Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

Chapter 94: Wugao Own Phoenix Qi(1)

The village is a dirt road, and it is uneven, surrounded by green trees, many birds and finches are frolicking on it, and you can see the fields from a distance, because it is still summer, and the fields are green.
Zong Que looked at the side, familiar with the environment of this era, but he stepped down, his little hand was lifted, and the young man next to him smiled and reminded: "You have to see the road when you walk, otherwise you will fall, and it hurts to fall..."
Zong Que raised his eyes to look at him, and although he knew that he was talking to the child, he was silent for a while and nodded: "Hmm." The
voice is childish and sounds very well-behaved.
"By the way, what's your name?" Sagaku asked.
Although he lived in the same village, there was little disturbance on the West Street side and their East Street side, and he only knew that there were a few children there, but he didn't recognize them all.
"Zongque." Zong Que breathed a sigh of lightness and gradually adapted to his voice.
The fact has been established, this is just a necessary stage of life, slowly will grow up, but temporary mobility is inconvenient.
And it's also close to the object of his mission, and although he doesn't fit in, it's good that he doesn't have to pick it, because his choice means the loss of life.
Although natural disasters and man-made disasters vary, a person is often implicated in a family, and it is good that no one dies.
"Zongque? Which que? Sagaku asked, looking at the child who answered with a glance.
Zong Que groaned slightly, and 1314 had already begun to remind: [Host, the three-year-old child has not yet reached the time to recognize words.
In addition, there was no kindergarten in this era, most of the children were rough raised, adults may not be literate, and children's enlightenment was even later.
At this moment, Zong Que realized that he was not only immobile, but also had to conform to the logic of a three-year-old child's behavior.
Zong Que looked up at the young man who had been paying attention to him, shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Xiangle looked at his serious appearance, couldn't help but touch his head and smiled: "It's okay, I'll go back and ask, then what's your nickname?" Zong
Que frowned thinking about the original milk name, this era is popular to be cheap names to feed, so the boy's name is ugly baby, and there are a series of milk names such as two dogs, rotten eggs, and mangzi among the children in the same village.
"I don't know." Zongque face does not change color.
"Then I'll ask then." Xiangle pondered, calling names all the time seemed not close enough.
Zong Que's steps stopped, and Xiang Le stopped and looked at him suspiciously, "What's wrong?" Isn't
it just remembering to find an adult?
"Don't ask." Zong Que said after a deep sigh.
Xiangle was a little puzzled, and after thinking about it, tentatively asked: "Didn't you ask your nickname?"
"Hmm." Zong Que nodded in reply.
"Why?" Xiangle didn't quite understand, he looked at the child's somewhat stubborn little face, reached out and touched it and smiled, "Well, if you say you don't ask, don't ask, then give you another nickname, what is it called?" Zongzi? The
young man stood up straight, took his little hand and thought of Xiaoming, Zong Que hesitated to keep up, and had a hunch that such actions would probably not be less in the future.
"It's not good, there are many people on the West Street side with the surname Zong, and it is estimated that many people call this." The teenager denied himself.
Zong Que breathed a sigh of relief, the name is still very important, follow the life, can not be set casually.
The mountain road was a little steep, Zong Que estimated that the distance was not far, but he still overestimated his physical strength, just fell into the water, although the clothes dried quickly on a hot day, but the physical strength of a three-year-old child was even difficult to support him from the head of the village to the end of the village, let alone such a long road.
Zong Que took a deep breath, his legs so soft that he could fall if he took another step.
Xiangle looked at the child with a slightly red face, lowered his head and squatted down and asked, "Do you want my brother to carry you away?"
Zong Que looked at the rather distant road, and then assessed the steps he had taken, even if it was a step and three breaks, it was difficult to walk back, but the young man in front of him did not look strong, and it was still very difficult to hold it.
"Sit." Zong Que looked at the grassy road by the road.
"You said to rest for a while before leaving?" Sagaku tried to decipher what he meant, and smiled as he nodded, "It's okay, you're just like this, I can hold you." You're
just a little bit, you're just a little bit, you're just a little bit...
