After hanging up the phone, you can't just leave. He Luo entrusted the painting, I still have to send it to Chen Yuanyuan. When she saw the portrait I sent, Chen Yuanyuan's eyes instantly turned red, and she hugged the frame and cried silently.

Ye Qianqian hurriedly comforted her, and at the same time looked at me puzzled.

"Accompany her well, if there is any situation, call me again." I sighed and said to Ye Qianqian in a heavy tone, and I didn't know how to explain to her about the entanglement between Chen Yuanyuan and He Luo for a while.

"Brother Liu... He's really... It's really ......" Chen Yuanyuan's voice choked up, and he couldn't say the two words that were piercing. There are tears on her beautiful face, and the crying pear blossoms bring rain, which adds a little haggard.

I didn't answer her directly, I put the bouquet of forget-me-not flowers I brought on the table, gently pushed it to her, and said slowly, "Remember him." ”

Looking at the bouquet of small blue flowers, Chen Yuanyuan was stunned, his eyes were wide open, but they were very empty.

I didn't stay any longer, and if I stayed any longer, maybe I couldn't help but tell the truth about He Luo. After leaving a few words to explain, I left in a hurry.

I cleaned up my mood, bought some things along the street, went to the car dealership to rent a car, and planned to close the store for two days, and go back to my hometown to accompany my father, and by the way to see what was going on to ask my father.

was about to pull the curtain on the door of the store, when Song Dabao came back. This kid is full of spring at this time, and he is dressed up in five people and six people, and he has completely lost the rustic atmosphere when he first left Denglong Mountain.

"How did you get back? How many days are left for your vacation? I glanced at him, my hands moving. I saw that only Song Dabao came, and Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't follow.

Song Dabao smiled 'hehe', and hurriedly came over to help pull the iron door, while explaining: "It's Miss Jiang that her college has resumed classes, and she has to come back to class." I've also gone to see my dad, and it's okay anyway, so it's better to come back and help Brother Liu do something. Brother Liu, where are you going? ”

"How about going back to my hometown, do you want to go together?" I turned my head to him and asked, my dad hadn't seen Song Dabao before, but he was just in time to let him see the two gods I was looking for.

Hearing that I was going back to my hometown, Song Dabao was quite happy, and quickly nodded and said, "Okay, okay, then I must go." You wait for me, I'll go buy something as a gift. ”

Saying that, Song Dabao turned around and was about to leave, so I dragged him back and said, "Buy everything, I've bought everything I should buy." Let's get in the car, let's go. ”

With Song Dabao, there is a person to talk to along the way, which will not be too boring. I drove out of the provincial capital, drove along the highway, and after an hour, I got off the highway and turned into a cement road.

The two of us opened a bottle of Red Bull and chatted with each other. He talked about the experience of returning to Denglong Village, bought back the big bag and small wraps, and gave his father a happy mouth.

He also bought some special medicine for his father, and bought a few beautiful clothes for Xiaodao, which can be called a return to his hometown.

In addition, he is a 'ginger girl', and he never gets tired of mentioning it. My ears were almost calloused, and I couldn't help but quip and say, "What? I brought them all back to meet the parents of the villagers, and they still called Miss Jiang? ”

Song Dabao blushed all of a sudden, waved his hand vigorously and denied: "What, what's the matter, people are just someone to send me back, where is it to see my parents...... Nothing! ”

After more than three hours of wandering, I finally saw the village. It was almost dinner in the evening, and my dad knew that I was going back, so he had prepared the meal early, and as soon as the car stopped outside the door, I could smell the smell of white flesh and blood sausages wafting out, and the roundworms in my stomach were ready to move.

"Dad, I'm back! Dabao, help move things. I beckoned to the door, and then moved the big bag and small wraps I bought in the trunk with Song Dabao to the yard.

Soon the old man opened the curtain and walked out, with a kind smile on his face. He was just over fifty years old, and he was already full of gray hair, and I felt sad when I saw it.

