Xing Yi was painting, and for more than an hour, he heard the door ringing, put down his pen and walked out of the study, and saw Ni Shuzhen coming back alone.

He asked, "What about Xiaomei and Yuanchi?" ”

Ni Shuzhen said: "I met my grandparents on the street and led them to the night market. ”

"Will you buy something for him?"

"Xiaomei followed, not afraid. Besides, my grandfather's hands are very tight, and he won't spend money indiscriminately. ”

Xing Yi moved two rattan chairs outside and said, "Playing the harmonica in the moonlight, there is a different mood, come on." ”

Ni Shuzhen said: "I haven't blown it for a long time, and I don't know if my tongue is still flexible." ”

Xing Yi sat high, Ni Shuzhen sat low, rested her head on his chest, and played.

After blowing two notes, he raised his face and asked, "Do you hear that?" ”

"Of course, lovely home."

Where is this Scottish folk song, the song, played by the sea? I've played it, and today is the third time.

Accompanied by the rhythm of the harmonica, Xing Yi hummed softly:

Even though I have traveled all over the beautiful palaces/I have enjoyed the riches and glory/But wherever I go/I always miss my home/Like a voice from heaven/Calling me cordially/I have traveled all over the cape/Always miss my home

After humming the first paragraph, wait for Ni Shuzhen to play a passage through the door, and then hum the second paragraph:

When I walk through the wilderness/The moon is bright and clear/I want to see my mother/I miss my beloved child/She is looking up at the bright moon in the sky/Standing in front of the thatched hut/Where the fragrant fragrance of flowers comes/I can't smell it anymore

In the third paragraph, Ni Shuzhen simply didn't play the harmonica, and the two hummed together:

No glory can touch the heartstrings of the wanderer / I only want to return / to that humble home / those birds that listen to my call / fly back to me / let me relive a peaceful life / sweeter than everything

At the end, the voices of both of them were raised at the same time.

Home / Home / Lovely home / I have traveled all over the world / Always miss my home

Passionate, he lowered his head, she straightened up, and the two kissed together.

Bathed in the moonlight like water, he recited the silent night thoughts affectionately: the bright moonlight at the bedside......

Ni Shuzhen asked: "Which part of your life should be unforgettable?" ”

Xing Yi fell into deep thought.

"Washing dishes at Liuqing Hotel?"

He shook his head slightly.

"Hydropower plant looking at the water tower?"

The head is still shaking, it is not.

"That's at the chemical plant?"

He muttered, "If I really want to mention the unforgettable, it was when I came out of the submersible pump shaft." ”

She was curious: "Submersible pump well? In the factory? What is that place? ”

He secretly laughed and said, "You mentioned these paragraphs, they are all very meaningful. It's really unforgettable. ”

The eyes sparkle with light, intertwined with the starlight, the moonlight, and the lights of the old town under the mountain.

Suddenly, he pushed Ni Shuzhen up: "Look." ”

There was a flash somewhere in the county.

"Where is that?" He asked.

Ni Shuzhen stood up, walked forward for a while, looked carefully, and came back and said, "It should be a section of Jinhou Street near the city, and it seems to be a large old brick wall." ”

The light of the fire flickered and faded, and soon dimmed.

The two analyzed that either fireworks were set off or what debris was burned.

Ni Shuzhen told Xing Yi that when she was a child, she often went to the old wall of Jinhou Street, where there was a large patch of artichoke flowers, and all kinds of butterflies came to collect nectar, and a few little girls went to catch them. If only you could see it clearly in broad daylight.

Xing Yi said: "I also have an impression of the wall, some people put wooden stakes in the cracks of the wall, put clay pots on the wooden stakes, plant cacti balls, and bloom white flowers, the flowering period is very short, just a little in the evening.

"Once I went to steal the cactus ball, and pulled the cactus over, and the cactus fell down along with the clay pot, and there was a panic at that time, and my head flashed quickly, and I dodged it, but the cactus ball hit my shoulder, and I pricked several thorns, and it hurt for several days."

"By the way, there is such a thing, we found a cactus ball on the ground, and smashed it to pieces, it turned out to be a good thing you did?"

"What a coincidence, you found out at that time?"

Wu Xiaomei came back with Yuanchi.

My grandfather was generous today and bought a lot of things for his grandson.

Sister Xiaomei helped him put things into the house, he lay in his mother's arms, and asked, "When will I go to my grandparents' house?" ”

Ni Shuzhen kissed her son's forehead and said, "In a few days, I will send you there and stay with your grandparents for a while." ”

"Great, great, I'm going to see my grandparents." slapped his slap and went home to report to Sister Xiaomei.

The weather was good for several days, Xing Yi went to the village for a few more days, and received a notice from the county to prepare for the interview team for supporting agriculture and poverty alleviation.

When I came back, I passed by Jinhou Street, saw a corner of the wall from a distance, remembered the moonlight in the distance that night, and couldn't help but walk over.

He had been there, but he didn't know which unit the wall belonged to, when it was built, and what it was used for, so he couldn't investigate it.

What Xing Yi saw now was a half-sided shed built against the fence, with the door open and a lot of waste piled up inside, and he realized that this should be the acquisition point of the two fathers and sons, that is, their home.

Although they are all waste products, the stacking is quite neat, classified, and relatively clueless. Near the door, there is a small table with books and papers piled on the top.

The father was alone in the shed, Xing Yi walked in, but he was busy inside, not caring if anyone came in.

Xing Yi saw a stack of manuscripts, a piece of glass pressed against it, and he could see what was written on the paper.

It turned out to be a novel written, and the manuscript was almost an inch thick, and after calculation, there were more than ten tens of thousands of words.

The young man happened to come back from school, and when he saw Xing Yi, he immediately recognized that it was the one who lived in Dongmenpo, so he took the initiative to say hello: "Hello." ”

"Hello." Xing Yi nodded, pointed to the bottom of the glass and asked, "Is this a novel you wrote?" ”

The young man replied, "It's not finished yet." ”

"Can you give me a sneak peek?"

"It's okay, you see." took a folding chair, opened it for Xing Yi to sit on, and handed the manuscript to Xing Yi.

Xing Yi read more than ten pages, although the words are a little scribbled, but the article is quite smooth, the words are appropriate, there are a lot of adjectives, it is a campus story, the interaction between the school flower and the school grass...... At his current age, he began to dabble in this subject matter, which is indeed a little early.

He is not yet fifteen years old, and perhaps his relationship with the female classmate has already begun. If you have a feeling for literature, then young man, the love history that happened to you later, cleverly written, maybe it will be a classic.

Now that it's in its embryonic state, someone needs to straighten it out.

Xing Yi asked him, "Have you seen Romeo and Juliet?" ”

"Yes, Shakespeare's four great tragedies."

He said three correctly, Romeo and Juliet are not among the four major tragedies, but Xing Yi did not propose to correct it, and asked: "Has the Lady of the Camellias seen it?" ”

"Yes, Dumas wrote it."

"Have you seen the campus life and death love?"

Shake one’s head.

Xing Yi said: "I haven't seen it either, but I've heard of it, and when I find it later, I'll lend it to you." ”

Xing Yi pretended. I said in my heart, this is your own business, but it hasn't happened yet.

Now Xing Yi's deep thoughts in his heart are to take care of this matter, assuming that this is a modern version of a romantic tragicomedy, then I have to find a way to participate in its occurrence, development and ending.