Slanting rain pastoral Ruo Kasa new

As soon as the watery summer solstice comes, the scorching hot dog days will not be far away.

There are many mountains in Zhicheng. Although it is a southern city, it is close to the karst landform in the southwest. Under the surface tens of meters deep, there are abundant underground river water resources.

In this way, even in summer, it will not be too hot, but rather like the coast, the moist air is sultry.

This sweltering weather is also the most likely to cause heat stroke.

Therefore, at this time, the farm work in the fields is generally crowded in the morning and evening.

At noon, apart from the hoarse cicadas screaming, there was silence everywhere.

Yanjiawan is no exception.

During the days of the summer solstice, there were several good rains in a row. Today, Yanjiawan is full of water everywhere. Even the Pea Creek has swelled a circle, and the vegetation beside the stream is more and more crisp and vigorous.

If someone walks by the stream, there will always be groups of frogs hidden under the shade of the grass and trees jumping into the stream, and then paddling the water in a spirited manner, running far away.

Peanut Creek is rich in water, and the edible well built by Yanjiawan and Wu Zidang by the stream is also full of water. It is as clear as a small pool, and clumps of mint grass grow around it, polluting the well water. There is also a refreshing mint flavor - the well water in this season of the year is always the best to drink.

The bamboo forest in Wuzidang is lush and verdant, and the banyan trees in Yanjiawan cover the whole bay with greenery. Everywhere you go is a pleasant green.

In the hot summer, big banyan trees grow in Yanjiawan in the entire ten miles and eight villages. Now, under the big banyan tree at the head of Yanjiawan Bay, as the weather gets hotter, more and more people enjoy the shade.

Not only mothers-in-law, aunts and children, but also the elders were not far behind. Almost every family gathered with bamboo stools, and the Zhangjiachang and Li's families began to be lively again.

Today, everyone's conversation is nothing more than staring enviously at the nearby Wuxu Mountain, talking about the changes in Wuxu Mountain, and talking about the benefits brought to everyone by the return of the third son of the Yan family.

Someone once said that farmers are the most ignorant.

In fact, it is not the peasant in the population that is ignorant, but the man himself.

Do you think that peasants have no thoughts of their own, no concept of right and wrong?

No, no.

Even peasants who don't know a single word, their minds are a hundred times brighter than the so-called smart people.

why?

Because they know how to be satisfied, although working in the fields with their backs to the sky and their faces facing the land all year round seems to be hard work, they don't feel poor at all.

People work hard all their lives, don't they want to have a shelter from the wind and rain, a home where they can sleep peacefully, and don't lack food or clothing until they grow old?

Take a look at the peasants in Yanjiawan, they don't have the shiny appearance enjoyed by city people, but they all have a dark and lean body that is strong and full of vitality.

They don't have as many complex calculations as the people in the city. They all have simple thoughts, happy lives, and clear goals-to support their families and prevent their wives and children from freezing and starving.

Therefore, they go to work willingly and in a happy mood, which is naturally different from the people in the city who are unwilling to work from nine to five and go home with a belly full of depression.

To say that peasants have short-term ideals and monotonous goals is only half the truth.

In fact, they understand the essence of contentment and happiness better than any intellectual. Therefore, after a year of hard work, they can be satisfied and comfortable for a whole year without worrying about food and clothing.

On the contrary, with the abundance of material conditions, urban people also make their desires and pursuits expand infinitely. When they reach (liao), they will only be like farmers walking with a canoe on their backs, and the pressure will increase. , the footsteps are getting heavier and heavier.

in fact.

Although life is short, what you enjoy is just a process on the road of life.

Which person is not born with only one self, and then has emotions such as family, love, friendship, etc. With the enrichment of knowledge, he also understands more.However, at the end of life, when we are going to exhaustion and death, isn't it just like birth, there is only one self?

Even if they run around for a lifetime, isn’t what they are pursuing the simplest ideal goal of the so-called “short-ideal and monotonous” farmers?

Simple is happiness.

Plain, is happiness.

Satisfaction is life.

Squatting on the threshold of the lower courtyard gate of Wuxu Mountain, looking at Fujikodu under the banyan tree in Wantou for a long time, he laughed at himself.

Looking at these simple and happy people, Fujiko suddenly felt that her whole mind was clear, and she understood many basic principles of life.

Gradually.

Fujiko felt that she didn't hate her dead father, her mother who abandoned her, and her elder brother who wanted to kill her...not at all, but sympathized with them and pitied them.

