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Yan Che is sick.

After Wu Zidang came back, Yan Che began to "sick" in bed.

Fujiko scratched her head, and after going around outside Yan Che's door three times, she tied her brows into a knot, and went back to the living room to report to Yan Guoqiang and other elders.

A few months ago, Wu Zidang's incident was quite a sensation, and it became the topic of conversation among the surrounding villagers after dinner. While entertaining the public, it also aroused the deep thinking of many mothers-in-law and aunts—seeing their own men more closely.

As for Widow Wu, she packed her luggage the next day after the incident, and sadly returned to her natal home, which was no longer in the city.

As for the "innocence implicated" in, Yan Che's teacher Wu Shaokang... Fujiko also realized that he hadn't seen him for some time, and even the noodle workshop, which was always open rain or shine, had never produced noodles.

No, after Fujiko got acquainted with Yanjiawan, Yan Guoqiang unceremoniously handed over the buying of dried noodles to Fujikodu——Wu Zidang's workshop is closed, so let's go to Liujiatan to buy some more !

In fact, Fujiko likes to be ordered by Yan Guoqiang to do things.

In his opinion, this is a form of this warm and simple rural family that has accepted him to integrate... He has been accepted and has become a part of this family. As long as he stays in this home obediently, he may also To be able to enjoy the warmth of this family that fascinated him.

Therefore, for Yan Guoqiang, and even Yan Guosheng's orders, Fujiko has always listened to them and did them without hesitation.Although there are many things he can't do well, but he has worked hard, which is dedication.

It seems that Liujiatan is not far from Yanjiawan, but there is only a Zhapo mountain, but the actual distance from Yanjiawan to Liujiatan is several miles.

Because after coming out of the mouth of the bay between Meirenpo and Wuxu Mountain, you have to cross the stone arch bridge across the Bantou River, and then walk for a while to reach the foot of Zhapo Mountain, and then from the ring road at the foot of the mountain. Turn the mountain road to the other side... Only then can we reach Liujiatan.

Well, I don't know if Yanjiawan is a place to raise people. Fujiko has been here since she came to Yanjiawan, and she seems to be in better health in the six months since she really started living in Yan Che's house.

Uh~ The main reason is that the body that was hollowed out by wine and sex before is much stronger. Although he often works outdoors, the skin that was originally white and tender by Mr. Teng has turned dark and rough, but he is much more energetic.

Especially when I first came here, Fujikoto, who was struggling to carry a sprayer filled with water (about a few tens of kilograms), can now walk like flying with a load of three or four hundred kilograms.

Therefore, Yan Guosheng often patted Fujikoto's shoulder, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he quacked and said with a strange smile: "Hey, boy, it's not bad, it's finally like a man."

For this reason, Fujiko often rolled her eyes secretly, and added in her heart: "I was not a man before, so Yan Che is a woman now?"

But no, no matter how much Yan Che tans, his white and delicate skin is not even comparable to that of ordinary women, tsk.

Later, the more I got acquainted with the people in Yanjiawan, I really let Fujiko know Yan Che's previous nickname at home, wasn't it called "fake girl"... However, it was rare for Fujiko not to use this to make fun of Yan Che... ...Well, he didn't know why himself.

Carrying two bamboo baskets full of rice weighing about two hundred catties, and five or six handfuls of dried noodles weighing three catties were placed on each side of the rice, Fujiko was sent out of Liujiatan by Liu Jianhua.

Fujiko appreciates this Liu Jianhua very much, because although Liu Jianhua is not a blood relative of Yan Guosheng's old couple, his filial piety is obvious to all. The relatives you want to raise are not good relatives.

Another point is that Liu Jianhua is really kind and easy to speak, which is different from other village cadres.

Liu Jianhua took the line of being close to the people, not only leading the people in Liujiatan to find things to do, but also doing it himself, absolutely not standing aside and shouting and directing.Moreover, I heard that Liu Jianhua dug the pond of Yan Che's house with the help of several cousins.

Well, of course, this layer is more important, and Fujiko hasn't realized it yet.

