At this time, Shaoqiu looked at the land that Hua Bo planted for himself, and smelled the soil that Hua Bo dug up, this soil is really a little fragrant. Looking at these soils, Shaoqiu thought of Xiaohua, it seems that Xiaohua is really her true daughter, this must not be wrong.

Thinking of these, Shaoqiu's mood couldn't be calm for a long time, and at this time, sitting by the dirt turned out by the flowers, and somewhere, maybe it was in the forest, there was an intoxicating fragrance. Shaoqiu was intoxicated at this time, and there must be no one in the world who could beat him, so he didn't want to go back, so he just sat on the edge of this field.

With the soil that these flowers have dug up, what more can Shaoqiufu ask for, even if the west wind is tight at this time, so what, he can still do without a quilt, and lie on this mountain without a quilt, compared to having a quilt, he still feels warmer.

Shaoqiu was lying on this mountain at this time, not for anything else, just to keep this beauty, and when he looked at the clouds in the sky, although it was gone, the moon wheel had already appeared. The moonlight sprinkled like a dream, but it made this young autumn feel afraid, afraid that all this was a dream.

Shaoqiu looked at this piece of moonlight, and was very disgusted at this time, why did he appear at this time, so that all this beauty seemed to have become a dream? Shaoqiu's anger is incomprehensible, no, he saw a piece of moonlight, pounced on it, and smashed it with a punch, trying to smash this annoying moonlight. If this is a dream, what will your life be? It's just horrible.

No, after a few punches on the ground, the moonlight still exists, and it won't disappear, it seems that all of this may be a dream.

Shaoqiu was angry at this time, and roared at this moonlight, if anyone saw it at this time, they would think that this person was a madman.

The punch failed, and Shaoqiu used this hoe to dig at the moonlight again, wanting to dig up the moonlight, so that all this could not become a dream, but it must be true. But all this is in vain, the moonlight is still the moonlight, no matter how you dig it, you can't dig it out, on the contrary, compared to before, this moonlight is brighter.

"Mom, could it be that this is really a dream?" Shaoqiu couldn't stop crying at this time.

However, he still has a way, at this time he stretched out his left hand, and his right hand kept pinching on it, and the death force was so pinched, the left hand was bleeding, it hurt, it didn't seem to be a dream. So this young autumn was ecstatic, and he did not suffer from bleeding, but bowed to the heavens, thanking the gods of heaven and earth for their great kindness.

Shaoqiu hummed a song and returned to his house, at this time he wanted to go to see the little flower, but at this time, he was tired for a day, and it was inconvenient to disturb others. I didn't go, I just stayed in my own house, and my own four-walled house, although not rich, was still warm and lovely.

After Shaoqiu had eaten, he sat down at his desk again, lit a kerosene lamp, and began to read a book. Just as I was looking at the beautiful place, the door that was already broken made a noise again, and I don't know who came in. Dare to love is the wind, at this time it is late at night, who else comes to his house?

However, Shaoqiu didn't dare to slack off, in case this person was a little flower, he didn't dare to put people aside, and he had to treat them well. Thinking of this, he stood up and leaned over to the door, trying to pull the door open, but his instinct told him that he couldn't, and as to why it was, he was momentarily confused.

Shaoqiu didn't dare to pull away, in this deserted village, robbers infested, alone in the middle of the night, can you care?

Shaoqiu didn't dare to open the door, just glanced at it, then returned to his seat and continued to read. And the door didn't ring at this time, it seemed that the wind was knocking on his door, hehe, knock if you want, why be so sneaky?

At this time, I have a little flower in my heart, and I can read good books, which is already content for Shaoqiu, so far in life.

And not far away there was a quarrel, the sound was not too loud, but it could be heard. It turned out that the bandit was arguing with this flower uncle, and it was also said that the black bandit wanted to exchange the bran in his own house for the rice that the flower man had worked so hard to grow, and the black bandit's bran still had a lot of maggots growing in the chaff.

How can this flower be willing? And there aren't a lot of rice in Huabo. And this black bandit insisted on this, and it didn't seem to be against his will for a while. So the two sides quarreled.

"Will you do it?" The black bandit roared arrogantly, as if he refused to change, the consequences would be quite serious, and he might even take the life of this flower uncle.

But how could Hua Bo, who regarded these rice as more important than his life, agree? Even if he were killed, he probably wouldn't agree to exchange with this bandit.

"Okay, count on you!" After the black bandit roared, he left the flower uncle's house.

At this time, Shaoqiu was staying in his room reading a book, and reading this book under the kerosene lamp was really good. Outside, the wind was gently knocking on the window, and although the window was broken, it was quite good to listen to the sound of the wind knocking.

After reading the book for a while, he stood up again, pacing up and down in his narrow room, thinking about this little flower, that peach-like face floating in front of his eyes, everything was wonderful.

"Open the door!" Someone outside the door roared, and when he listened carefully, it was none other than the bandits.

Shaoqiu had no choice but to open the door of the house, wondering what was going on with the bandit outside.

The black bandit was standing in this Shaoqiu's house at this time, panting, pulling this Shaoqiu outside the house, and said: "You are going to abuse Hua Bo, otherwise, Lao Tzu will want you to die." ”

"This ......" Shaoqiu was almost a little confused for a while, so Hua Bo was kind to himself, and he would never scold others.

"Are you going?" The bandits were intimidating. His eyes were so white that he couldn't stop trembling at this time, if this was against his will, it was still a question whether he could survive tonight.

"I'll ...... I'll go. Shaoqiu had no choice but to answer like this, otherwise, the bandit might burn down his house with a fire.

Shaoqiu stumbled out of his house at this time and walked towards Hua Bo's house, which was not far away, but walked for almost an hour. At this time, he felt that the dream had been broken, and he found that a good dream was just a dream, and how cruel and merciless the blow would be to people.

Shaoqiu stood in front of the door of this flower uncle's house, how lovely the light inside was at this time, and this light was shining on this Shaoqiu's body at this time, but for some reason it was a little chilly. And the wind, the wind of this deserted village is whistling incessantly, cutting on people's faces, it really hurts.

The black bandit was standing beside this Shaoqiu at this time, urging him vigorously, he had to scold Hua Bo, and on Shaoqiu's back, there was a sharp knife. This can't go against the will of this bandit, otherwise, if you go down with a knife, you will die immediately.