[sd doujinxianliu] Jinse Wuxian fifty strings

Call me uncle, call him second master. "

As soon as the words fell, the rice-washing person in front of the stove immediately followed, "Don't pay attention to that idiot."

Yan felt embarrassed and hesitated again and again.

"Uh, idiot, are you talking about me?"

Taomi's cold face was startled, as if he just realized that he had misunderstood.

"It's not about you, it's about me." The old man gave a look of please don't mind, bowed his head and continued to peel.

Suddenly remembered something again.

"Young man, where are you from?"

"provincial capital."

"What's your name?"

"Hey, just call me Hikoichi."

"People from the provincial city?" The second old master finished washing rice, dragged a square stool, and sat opposite the old man, "What are people from the city doing here?"

Obviously, he was muttering to the old man, but he said it too loudly.

"I just want to get fresh air in the countryside. I'm under a lot of work pressure recently, so I just want to take it easy."

The second master continued to mutter, "What's his name?"

Yan thought, he should shut up first.

It was not until the west end of the moon that the dinner at the old man's house was finished. In fact, it was quite ordinary corn porridge.

It's just that people's movements are inconvenient and slow in old age.

At that time, he was puzzled by the act of peeling the corn kernels off the cob. The old man pointed to his mouth, indicating that he and the second master had very few teeth left and could not chew on them anymore.

Yanyi wanted to help several times on the way, but the two uncles refused to let him.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to chat, he used his professional instinct a little bit, and said that he had no place to live in a tactful and tortuous way. In the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to travel such a long way back to the town to stay in a hotel.

The old man said he would think about it, but the second man agreed without even thinking about it.

This surprised Yan Yi.

"But there are conditions," said the old man.

Yanyi wondered if it was a matter of expenses, and after thinking about it, he realized that it was not the old man who was friendly with him?

"Don't be too noisy." He said and glanced at the old man who was standing in front of the stove stirring the rice porridge in the stew pot, "He's afraid of noise."

"Don't worry, I can't argue with myself."

Yanyi smiled embarrassedly, the most important thing was that he was a little embarrassed by the thoughts he had just conjectured in his heart, and he brought all the stinky problems in the bustling city with him.

In the chat, I learned that the age of the two uncles is 82, and they have lived together for more than [-] years. This is what the old man said. As he talked, the old man came from behind him and kicked him on the chair. , Said: "Are you going to talk until the water is cold?"

Not to mention the old man, Yan Yi just remembered that the old man was boiling water just now.

Yanyi couldn't understand the relationship between the two. The old man said that they were not brothers, and the second man had a personality that made people seem afraid to get close. No wives, my friend?confidant?None of this makes sense.

This is the first time in my life that I have such a strong desire to find out, which is unprecedented in how many manuscripts I have written and interviewed.

"Rub harder."

"..."

"Oh, that's it."

"Hey, do you remember the song Chunzi's doll learned from school?"

"Nursery Rhymes?"

"I can sing."

"who are you?"

Yan Yi felt that it was actually the old man who was a little noisy.

Because he still sang later, and let himself fall asleep with his singing on his pillow through a wall.

The singing is not particularly pleasant, and a few lines are out of tune.

After the old man finished singing, the second old man said the same.

But the old man who is afraid of noise and the old man who likes to sing a few words before going to bed have been working together for so many years.

Yan Yi thought over and over again for several times but couldn't understand.

The morning in Quetong Village made Yan Yi think that it was winter, and the morning breeze in his bones made his heart feel cold.

As soon as Yan went out of the house, he squatted in the yard to wash up and didn't dare to go out again. He hid in the house and shivered.

This is the coldest place in all the countryside I have been to in the morning. Yan turned his backpack upside down, but he couldn't find any with long sleeves.

The old man was cooking porridge on the stove, blowing on the stove with his cheeks puffed out, his whole face was red, Jian Yanyi stared at him and smiled sheepishly, saying that he was getting old and could not blow any wind from his mouth.

The burnt smell from the firewood wafts around with the rice fragrance, which is a bit strange and fresh.

The old man in the yard was picking corn from the corn stalks he picked up yesterday evening, and all the plucked stalks were piled up in a corner of the yard, two bundles thick.

Yan Yi felt that it was not too late to wake up, but obviously there were others earlier than himself.

"Second Master, can I help you?" As he spoke, he dragged a stool and sat next to Second Master, grabbed half a bundle of corn stalks, and picked them up with his head bowed.

The basket made of bamboo strips was bigger than the ones seen in the vegetable market in the provincial capital, and it contained more than half of the basket of corn. Yan Yi couldn't help but weigh the pearl-like corn in his hand, it was quite heavy.

Harvest season.