Liu Jianhua was sent to the entrance of Liujiatan Village, and Fujiko asked Liu Jianhua to go back. He threw the nutrition Liu Jianhua gave to Yan Guosheng and his wife, tied it firmly to his back, stretched the pole, put it on his shoulders, and carried it to his shoulders. Then I was ready to go to Yanjiawan.

"Jingle Bell--"

A pleasant bicycle bell rang, Fujiko twitched the corners of his mouth, and had to put down his pole, looked back at Liujiatan, and found that Liu Jianhua had entered the village, put the pole on the basket, sat on the pole, and took out a cigarette , glanced at the person coming, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Young Master Xiao, it seems that you are quite addicted to the postman's job?"

"Ahaha, each other, each other, each other!"

Yan Che had been "ill" for more than a month, and after hearing that Fujiko was going out and Yan Guoqiang went up the mountain, he left the room listlessly.

After simply drinking half a pot of mountain spring water flowing from the bamboo plant under the newly transplanted moso bamboo forest in the courtyard, I poured half a pot of warm water on it, and began to cleanse the whole person.

He bundled up his shoulder-length hair, covered it with a hot towel, and simply shaved the stubble in the soapy water soaked in soap scum, and threw the towel into the basin... even stretching Yan Che, who could make the bones of his whole body creak, had a strange "chi chi" smile on his pale and haggard face, and laughed at himself, "I don't know if it's a lazy bone or a rotten bone?"

After tidying up, taking advantage of the warm spring today, I pulled a bamboo rocking chair and put it under the green grape trellis in the yard. I sat in it and listened to the rattling of the rocking chair and the wind blowing the leaves. to the accompaniment, staring at the not-so-big moso bamboo grove in a daze.

Not far away, the reservoir at the foot of Beauty Slope has begun to take shape and its roof has been sealed, the white plastic film has been removed on Beauty Slope, and a large greenhouse has been built to keep Wu Zidang behind.

Yan Che's "disease" is a heart disease.

Under the stimulation of Xiao Xinying's "unintentional quick words", the whole mental system collapsed, and the sequelae of the self-built hidden wall collapsed - to put it bluntly, he couldn't bear the blow, and his whole person collapsed.

Yan Che no longer thought about how Xiao Xinzhen knew so many things, his mind was full of the truth about Fu Zi and Zhuang Jieying's marriage, like a fire without any reason, completely burning Yan Che's life-saving straw do.

It seems that the ridicule of Gu Changhe and Gu Xinhe is still echoing in my ears...

"Yan Che, you go away, the marriage between Xiaoying and Fu Zi has been decided." The man said with a false smile.

"Hehe, what are you? Aren't you a bitch like your grandmother and mother? Who really raised a son." The woman's ferocious face twisted for a while, and the thick layer of foundation on her face almost peeled off. .

"Both of you are men, there is no way there will be a result." The man couldn't hold back a fake smile, his face was sullen.

"Ahhh——both of you mother and son are lingering ghosts, lingering ghosts!! One mother is dead, and the son will come to fight with my daughter for a man. Shameless!!" The woman was hysterical, baring her teeth and claws.

"Yan Che, for the sake of Fu Zi's future, let go!" The man restrained his viciousness, continued to wear a fake smile, and guided earnestly.

"Shameless little bastard, you really look like your mother, Fu Zi won't want you... Hahaha, can you give Fu Zi what he wants? A future? Or can you give Fu Zi a son?" The woman opened her blood-red mouth and roared unceasingly, with the tendency of tearing people up and swallowing them alive.

"Yan Che, leave by yourself, don't force uncle to take action!" The man finally couldn't hide the cruelty on his face, with a gloomy face and threatening words.

"Heh heh heh, little bastard, be sensible, otherwise your mother's fate will be your fate. This is just a warning to you, next time it won't be as simple as losing your job..." That woman was so crazy , Lost her mind, lost the demeanor of her governor's wife, she is simply a lunatic.

……

rustling --

Another gust of wind.

Yan Che slightly opened his eyes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a wry smile: So, I had another nightmare!

"San'er, you're up!"

