After escaping, the scum attack stalked me

Two years later.

An Sheng was coming back from the town when he saw Grandpa An sitting in the courtyard smoking an old cigarette, leisurely watching the group of ducks in the pond thumping and eating small fish, and croaking from time to time.

The weather is good, the sun is good, and the people are good.

An Sheng has lived in this small place for two years and recuperated for two years. His body has recovered to almost the same level as before.

Everyone in the village liked this polite and handsome young man very much, and many elderly people wanted to introduce their granddaughters to An Sheng, but An Sheng politely refused.

In this life, just simply hide in this small mountain village in Yunnan.

The local scenery is pleasant, the climate is pleasant, and the villagers are simple and kind. They grow a la carte and flowers in their small yards.

"Grandpa, where is Ah Tong?" As soon as he came back and put down his things, he asked grandpa.

"She, followed Afan to the next village to watch a performance."

"A performance? What performance?" As soon as I heard that there was a performance, I was excited.

"You'll know if you go and have a look. You're free anyway, so go."

"Grandpa isn't going?"

"I'm not going, hurry up, come back on time, grandpa will cook you special dishes tonight."

"it is good."

Excitedly, they ran to the next village, and when they entered the village, they saw people's heads rushing in. Some villagers were not tall enough, so they stood on the stools and tried to look forward.

Seeing the highlights, the applause rang out warmly.

I wanted to squeeze in too, but it turned out that there were too many people and it was impossible to squeeze in.

I simply bought three candied haws at the canteen and ate them.

The owner of the canteen is called A Zong. He is a disabled uncle. When he was young, he worked outside. Because of an accident, he returned to his hometown and opened a canteen for many years.

Watching the owner of the canteen dismantling the balls of thread in Zhizhi’s hands in distress,

"Uncle Zong, why are you still weaving scarves? It's not cold in Yunnan." I asked.

"Asheng, you don't understand now, it's called mind, and it has nothing to do with the weather."

"Oh~~ Could it be that Uncle Zong has a sweetheart?" He couldn't help joking.

Uncle A Zong is an honest and kind person. Although he is in a wheelchair, he is still very agile in his work. If there is anything in the village that needs help, he will help him by the way. Everyone praises him as a warm-hearted and kind person.

It's a pity, it's all good, who is willing to marry their own woman to a middle-aged man with paralyzed legs?

Therefore, the uncle has not yet married a wife.

"Well, I don't know if she will like it? What about you, do you have a sweetheart?"

Uncle A Zong asked casually.

I froze in place, the candied haws in my mouth suddenly tasted bad.

Two years can't change many things, just like I can't completely forget him now.

It doesn't take a lot of courage to like someone, but it takes a lot of courage and effort to forget someone.

When he first came to Yunnan, he often had nightmares, dreaming about his dead grandma, about him, Qin Yifan and Shen Huanjin.

They kept asking me in the dream, why?

I couldn't answer, so I just shut up, and then they all came up and surrounded me, strangled me viciously with their hands.

I was so scared that I woke up from my dream, and this strange environment would wake me up. This is not Beijing.

Fortunately, it's all over.

Seeing that An Sheng was in a daze, Uncle Zong called him a few times before he realized, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay, uncle, I'll go find Ah Tong first."

I squeezed in the crowd and kept pushing forward until I got to the very front, standing in two rows of girls in thick ethnic minority costumes, holding a microphone and starting to sing.

The singing is loud and clear.

It made everyone mesmerized.

Although I can't understand their unique local dialect, the crisp and clear singing voice can still make people's ears brighten.

At the end of the song, which was about to end, I looked for the figures of those two people in the crowd.

The two figures, one big and one small leaning against the side of the stage, were staring happily at the stage. Ah Tong was sitting on Qin Yifan's shoulder, dancing and imitating the girls on the stage singing with a microphone look.

It wasn't until it was over that he reluctantly looked back, Qin Yifan put Ah Tong on the ground, and was about to walk back while holding Ah Tong's hand.

"It's Brother An Sheng." Ah Tong saw me walking over with candied haws at a glance.

Qin Yifan raised his eyes and saw that it was An Sheng who came over and handed each of them the candied haws in his hand.

He had to take the remaining one back to his grandfather.

"Why are you here? Didn't you follow Fumin and the others to sell meat in the town?"

"The business is very good, and we will be back soon after the sale is over." An Sheng said while stroking Ah Tong's hair.

Ah Tong is a very well-behaved and mischievous girl. Although she is six or seven years old, she is at a playful age. She doesn't like going to school. Instead, she likes to go up the mountain to dig bird's nests with the village children, go down the mountain to catch fish, etc. Activities that only rural children can do.

Every time I came back dirty, and heard me nagging her, she would obediently obediently and never refute a word, but she would continue to commit crimes afterwards. According to Qin Yifan's words, she is "obedient and naughty."

"Go home, grandpa is waiting for us to go back for dinner."

"it is good."

The distance from one village to another is not too far, but it is not too close. You need to cross a road with camellia trees on both sides, and then step across a small river to get home.

Along the way, the figures of these three people were stretched very long by the afterglow of the dusk.

When I got home, I could already smell the aroma from the kitchen.

Stir-fried bacon with garlic leaves is a dish that several people love to eat, especially Ah Tong. She can eat two big bowls of rice every time.

During Chinese New Year, I learned to make bacon with the villagers. After eating it once, everyone fell in love with the taste.

As soon as Ah Tong smelled the fragrance, he ran into the kitchen with his legs loose.A sweet voice sounded: "Grandpa, you must put more garlic leaves."

Grandpa An dotingly replied: "Okay."

The dishes were already fried, Ah Tong carefully walked to the yard with the bowls in hand, put them on the dining table, and then served the rice, four people, four bowls of rice, put them in front of them one by one.

Qin Yifan brought the last dish to the table and started eating.

It's summer now, and the weather in Yunnan is different from that in Beijing. The climate here is pleasant, neither too hot nor too cold. There are gusts of cool wind blowing over, making it very comfortable to sit in the yard and eat.

In addition to bacon, there are also fried chicken with black fungus, stewed fish with bean curd, and crisp green vegetables, all of which are grown by themselves, and they taste very satisfying.

Every time Grandpa An had a meal, he would drink a sip or two of home-brewed sorghum rice wine, and eat it with vegetables, with great relish.

I didn't agree with him drinking at first, after all his body...

But once I saw a doctor, the doctor said that it would be fine to drink a sip or two, just don’t be greedy and drink too much.

If you really can't beat him, just let him go.