"The visitor is a guest." The second master suddenly said, "You don't need to help."

After speaking, he found Yanyi looked at himself with unexpected eyes, and said, "He said it."

Yanyi thought that the second master didn't seem to know how to express emotions.

"Second Master, do you usually get up so early?"

"kindness."

"It seems that the old man and the old man have no relatives?"

"all gone."

Yan Yi was taken aback, "Going away?"

"Well, they went where they wanted to go."

When the second master said this, he still had that shallow tone of voice, and Yan Yi couldn't tell whether he felt missing or something else in the words.

The old man greeted breakfast to the stone table in the courtyard.

The topic is broken.

The old man asked Yanyi about going to the countryside, where he planned to start playing, and Yanyi poured out the bamboo tube that he knew in advance.

He said that there is a very beautiful lake, how beautiful it is because he has not been there before, so he can’t describe it, first go to that lake, then climb the highest mountain next to Quetong Village, and then go down the trail to the small forest, Etc., etc.

The old man smiled and listened to him, "Then my companion and I went down to the ground, it doesn't matter if you leave later, you don't need to close the door."

Yan nodded, and just about to say something, suddenly the words of the old man came to his mind, he said, companion?

companion.

Yan Yi yelled at the two who packed up their things and went out.

"Can I go with you?"

Young people with little knowledge have to go to the field.

The old man smiled.

I didn't say no, just said that if it feels fresh, it's okay to go together.

Yan's group carried two kettles, and Le Zhizhi followed behind.

The corn field is at the Sanchakou, and Yan recalled that it took nearly 10 minutes to walk from there to Quetong Village.

At the beginning, I didn't feel too tired. I jumped in front of the two uncles and took a lot of photos.

The distance seems to be getting longer.

As soon as Yan turned his head, he could only see the shadows of the two of them.

After walking nearly half of the distance, Yan Yi suddenly felt tired, and met very few people along the way, which was far worse than the scene in the evening yesterday.

Thinking about it later, the difference is huge.

Of course, there are more people who come back than those who go away.

He simply squatted on the side of the road and waited for the two old men.

The two figures in sight seemed to be walking next to each other, getting closer and closer.

Can identify which is the old man and which is the second man from the figure.

The two are about the same in stature, the old man is slightly taller, the most important thing is that he walks a little restlessly.

When I caught up with Yaoyao and wanted to go together, I was quite curious in my heart, and the old man said that it was his companion.

A companion who is neither relative nor friend.

Because their companions didn't get married and had children, they lived together until they grew old.

Yan Yi adjusted the camera, and raised his eyes to capture the picture of the two people who could almost see their faces clearly.

"young people?"

As soon as the photo was washed, there were two old men in the morning breeze.

One is talking.

One is listening.

"What are you doing?" The old man approached, and found a man in the grass. After a closer look, he realized that it was the boy from the provincial capital who stayed at home last night.

Yanyi stuffed the photo into his satchel, laughed twice, "Hey, I didn't do anything, I'll wait for you."

Following them, the road began to narrow a bit.

Yanyi began to feel restless again, "Master, it's just you and the second master. It's hard work to go to the field and do housework, isn't it?"

"No."

The second master's opening always made Yanyi feel sudden.

The old man's support is not surprising at all.

"Well, it's not hard."

It’s okay for the old man to say that when he was young, he worked and spent money to apply for an old-age security card. Now he basically has no worries about food and clothing in the village. It’s just that when he gets old, it’s easy to pass the time. He took out some coffin books and found someone to buy a small piece of land for planting. It has been planted for decades.

He said that he would not have bought it at Sanchakou in the first place. The old man thought it was too far away, but people in the fields near his home did not sell it at that time. Some families said that they would not sell it until the rice harvest of that season at least. The second master thought the waiting time was too long.

This is where I paid for the land at Sanchakou.

As soon as Yan heard this hehehe giggled for a while, he said straight to his heart, "The relationship is so good."

The old man raised his chin as if he had heard some good words, and said with a very proud expression, "That's right, he is my companion."

"This face is really stupid." The second master stretched out his hand as he said, pinching the flesh on the old man's face and tugging at it.

Yanyi thought of the rejuvenation he had seen yesterday.

The cornfield is just as far as I can see, and the sun is still hidden on the top of the mountain, only showing a little fiery red.

"Why don't you just bring the bamboo basket? Why don't you just pick the corn back from the basket?"

The second old man walking in front of Yanyi turned his head and glanced at him, "Are you a bookworm?"

"what?"

The second master didn't say anything, and asked for a kettle to drink water.

"What do you do, young man?"

"reporter."

"Oh, it's no wonder you're a bit bookish when you deal with words."

At first I thought I was old