A voice came from outside, and Yan Che turned his head, just in time to see Yan Yuanzhao walking in with his crutches clattering.

Yan Che stood up and greeted him: "Fifth Patriarch, why are you here?"

Patting Yan Che's hand supporting him, Yan Yuanzhao took a look at the fenced yard full of green gardens, and sighed with emotion: "Oh, I haven't been here for a few days, the yard has changed a lot!"

No, the courtyard, which seemed a bit deserted at first, is not only hung with greenery, but also a clump of moso bamboo transplanted is exuding vitality. In the lush greenery, two bamboo buildings are hidden in it, and it is a bit dusty. Compared with those big houses with white walls and blue tiles in Yanjiawan, this place is really enviable and enjoyable.

Giving up the rocking chair he made just now, Yan Yuanzhao sat on it and shook it: "Oh, this is good, this is good." Patting the backrest made of bamboo strips and the curved handle of the chair made of moso bamboo, Yan Yuanzhao laughed like a child Get up: "Is this the problem that Carpenter Lin said you gave?"

Yan Che scratched his head and said with a chuckle, "Uncle Lin is ingenious, how could grandson be difficult for him?"

Yan Yuanzhao narrowed his eyes with a smile, leaned back on the chair, and threw his cane aside. When Yan Che was about to reach out to pick it up, Yan Yuanzhao stopped him: "Don't worry about it, it's because your grandpas think I'm not old enough, so I figured it out. Pretending." After speaking, he pointed to the bamboo building, pretending to be displeased and said, "Go, make a pot of new tea roasted in front of your house for the old ancestor, don't think I can't smell it if you hide it, tell you , I smelled it when you were baking."

Yan Che bluntly said, "Fifth Patriarch, how can we hide it? Well, I'll make a pot for you right now."

Soon.

Yan Yuanzhao was still lying on the rocking chair, admiring the brand-new yard contentedly, Yan Che came out of the bamboo building with a small bamboo table and a small bamboo stool.

A large bamboo plate was placed on the bamboo table, and in the large bamboo plate were several rough pottery teapots, cups and tea pots.

Seeing Yan Che's ostentation, especially those unique rough pottery tea sets, Yan Yuanzhao's eyes straightened: "This, you let Guiyue and her man burn it?"

Yan Che put the bamboo table in front of Yan Yuanzhao, sat on the bamboo stool, and straightened out the contents of the big bamboo plate with a smile: "Fifth Patriarch, are you clairvoyant or shunfenger?"

Yan Yuanzhao gave Yan Che a blank look, and said, "Why, do you think the old man inquired about you? Hmph, even if the old man doesn't inquire, he will report to me whatever you do." After finishing speaking, he did not forget to hum. After blowing a few breaths, Yan Che couldn't help but smile, and a little pink appeared on his pale face.

Yan Che quickly shook his head: "No, no, the ancestor is also concerned about Yan Jiawan!"

Yan Yuanzhao hummed twice, tilted his head, pointed to the bamboo plate and said, "Stinky boy, why don't you hurry up and make tea for the old man?!"

"Yes yes yes!" Yan Che concealed a smile, turned around and entered the room swiftly.

"Hey, why are you going?" Seeing that Yan Che was about to leave, Yan Yuanzhao sat up hastily: "Could you not give the old man some tea?"

Yan Che smirked: "How can you make tea without water? Patriarch!"

The old man with a twitching mouth looked embarrassed, stroked his beard, and sat back in the bamboo chair. A layer of blush was hidden between the beard, and the old man's eyes began to wander...

Tea is new tea.

They are all new teas picked by Fujiko on Jiguan Mountain under the guidance of Zhang Chaoying a few days ago.

After they were picked and taken home, the debris was cleaned up, and after a few days of laying in the sun in the spring, Yan Che controlled the fire with his hands and fried them little by little.

This is the spring tea that people in Yanjiawan love to drink for generations.

Of course, Yan Che's tea is different from ordinary tea. Before drying these teas, Yan Che sprayed them with clear water, put them in a cool place, and took them out for seven days in the shade.

Looking at the golden tea in the dark brown rough pottery teacup, Yan Yuanzhao squinted his eyes and shook his head, enjoying the tangy tea fragrance.

