At this time, Shaoqiu looked at the land that Uncle Hua planted for himself and smelled the soil that Uncle Hua dug out. The soil really smelled like a wife. Looking at the dirt, Shaoqiu thought of Xiaohua. It seemed that Xiaohua was really his destiny. This must be true.
Thinking of these, Shaoqiu couldn't calm down for a long time. At this moment, he was sitting next to the dirt dug up by Uncle Hua, and from somewhere, maybe in the forest, an intoxicating fragrance hit him. Shaoqiu was so intoxicated that no one in the world could match him, so he didn't want to go back, so he just sat on the edge of the field and enjoyed himself.
With the soil dug by Uncle Hua, what more could Shao Qiufu ask for? Even if the west wind is blowing hard at this time, so what, he can still do without a quilt, and lying on this mountain without a quilt is better than having a quilt. The quilt still feels warmer.
Shaoqiu was lying on the mountain at this time, for no other reason than to keep this beauty. When he looked at the clouds in the sky, although they were gone, the moon wheel had already appeared. The moonlight shone like a dream, but it made Shaoqiu feel scared, fearing that it was all a dream.
Shaoqiu looked at the moonlight and felt very disgusted. Why did he appear at this time and make all this beauty seem to have become a dream? Shaoqiu's anger could not be increased. No, he spotted a patch of moonlight, pounced on it, and punched it, trying to smash the annoying moonlight into pieces. If this is a dream, what will my life be like? This is absolutely terrible.
No, even after punching the ground a few times, the moonlight still exists and will not disappear. It seems that all of this may be a dream.
Shaoqiu became angry at this time and yelled at the moonlight. If someone saw it at this time, they would think that this person was a madman.
The punch failed, so Shaoqiu kept digging at the moonlight with the hoe, trying to dig up the moonlight, so that all this could not become a dream, but it must be real. But all this is in vain, the moonlight is still moonlight, no matter how you dig it, it will not be broken. On the contrary, the moonlight is brighter than before.
"Oh my god, is this really a dream?" Shaoqiu was crying again.
However, he still had a way. At this time, he stretched out his left hand, and his right hand kept pinching it. He pinched it with all his strength. The left hand was bleeding and painful. It seemed that it was not a dream. ah. So Shaoqiu was ecstatic and did not worry about bleeding. Instead, he kowtowed to God and thanked the gods of heaven and earth for their great kindness.
Shaoqiu hummed a song and returned to his room. He originally wanted to see this little flower, but he was tired after a long day and it was inconvenient to disturb others. He stopped going and just stayed in his own house. Although his house with four bare walls was not rich, it was still warm and lovely.
After Shaoqiu had eaten, he sat at his desk again, lit a kerosene lamp, and read. Just when he saw the good thing, the broken door made another noise, and someone came in. Guess it's the wind, it's late at night, who else comes to my house?
However, Shaoqiu didn't dare to neglect him. If the person here was a little flower, he didn't dare to leave him alone. He had to treat him well. Thinking of this, he stood up, approached the door, and wanted to open the door, but his intuition told him that he couldn't. As for why, he was confused for a moment.
Shaoqiu didn't dare to pull away. In this deserted village, bandits were infested, and alone in this late night, how could he not care about it?
Shaoqiu didn't dare to open the door. He just took a look, then returned to his seat and continued reading. But the door didn't ring at this time. It seemed like the wind was knocking on my own door. Haha, just knock if you want. Why be so sneaky?
At this time, he has a little flower in his heart and can read good books. For Shaoqiu, he is already contented at this point in his life.
Someone was arguing not far away. The sound was not too loud, but it could be heard. It turned out that the black bandit was quarreling with the flower uncle. To be sure, the black bandit wanted to exchange the chaff from his own house for the rice that the flower uncle had worked so hard to grow. Moreover, the black bandit's chaff also had a lot of rice growing there. maggot.
How could this uncle agree? And Hua Bo doesn’t have a lot of rice. And this black bandit insisted on doing this, and it seemed that he couldn't go against his will for a while. So the two sides started to quarrel.
"Are you willing?" The black bandit roared arrogantly. It seemed that if he refused to change, the consequences would be quite serious, and it might even cost Uncle Hua his life.
But how could Uncle Hua, who valued rice more than his life, agree? Even if he was killed, he probably wouldn't agree to exchange with this gangster.
"Okay, you have the guts!" After the black bandit roared like this, he left Uncle Hua's house.
At this time, Shaoqiu was staying in his room reading a book. Reading this book under the kerosene lamp was really quite good. Outside, the wind was gently tapping on the window. Although the window was broken, the sound of the wind tapping at this time was quite good.
After reading for a while, he stood up again and paced back and forth in his small room, thinking about this little flower. The peach-like face kept floating in front of his eyes. Everything was so wonderful.
"Open the door!" Someone yelled outside the door. After listening carefully, it was none other than the gangster.
Shaoqiu had no choice but to open the door and wanted to know what happened to the gangster outside.
The black bandit was now standing in Shaoqiu's house, panting, and pulled Shaoqiu outside the house, warning: "Go and scold Uncle Hua right now, otherwise, I will kill you. "
"This..." Shaoqiu was almost confused for a moment. Uncle Hua was kind to him, and he would never scold others.
"Are you going or not?" the black bandit threatened. His eyes were now so white that Shaoqiu couldn't help but tremble with fear. If this went against his will, whether he could survive the night was still a question.
"I'll go... I'll go." Shaoqiu had no choice but to answer, otherwise, the gangster might burn his house down.
At this time, Shaoqiu stumbled out of his house and walked towards Uncle Hua's house. This distance was not far at first, but it took almost an hour to walk. At this time, he felt that the dream had been broken, and found that the good dream was just a dream. This would be such a cruel and merciless blow to people.
Shaoqiu was standing in front of Uncle Hua's house. The light inside was so lovely, and the light shining on Shaoqiu's body made it feel chilly for some reason. And the wind, the wind in this deserted village kept whistling, and it was really painful to cut people's faces.
The black bandit was standing next to Shaoqiu, urging him to scold Uncle Hua, and there was a sharp knife on Shaoqiu's back. This must not go against the will of this black bandit, otherwise, with one strike of the knife, he will die immediately.