Zong Que's face froze for a moment, and then he was held by the young man in front of him and hugged him, his eyes were facing each other, Xiangle looked at the somewhat dazed child, and found that he was very good-looking, his eyes were big and round, although he was a little thin, but his face was chubby, that is, he didn't seem to smile very much, and he was serious.
Xiangle approached, rubbed his face with him and smiled: "Que Bao'er is so cute." "
It's so cute, so cute, so cute...
Zong Que was caught off guard and rubbed his face, his face was a little wooden when he was carried by the teenager to the village, there is a sense of proportion between adults and adults, but there is no sense of proportion for children, especially the person in front of him is also a child.
"You didn't object, then it will be called Que Bao'er." Xiang Le said happily.
Zong Que grabbed his shoulders, looked at the mountain road that was obviously moving faster, and knew that he had no room for resistance at present, and it was better to call this name than the original: "Hmm." Xiangle
hugged the soft little body in his arms, and the happiness in the corners of his eyes almost overflowed.
It's just that the three-year-old child looked light, hugged for a while and was fine, held and walked for ten minutes, Zong Que was put down, the teenager supported his knees and gasped: "Que Bao'er, you are so heavy."
Zong Que looked at him expressionlessly, and the child's renegade was always very fast: "I'll go by myself."
"Then go by yourself for a while, and I'll hold you later." Sagaku exhaled, flicked his arm and took his little hand and explained, "Actually, I still have a lot of strength, but I hold it very heavily.
Zong Que just looked at him and did not answer his words.
"Actually, I can carry dozens of pounds of things." Xiangle turned his eyes to look at his back basket, and his eyes lit up, "It's because I carried something today, and when the time comes, I will unload the things and put you in this basket."
Zong Que: "..." [
I agree! ] 1314 can't wait to agree to a 360-degree rotation.
Carry the host in the basket, lift the cloth that covers it, and hide a host inside, which is where the host should be.
It can!
Zong Que pronounced that word.
Although the voice is immature and the deterrent is halved, it still makes 1314 realize his mistake.
[I'm sorry. 1314 kowtows to admit his mistake, and clicks when he gets up.
One kitten leading another kitten home is simply a dream that powers every system.
When Zong Que was rescued, it was already dusk, so he stopped and walked, hugged for a while, and when he reached the door, there was only a trace of the sun left, and when Xiangle stopped at the door of an earthen wall, there was a sound of chains clattering inside, and the dog barked madly.
Such a voice is obviously a big dog.
"Da Hei, stop yelling!" Sagaku took out the key and opened the door, and when he pulled the deadbolt, he looked down at the child who looked up at him and said, "Don't be afraid, the dog is leashed, it doesn't bite."
Generally, children in the village are afraid to pass by his house, but he is the only one in the family, and it is impossible not to have a dog.
"Don't be afraid." Zong Que looked at the open doorway.
The dog protects the master, but also bullies the soft and fears the hard, as long as they get along for a long time, they can naturally be tamed.
"Que Bao'er is so brave!" Sagaku breathed a sigh of relief, led him across the threshold, turned and closed the wooden door, and got on the deadbolt.
This courtyard is very large, at least for Zongque, in front of the gate hall, in the middle is the corridor and courtyard, roughly look at the past there are three tile houses, the threshold is erected, it looks very simple and heavy, but when you come in, there is a coolness.
The courtyard was divided into vegetable gardens, all kinds of vegetables were neatly arranged, and the kennel was in the corner under the porch, where a hut was built with wooden planks, and some broken tiles were laid on it, because the dogs kept barking, and the chickens in the chicken cage in the other corner clucked a few times.
That dog was a big, fierce-looking wolf dog, and it was definitely a fierce beast for the current Zongque.
"Da Hei, stop yelling!" Xiangle sank his tone, and the wolf dog that was originally barking at the strange breath stopped, but still stared closely at the person who had just appeared.
Zong Que looked over, the big dog's beast pupils looked a little cold, his gaze was on the line, and there was a threatened snoring sound in his throat, and his tail almost didn't swing.
Xiang Le put the back basket, wiped the sweat with a towel, did not pay attention to the situation here, Zong Que looked unmoving, only his eyelids were slightly closed, thatThe dog tried repeatedly, whimpered and lay on the ground.
