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"Ah Liang, come down for lunch!"
Xia Liang, who was originally nestled on the sofa watching the series, heard grandma's angry voice from downstairs, immediately bounced off the sofa, and ran downstairs.
The weather in July, with cicadas singing outside the window, this ordinary brick and tile house in the quiet countryside is much cooler than the city, even without the air conditioner, it is refreshing.
On the reddish-brown Eight Immortals table, Mrs. Lin had already set up the bowls and chopsticks, and a few simple side dishes were propped up in celadon bowls, with an attractive color that made people twitch their index fingers.
"Where is Grandpa?" Xia Liang went to the stove and filled two bowls of rice, brought them to the table, and then sat down on the bench.
"The old man has already eaten two bites of food and went out to play mahjong." Mrs. Lin took the rice bowl, "The food is all from her own farm, eat more. If you catch a cold, why don't you come down and move around?" Ken, nest upstairs every day."
"Hey..." Xia Liang touched her nose guiltily, and picked up a chopstick of vegetables.
It is true that she returned to China for half a month, and her colds kept coming back and forth. First, I was infected because of the air quality, and finally got better. Then I got air-conditioning disease because I stayed in the air-conditioned room every day. I was simply sent to the countryside by my parents. It was called "breathing fresh air in the countryside".
The air is indeed much fresher than in the city of Shanghai, but it is a pity that it is remote and there are only two elderly people living here, so there is no internet connection, and the mobile phone signal is also poor. The only entertainment in summer is watching TV.
"Delicious!" Xia Liang ate until a few grains of rice smeared on his mouth.
The old lady Lin raised her chin, "Of course, the food cooked on the stove in our country is delicious! How can the rice cooker in the city cook rice crackers!"
Xia Liang hastily nodded in agreement... well, as long as she has something to eat, that's fine.
After the meal was finished and the dishes were packed, Xia Liang moved a small bench and sat on the corridor by the gate. A few strands of cool breeze passed through the shadow of the eaves, and the singing of cicadas in the afternoon was particularly rhythmic, and she almost fell asleep bit by bit.
Between half-dream and half-awake, something cool brushed her cheek, and there was the voice of grandma talking to someone. She was in a daze, in a daze... until her head suddenly went blank, and it was like waking up from a dream.
She yawned, and a layer of mist floated in front of her eyes. She couldn't help but want to rub her eyes, but she was held by someone just as she raised her hand to her eyes.
Generous, slightly cool hands.
She raised her head in a daze, and through the layer of mist in front of her eyes, she saw the tall and handsome man blocking the glare of the sun for her. She stared at him blankly.
Seeing her cute look, the man couldn't help laughing, squatted down, put the black backpack on the ground, touched her cheek with one hand, and coaxed her softly, "Are you sleepy?"
Xia Liang blinked his eyes, and after a while, stretched out his little hand and tentatively poked his cheek, muttering, "Alive..."
Song Qiyan chuckled, and itching unbearably, he took the villain whom he hadn't seen for half a month into his arms.
Obviously, the waiting of the year before was not as difficult as the half month now. Every morning when he wakes up, he wants to see her, when he cooks, he thinks of the tender little hand that tied his apron tie, and when he dubs the game in the recording studio, he thinks of her sometimes crisp and sometimes soft voice...
The most memorable ancient poems, the most dismissive is lovesickness.
He had heard this lyric before and took it for granted. He thought that with his cold and silent personality, there might be nothing he could love so strongly. But like a nemesis, he met her. This girl who has made a big mark in his step-by-step life for more than 20 years.
his girl...
After a long while, Xia Liang raised her head from his chest, rubbed his chin affectionately, and said in a coquettish soft voice when she just woke up, "Ayan, why are you here? Well, how do you know I'm here?" here?"
Song Qiyan kissed her on the forehead, and it was rare for him to betray her, "What do you think?"
Xia Liang pursed her lips, "I told you which village I was in before... how did you find it? Ah, could it be Sissy?" Lin Qian followed her twice during last summer vacation.
Song Qiyan acquiesced.
Xia Liang pouted, "Traitor."
Song Qiyan pointed her lower lip with his index finger, "You don't want to see me?"
Xia Liang raised her head abruptly, and hugged his arm like a dog's leg, "Hey, how come... I miss Ah Yan~" in a very flattering tone.
