[sd doujinxianliu] Jinse Wuxian fifty strings

, just like the so-called finale on stage.

Sandwiched in many landscape photos, scattered appearance.

Yan picked them out one by one, and found a small bag to pack them separately.

The old man knocked on the door and shouted that the meal was ready.

At the dinner table, Yan Yi said that he planned to go home, the two uncles looked at each other, said yes, and said it was good, it was normal to be homesick after playing enough.

Yan smiled, causing the rice to choke his trachea, and answered the phone by the way, and when he finished speaking, he found that the rear of the car was hanging, and he was the only one left with something in his bowl.

Today's weather is fine, with plenty of sunshine, Yanyi even felt hot when squatting in the yard washing dishes.

The old man was moving the armchair outside, and the old man followed behind.

Obviously wanting to bask in the sun.

As soon as he touched the chair, the old man folded his arms and was about to doze off. The old man stared at him and pushed him when the old man was about to fall asleep. The carelessness of the old man was obvious at a glance, "You can pat me on the back ?”

"..."

"I feel a little sick."

"..."

Yan wholeheartedly thought that this was actually intentional, right?

That's really what the old second master said in his eyes.

The old man scratched the back of his head irritably for a while, until his scalp almost fell off, then he stood up as if he had made up his mind, walked around behind the old man and patted his back.

This is the first time Yanyi has looked at the second master so carefully, even the white hair on the eyebrows can be clearly seen, and the slack eyelids are lowered to cover the whole eyes, making people unable to see emotions.

The old man doesn't like to laugh, the old man opened his mouth like a smile.

It's really special when I think about it.

After filming for a long time, the old man stopped, turned his head to look, and said, "Hey little nerd, you have washed those bowls for so long, the water has dried up, you."

"Huh?" Yan Yi lowered his head, it was really the first time the dish soap had turned over a layer of bubbles, and he explained with embarrassment, "I've lost my mind about things, so I'll finish it now."

The second master stopped his hands and watched Yan Yi make a quick decision, "Isn't this the same virtue as you used to?"

The old man suddenly became proud, "That's right, my efficiency in doing things is of course nothing to say."

"Well, just like he was dawdling just now."

"Hey, aren't you praising me?"

"you think too much."

After two o'clock in the afternoon, the old man disappeared, and the second old man said that he had gone out without further explanation.

Yan Yi was about to take a cold shower when he went out to see the old man wielding a hoe and digging something in the ground in front of his house. A hoe went down to a depth of tens of centimeters, and the soil dug out was mixed with red and yellow, piled up at the feet.

After more than a dozen times in a row, the second master stopped to breathe a sigh of relief and wiped his sweat with his hands.

Yan Yi hurriedly dropped the clothes in his hand and stepped forward a few steps, wanting to help.

"Second Master, what are you digging for?"

"thing."

"Who buried it?"

"I."

"Didn't you dig it?"

"I forgot where to bury it."

As he spoke, he looked around and saw that the small area of ​​land was not small. The old man said that it was used to grow vegetables before, but after he bought the land at Sanchakou, he didn’t manage it anymore. It was dedicated to burying wine. The longer the wine is buried, the better it tastes. I tried it in the early years and it was good, so I buried another dozen bottles at a time in successive years.

Now I want to dig out the bottle that was buried first.

Oh, it's not that I haven't heard of wine burying in the village, but I always feel that I didn't do something right, and my eyes made the old man shudder.

"I just forgot where it was buried, and it doesn't mean that there is no wine in the ground."

After speaking, we must continue to turn the ground.

"Hey, wait a minute, what do you mean?" Yan only hoped that it wasn't what he imagined.

The second master blurted out, "I've thought about it a long time ago, dig out everything in the ground, it's fine if I can't recognize the bottles, I can recognize the bottles."

In a word!

Yan Yi was crying in his heart.

"What about the other ones that were dug up? What should we do?"

The second master didn't say anything, Yan Yi suddenly had an extremely impossible idea.

The second master...he seems, he seems...hasn't even thought about what to do with the ones that have been dug out?

The second master turned his gaze to the hoe in his hand, and said quietly, "Bury it back again."

"......"

Yan Yi found a hoe from the house, and went into battle clumsily.

Together with the second master, I spent an afternoon digging out all the things under the ground.

And then...buried back...

This is also the most tiring physical work that Yanyi has done during his trip to the countryside.

When the work was finished, squatting on the ground almost made my heart gasp.

That day Yan Yi was hungry very early, but there was no movement of cooking at the old man's house until seven o'clock in the evening, Yan Yi wanted to do it himself, let the second man drink, and said wait.

Sitting in the courtyard with a flat stomach, Yan Yi wondered where the old man was going.

After muttering a few words, I heard the courtyard door being opened.