My dad had an accident in his early years and was seriously ill. Although his life was saved, he also injured his foundation and vitality, and fell into the root of the disease, otherwise this hall should have been passed on to my father first, rather than directly handed over to me.

"It's good to be back, why are you buying so many things? I'm alone, and I can't finish it, it's a waste. Dad complained and came over to help, his leg was a little lame, which was also the root of the accident in his early years.

I smiled and said, "What is this, I can't finish it and give it to the villagers." Whoever is going to come to the door, send two pieces of candy, and people can take care of it more, how good. Eh, Dad, don't do it, we're here. ”

"What? Think your dad is getting old? Daddy glared at me, but he didn't insist on carrying the carton of milk. He took out a cigarette gun from his belt, stuffed tobacco leaves into it, looked at Song Dabao and asked, "Young man, what's your name?" ”

"Hey, uncle, my name is Song Dabao. It's Brother Liu's two gods, you call me Dabao! Song Dabao hurriedly took the opportunity to introduce himself.

Dad looked up at me when he heard this: "Two gods? You kid finally found a second god? ”

"Hey, look at what you said, can the horseman still have two gods?" Song Dabao and I put the last few things into the house, dusted our hands, and locked the car door with the key.

"Well, too." Daddy smoked a cigarette and nodded, "Come, let's go inside, the food is ready." Dabao, the first time I came to our house, my uncle didn't make any preparations, just eat something. ”

When I entered the house, a table of food was not very rich, but it was full of the taste of home. White meat and blood sausage, stewed pork with sauerkraut, stewed vermicelli with cabbage, and stewed large intestine, the classic large intestine with small intestine, my dad loves to eat this thing.

I couldn't eat it, I thought it was too tasty.

The table was not big, and the three of them sat down separately, and Daddy's face was full of happiness. My grandparents went early, and my mother divorced my dad a long time ago, and it has always been our grandfather who has depended on each other, and it has been a long time since the third pair of chopsticks appeared on the table.

"Dabao, do you know how to drink?" Dad opened a bottle of wine, two pots, and made his own knives in the countryside. If a person who doesn't know how to drink drinks takes a sip, it's like a red-hot knife slashing all the way down his throat into his stomach, and a thief pulls hard!

Song Dabao hurriedly took the wine glass and said: You can drink some.

Then my dad nodded and poured him three taels. Song Dabao's face is blue, don't doubt it, our rural masters in the Northeast are so simple, in this concept, 'one point' is 'three or two wines', and if you can't drink it anymore, then you can't drink it, sit at the child's table.

I held back a smile, also raised the wine glass and took a glass, poured half a glass into my mouth, and then took a sip of sauerkraut to press the wine, and then asked the topic directly: "Dad, you said on the phone that someone found you to watch things?" What the hell is going on? ”

In fact, Dad has always been regarded as the 'god' in the village, and whoever has a headache and brain fever and loses his soul will ask him to help him. Although Dad doesn't have an immortal family, the knowledge and basic skills of people in the yin and yang industry are still there.

Some small things, he can handle on his own.

Daddy poured a glass of three taels of white wine into his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, and then grinned and said, "That's the case." Do you remember, your third aunt? ”

The generations in the countryside are very chaotic, and the arguments seem to be relatives, and the third aunt no longer knows which generation to start with. But I remember seeing it twice when I was a kid.

"Remember, what's wrong? I remember, didn't their family contract a few mountains in the early years, and made a lot of money by raising wild boars and releasing mountain goods? "I took the food between the dishes and reminisced as I ate.

Dad nodded and said, "Well, your third aunt has two sons. You have to call them ...... by seniority Forget it, whatever he calls it. In short, it was the little one who had an accident. ”

With the strength of the wine, my father told us about my third aunt and son's son at the dinner table. And after I listened to it, I had two words in my heart: I deserve it.