At that moment of 1314, there was a feeling that a small milk cat had transformed into a big tiger, and although the host was small, it had also experienced countless battles.
So this is a pretty ferocious, brave little milk cat of the big wolf dog.
"It's quite good today." Xiangle pulled the water in the courtyard and beckoned Zong Que, who was standing in the entrance hall, "Que Baoer, the water is hot, come and take a bath first." Although the water in
the river was not mixed, but after lying in the mud by the river, and sweating all the way, Zong Que really wanted to take a bath.
"You wash in this basin." Sagaku brought over a wooden basin and scooped water into it with a gourd scoop.
The basin was no more than the size of a basin, Zong Que assessed his size, and silently took off his shirt.
Some things are just good to get used to.
The short sleeves on his body were pushed up and pulled down, Zong Que looked around with his dirty clothes, trying to find a place to put them, but saw the young man on the side sitting on the bench holding his cheeks and looking at him, with a smile on his face.
Zong Que: "..."
He couldn't see himself himself, and of course he didn't know how cute this self-reliant but made his hair explode seemed to Soraku.
"What does Que Baoer want?" Sagaku asked.
"This." Zong Que took his shirt and considered the wording.
"Put it on here." Xiangle got up and pushed the bench where he was sitting.
Zong Que put his blouse away, looked at his small shorts, and after a moment of hesitation, dragged him down and walked into the basin, and then found that not only was there no crowding in it, but there was also free space.
"Que Baoer is really powerful, I'll help you wash it." Sagaku squatted over.
"Wash yourself." Zong Que looked at him and refused.
Although they are both children now, he will not think much about a child, but he can come by himself.
"Well, it's cool at night, don't play with the water for too long." Sagaku placed the wooden soap bowl on the edge of his basin and said, "Don't throw this into the water, just wipe it a little."
"Hmm." Zong Que replied while sitting in the basin.
"Something called me." Sagaku looked into his dark and serious eyes, touched his head, got up and went into the kitchen.
The flame in the stove lit up, barely illuminating the small courtyard, Zong Que picked up the water in the basin and washed his body, the water was sunbathed for a day, and it even felt a little hot on the body, and the soap was smeared on the body, and even smeared with wet hair.
In this era, a small piece of soap is quite precious, and almost everything is washed.
The foam was cleaned for the first time, Zong Que picked up the scoop next to him, scooped the water and washed it down, the smell of food came from the kitchen, Xiangle came out with hot water, looked at the child who was pouring himself, and said, "Que Bao'er, is this rinsing?"
Zong Que froze, it would be good if a three-year-old did not drink water, and bathing by himself was limited to form.
"It's amazing, do you want me to help?" Sagaku put down the hot water scoop.
Zong Que wiped the water off his face, making sure that the teenager in front of him had not brought a child either, and stopped when he didn't know some of the behaviors that a three-year-old child should have: "I'll come by myself!"
"Okay, Que Bao'er will come by herself." Sagaku took his hot water again, took the dog bowl, opened a sack under the expectant look of the big dog, scooped out the bran from it and mixed it with hot water and put it aside, touched the big dog full of expectation, and said, "Let it go for a while." The
big dog wagged its tail at him a little excitedly, but the owner who could come back and communicate with it for a long time turned around and washed his hands, went into the dark room, lit a kerosene lamp, looked in the closet, and took out a pile of clothes.
"It should be there, where to put it." The teenager muttered.
Zong Que finished taking a shower, dried his body with a dry cloth on the side, looked at the clothes lying on the side, and when he hesitated for a moment to pick it up, the young man came out of the room and said, "Que Baoer, you wear this first."
This is a small blue dress, the stitches are a little thick, but the stitching is very strong, and a crooked word is embroidered with needle and thread: Le.
Zong Que put it on, looked down and sighed lightly.
The three-year-old doesn't yet have the idea of shame, but he does.
"It's so good-looking, it's so suitable." Xiangle looked at him, wiped the water above his head with a dry cloth on the side, and looked at the child of the water spirit with the starlight and smiled, "Que Bao'er, let's go eat."
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
The somewhat cold dog bowl was pushed to the kennel, the big wolf dog did not lift its head, and their dinner was simple.