The light from the inside of the room came out, and the visitor took a few steps forward, dragging out a bulky shadow.

grandfather.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Yan Yi went up to meet him with a spirit of excitement, and just about to speak, he found that the old man was still carrying something in his hand, which was tightly covered by the plastic bag.

The old man smiled as if he knew what Yan Yi wanted to say, "Have you not eaten yet?"

"Hey, how do you know?"

"Ha, can it be your turn to eat before I come back?"

"..." This answer really hit the nail on the head.

The two entered the room one after the other, Yan thought, his chest pressed against his back with hunger.

The old man handed the bag in his hand to the old man, and explained a few words in front of him, the words were very light.

After the explanation, I started to prepare the dishes by myself.

Yan tried to lend a helping hand several times, but they were all thrown out. The visitor who hadn't heard from him for many days was a guest, and he took the risk twice.

Yan Yi stayed in the living room and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

It seemed like a sudden reluctance to part with each other.

When the food was on the table, Yan Yi saw Zhenzhang in the plastic bag just now.

A chicken stewed in rice wine and a braised duck.

The rest are home-cooked side dishes, shredded potatoes, corn kernels, peas, and steamed tofu.

Yan Yigan stared at the rice in the bowl, unable to do anything for a moment.

The old man found three small glasses, and put the bottle of wine that the second old man dug out today on the table.

It wasn't until Yan arrived here that he remembered what the wine was made of.

"Sorghum wine?"

"No."

"The picture on the bottle is sorghum."

"That's just a casual installation."

The old man paused for a moment, then said that it was wine made by the village chief's family. It was used as a wine gift when his son got married. The old man went there that day, so he took the bottle and buried it in front of his house. Year.

The three drank a glass first, the wine entered their throats, it was very mellow, and a few traces of sweetness remained on the tip of their tongues.

Yan Yi faintly understood that the food on this table had a proper name.

Travel.

He couldn't tell whether it was because of the reluctance just now, or because he suddenly had a new emotion, holding the glass, he was stunned for a while, but he didn't answer.

Because the old man also said that this idea was put forward by the old man.

I can’t remember how long I chatted that night, but I remember that I used the strength of alcohol to pester the old man to ask questions, trying to satisfy the curiosity I had the next morning, and I tried my best, but I couldn’t get rid of the old man. Grandpa, what do you hear?

The old man only said that don't look at the two of them living comfortably now, when they lived in this valley with no relatives, no reason, and no one to rely on, no one saw them.

That must have been an ugly look.

People always look at the surface and forget to look at the inside. When they finally find out, there is already a dead end in front of them.

No need to back off.

For something called belief.

The old man is a little drunk.

10

10

After the wine was exhausted and everyone left, no one took a bite of the food at the table, Yan Yi felt dizzy, and the world was spinning.

Early the next morning, I left for the town to catch a car, my head still felt as if it had exploded.

The only one who sent him there was the old man. The old man was hungover and couldn't get up, so he didn't wake him up again.

The two of them were silent along the way, and every time Yan Yi wanted to speak, his throat felt uncomfortably congested, thinking that he drank too much yesterday and his throat was dry and sore.

The morning wind was blowing loudly. I don't know if the mornings in Quetong Village are so cold every day.

The car pulled into the station on time, Yan Yi turned his head and said to take care of himself, and was about to go up, but the old man pulled his arm and stuffed his bag.

Yan Yi weighed it in his hand, it was heavy, and asked what it was, the second master said it was for food, and he ate it on the road.

It was still warm, and the temperature followed the palm all the way to the heart.

The old man paused for a while, and then said, "If you want to come to play next time, do you remember how to get to our house?"

These words made Yan feel his nose sore, unable to speak, and kept nodding.

The second master seemed relieved, and motioned him to get in the car.

In the uncrowded passenger flow, Yan Yi found a seat by the window and stared at the package in his hand in a daze.

Half an hour later, the car started.

Yan Yi was disgusted by the smell of gasoline and wanted to vomit, so he opened the window and poked his head out to breathe air desperately.

A very sudden figure.

The second master hasn't left yet!

Standing by the side of the road with his hands behind his back, staring at the car body in a daze, Yan Yi knew that the soul of the second master must be sleeping.

It wasn't until the driver honked the horn and started to turn around that the second master came back to his senses. When he saw it, he met Yanyi's eyes, nodded, and raised his hand to wave him.

The second master in Chenfeng, for some reason, looks thinner than the one he usually sees.

Yanyi recalled the scene when he was busy harvesting corn when he first arrived.

He and the old man walked side by side, and they could cast quite a large shadow.

"Say goodbye to the old man for me! Take care of yourself!"

This is the only sentence that Yan Yi remembers saying the saddest sentence he said during the days of being together.

At that time, it seemed that there was no chance to come here again.

Yan Yi, who returned to the city, continued to work smoothly, and after his reputation reached a peak