With such a realization, Fujiko suddenly felt that under the dreary weather, his mood became dreary, as if a sweet and clear mountain spring poured into him, which felt cool and light in his heart.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Fujiko turned her head.

Seeing Yan Che, who was wearing an apron, coming out of the kitchen with a pot of steaming mung bean sugar water just cooked, Fujiko felt that her heart had never been so soft and relaxed.

Smile.

Fujiko got up, patted the soil and grass clippings on his pants, and walked towards Yan Che——Yan Che was going to use mountain spring water to drink mung bean syrup, so that everyone could drink it to relieve the heat, but the pot of mung bean syrup was too heavy. Yan Che was bent over, worrying about the hot cauldron, and at the same time looking at the road... the way he walked was very funny.

He needs Fujiko's help.

Bold was originally sleeping on the back of Fujiko's feet, but he didn't expect Fujiko to withdraw without saying a word, causing it to fall hard on the ground, and immediately stood up, "giggling" to Fujiko's dissatisfaction Calling loudly, he hastily followed.

...Uh, it began to miss the taste of rice again.

"Eh?"

Seeing the hand stretched out suddenly, Yan Che was startled, and the pot in his hand almost fell to the ground.

As soon as he looked up, Yan Che saw Fujiko smiling inexplicably, and stretched out his hand to himself.

Confused, Yan Che was stunned for a moment: This fool is so crazy, his smile is really disgusting.

Fujiko didn't even know that Yan Che was slandering herself from the bottom of her heart, so she took the pot from Yan Che's hand with a smile, and put it into the cold mountain spring water effortlessly: "Such a big pot, can I finish it?"

Yan Che curled his lips: "Then don't turn around and take a look."

"That can't be done." Fujiko resolutely objected: "In such a hot day, I'm only counting on your pot of kelp and mung bean syrup!" Che, why are you so good at cooking?" You are so virtuous that I wish I could marry you right now.

Even after gouging out the vines, Yan Che ignored him. He just shook his sore arm that had been overstretched just now, and sat down on the cool chair under the grape arbor, squinting at the sunlight between the grape leaves. Sweat from the corners of the forehead flowed down the face, flowed over the jade-like porcelain neck, and sank into the collar.

Unexpectedly, Fujiko, who was watching this scene, moved his Adam's apple, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a thump...feeling that the enthusiasm he had just left suddenly returned.

A breeze blew across the green Wuxu Mountain and came to the foot of Wuxu Mountain.

Gently teasing and teasing the lush green bamboos, making their leaves tremble and rustle.

This naughty wind didn't stop, it blew over the gloomy grape trellis, lifted Yan Che's hair under the grape trellis, squinting his eyes and pretending to be asleep, and touched the slightly parted rosy, slightly panting lips... and the faintly visible moist Red tongue.

At that moment, Fujiko felt her whole body tense, her legs trembled, and her palms were sweating.

Moving involuntarily, Fujiko moved away her sticky eyes with difficulty, and glanced randomly among the three-leaf bamboo bushes flowing through the mountain spring, the restless heart in her chest was pounding loudly like a drum beat.

Yan Che rested for a while, and after the heat was no longer so unbearable, he opened his eyes and saw the slightly red ears of the vines under the bamboo forest with his back facing him. Although he was puzzled, he still felt soft-hearted. He opened his mouth and spit out harsh words: "Why are you standing there? It's out of the wind."

"Ah?" Fujiko was stunned, turning her head in a daze, looking at Yan Che with an impatient and bewildered expression.

Yan Che secretly rolled his eyes: "It's blocked from the wind, it's hot."

"Ah!" After a clear single sound, Yan Che felt a shadow flashing in front of him, and Fujiko was gone under the bamboo forest... When Fujiko appeared again, he stood at the door of the bamboo building, holding Zhang Chaoying in his hand. The cattail fan that was brought over was still looking at Yan Che with the same smirk on his face.

Slightly frowning, Yan Che raised his eyes and through the grape leaves, he could still feel the scorching sun, and gave Fujiko another hard look: "If you want to die, I won't stop you, if you are half dead, don't even think about me helping you carry it." Tea and water."

As thick-skinned as Fujiko, how could he be hit like this?

As soon as Yan Che talked about playing, Fujiko got tired of giggling "hehe" and came over, pulled the bamboo stool on the other side of the grape arbor, moved to Yan Che's side, stared at Yan Che's fierce eyes, smiled flatteringly... and began to give Yan Che Che shakes the fan to repel insects.

At the end, Fujiko still didn't forget to ask Yan Che with a smile: "Hehe, is it cooler now?!"

