Li Xuanyi and Shang Ke came over at some point, and Li Xuanyi smiled: "These two old children, fighting endlessly, annoying to death!"

Shang Ke cracked his mouth and smiled.

Li Xuanyi said again: "This pear blossom is also very good, but I just like my apricot blossoms, they have bloomed well in the past two days, Fang Zhan, you will go and see it tomorrow." ”

Fang Zhan didn't speak, Shang Ke interjected, "It's not fruitful yet, what's the good?"

Li Xuanyi said angrily: "Fang Zhan's family has pear blossoms, my family has apricot blossoms, and in August, as soon as the osmanthus flowers of Sanniang's family bloom, then it is applauded, what about your family, what do you have?"

Shang Ke said humbly: "My family...... There are pine trees!"

Li Xuanyi smiled again and said: "Our house is full of flowers, your house is good, get a tree, or a pine tree, haha, how can someone plant a pine tree in the yard, how many years, not even a pine cone bears, and it is still offered by your father and baby." ”

Shang Ke tilted his head, he was not Shang Ji, he could always pinch with Li Langzhong, for Li Xuanyi, he didn't think about refuting it, and he didn't think about whether the apricot tree and the pear tree were not trees? But as long as he saw her laughing, he was very satisfied.

This is a well-known thing in the whole Zhuli Village.

Mid-moon day.

Li Xuanyi supported Li Langzhong, obviously he was a little drunk.

Shang Ji laughed as he walked and said, "What's the matter? Don't accept it? You think you've taken advantage of your small wine cup, haha! Shame on you!"

Li Langzhong lowered his head, did not speak, or was already speechless.

Shang Ji said again: "Speak! You are talking! Haha!"

Li Xuanyi said angrily: "Uncle Shang, can you stop bullying my father." ”

Shang Ji laughed.

Sanniang was helping to clean up the table in the house, and Shang Ke was also helping.

Shang Ji walked in front of Fang Zhan, patted Fang Zhan's shoulder with his big hand, wanted to say something, seemed to forget it for a while, blinked, and said in a rough voice: "The sun will rise as usual tomorrow! Fang Zhan will still be Fang Zhan tomorrow!"

After the house was cleaned up, everyone walked out one after another, Fang Ping was giving people away, Li Xuanyi walked in front of Fang Zhan, but asked Shang Ke, "What is that sentence you often say?"

Shang Ke was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said: "I want to ask who is the most handsome in the world, the scholar by the Tanxia River!"

Fang Zhan smiled bitterly: "Not as handsome as you are, not as handsome as you!"

Li Xuanyi took Fang Zhan's hands, looked at him fixedly, and said, "We are waiting for the most handsome scholar to come back!"

The spring night is deep.

The seats were scattered.

Fang Ping Xu was drunk, and after everyone left, he said to Fang Zhan: "It's late at night, go to sleep!"

Then he went into the house on his own. After a while, there was a slight snoring.

Fang Zhan was completely sleepy, he sat there, thought for a while, and then walked to the storage room next to the bamboo hut and took out a lot of bamboo sticks.

These are all prepared by Fang Ping for weaving bamboo baskets.

I moved a chair, sat in the courtyard, and by the moonlight, began to weave a bamboo basket.

Fang Ping has never stopped weaving bamboo baskets as long as he is at home for many years, and it is obvious that he has drunk too much tonight.

But his skill in weaving bamboo baskets has been learned by Fang Zhan after watching it for many years.

He sat there and began to weave it one by one, according to his father's technique.

Time passed little by little, Fang Zhan had no distractions, and he was very attentive to the weaving, and I don't know how long it took, the bottom of the bamboo basket finally took shape.

His hands were originally thin and white, and Fang Ping never let him do unnecessary hard work, just let him concentrate on studying.

So, his hand began to bleed.

The edges of the bamboo strips were very sharp, and he cut out blood marks on his hands, which were deep and had begun to seep blood.

Fang Zhan spread out his hands and looked at it in a daze.

Then I don't care if I don't look at it, and continue to make it up.

It's just that he didn't know that Fang Ping didn't sleep, he stood in the room and looked at Fang Zhan quietly.

The bottom of the bamboo basket was woven, Fang Zhan continued to weave, and he couldn't see it clearly in the moonlight, but in fact, the bamboo strips were stained with blood on his palms.

The bamboo strips are a little green, and if they are stained with blood, they will be particularly eye-catching if they look at it in the daytime.

Finally, Fang Ping couldn't help it and said, "Sleep." ”

Fang Zhan responded, knowing that his father had not fallen asleep, and he couldn't bear his father's worries, so he packed up and returned to his room.

Lying in bed, tossing and turning, always unable to sleep.

He forced himself not to think about things, and after doing so, I don't know how long, finally fell asleep.

Tonight's time seemed extraordinarily long, and I don't know how long it was, Fang Zhan suddenly got up.

He was woken up.

He seemed to hear a lot of strange voices that couldn't be explained.

I woke up, but I couldn't hear it. He sat on the bed, thinking carefully about the strange sound he had just heard, and after thinking for a while, he was relieved that he must have heard it in a dream, and there was nothing to think about.

I continue to lie in bed, and I still can't sleep!