The fire in the stove was not bright enough, and the boy specially brought a kerosene lamp over to illuminate the square inches.
A small table, two benches, a few steamed potatoes, two bowls of corn-boiled porridge, and a side dish with little oil and seasonings.
Zong Que held the bowl and drank, the porridge was very clear, but it was enough to comfort the stomach that was already hungry, and the young man took out the egg from the cold water on the side, crushed it on the table, peeled the shell and put it on the plate in front of Zong Que: "This is for you to eat."
Zong Que flattened the bowl and looked at the young man who was picking up the potatoes to eat, and the young man smiled and urged: "Que Bao'er eat quickly."
He hesitated and said, "Do you want to feed?"
"Don't." Zong Que refused, continued to drink his porridge, and then took a small potato.
"I'll help you peel and eat the eggs first." Sagaku took the potato in his hand and peeled it.
He has never raised children, but eggs are a rare thing, and they are sold outside so valuable that children love to eat them.
Zong Que tried to pick up the chopsticks, but found that the chopsticks were too long for him, and the three-year-old's fingers were still quite weak and difficult to control.
"Eat it directly with your hands." Soraku said, "Beware of dropping.
Zong Que groaned, took the egg that was very important to him, and bit it down in the expectant gaze of the teenager opposite.
It was his own chicken, which tasted quite good, and when the peeled potatoes were placed in front of him, Zong Que put the half-eaten egg in the dish to get the potatoes.
"Eggs taste better than potatoes." Sagaku looked at his actions puzzled.
"I want to eat this." Zong Que took the potatoes and said.
Eggs are precious, he is growing his body, and the teenager is also growing his body.
"Your parents must have hurt you a lot." Sagaku looked at the remaining half of the egg and pursed his lips, "Then I'll save it for you until tomorrow morning." Que
Baoer is also the only seedling in the family, and his parents must be very good to him, and it may be very hard to follow him.
"You eat." Zong Que looked at his somewhat distressed look and pushed the saucer over.
"Huh?" Sagaku looked at the child in front of him seriously, "You gave me food?"
Zong Que nodded, the original family's situation was not very good, and eggs were not always on the table.
"Que Bao'er is so good, let's keep it for you." Sagaku laughed, "Brother doesn't like eggs.
Zong Que listened to his lie and continued to push the plate: "You eat."
He can't change his current situation, but there are some things he can do.
"Okay." Xiangle looked at him with a serious and somewhat stubborn look, picked up the half of the egg and sent it to his mouth, "You see I ate it, Que Bao'er is about to eat."
Zong Que lowered his eyes and continued to eat the small potato in his hand.
The child's meal is small, Zong Que did not eat much, clean up after the meal, Xiangle hands and feet are very sharp, do not need Zong Que to do anything, just look at the children sitting on the side from time to time, always can face each other seriously look at his gaze.
[Host, it's dark, you should cry for your mother.] 1314 Always keep in mind the host's personality.
Zong Que ignored him, he would have done this if he lived with someone with children, but the boy obviously did not raise children, and there was no such doubt.
"I'll take a look, it's all wiped clean, Que Baoer is awesome." Sagaku took the cloth from his hand and checked his little face and hand, "Let's go, let's go back to the house." The
kitchen stove was sealed, the door was closed, and Zong Que followed him into the room, which was not as far as the eye could see, but was separated from the bedroom by a small door.
The kerosene lamp was put aside, and Xiangle put down the small bench in his hand, looked at the small bench that had been carried by the child, and said, "You can put it down." "
Zong Que put down his stool and looked at the somewhat dark room, where there were many things, but they were all well organized, and there were many bamboo sticks on the table next to it, and a half-woven basket.
Xiangle sat at the table, looked at the children who looked at the curious here, got up and went outside, and came back after a long time and handed Zong Que a big plum with moisture.
The previous one fell into the river, Zong Que looked at the one in front of him and reached out to take it.
Xiang Le touched his head, sat down at the table and said, "If Que Bao'er is sleepy, we will go to sleep."
"Hmm." Zong Que sat quietly on the side, watching the plum in his arms put to his lips.
The skin is a little sour, and when it is easy to bite down, it is even more sour to the tear glands, but the juice inside is sweet.