Casting a sidelong glance at such a Fujiko, Yan Che muttered and closed his eyes.

——He didn't understand what Fujiko meant.

Another strong mountain wind blows from Pingliang Mountain, which transmits the sound under the banyan tree at Wantou Mountain to Wuxu Mountain, and also turns the blue leaves in the sky in the pond under Wuxu Mountain.

The sound of quarreling in the grass pavilion on the pond also floated over.

Yan Guosheng was playing chess with Yan Yuanzhao again. In addition to the still Yan Guoqiang, there were also Yan Guochang and Yan Zhaolin in the crowd.

At this moment, it is estimated that Yan Guosheng is regretting the game again, and Yan Yuanzhao is seriously criticizing Yan Guosheng.

In the meantime, Yan Zhaolin's voice of persuasion was faintly heard, and Yan Guoqiang, who probably understood one or two after watching the game for so long, was discussing with Yan Guochang how and which move would be the best.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

It is estimated that Yan Yuanzhao and Yan Guosheng were blushing again, and the old man was angrily sticking his useless cane.

Accompanied by the quarrels of the old people, listening to the orderly sound of cattail-leaf fans in his ears, Yan Che unconsciously bent the corners of his mouth.

Fujiko was staring at Yan Che's curly and long eyelashes in a daze, so naturally she didn't notice Yan Che's joy at this moment.

"Fujiko, do you miss home?"

Suddenly, Yan Che's soft voice sounded in the quiet courtyard.

Fujiko paused, and the cattail fan in his hand stopped, but soon, the fluttering cattail fan started again, Fujiko's expression was no longer so indifferent, and his heart was full of anxiety: Yan Che... This is to drive me away?

"Huh?" Without getting an answer from Fujiko, Yan Che opened his eyes, just in time to see Fujiko's unattractive face, turned his mind, and made a wild guess, laughing in his heart: "I didn't chase you away." Let's go, just to ask if you have thought about going home."

Fujiko let out an exaggerated breath, patted his chest even more, stared at Yan Che and said, "Huh... you scared me to death."

"Why did I scare you?" Yan Che still had that face of a late lady, but there was an extra layer of banter in his heart.

"I..." Fujiko opened her mouth, but she really couldn't refute Yan Che, her eyelids closed, she was a little frustrated, and her voice was like a mosquito: "Actually, this place...is more like my home."

"Ah?" Yan Che didn't hear Fujikoto's words clearly.

"Ahaha, it's nothing, oops, why is it so hot today." Fujiko laughed dryly, and vigorously shook the cattail fan again, making the two of them's hair fly.

"Yan Che, when do you think the fruit will be ripe? You see, there are a lot of fruits hanging on our mountain. I really want to smell the fragrance of the fruit." To prevent Yan Che from continuing the question just now, Fujiko rolled her eyes, He glanced at the lush and lush Wuxu Mountain—changed the subject.

as predicted.

Yan Che was really dragged to Wuxu Mountain by Fujiko's jumping words, but Yan Che had more emotions on his face, it was a sense of accomplishment, a sense of accomplishment after working for nearly a year.

"Well, it's almost time, the fruits on the sunny side are already turning red." Yan Che's eyes were slightly curved, and his eyes were bright.

Fujiko, who had just glanced at Yan Che, felt that his gaze was glued to Yan Che again, and he couldn't pull it out no matter what.

giggle-

Fortunately, suddenly the bold voice came from far and near.

Fujiko and Yan Che's eyes immediately followed the bold cry, and looked towards the gate of the fenced courtyard.

I saw the boldness who seemed to have grown up a lot, staggering, as if drunk, but revealed his real body lying on the ground.

Fujiko and Yan Che looked at each other, with the same question in their gazes: What's going on boldly?

Drunk? ——Fujiko.

I got sick? —— Yan Che.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A series of laughter came from outside the fence.

Not long after, Yan Zhao appeared at the door with three strong young men from the Yan family, each with a black and red smile on their faces.

I think the other side of the pond was also startled by Yan Zhao's laughter. Yan Yuanzhao, supported by Yan Zhaolin, was walking step by step from the green brick path with a cane.

Seeing Yan Zhao and the others, he naturally also saw Boldness who was about to enter the fenced yard, but always bumped into the fence wall: "Hey, what's wrong with Boldness?"

Next to Yan Zhao, a young man who was very similar to him gave a "puchi" and burst into an uncontrollable smile: "Fifth Patriarch, haha, boldly drunk."

"Ah?" Yan Guoqiang stepped forward and was stunned when he saw the bold look: "Drunk? Why are you drunk?"

