Chapter 9: The White Head of Winter
Lu Dongfang retracted his senses, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Then he walked out, but he didn't go out of the door, but went to the Eight Immortals table in the middle of the living room, and shouted outside the house, "Four uncles, please come in, I'm Lu Dongfang." ”
As soon as the words fell, the two pairs of old men on both sides of the door outside the house glanced at each other, and the words of the person in the house were clear, and the four of them exchanged glances before they were sure that they had heard correctly.
"What??Lu Dongfang?" How could they not be familiar with the name?
This is the name that Lu Jingning's eldest sister often recited before her death.
And when that kid was a child, their neighbors hugged Le, and they saw each other twice when they grew up!
When the eldest sister was about to breathe, the Wanwan girl cried in the middle of the night, and they heard the help, and the room was full of pictures on the walls. The eldest sister's last breath was hung from one or two o'clock in the middle of the night to seven o'clock in the morning, refusing to leave, holding a photo in her hand, and when she finally swallowed her last breath, she was still shouting Dongfang, which made several of their old men couldn't help but wet their eyes, and sighed in their hearts that it was really evil.
Therefore, they are very familiar with the name and the appearance it represents.
But how is it possible, that kid has been missing for more than ten years, this kind of disappearance, is the disappearance of no bones, or he won't come back for more than ten years?
"Nonsense, you come out, come out and let us see!" Uncle Luo said loudly.
The four masters put the hoe and shovel behind them, still holding on tightly, poking their heads out from both sides of the door and looking into the house, there are four of them, although they are not young, but they are also old and strong, and they are afraid that they will not be able to do it alone?
It's just that as soon as they poked their heads out, the four of them were stunned, and the anger on their faces paused for a moment and then turned confused.
The face three meters away is clearly the face in those photos!
Stunned, the four of them walked out from both sides and came to the middle of the door.
Lu Dongfang smiled gently at them.
Uncle Zhang, who is hunchback and thin and wears tube boots,
Humpty black bald Uncle Luo,
Uncle Meng and Uncle Pan, who are wearing a straw hat and still stained with water and mud.
Looking at the four of them, Lu Dongfang felt very warm in his heart, and he could still recognize them, although their appearance was different from back then.
The four old men were stunned, "Are you really Lu Dongfang?"
No, Lu Dongfang should be thirty or forty years old, and this person looks like he is twenty-two or three years old, could he be Lu Dongfang's son? But the son is too exaggerated, only a son born at the age of thirteen or fourteen can have twenty-two or three.
"Well, I'm Lu Dongfang. Lu Dongfang nodded.
"Are you Lu Dongfang?" the four masters frowned, and then seemed to be sure, but their faces changed abruptly, and the anger that had subsided before surged back, and they were even more angry, and they all blushed, their necks and thick eyes were about to breathe fire. Why is he so young, and he is not curious at this time, but he can't suppress the anger in his heart.
"Good boy!" the four old men, all fifty or sixty years old, were very fast, and rushed into the house angrily, even the two of them limped without any ambiguity, and the straw hats were crooked, and the four of them raised the guy and wanted to greet Lu Dongfang.
"You are Lu Dongfang, why did you come back?" In the end, the hoe fell on Lu Dongfang, but when it really fell, the four of them all collected their strength, if they hit ordinary people, the strength was just enough to hurt.
But he was still angry, "Okay, you deserving of death boy, since you are still alive, why don't you come back?"
"You who kill a thousand knives, you can't bear to throw your old lady alone!"
"It's so bad that your mother didn't stop thinking about you before she breathed, and you weren't dead yet!"
"What a bastard...... a few old men scolded for a long time, one by one they gasped, scolded the past and scolded just a few words, there were no rich scolding words, the more they scolded, the more angry they became, and finally pointed at Lu Dongfang, their mouths trembling and unable to speak.
The atmosphere fell silent.
Lu Dongfang didn't speak, he didn't get angry, her mother had helped the villagers a lot, she was the leader of making a fortune, and then she returned to the countryside to be a neighbor for so many years, people are not grass and trees, they are worthless for his mother, and it is reasonable to be angry, so he quietly accepted the eyes of the uncles who seemed to want to overthrow him, but his face was still sentimental.
Doesn't he want to come back?
Was his departure voluntary?
Neither!
A few uncles vented enough, and they all sighed, "Your mother is really evil..."
"Can you tell me about my mother?" Lu Dongfang asked.
"Alas......" Uncle Luo sighed, as if he wanted to say something.
But he said, "Forget it, you better go and ask the little girl Wanwan!"
"Wanwan's girl, very well-behaved, is the daughter that your mother brought back, and also your sister, if you feel ashamed of your mother, take good care of her!"
The four uncles didn't want to say more, but their eyes were a little wet.
The four of them stared at Lu Dongfang for a long time before turning their heads to leave.
When leaving, Uncle Zhang turned around, "Remember to take good care of the little girl, if you dare to bully her, we old bones will definitely want you to look good!"
They are quite uneasy, but after all, it is not their family matter, Wanwan's little girl is very likable, but they can only supervise and try to ensure that she is not bullied, and it is impossible to bring her back to their own house as a granddaughter to raise.
Lu Dongfang saw that the four of them were obviously three points weaker after venting, and they didn't walk with the same spirit as rushing in, and their hearts were mixed.
Eventually, a long sigh was given.
These neighbors must have taken a lot of care of their mother and sister.
Younger sister...
Strangers, but there are some fluctuations and expectations in his heart.
There were many things he wanted to know about his mother, but he wasn't too sad, he just had to wait for her to return.
Lu Dongfang was facing the gate, sitting on a wooden bench, looking out of the house, looking quietly for a long time, as if transformed into a statue.
The breeze blew outside the door, and there were several large trees, and leaves fell from time to time.
After the rain, the birds jump up and down with joy.
Lu Dongfang took out the letter he wanted to read earlier.
Three leaves, one piece of stationery.
The leaves are a special variety that does not change color even when they are dried.
Green, red, yellow, palm-slap-sized.
Despite many years, the color has retained more than fifty or sixty percent.
The sharp black handwriting on the letter paper seemed to be jumping.
Her words are not gentle, but they have a unique temperament like her, if the gentle words are a weak woman who is a bird, she is a heroic woman.
One season of leaves three colors, leaves have fallen three autumns,
I give you the present,
Spring green, summer red, autumn yellow,
For the rest of your life, you owe me a white head in winter.
The white head in winter, Lu Dongfang sighed, it is really a wonderful description, but how can there be a chance?
Then he smiled bitterly, he thought about what to do so much, he was just asking for trouble.
Then he put the leaf letter paper and two long hairs that I didn't know whether they were intentionally or unintentionally packed back into the envelope, and casually arranged the forbidden way to protect it, and put it in the pocket of the inside of the clothes against the chest.