Xiangle looked at the child who even ate the fruit with a serious energy, wiped his hands, picked up the basket half-woven on the table, and knitted it little by little.
The kerosene lamp swayed lightly, and the sound of the bamboo fence was a little single, but it extended upward little by little.
Zong Que looked at the young man under the shadow of the lamp, the other party was not old, and there was no one else here, but he still grew tenaciously.
One night, Zong Que was seriously nibbling on plums, did not let the other party worry, but the child's body was sleepy quickly, sleepiness came up, Zong Que yawned, the young man who was sorting out the bamboo fence looked over and said: "Que Baoer is sleepy?"
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
"Then go to sleep first." Sagaku put down the things in his hand, walked over and watched him nibble on a shallow layer of plums after a night and took it, "I'll eat it tomorrow, I'll wipe your face first."
He looked at the remaining plums when he took them out of the house, broke them in half and ate them, then picked up the cloth and went into the house to wipe the child's face, lifted the kerosene lamp and entered the back room.
Inside the house was a large wooden bed covered with sheets full of large flowers, a little old washed, but clean.
There were iron basins and kettles under the bed, and the rest looked a little empty.
Xiangle got into bed, spread out the quilt pillow and looked back: "Que Bao'er will stay here first tonight."
His gaze was on the child, but he found that the child, who had been well-behaved all night, stood in place and looked at the bed.
His heart panicked, and he got out of bed and said, "Is it okay to stay here first tonight?" Suddenly
losing your parents, you may cry.
Zong Que withdrew his gaze from the bed that was almost level with him, and looked at the young man who was squatting in front of him with some worry, and lowered his eyes and did not speak.
Leaving home at once, even if you don't cry, you have to show some emotions, no matter how big a child is suddenly away from their parents, it will be uncomfortable, or it must conform to the basic logic of behavior, not too different.
Xiangle looked at the silent child in front of him, and his heart tugged slightly: "They just went to a far away place to run errands, and they will come back to pick you up when they finish their affairs."
They won't come back, but over time, they'll forget about it.
Zong Que raised his eyes to see that he did not speak.
The teenager in front of him has probably persuaded himself with such words for so many years.
"Shall we sleep?" Sagaku asked as he looked at his heart.
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
"Que Bao'er is so good." Sagaku got up, picked him up and put him on the bed, "You sleep inside."
Zong Que looked at the height of the bed, took a deep breath and walked inside, pulled the quilt and lay down.
"Isn't the pillow a little high for you?" Xiangle kept an eye on him, looking at the person who was almost half of his body on the pillow, got out of bed to get some old clothes, folded them neatly and replaced Zongque's pillow, and looked at the little person lying in the bed, inexplicably a little sense of accomplishment.
"Call me if anything happens at night." Sagaku took out the pillow and put it away, looking at the child who had been watching him in the light and touching his head, "If you want to pee..."
His words were stuck, and he hesitated and asked, "Que Baoer, are you still wetting the bed?"
Zong Que's face froze, the three-year-old child's nerves have not yet fully developed, bedwetting is also a normal physiological phenomenon, once you sleep deeply or drink too much water, it is easy to have such a situation, this is not a disease, there is no way to control it at all.
"You wait a minute, I'll go find the oilcloth." Sagaku got out of bed, found an impermeable tarpaulin, lifted a thin mattress and spread it underneath, and then sorted out the quilt and looked at the child waiting quietly on the side, "I can sleep now." Zong
Que lay in silently, it is impossible to sleep Shen, otherwise it will affect the health of the body, it seems that you can't drink more water before going to bed in the future.
"Why don't you pee again before going to bed." Sagaku picked up the urine pot.
Zong Que looked at him silently, and silently climbed out of the bed.
It is normal for small children to lack experience in raising children.
Maybe after the bedwetting factor was solved, Zong Que's sleepiness was gone, he didn't rush into the bed, the young man put down the urine pot and thought: "What else is going on?" "
Brush your teeth." Zong Que reminded.
"By the way, you haven't brushed your teeth yet." Xiangle put down the urinal pot, ran to rummage through the cabinets, and came back with a glass of water and said, "There is no toothbrush at home, I will go to Grandpa Zhang's tomorrow to make you a handful, rinse your mouth first, just eat sweet."