... After a while, he spat on the rim of the cup and took a sip.

Yan Yuanzhao let out a big "hah" breath, with a little bit of smoke on his satisfied face: "Not bad, not bad, this is called tea, this is called tea!" The previous ones are not even as good as tea dregs!

"This tea, you must not let your second uncle see it, you must not let him see it!" Yan Yuanzhao opened his eyes and looked at Yan Che seriously, and his expression changed in an instant, with a bit of grievance: "No one can Let me see, otherwise...the old man has nothing to drink."

Under the grape trellis, sip Yanche’s new spring tea, blowing the cool breeze, and looking at the bamboo slips not far away.

Yan Yuanzhao felt a little drunk.

"I'd rather eat without meat than live without bamboo. San'er, this is what you want, this is what you want!" Yan Yuanzhao stroked his beard and swayed his head slightly: "Isn't this the artistic conception of people living? Hey, Yeah!"

"Fifth Patriarch, if you think it's good, you can also move here to live here!" Pointing to the vacant bamboo building on the side, Yan Che said: "Here, that bamboo building is still empty."

Yan Yuanzhao narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard, and smiled without answering.

Peach red, plum white, April day, gentle wind and gentle breeze, under the foggy mountain with fragrance of flowers, the two generations just sat facing each other, and occasionally the sound of stoneware cups hitting each other seemed pleasant.

"Back then...your mother also made good spring tea." For a long time, Yan Yuanzhao said with emotion, with a little nostalgia and regret in his eyes: "Your mother, she is a good woman!"

Yan Che was silent, quietly brewing a second course of new tea, even the scalding water couldn't shock the seriousness on his face.

"Over the years, have you ever visited your grandma?" As if seeing Yan Che's sadness, Yan Yuanzhao still had to cruelly ask what he had been holding back for a long time: "When you first came back, I wanted to ask, Why."

"Grandma...has been dead for 25 years." After a long silence, Yan Che spoke lightly.

Yan Yuanzhao was stunned, with a faint sadness on his face: "Yes, if not, who would be willing to have such a good girl... living outside!"

"I... have no ability." I don't have the ability to do anything for my mother and grandma... so I can only watch those people do whatever they want and act arrogantly.

"Hey!" Reaching out and patting Yan Che's not-so-strong shoulder, Yan Yuanzhao sighed deeply: "Man is doing it, but the sky is watching. It's not that we don't report, the time has not yet come!"

Yan Che nodded.

He looked up at the bright and sunny sky.

But, for goodness sake, can you see it?

If you look at it, how can those people live so freely, why are those people still not dead? !

The one who left with regret...why was my mother? !

"Young Master Xiao, it seems that you are quite addicted to postman work?" Fujiko gave the visitor a squinting look, and handed him a cigarette.

The visitor parked his green bicycle on the side of the road, reached out to take the cigarette that Fujiko handed over without any scruples, and laughed: "Ahaha, each other, each other, each other!"

Fujiko reached out to light a cigarette for the visitor, and after watching the visitor take a puff, he also exhaled a cloud of smoke: "I said it was strange, why haven't I seen you for so many years, so the cat is here!"

"Where is it?" Xiao Xinhe said with a helpless smile, "It's not my old man who sent me down here." Shrugging his shoulders: "This is what you call gilding at the lower level."

"Not bad." Fujiko smiled slightly.

"Hey." Xiao Xin curled his lips, and continued to cry and laugh: "I'm not the material to be an official at all. In the next life, the grassroots will be muddy and can't support the wall." As he said, he squeezed the vines to make a space on the pole , also sat up: "It's you, why are you here?"

"It's hard to say." Fujiko smiled and took a puff of cigarette: "If I don't come here, I'm afraid you won't see me."

"Oh?" Xiao Xin was confused, and seemed to think of something in an instant, and responded with a wry smile of understanding: "Your brother, did you do something to you?"

Fujiko nodded.

Xiao Xin was stunned: "Isn't it? He still shot you like this? How did you show your secrets?"