Seeing that the elders were all there, Yan Zhao couldn't be rude anymore, and after greeting each one of them, he finally explained the whole story.

It turned out that the weather was so hot that they couldn't stay in the house, and they couldn't do the work in the field. The young people of Yan Zhao gathered together, drinking white wine and chatting under the shade of the trees in Yan Zhao's house. God.

While drinking, several people felt that something was wrong. Looking down, they realized that at some point this bold man had slipped under their table, pecking at the chicken bones that were served with wine.

Because they were supported by Yan Yuanzhao to come to Wuxu Mountain for help a few days ago, and they are familiar with boldness, not to mention they are raised by Yan Che's family, right?

Thus, a small, well-intentioned joke was born - a person put a small half of the white wine in the bowl under the table, and put it in front of Daring.

Although bold and wise, few people in Yan Che's family drink baijiu. It smells good, and because of the hot weather, they are thirsty, so they don't care so much, so they "drink" a sip from the bowl.

It was a bit spicy and choking at the beginning, and Bold was a little frightened, but when the spicy taste went away, the mouthful of mellow aroma immediately filled his mouth, and Bold and cautious stepped forward to take another sip.

They originally thought that they wouldn't drink any more after taking a bold sip and being choked by the spicy food, but they didn't expect this guy to drink the small half of the bowl one gulp after another.

When the few people were amazed, they didn't think about it, and they boldly squeaked, and fell straight to the ground in front of the few people.

With Bold's fall, several people came back to their senses - they have never seen chickens and ducks drinking, this Bold who looks like a chicken should...probably...know how to drink?Wouldn't this kill Yan Che's "pet"? !

Taking Yan Zhao as the most, the feeling of guilt washed away the drunkenness, and he had already started to think about how to pass Wuxu Mountain. He started to walk but fell down, and staggered out of the courtyard.

The few people lost their interest in drinking, so they hurriedly got up and followed the swaying Daredevil...er, followed the drunk Daredevil to Wuxu Mountain.

While walking, several people were startled: well, this guy can find his own house when he is drunk, it is amazing.

When Yan Zhao explained the cause and effect, Yan Che and others were dumbfounded.

When he came back to his soul, what he saw was the crooked boldness wandering around Yan Guoqiang, with the appearance of a perseverant child... and Yan Guoqiang's old face flushed.

The crowd didn't ask why, Yan Guoqiang himself blushed, hesitated for a long time, and said something that Yan Zhao and the others were even more surprised: "Ah, boldly probably remember the last time I promised to give it... the last time I promised it... The matter of feeding it with rice... um... last time I was busy... ahem, I forgot... hehe...hehe... being bold at the moment, it seems... seems to want to follow... I'll settle... settle accounts... ha ha... ha ha ha... ha ha..."

Sure enough, as soon as Yan Guoqiang finished speaking, he boldly did not crook his body or twist his feet, and stood beside Yan Guoqiang in a daze, looking at Yan Guoqiang with his chicken head up, until Yan Guoqiang said, "Let's go, let's go, let's go!" I'll grab some rice for you," boldly fluttering his wings, swaying, and followed Yan Guoqiang into the door.

Watching the episode of Bold, the corners of Yan Che's mouth twitched, thinking: This guy... can't be really smart, right?

"Yan Che..." Fujiko looked at the group of people who followed Yan Guoqiang into the bamboo building, opened his mouth next to Yan Che, and called out.

Yan Che turned his head slightly, looking at Fujiko.

Fujiko pointed to the back of the house, and there was a bold thumping sound, a little hesitant and unwilling, and said very tangled: "Yan Che, little gold and little silver... when are we going to pick it up?"

Hearing this, Yan Che was taken aback for a moment, and then he felt a little guilty... It seems that Xiao Jin and Xiao Yin have been gone for several months.

"Yan Che, why not, let's go and bring Xiaojin and Xiaoyin... back!" Although Fujiko was annoyed at Xiaojin and Xiaoyin's domineering towards him, but after seeing him for so long, he couldn't conscientiously say that he didn't miss her at all. Two beasts who have been together for a while.

What's more, the two guys stay in Pingliang Mountain, is it really... safe?Over the years, those who hunted illegally dared to do anything for money.

Besides, if... If those two guys are really like that, in Wuxu Mountain, it will be much safer if someone is watching, right?

Hmm, the most important thing is that Xiao Jin is obviously a broken sleeve, and sending them back to Pingliang Mountain, will the two really find their own companions?

Fujiko was deeply skeptical about this.