He got up and walked outside his father's door, where he could faintly hear his father's snoring.

After making sure that my father had fallen asleep, he went to the yard again and continued to weave the bamboo basket.

But this time, I clearly felt the stinging pain of the drill heart coming from my hand.

He spread out his palm, glanced at it, and said in his heart: "How did my father come over all these years?" Thinking of this, he ignored the stinging pain in his hand and continued to weave.

The night, like a burning incense, becomes shorter little by little.

Before I knew it, the sound of chickens in the village was heard.

Fang Zhan stretched, stopped what he was doing, sat there quietly, and said to himself, "Sleep!"

Then, back into the house again, this time quickly, lay down and slept.

Then came a strange sound, which seemed to be a thousand different sounds, small, very subtle sounds, intertwined and reached his ears together.

Fang Zhan was in his sleep, God walked as he pleased, and he listened carefully, distinguishing the various sounds little by little.

In that large and complex group of sounds, he seemed to hear the flowers blooming, the young shoots trying to break through the soil, the dew gently dripping the grass, the rats grinding their teeth, the earthworms stretching in the soil, the birds in the nest moving their bodies, the air flowing slowly, and even the sound of blood flowing in his own veins, the sound of the pulse beating.

And so on and so forth, intricately and ever-changing.

At the same time, to his surprise in his sleep, he forgot to breathe again!

He had been observing his breathing from the moment he burst out of the river, and when he realized that everything was normal, he put the matter behind him.

But now in my sleep, not only did I forget to breathe, but at the same time I heard thousands of sounds that I couldn't normally hear.

He knew that it was the sound of the universe, that it was the sound of nature as everything grew.

He woke up suddenly, but he was soaking wet.

When he woke up, he thought about what had just happened in his dream, and when he found that the sound was gone, he felt a sense of urgency missing his breath, so he took a deep breath, and then, everything was as usual.

And then, it was dawn.

......

Fang Ping was making breakfast, and occasionally there was a slight sound of pots and bowls colliding.

Fang Zhan stood up. Came to the kitchen and helped my father make breakfast together.

Fang Ping glanced at his son, saw that his eyes were red, and didn't say anything. Walking inside, after a while, he took some white strips of cloth in his hand and said, "Wrap your hands." ”

After breakfast, Fang Ping said, "You didn't sleep well last night, go sleep for a while." ”

Fang Zhan shook his head and sat down in front of his window.

Shang Ke and Li Xuanyi came. They were still sitting on the branches of the pear tree. Li Xuanyi waved a pair of small feet and said, "Fang Zhan, my family's apricot blossoms are blooming, go and see?"

With a "bang", Fang Zhan closed the window.

Li Xuanyi turned his neck, stuck out his tongue at Shang Ke, and shook his head.

At night, Fang Zhan continued to weave bamboo baskets.

When I was tired, I went to sleep.

But as soon as he fell asleep, he could hear all kinds of sounds, the same as the night before, but slightly different.

He could feel himself hearing voices farther away.

——A fish in the Zhao'er River is splashing in the waves.

On top of an old pine tree with a crooked neck growing diagonally on the cliff wall for half a day, a squirrel is picking old pine cones.

In the westernmost part of the village, the cattle in Uncle Wang's house are silently chewing.

The big black cat in Huang Mazi's house on the east side of the village has just caught a mouse.

The old aconitum had already gotten up and was grinding tofu.

Li Xuanyi's snoring was not heavy.

Shang Ke secretly laughed in his sleep, maybe he dreamed of Li Xuanyi.

Sanniang is crying!

Fang Zhan woke up suddenly!

Sanniang is crying!

But when he woke up, all the sounds disappeared along with him.

He tried hard to recall it, and was sure that Sanniang was crying!

At the same time, the heavy suffocation almost suffocated him. He immediately took a long breath. Everything is back to normal.

Fang Zhan was sitting there, Sanniang was crying, why? Do you want to go and see? After thinking about it, he finally decided not to go. Then, continue weaving the bamboo basket.

He had a white cloth wrapped around his hands, which didn't hurt his hands, but he wasn't that flexible after all, so he was slow to weave.

Finally, this bamboo basket was coming to an end, and after a while, Fang Zhan finally completed the first bamboo basket.

He picked it up, looked left and right, thought it was okay, and said to himself, "Sleep!" and went into the house, fell asleep.

He soon fell asleep.

All the voices came to him like a tidal wave after the resurrection of the dead.

This time, he heard a meteor streak across the sky in the far reaches of the night sky.

Thousands of miles away, the waves are raging, and fishing boats are mercilessly slapped on the shore.

In the west, a lizard is walking, its four paws kicking up the dust.

In the far north, it is snowing heavily, and there are hares foraging for food.

There was a little eunuch in the palace yawning and sleepy.

In one family, men and women are doing things that are not ashamed.

Fang Zhan woke up again!

"How is this good!" Fang Zhan said to himself, his face flushing to his neck.

"I didn't mean to!

Fang Zhan calmed down for a while, and thought again: "I can hear this, it must be because of that bead, but why can I only hear it in my sleep." Listen so far, that ...... Can you see it?"

He collected his mind, thought about it, and fell asleep again.

Before going to bed, I said to myself, the world is so big, I want to see it!