Song Qiyan looked at her silently, with a faint smile in his black eyes.
Xia Liang turned her eyes away - seductive things are the most annoying... The point is that she can't bear it!
She squinted her eyes and looked around, "Well, where is grandma? Did you see it just now?"
"Yeah." Song Qiyan nodded, straightened her messy hair, "Grandma went to the field to pick vegetables," he said with a chuckle, "She said she was going to make something delicious for me at night."
Xia Liang squinted at him, the phrase "grandma" is quite easy to pronounce...
Song Qiyan rubbed his nose but didn't speak. He got up, then reached out to help Xia Liang stand up, and asked her, "Do you still want to sleep?"
Xia Liang shook her head, seeing him coming, her whole body was already invigorated.
Xia Liang tugged on his sleeve excitedly, "Shall I show you around?"
Song Qiyan looked up at the sun hanging in the center, then looked down at her bright eyes, and nodded involuntarily.
"When I was young, my parents were busy with work, and I lived in the countryside during winter and summer vacations!" Xia Liang took Song Qiyan's hand and walked around the village. This is the place where she grew up, unlike her home in the city, it is full of her childhood memories.
She led him, walked around the firewood house at the end of the path, walked to the big poplar tree by the river, and pointed to the bird's nest on the poplar tree with great interest, "There are few girls in this area. I used to play with boys when I was young." A lot! Climbing trees and picking out bird eggs have all been played!"
In one afternoon, she took him around on the winding country roads, and through the paths in the bamboo forest. She led him through the reeds on the shoal, and talked about secretly cooking fish in it when she was a child, but none of her friends dared to eat the cooked food, and in the end she had to take advantage of the wild cats at the door. She took him to see the dilapidated abandoned hut in the bamboo forest, which used to be a good place for a group of their children to hide and seek, and gave it various mysterious and secondary names. Shuttle through the uninhabited bamboo forest, and walked back and forth on the ridge of the field, she turned around with a smile and pointed to which piece of vegetables was planted by her grandmother and which piece of mulberry forest was her own.
Along the way, Song Qiyan obediently looked at the simple scenery around her from the direction her fingertips extended.
This is where his girl was raised. He can't experience those memories with her, but he can listen to her talk about her relaxed past here, and share the innocent childhood with her.
And more often, Song Qiyan just quietly looked at her side face in the sun, looked at her nostalgic or excited eyes because of the familiar and nostalgic scenery around her, and gently raised the corners of her lips .
The years are quiet and good, but that is the case.
2.
When the two walked around and returned to the gate of the old house, an old-fashioned bicycle had already been parked in the hall. After dinner, my grandfather, who went out to find his old friend to play mahjong, has come back, tossing the ingredients for dinner by the stove. There is also a huge bamboo basket on the eaves of the doorway, in which are several green vegetables picked fresh from the ground.
"Grandpa is back." Xia Liang squeezed Song Qiyan's hand, and then drew her small hand out from his palm.
Cough, in front of the elders, keep a low profile—
Song Qiyan subconsciously frowned, staring at the Wenxiang Ruanyu who left.
"Grandma, grandpa!" Xia Liang yelled into the front hall full of vigor and crisply. For the busy old people inside, it was really like hearing the voice before seeing the person.
"Hey~~" The grandma inside also responded energetically.
"I'm back!" Grandpa also responded loudly, "Bring me my new son-in-law!"
Xia Liang's legs went limp as she stepped up the steps, but fortunately, Song Qiyan's eyes were sharp and his hands quickly supported her arm.
Xia Liang looked up at him with embarrassing face, and when he saw his calm face, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had taken a reassurance.
It's just that what she didn't know was that a certain deep man who had always kept his thoughts hidden in his heart was out of his nerves at this time, and he couldn't show any expression other than a deadpan expression...
The author has something to say: I know that the recent updates are very slow, please don't hit me! !
But the good news is that I survived the damn exam season and it's over! I can resume normal updates!
Then I went around next door. . . . . This article has been updated twice by me, and the next door has been. . . It hasn't been updated for nearly a month orz
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"The Face in the Mirror"----Girl Wangji
This is the ED of Yashe Yuwenjing radio drama, the girl's voice is very ethereal and pleasant to listen to. Both Himalaya and Papa are available.