Qian Mai slept extremely long and long this time, turned over, stretched his legs and wanted to cat for a while.
At this time, a cooing sound came from the stomach in time. Well, it's time to get up.
When he opened his eyes, the first goal was the milky white gauze tent, and he raised his arm, still slender and thin.
Well, seven years old is seven years old. He has been young for nearly twenty years. It is said that every inch of time is an inch of gold, so I have found a gold mine.
Although there is the confusion of the fault and the unknown anxiety, the bottom of the heart is actually happy. How many times have I dreamed back at midnight and burst into tears, praying for God to let time stay in 1997 forever. How many times before the gods, do not ask for wealth, marriage, or longevity, but only for ears to regain intelligence. You can listen to the chirping of the birds, the gurgling of the streams, the mellow and pure local accent on the phone, the calm and confident responses in the workplace, and the smiles of friends in groups after get off work. The most common things of these ordinary people are what Qianmai most dreams of. Whenever he reads the rebirth essay, Mai even admires the protagonist. Because there are so many regrets in life, she wants to do it again like the protagonist, planning and depicting her ideal life on a brand-new white paper. So when he returned to the age of seven inconceivably, apart from surprise, doubt and slight uneasiness, Qian Mai did not panic and was not in a state of chaos.
God, latent wheat is so ordinary, in the new life, don't ask for so much, just want to have a healthy body. If not, if this life is still the repetition of the previous life, then I still thank you for giving me eight years of ear-splitting time again.
It is said that the sixth sense of women is very strong, and that of little women seems not bad. Qianmai was in a thousand threads, and he could still feel the sight around his back. Turning his head to see, a tender and tender little boy stared at Qianmai with round eyes. The bangs on the forehead are neatly cut, and in the hot weather, he wears a small version of the People’s Liberation Army cap on his head and a simple wooden sword in his hand. Seeing Qianmai wake up, he didn't speak, and continued to keep his eyes open and watch.
The two of them stared at them for a while, and the little boy hurriedly ran out of the room.
Needless to say, this guy is Qian Xiaohai.
Before long, Qian Liqin entered the room with a washbasin. Followed by Qian Xiaohai who just ran out.
"Mai, wake up, seeing you sleep soundly, I didn't ask you to eat lunch, let you sleep a little longer." Qian Liqin twisted the towel and handed it to Mai, "Come on, wipe your face, get up to eat, and give you heat Now."
For lunch, I ate sweet potato porridge, which was rather rotten, but it was also sweet. There are three dishes on the table. A plate of potatoes, a plate of eggplant, and a plate of resident dried plums on the dinner table of Jintian County people. It is said that dried plums that have been sun-dried through multiple procedures are not easily spoiled. In addition, they can be eaten for ten and a half months on a plate with oil. People with well-off families will often buckle some meat and steam it from time to time. Placed all year round. In this way, there are more dishes with chopsticks, and it will not be too shabby for neighbors or guests to look at the table at home.
Latent wheat bowed his head and grabbed the porridge. Qian Xiaohai stood on the edge, his eyes flickered for a while, and then he climbed up onto a stool, shouting that he still had to eat. Qian Liqin had to put down the work at hand and scooped him a half bowl. It's also a joy to eat.
After eating, Qianmai didn't know how to react for a while, so he sat and played with his fingers silently.
Qian Liqin cleaned up the dishes and said to Qian Xiaohai: "Baby, sister A is back, you take A sister to play, there are delicious foods, I will divide them into half for A sister in the future."
Uh, baby? Like pearls and treasures
In that car, Qian Xiaohai slid down the bench, and Dongdongdong ran into the room, holding out an orange and handing it to Qianmai.
Hey, little P kid is quite on the road, yes, the baby is just a baby.
In the evening, the setting sun went down the mountain, Qianmai followed Qianxiaohai out for a lap.
Very good, it's almost as it was in memory. There are rolling mountains in all directions. A big stream, like a trickle, divides Nanjiang Village from north to south into the east and west of the village, and a cement bridge with handrails connects the two banks. The buildings in the village are mostly adobe courtyards, built near the river, and the water in front of the green hills outside the house is convenient for farmers.
At this moment, Qianmai was standing in the middle of the bridge, staring at the smoke from both sides of the strait, and looking at no one around him, he arrogantly shouted: Nanjiang, I, Hu Hansan, are back again!