Chapter 223: The Village

"How can this be solved?" La Dola asked rhetorically.

"yes, why grilled lamb chops?" Obviously, the friends are more interested than La Dora.

"Because Xin Qiji is a representative of the bold faction, his style must be very tough." Edamame raised an eyebrow and said, "It's like grilled lamb chops, it's all meat, it's fragrant and spicy!" Those big heroes drank wine and ate meat in big bowls. ”

The friends laughed, and they touched their stomachs - they were really told by the edamame that they were hungry.

Ge Dazhuang brought his favorite sugar-fried chestnuts to Ladora, the important thing is that these chestnuts are still hot, and Ladora really likes it so much.

While tasting the food and thinking about it, La Duo La felt that Ge Dazhuang and Edamame Mao were not right, and it said what he thought:

"If I had to describe Xin Qijian in terms of deliciousness, I think there must be more than one dish. The most outstanding advantage of Xin Qiji is that he draws on a wide range of materials. In addition to writing about the righteousness of his family and country, he will also write about pastoral scenery, and even the ordinary life of ordinary people, he will also write down a stroke with enthusiasm. ”

Ge Dazhuang looked around, it was probably close to noon, and the wetland park was getting quieter and quieter.

Ge Dazhuang swallowed his saliva and asked expectantly, "Ladola, can you take us to the world of poetry?" I...... I miss Qingxiaolong so much...... How's it going? ”

As the old saying goes: If you don't see each other for a day, you don't see each other for three autumns, although Ge Dazhuang and Qing Xiaolong have been separated for less than three days, he already feels that it is longer than three years.

La Dola knew it in his heart, it clapped its hands, and without saying a word, it directly recited the decree that everyone was familiar with:

"Go and come, I'm a poet, go!"

When the children wake up from their dreams, they are confused by what they see.

Streams, grass, huts—why are you still in the same place?

"Huh? Didn't it work out? Edamame muttered.

However, the children soon saw a different landscape.

A gray-haired old woman was sitting on a low bench in front of the thatched hut basking in the sun, and the old lady also spotted the children and opened her mouth to say something.

But the old lady's dialect was incommotable to the children. But the old lady's voice was gentle and her expression kind, which did not make the children nervous at all.

The children thought that the old lady was greeting them, so they all bent down and bowed to the old lady, and said sweetly: "Hello old man! ”

On both sides of the creek are green crops, and a tall boy is weeding the bean fields with a hoe.

Not far away, there was a "clucking" sound, and it was the chicks who were strolling around the courtyard communicating with each other.

"Who are you?"

A small head suddenly emerged from the grass at the head of the stream, a child whose hair had been shaved into the shape of a peach, and looked a little smaller than Tang Duoduo's four-year-old sister Tang Tiantian.

He was lying on the grass, his two chubby little feet swaying, holding an emerald green lotus pod in his hand, and he was peeling lotus seeds while staring curiously at the edamame.

At this time, the sun is just right, and everything is so harmonious and fresh.

"Qingpingle Village Residence"

[Song] Xin abandoned the disease

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is good in drunk, and the white-haired man is a woman.

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops. The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed. ”

As soon as La Dola's words fell, a lotus seed was thrown over, and it just hit La Dora's eyebrows.

"Oops!" Ladora rubbed her eyebrows and said with a smile: "What a naughty child!" ”