However, after Xi Yu and the four of them walked across the single-plank bridge, they saw that the bamboo fence chicken coop was like now, there were a few rice fields in front of the thatched house, and the birds in the valley were chirping, which was particularly quiet and peaceful in the twilight, like a paradise. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When the owner of the house heard the voice, he came out to take a look, and said with a smile: "I said how the magpie kept calling this morning, it turned out that there was a friend from afar." ”

The owner of this house is a half-old peasant man who has just given birth to a flowery hair, dressed simply, a cloth robe has already been washed white, it is just about to make a fire to cook, come out in a hurry, and still hold a water scoop in his hand, seeing that the four people are old and young, tall and short, suddenly stunned, stunned.

The flower-haired old man stepped forward and clenched his fists and said, "I'm passing through here, and I want to ask for a convenient place to stay for one night, I want to forgive me for the trouble." ”

The old man came back from his trance, patted his head, and said busily: "Where is it, when the little old man has lived for a long time, he is confused, let a few distinguished guests stand like this, if a few people don't dislike the humble house, then please come in and drink a bowl of water." As he spoke, he welcomed a few people into the house to talk.

Xi Yu saw that he had a bold smile and a gentle speech, he was also a mountain citizen, and when he saw this simple invitation, he couldn't help but feel a little closer, and took the lead in following him, and Qing Yan didn't want to fall behind him.

The four of them entered the house and sat down, and there was no other thing in the small thatched hut, a square table, a few chairs, and two dustpans on the ground.

The old man put down the water scoop, set a bowl and poured water for a few people, saw them looking, smiled slightly, and said: "The four walls of the family made a few people laugh." ”

The flower-haired old man beckoned him to sit with him, and asked with a smile: "Where do you say, if it weren't for the blessing of my brother, I'm afraid that I will have to sleep on the mountain again tonight, where do you dare to talk nonsense." ”

After a little groaning, his voice changed, and he said strangely: "But brother, I see that you were a little distracted when you just saw me, forgive me for taking the liberty of asking, but what is wrong with the foolish brother?"

The old man was so anxious that his face was red, and he hurriedly pushed and said, "No, no ......"

Seeing that the flower-haired old man was still smiling and silent, the old man opened his mouth to explain, and asked aloud: "Do you remember that many years ago, you also rested here like today?"

The flower-haired old man was slightly stunned: "How do you say this?"

After a while, thoughtfully, he seemed to remember something, and wondered: "Isn't the person back then ......?"

"That's right, it's my father who entertains you!" the old man nodded.

The flower-haired old man suddenly realized, glanced up and down at him, and said with a smile: "After many years, I thought you had moved away, but it turned out that you were the naughty boy who secretly stuffed plums into my palms back then, I really didn't expect it...... I don't know how to make ...... honorable

Mentioning the word "Lingzun", the old man with flowered hair suddenly paused, knew that he was speechless, did not make a sound, and realized that life is sometimes poor, and the former boy is now dying, and his temples are white, not to mention his old father, who was not young at the time, I am afraid that he has already buried his bones in the loess.

The old man didn't care, and said: "My father has been dead for many years, and I am already the year of knowing the destiny of heaven, there is nothing to avoid, but your old man's demeanor is more than in the past, and it has not changed at all, it is really a fairy among the gods, I was just a four or five-year-old child at that time, and now when I see it, I still think that I am old and dizzy, and I dare not recognize it." ”

"The old fairy called my brother before, but it tormented me!"

He stubbornly called him an "old fairy", no matter how much the old man with flowers persuaded him, he didn't change his words, so he couldn't help but shake his head and glanced at Xi Yu secretly, there is a bit of similarity with the young man here.

Xi Yu didn't expect to be involved in a past incident, listening to the old man's meaning, the flower-haired old man actually came here decades ago, and his face has not changed, which is really incredible, and his eyes widened.

The two were very interested, talked happily with each other, forgot themselves for a while, and suddenly heard the sound of "cooing", and suddenly quieted down, and several people in the room showed strange expressions.

Qinghanqiao's face was slightly red, after all, it was her daughter's house, she was a little embarrassed, and she had nowhere to hide, so she had to hide in the arms of the flower-haired old man and bury her head in it, touch her deflated lower abdomen, flatten her small mouth, and muttered quietly for a long time: "Eight-foot grandpa, I'm hungry." ”

Everyone in the house couldn't help laughing, the old man patted his head again, full of self-blame, and said with a smile: "A few people came from afar, and they haven't eaten yet, they must have been hungry for a long time, look at my brain, it's really old and confused, the fire in the stove is still alive, but I forgot to talk here, I'm afraid that the rice will be paste, the old fairy finally came back, I have to slaughter a chicken again to entertain." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the water scoop, and regardless of the old man's refusal, he rushed out.

Xi Yu put aside the packages of several people, sat on the chair, thought about it, and unloaded the iron rod on his waist and the deer skin that had never left his body, and volunteered to help him, and after getting the jaw of the flower-haired old man, he also followed.

Not long after, Xi Yu came up with a hot meal and put it on the table, with meat and vegetables, attractive color, and three cut salted eggs, golden and oily, and the old man also scalded two pots of rice wine with warm water and brought them to the table.

The old man poured wine for a few people, and when it was Xi Yu's turn, his face changed color, he hurriedly stood up, and waved his hand again and again, knowing that he had a poor amount of alcohol, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself again, so he didn't dare to touch it.

Xi Yu didn't have time to avoid the wine, but Qing Yan bit his chopsticks and licked his lips, very curious, his eyes showed a eager light, wanting to taste what this popular grain essence tasted like.

It's just that before she brought the wine jug, she heard a "pop", and the flower-haired old man looked at her with a cold face, his face was full of gloom, and he knocked off the little hand that was put up, and Qing Han had to pout aggrievedly and withdraw his hand stupidly.