The days when I am farming in the last days

The house of the Tang family is after the Tang Han sisters graduated from college. They lost a lot of expenses, and two more people earned money. The family saved some money, and it happened to catch up with the trend of the new socialist countryside. The government can A free loan to build a house, together with several members of the family, simply demolished the old house and rebuilt it.

The only thing worthy of criticism is that Tang Han and his sister Tang Feng were both working out of town when the foundation was being laid, and they had no time to come back, and Tang’s father didn’t have any design concepts, and mainly emphasized a big one. The number of old houses has doubled, and there are many more houses, but the planning is messy.

Tang's parents and Tang's mother are both of the older generation, and they still retain a simple concept of material things. They don't pay attention to separation and separation. They want to keep everything, and they actually fill up the huge house to the brim.

It's just that, every time Tang Han had to tidy up the house, he would complain endlessly.

The house is too big, just cleaning it is a huge project, not to mention organizing the items placed in it.

Moreover, when these things were put away, they were in a mess, and now they are sorted out, which is also very annoying.

It's not all bad, though.This kind of "chaos" can sometimes bring people a little surprise.For example, this day, when she was tidying up the house, she dug out a lot of old things from the box.She flipped through it casually, and found that there were still her homework books from when she was in elementary school, and her face was blackened.

"Mom, why do you still keep these things?" She took out the box and couldn't help asking Tang's mother as she turned over.

Tang's mother said, "You didn't lose your own things, so of course you kept them there. Last time when the old house was demolished, you just cleaned it up. Some of them were bitten by rats and they didn't look good. I burned them all. It's all here."

Tang Han later often mentioned things about his childhood to others.The experience during this period occupies a very important position in her life, and even has a great influence on the shaping of her personality.She always felt that she remembered clearly and vividly.

But looking through the old things now, she found that many things were actually blurred in her memory.

For example, when she saw this old photo album, she suddenly remembered that she had participated in several spring outings when she was in elementary school.Looking back now, I look back at my ten-year-old self, wearing an unfit big school uniform, standing among classmates, trying to look mature and reliable, a little funny, and a little cute.

However, as he turned forward, Tang Han's expression became more and more weird.

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"What's wrong?" Noticing her expression, Jiang Dai couldn't help but lean over and asked curiously.

Tang Han hurriedly tried to cover the photo album in his hand, but failed, so he let Jiang Dai take the photo album away, covered his face with his hands and said, "Don't laugh." "Don't laugh too loudly."

Although Qin Yu next to him didn't know what was in the album, he couldn't help laughing out loud just hearing Tang Han say that.

Ozawa was not helping his father by his side. Although he didn't understand what he was laughing at, he still smiled along with it.

Jiang Dai didn't smile, "You were very cute when you were young."

"Are you blind?" Hearing this, Tang Han couldn't help leaning over to look at her eyes carefully, "This look is not very good!"

It was only when she saw the photos that she remembered that when she was a child, Tang's mother raised her children very poorly. When the two sisters were a few years old, because they had no time to comb and braid their hair every day, they simply cut their two daughters' hair short. It saves a lot of time to wash your hair.

Tang Han and his elder sister Tang Feng, although they are two girls, but the children in the countryside have no concept of sun protection and beauty since they were young. They played wildly in the mountains and plains, and sometimes went to the fields to help with small things within their ability, and naturally tanned Painted.

In addition, the clothes at that time were basically dirt-resistant and wear-resistant, and they were basically dark-colored popular styles.

For all these reasons, the people in the photos couldn't tell the difference between men and women at all.

In the previous photo, Tang Han is about ten years old. Knowing that she loves beauty, Tang's mother is finally not so foolish and will let her stay in the ears of a student head. From the eyebrows and eyes, it can be vaguely seen how different she is from now. resemblance.

But these few photos... Even Tang Han himself didn't dare to recognize it as himself at first glance.

Looking at such photos, how could Tang Han not be surprised that Jiang Dai could boast the word "cute"?

Jiang Dai avoided Tang Han's approaching movement, tilted her head and said with a smile, "'You know the emerald dress, the beautiful flower hairpin and the eight treasures, so you know that my life's hobby is nature?' Don't you understand the reason?"

Tang Han... Tang Han didn't understand where the sentence was at the first time, he was stunned for a moment, and then guessed with words, "This is... "The Peony Pavilion"?"

"Yeah." Jiang Dai held her chin for a while, stared at the photo, and smiled, "At that age, just doing things at that age, isn't that enviable?" She looked up at Tang Han again, slightly Nodding, "Look, what you looked like when you were a child doesn't affect how you look thin, fair and good-looking when you grow up."

She said this sentence very naturally, as if it was an irrefutable truth.

But Tang Han is self-aware and knows that he is just a man. Compared with Jiang Dai, there is even a difference in the appearance of a young lady and a maid.So when she heard Jiang Dai praise herself so much, she actually blushed a little, and didn't even dare to look at Jiang Dai for a while, "Isn't it you who look good like you?"

Jiang Dai realized that she was uncomfortable, glanced at her lightly, smiled, did not speak, flipped through a few pages of the photo album, and successfully found a new topic, "Is this you too?"

Tang Hanru was pardoned, so he hurried over to take a look, nodded and said, "Yes."

"The flowers in the back are beautiful, where were they taken?" Jiang Dai asked.

The photos back then were all shot on film and then developed in a darkroom.The old photos have been slightly yellowed due to the passage of time, but they still can't suppress the blooming flowers of various colors in the photos.Tang Han, who was probably only one or two years old, was led by Tang's mother and stood in front of the flowers, frowning slightly, with a look of "I'm not easy to mess with", and he had the same vitality as the flowers behind him.

Tang Han said, "It was taken at the door! There was no cement floor in the yard before. My mother likes to toss about it. Every year, I plant a lot of flowers. It is the best place in this area. Anyone who takes pictures will come here. .”

She gestured towards the flower bed outside, "It's actually the same now. If you come in summer, you will see that the flower bed is full of blooming flowers, which is very lively."

"Really?" Jiang Dai also turned her head and looked outside the door, imagining such a scene, she couldn't help being slightly dazed.

In "The Peony Pavilion", Du Liniang said, "If you don't go to the garden, how do you know what spring looks like?" Jiang Dai only discovered that there are really thousands of kinds of life in this world.A life like the Tang family's was probably unimaginable for her in the past.But in such days, there are also joys that others can't imagine.

She wasn't saying polite words just now, she really thought Tang Han was that good.

At least Tang Han's memories of his childhood will be colorful and full of flavor.Unlike her, there was no such thing as a childhood at all.