Fujiko shrugged his shoulders: "Why are you revealing your secrets? He is eliminating dissidents and stabilizing the country."

"...Do you want to help?" Xiao Xinyu was silent, thought for a moment, and asked.

Fujiko was stunned, glanced sideways at Xiao Xinyu, and said strangely: "Isn't it? I'm not an auditory hallucination?"

After Bai Tengzi glanced at him, Xiao Xinyu said bitterly: "You also know what our family looks like. The old man treats our children and grandchildren very well."

Fujiko remained silent.

"Hey, the criticism left over from that wrong history, I don't know how many people have been harmed... Before my grandma passed away, she held the hands of some of us juniors and asked us to find the mother and daughter... Hey, what's wrong with the parents? We don’t know what it looks like, so where can we find it!” Xiao Xinyan pulled out his hair angrily, looked up at the sky, his eyes were a little dazed: “Tell me, is it true that a person can’t do wrong things in his life, otherwise he will live in trouble all his life? ? The old man is really not so cruel!"

Fujiko couldn't answer Xiao Xinhe's words, and frowned when he thought of Yan Che, he didn't know it himself.

"Hey, forget it, I'm going to continue to deliver the letter." After crushing out the cigarette butt, Xiao Xinyu stood up and patted Fujiko on the shoulder: "Mr. I'm not in the capital anymore, but I should still be able to help you."

Fujiko shook his head: "Thank you in advance. Young Master Xiao, I think it's fine now. Really, since I arrived at Yanjiawan and lived in Yan Che's house, I have never lived so peacefully in my life... I have a good meal Fragrant, even sleeping very soundly."

Xiao Xin looked at Fujikodu in surprise, and after a long while, he said, "You...won't...yes..."

"Huh? What?" Fujiko looked up and looked at Xiao Xinyu inexplicably.

Xiao Xin paused, chuckled, and waved his hands: "It's nothing, it's nothing." While speaking, he got on the bicycle, just stepped on the pedal, turned around and said something seriously to Fujiko: "Young Master Teng, that About Yan Che..." After thinking for a while, Xiao Xinyu kept his mouth shut, and said with a sneer: "You, hey. It's okay."

"What? What happened to Yan Che?" Fujiko stood up suddenly, and the pole fell to the ground with a bang: "What happened to Yan Che?"

Xiao Xinyu felt relieved when he saw it, and shook his head: "It's nothing, Yan Che... the matter is quite complicated, but Yan Che is a very good person. Well, you, if you can help...you just Help him! Speaking of it, Yan Che has become what he is now... Speaking of it, you, hehe, can't get rid of it."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Xinhe stepped on the pedal, and the person and the car were already a few meters away: "Listen to me, you are right, there is no medicine for regret in this world, otherwise it will be too late to regret it in the future."

Fujiko stayed in the original place in a daze: What do you mean?

half an hour.

Fujiko came back to his senses, and yelled in the direction where Xiao Xinyu, who had long since disappeared, said, "Xiao Xinyu, you haven't told me, what's wrong with him? Damn, half-talk, be careful of constipation !!"

Startled, Fujiko suddenly remembered some of Xiao Xin's past behaviors, opened his voice a few more times, and roared: "Xiao Xin, you fucking want to take advantage of others and say that I regret it or not, shit!"

I thought: Next time, I have to continue to see the truth, don't let me get close to harm that villain, the villain looks like that, after all, isn't it just the food of that beast that is in heat everywhere!

Then I thought again: No, no, they are like-minded people, they all like other people's butts, a nest of snakes and rats, working together, it's none of my business? !

Ah, yes, yes, if the villain is hooked up by a beast, the uncle who is waiting for the villain to carry on the family will definitely be sad.

Hmm, lest uncle be sad, yes, just to prevent uncle from being sad, I must take good care of the villain, others don't even know that the animal is swallowed by that beast!Well, that's it!

Look, I'm actually a good person, and I'm a really good person!Wow haha! !

A good man who found the problem and solved it, laughed, picked up the pole on the ground, tightened the nylon ropes tied with baskets at both ends, and easily lifted it on his shoulders, feeling extremely proud.