with rooms on the east and west sides, a hall in the middle, a kitchen in the back, a door facing south, glass on the windows, mirrors, no wires, and no electrical appliances.

Wang Miao looked at it for a while, and didn't find anything strange, so he walked towards the gate.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he turned back to the hall, looked at a small calendar hanging on the wall, and his eyes widened.

The above page clearly shows that in 2020, Gengzi, May 1,

Wang Miao was stunned for a while, shook his head, and went out to look for flowers.

As soon as she went out, she saw Huahua holding her cheeks, squatting there in a daze, Wang Miao took her little hand, "Go, Huahua, go to grandpa,"

"Well, let's go to Grandpa," Flowey was overjoyed when she saw him coming.

"Huahua, where is your grandfather?

"Grandpa and grandma are working in the field, Brother Shi went to herd sheep, grandpa's surname is Gu, I don't remember what his name is, well, grandma's surname is He, I don't know what it's called, hey, Aunt Sun, hello,"

Aunt Sun smiled when she saw Huahua from a distance, Wang Miao hurriedly said hello, Aunt Sun looked at him, and saw the red cloth on his arm, smiled even more, nodded, bent down, and took out a few pieces of glutinous rice cake and stuffed it to Huahua.

"Thank you, auntie," Huahua took it and stuffed it into her mouth,

"Good boy," Aunt Sun pinched Huahua's arm, carried the basket and walked away with a smile.

Wang Miao looked at the pile of snacks in her hand and couldn't laugh a little, roasted sweet potatoes, boiled corn, fried rice cakes, this is not his, it is Huahua's, the people she met along the way, but if there is anything to eat, she will take it out and give it to Huahua, she is not refused, she accepts them all, she can't take it herself, she can only hold it for her.

"Huahua, you can't finish eating so much,"

"Uncle, you can eat it too, well, you can't eat that rice cake, you can eat anything else,"

"Flowey, you'll get fat if you eat too much,"

"I'm fat, and no matter how fat I am, I won't be fat, huh," Flowey replied to him.

"Huahua, your clothes look good," Wang Miao no longer struggled with the problem of eating.

"Well, yes, I also think it's very good-looking, this is the Chinese New Year, grandma took me to the county town to embroider the aunt to buy, it cost a lot of money, I want to think about it, well, I don't remember, anyway, a lot of money,"

"Do you recognize the money?"

"Recognize, a copper coin is a penny, you can buy a bun, well, and silver coins, I don't recognize silver coins,"

Wang Miao stopped when she heard this, "Huahua, have you always lived in this village, what about your father and mother?"

"No, I used to live in the hospital, I stayed for a long time, one day I slept and woke up next to a lot of people, I didn't know each other, I was so scared, and then a few uncles and aunts took me, and the stone, and several children, after a long time in the carriage, I got here, well, I and the stone have a new home, I have a grandfather and grandmother, but I can't see my father and mother, woo...... Mom and Dad, I miss Mom, woo......"

Wang Miao didn't care about getting her clothes dirty, stuffed the snacks into her pocket, and quickly picked up the crying flowers, regretting it, and kept comforting her.

The second half of the way is Wang Miao kept comforting Huahua to come, and it is also thanks to the fact that everyone in this village knows Huahua, the little girl is crying like this, it is impossible to rely on her to lead the way, Wang Miao can only ask while walking.

When she arrived at a rice field, Huahua was almost crying, Huahua's eyes were sharp, and she saw two old men, a man and a woman, coming over from a distance, breaking free from Wang Miao's arms, and shouting that grandma pounced on the old woman.

The two old men were rolled up their trouser legs and sleeves, their bare feet covered with mud, they were dressed as peasants, their skin was dark, their hair was occasionally gray, their foreheads and the corners of their eyes were wrinkled, but they were in good spirits.

"Uncle Gu, Aunt He, hello, I'm Wang Miao, thank you two for saving each other,"

Wang Miao bowed respectfully to the two old men.

Gu Changan carefully looked at the young man in front of him who claimed to be Wang Miao,

He is slightly taller than himself, about 1.75 meters, with a thin figure, slightly messy hair, which is ordinary, but his forehead is quite full.

What impresses people is that his slightly longer eyes, which are dark and bright, pure and deep.

Gu Bo smiled and stretched out his right hand,

"Wang Miao, hello, it seems that you are recovering well, your spirit is very good, my name is Gu Chang'an, a native of Shangliang Village, I am sixty years old this year, hey, the years are not forgiving, I will reach Huajia in a blink of an eye, this is my wife He Yulan." ”

"Aunt He, hello," Wang Miao let go of her hand and bowed to Aunt He again, Aunt He hugged Huahua and nodded with a smile,

Gu Bo looked at his wife, "You have also worked hard, go back and rest, and leave the rest to me,"

He Yulan agreed, hugged Huahua, who was chubby and still had tears on her face, and was about to go home, Wang Miao quickly took out a bunch of snacks on her body and handed them to Aunt He.

Huahua suddenly came alive again when she saw the food, jumped out of Aunt He's arms, and followed her grandmother home with the fart.

"Uncle Gu, are you planting seedlings, right? I'll help you," Wang Miao said as she looked at the half-planted rice field.

"Can you plant seedlings? Have you ever been in the ground before?" Gu Bo was a little surprised,

"When I was a child, I stayed in the countryside, and I almost forgot about it, and if there is something wrong, I have to ask you for more advice,"

"Good, good, young people can work in the fields, rare, come, I'll teach you,"

Lao Gu is also happy, this is an extra labor, and it is natural to get twice the result with half the effort, and after the work is done, the sun is gradually turning westward, the two washed the mud on their hands and feet, put on shoes and socks, and found a place to sit down and rest.

Uncle Gu took out a dry tobacco, took out a box of cigarettes and handed it to Wang Miao, Wang Miao didn't smoke much, but he also knew that this was a good way for the two men to eliminate strangeness and shorten the distance, so he didn't refuse, and reached out to take it.

After a while, the heads of the two of them were filled with green smoke, like two bodhisattvas who lit incense for themselves, and they did not need mortals to make offerings, and they were self-sufficient.