Young Man, You Are Too Young, Too Simple - Chapter 112

The sky is so bright, the village is already busy, the chickens are shit, the children who can't sleep can run around on the road, and sometimes there is a shouting call for the children to go home.

Tiancun is remote, and every household has a poor life, but the folk customs are simple, the neighborhood is harmonious, and everyone meets with smiles.

Tian Hao took a piece of bacon and walked happily toward the west of the village. When he met someone on the road, he stopped a few words.

"Xunzi, is this going to Mr.? You wait, the boy is learning the word, give some eggs."

"You are going faster, and I will send them to you in a few moments." Tian Yan said with a smile, "Hey, A Bao hasn't gone to morning class yet?"

"Mr. said to rest today," the child who was kneeling at the threshold, wrote a picture on the ground with a stone, and replied with a message, "Shu is sick."

This is really... Tian Hao’s heart is awkward, God doesn’t have long eyes, good people don’t live long.

Tamura is not a good place, no one wants to settle here. Two people who suddenly appeared a few years ago caught the attention of the whole village. Not only did they grow up like gods, they also taught people to study and refused to collect money. Only one of the sons is very weak and often sick. It is extremely gentle, and the children are most liked. The villagers are not distressed.

Because there is not much population movement, Tamura has the custom of lang, seeing the two people inseparable, naturally thinks that it is a pair, thinking that if Shu Gongzi went in the future, I don't know how Mr. Qi will be sad, it is even more enthusiastic.

There were a few simple wooden houses in the field of vision. Tian Hao looked at the chicken in the yard and shouted: "Mr. Oh!"

Her big voice is very penetrating. Yangge pours the chicken food into the trough, turns around and waits for someone to come close, and smiles: "Hey, don't need to see it."

"Where is that? You are a literate reader!" Tian Hao mentions the basket in his hand. "Come here, I brought you bacon, the dish that Xiaomao just received, and the Abao family egg is still hot... ”

She screamed, and looked around. He converges and said, "I don't have long-term memory! Is Xiaoshu sick? Still asleep?"

"Awang had some winds a few days ago and had a lot of medicine." Yangge did not quit, took the basket, "I just cooked the porridge, drink the scorpion and go back."

"No need to use it, I am rushing to sprinkle vegetables, and I have to know what to say!" She said, she did not stay too much, and went away like the time she came.

Acura smiled and slammed the basket into the room, but the person on the bed was looking at the head with his eyes open, and rubbed his hand to the bed and asked, "How did you wake up?"

"Tian Hao is coming?" Shu Wang spirit is better than yesterday. After being woken up, she doesn't feel sleepy. She just doesn't think too much about laziness.

"Well, send us a la carte." Yangge bowed his head and tried his body temperature, and he smelled it. "It is a fever."

Shu Wang smiled in the eyes, the face was slightly reddish, and he looked straight at him, and no one had stepped back, half a sigh, and Yangko moved first.

The lips are warm, extremely tender, and care about his body without deep, occasionally squatting / squatting, is also careful.

At the end of a kiss, both of them were blushing, and they watched each other quietly for a long time. Shu Wang only pulled his hand and said: "I think of it, you go to the porridge."

Waiting for the song to go out, he sat up, raised his hand and felt the lips with a dull temperature, could not help but smile.

He does not believe in life, but now he thinks that there is a certain number in the midst of it, that is, the past has suffered all kinds of sufferings and twists, and there is peace at the moment. If the feelings of the world need to be vigorous, there may be a kind of singer like him and Yangko. It is not so short-lived. It’s just a little glimmer after the bustling, but they are accompanied by each other, and they are calm and stable until they are entangled. It is difficult to separate.

Recalling what happened a few years ago, he has already felt embarrassed, as if it was the entanglement of the past life, and it has been this life since he stepped into the mountain village.

"In the morning, you should wear more." Yangge saw that he sat down at the table and wanted to get a coat. He was stopped by Shuwang and frowned.

He grows well, not as long as he will not become one of Shuwang's collections. The beauty of the eyebrows is light and close, and the eyes are clear, it is easy to be soft. Shuwang stared at him, and the black eyes were clean and clear, and I didn’t know that I was full of trust and no defense.

The singer’s mouth rose and he stretched his hand to tighten his collar. He accidentally saw the light red that was about to fade at the clavicle. His heart froze, and his face could not help but raise his enthusiasm: “If you are not cold, you should use rice first, then... It won't be so savage."

This time Shu Shu has caused the cold, it is his negligence, and the reason is really not to be said. In a few years, the development of the two people went with the flow, and the water and milk/mixing was reasonable. However, if the poison was unclear, it would have to be done everywhere. It was the same on the bed, compared to the desire/expectation. More is the sentiment to the rich, but a few days ago, and Shu Wang in the outhouse, a bit of heat, it really hurt people.

"Nothing," Shu Wang knew what he was talking about, his ears were red, he sipped his porridge, and suddenly he said, "That is... very good." When the words were exported, even the neck was red.

Early in the morning, the disease was still not well-received. The song that sang on the leg trembled and pressed the surging thought, only to smile.

After the meal was finished, the sun was hanging high outside, and the Yangge moved to place the recliner under the jujube tree, and placed a small table next to the candied fruit, and then took a good medicine.

The morning sun is bright, it is a cool color, falling through the leaves of the jujube trees, but with a touch of warmth. Shu Wang’s legs were covered with a coat, and he was habitually holding his breath when he took the medicine bowl.

Drinking more medicine, not afraid of bitterness, just do not like the smell of the cockroach, he is experienced, immediately poured it down, because of bitterness and slightly nausea, the mouth is immediately fed a candied fruit, sweet taste He quickly filled his mouth and made him squint comfortable.

"Sir, Shu Da Ge!" The loud voice of the child came from afar. Shu Wang looked sideways. Tian Hao’s Da Zhuang was running into the courtyard with a smile, holding a string of pears that are usually visible in the mountains. The head is very small and sour, but the children like to pick and play.

Da Zhuang is six years old and likes to stick to his eyes. However, he knows that Shu is not good at his body, and he is afraid of the songs that often punish him. So he won’t be noisy and want to play with him, this time holding a pear. Come and play, and very obediently moved to the small horse to sit next to the lounge chair, eyes brightly said to want to hear the story.

Shu Wang touched his head, smiled and gave him a candied fruit, said: "Then your word is well trained?"

"Oh..." Da Zhuang grabbed his head and stole his eyes and found that Yangge took the bowl and entered the house. He answered, "There are two words, and the gentleman wants me to write ten times."

"Oh? I can only tell you half of it today. What did you say last time?"

"I remember! Last time I talked about big insects, my eyes were white!"

"You, it’s a white eye, meaning..."

Breethe, gentle male voice and children's crisp children's voices, and more often, just a big rumor, small squatting listening, three words and two words to clear the picture, but it is very warm.

The carol came out of the house, and it fell into the eyes of the scene. He stood still and did not move, lest he disturbed the peace and happiness of that side.

"Yangge," Shu Wang noticed his gaze, looked up, smiled and shouted, "Let's see."

At that glance, cutting off the front, he stepped forward and slowly opened a soft smile.

Yes, the moon is empty, and the songs are smiling. The predecessor's dust margins are scattered, and this life is deep and nirvana. He has crossed thousands of mountains and waters, but he is perfect for his eyes.

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