It is said that the horse is thin and long, and the grace in Xiangjiu's eyes is also yellow like an autumn grass. He scattered the seeds on the ground and thought of making fertilizer himself. Xiangjiu looked elsewhere, and with a cry of grace in his mouth, tears fell down and he caught it salty with the corner of his mouth. Enchang knew what was going on, hesitated for a while, or angrily grabbed the half-sack of soil food in the corner, Xiangjiu knew that it was the lifeblood of the cattle on the team, Enchang was crazy, everyone knew the consequences. Xiangjiu hugged her pocket to the ground, raised her head and begged for Enchang, she knew that she couldn't lose Enchang, Enchang had no longer a long and short time, there was no fire and hope in her heart, what else did she think about that day? Enchang saw Xiangjiu and turned into tears again, let go of his anger angrily, looked east and west, saw a pile of potato seedlings, picked it up and left. The running mill house was rolled with a mill, so that Xiangjiu was boiled for a nameless. No name is a seedling, can't stand the spring drought and autumn frost, the king of Hades specially invites sick ducks, the eternal famine, unprecedented, protracted and pale as paper days, no name is about to end. The dying nameless suddenly smiled, and he smiled meaningfully at Xiang Jiu Enchang.

He felt fortunate that he had a good child to rely on. Nameless was also jealous of Enchang, but he couldn't do without this crutch. For the sake of psychological balance, he tried his best to think about the benefits: he was such a dishman, it was Enchang who kept Xiangjiu for him, and in the three steps and two bridges, a noble, virtuous and beautiful woman like Xiangjiu was rare, not to mention one in a thousand. He also sees Enchang as pitiful, Enchang always flatters him, helps him, and is wronged and •••••• for him. He worships the Buddha when he sees it, burns incense in the temple, and talks about accumulating virtue and doing good, reincarnation of the world, and karma. Treat and accept the grace of Chun Hongyan well, and the nameless child will also follow the light, which may be a kind of fate.

I don't know if it's because I drank a bowl of potato rice batter, or because I was greedy for life and afraid of death, or because I couldn't rest assured of the child's family business, I had a little energy, so I struggled to sit up, and I had to talk to Enchang. Enchang plucked his ears and listened carefully, and the nameless child rolled his tongue in his throat and snorted for a long time, and Enchang heard the heartfelt words of the nameless child - this house has entrusted you•••••• full warehouse •••••• wheat ripe ••••••. Enchang understood, he knew everything, he was thinking about his own flesh and blood, he knew that he knew everything clearly without a name. Thinking of this, Enchang was so ashamed in his heart that he couldn't do it, coupled with the grievances and shame of these years, Enchang was bending down sincerely to listen, and the infinite guilt made him have the urge to kneel and listen at the moment. Nameless and said: I can't afford to live, I, I also entrust Xiangjiu to you. Before the words were spoken, the air in the room was solidified, and it was as quiet as ice for a long time. Enchang and Xiangjiu both peeked at each other in their hearts, in fact, the two of them didn't squint and didn't dare to look at each other. Xiangjiu turned his head, Enchang couldn't hold it, he couldn't help himself, leaning on the edge of the kang, his knees softened involuntarily, softened, and finally, he knelt in front of Nameless, wanting to dig out some heartfelt words, his lips trembled slightly, and he didn't say a word.

Nameless was very peaceful at that moment, he seemed to be very satisfied with himself, and his watery eyes looked at the foil. At that moment, he saw Guanyin Bodhisattva holding the fairy bottle in his hand, smiling with willow branches, gently dotting on his head, and then his whole body was soft, and he was dragged away by a brocade quilt like auspicious clouds, and then, and then it didn't know anything. Eun Chang didn't see it well, so he hurriedly went out to call Mr. At that time, there was only a clinic in Liuzhen around the city, and Enchang was already familiar with the road for the nameless child. Before leaving, Xiang Jiu gave Enchang a wallet, and Enchang understood that it was the banknote that Huang Chang Enchang secretly stuffed to Xiangjiu.

When I reached the village street, I heard a cry coming from the house behind me. Xiang Jiu, who chased him out, pointed to him in the direction of Zhou Da carpenter's house, and Enchang understood what Xiang Jiu meant, and she asked him to use the money to prepare for the aftermath of the nameless. Xiangjiu wants to use the elm wood that has fallen down at home to prepare a good longevity wood for the nameless. She wants to go bright and bright without a name, and she also wants to give filial piety to a nameless child, that's her man, her man! No matter what others think, she didn't bend her man! Is he still a man? Xiangjiu knew that she had bent in her heart for a lifetime, but fortunately she met the mill room and ignited the willow leaf peach, and she didn't regret anything for love.

Xiangjiu is a loud person, Liwan River knows, three steps and two bridges are not hidden, she stole people, she and Xu En look good, she knows every man, she knows no name, she is worthy of him, she says so, there is still a shadow in her heart - how to say it? Let's put it this way, Xiangjiu's heart has been sweet for a lifetime, and bitter for a lifetime. She can't live with two men all her life, she can't live with a family man, and she can't live with Xu Enchang, who should have started a family a long time ago.

Nameless fell asleep in Xiangjiu's arms, Nameless fell asleep without the slightest struggle and complaint, maybe he slept like a lotus flower in his dream, and the lotus never woke up, he may have left this world with a smile. In the days to come, when Liu Xiangjiu saw the lotus flower pitching in the pool under the bridge, he would think of Nameless, just like Nameless reciting her from the tomb, and ran to the Weaver Girl Bridge to look at her.

When the willow leaves and peaches are deep and the old yard is crying, the gloomy cloud sky for many days finally can't hold back tears, first the fine snowflakes sneak into the world out of nowhere, and gradually the snowflakes become heavy and viscous, weaving into a white butterfly like flying, and after a while, the world is wiped into a piece of white. The earth was dressed in a white snow robe in a moment, and the snowflakes were silent and still fell as lightly as feathers. Only the Liwan River was silent, swallowing the snowflakes into its belly, and then silently as promised.

The plains of Liuzhen cut the Liwan River into crooked banks, and the deserted cottages on both sides of the bank were the same as the melons, all looking at Liuzhen in the cold wind, and looking at the smoke spit out by the locomotives on the railroad tracks of Liuzhen. Xu Enchang, who saw the velvet flower tree, wanted to avoid people, he wanted to think alone for a while, so he walked on the high sill of the riverbank. Although the vegetable patch in the winter solstice month is covered with winter snow, there are figures like pieces of paper, and hungry men and women keep peeling off the snow covers, looking for the yellowed leaves and nodules left behind in the previous autumn.

A line of tadpole-like footprints stretched out into the fields, and the north wind ruffled a flower turban that seemed to carry a drifting fortress. In the slanting wind and snow, the flower turban stopped and stopped, looking around tiredly, and Enchang walked a few steps, and when he looked closer, it turned out to be a woman, carrying a bundle of firewood and grass on her shoulder. Grace stood still, and the woman looked at him through the wind and snow, and also stood heavily, without saying a word, looking at him intently. After a while, the woman melted the snowflakes on her face, she obviously recognized Lao Xu, although the melting smile showed the twilight of the late flowers, but it radiated the tenderness of motherhood. Eun Chang recognized her, too, but a melting smile froze on his face. He was a little embarrassed, he Xuefeng happened to meet no one else, it was Tang Xiuwen, a widow in the village who Xiangjiu had repeatedly mentioned and wanted to propose marriage for Enchang. Xiuwen also turned his back on people, and secretly gave rice and flour dumplings with pure grain on the windowsill of the mill room, how much affection should it be in the years of famine! When Tang Xiuwen quietly put Xinna's cloth shoes on the windowsill of the milling room, he was inadvertently hit by Niu Manzhi. Neither of the two spoke, and Xiuwen couldn't bear Niu Manzhi's vicious gaze, and lowered his head in shame. The wind blew away her hair, a strand of hair, hesitantly crossed her ears, crossed Xiuwen's face that made the sun burn, and bit the corner of Xiuwen's lips stickily.

At that time, Xiangjiu held the embroidery, listened to the whispering of the swallows between the eaves, and walked into the backyard of their homes. At the top of the month, the top door of the house suddenly heard the sound of the sauce rod flute of the autumn clouds thirsty for the moon. Xiangjiu sent the embroidery out of the door, and the full moon in the sky was already blushing with shame. Later, a pole was inserted in the middle of the branch. Niu Manzhi can't stick to Xu Enchang, and others won't think about it.

This is a year ago, Enchang remembers, Xiuwen remembers even more, the unfinished affection cannot be forgotten. Xiangjiu proposed marriage for Enchang several times, this is a very late one, maybe it is the last time. Xiuwen died of her husband and brought two children, and her life was very cold and hard. Xiuwen stood in his heart, he liked him, and he didn't know why he liked it so much. I like her to only exist in my heart on weekdays, and I exist in my dreams, what is it about her to like Enchang? She didn't say anything, but her heart knew that as soon as her heart jumped, her face burned like a fire in the hearth.

She has a little inferiority complex, not to mention the heavy burden, she knows that she is not beautiful, like a ploughing ox, she only knows how to plough and has no intention of looking at the willows; It seems to be like a sweet potato, with a belly of fruit in the soil, but it never blooms to show off; It's like a loom for the old generation in the countryside, wearing the stars and the moon, working hard all his life, and just sacrificing his life to accompany the frost moon and the cold window. Enchang knew Xiangjiu's intentions, but he couldn't, he couldn't pick the willow leaf peach that had been planted in his heart for half his life! It should be a narrow road for the enemy, and the marriage is predetermined, as if the previous life agreed to meet again, reluctant, and it hurts to cut. sowed the parent's seed, and the love is thick with blood.