Zong Que rinsed his mouth with water, and when he lay down under the bed again, he felt a little headache in his head, age had a considerable impact on his judgment, and he had to adapt to this body and identity as soon as possible.
Xiangle went out and came back with some fresh mint smell, the kerosene lamp shook gently, the child lying in the quilt was already asleep, I don't know if it was because the eyelashes were too long or too tired, his eyes were a little blue, and his breathing was very light.
Sagaku carefully went to bed, his hand probed the tip of his nose, made sure that he was asleep, put out the kerosene lamp, and pulled on his quilt.
Originally, he was just lying flat, but after a long time he turned over and turned to the bed, it was a very silent night, and the child's shallow breathing could be heard in the room.
The boy pulled up the corner of the quilt and rubbed it gently on the tip of his nose, he will also be a companion in the future.
Sleeping late at night, there is no trace of noise in the courtyard.
......
The morning came amid the sound of roosters, one after another, far and near, and when Zong Que woke up, the sky outside was still a little hazy, but he could already see through the light of the day.
The person lying next to him last night was getting up from the bed, carefully folding the quilt, Zong Que stopped when he sat up, and the young man's voice was a little soft, but with a smile: "Wake you up, sleep a little longer."
Zong Que got up, the child's body was sleepy early at night, and he had slept enough until now.
"Not sleeping?" Sagaku asked as he folded his quilt.
"Hmm." Zong Que answered.
Sagaku climbed to the window and opened the curtains, looked at the yawning child and asked, "Did you wet the bed?"
Zong Que's expression froze, and he touched the clean quilt and said, "No." There
will be no more.
"Que Baoer is really powerful." Sagaku crawled over and folded the covers as he got out of the bed.
In just such a moment, the sky had already lit up, Xiang Le got out of bed, Zong Que sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his shoes thinking about how he went down, but saw the teenager pick up his shoes and smiled: "Sit down quickly, I'll put them on for you."
Zong Que hesitated and sat down, and the young man kicked a shoe for him and said, "Feet hard."
Zong Que's feet were hard, and he received praise again: "Que Baoer is awesome!" It
was as if he had done something remarkable.
Although the teenager has not brought children, he is quite familiar with the way to get along with children.
If Zong Que were a real child, then he would be very happy, but he is not, he just wants to be self-reliant.
After putting on his shoes, the boy took him off the bed and said, "Let's go, let's go wash our faces and brush our teeth." The
morning of July and August was very warm, the basin was scooped with cool water, the two people squatted on both sides and washed their faces, Xiangle washed the towels, wrung them out and wiped their faces, and washed and wiped the children's faces again.
"Little hands." Sagaku said as he removed the towel.
Zong Que handed his hand over, dried it, and picked up the upturned hair in front of his forehead.
Although he seemed to accept it, 1314 felt that the host had a taste of self-defeat.
The water in the basin was drained, and Sagaku hung up the towel and went out: "Wait for me at home, I'll be right back."
"Hmm." Zong Que answered.
The door was closed, and the teenager's footsteps hurried.
Zong Que took a deep breath and looked at the courtyard, the big wolf dog lying on his stomach was looking at him, and his tail shook slightly when he saw him look over.
The chicken was in a wooden chicken cage, and there was wheat bran in the feed box, and even if he was alone, he could not do anything.
You can't feed dogs, you can't feed chickens, you can't make fires, you can't cook.
The teenager returned in a hurry after a few minutes and brought back a simple toothbrush, purely handmade, wooden, and apparently pig hair on it.
With a pig's bristle brush, a very single toothpaste, and a series of electrical appliances such as a television at home, Zong Que was able to judge the pace of development of this era.
"Brush up and down, yes, yes." Sagaku instructed the child who was brushing his teeth, thinking that he was really smart and would say so.
The teeth were brushed clean, the foam spit out, and Zong Que was wiped clean again when the boy entered the kitchen.
The fire was raised, and smoke rose in this home, like the rest of the home.
The hot water mixed the wheat bran, the chicken's feed box was newly put with the wheat bran, and while the hen was pecking, the teenager touched an egg from it and entered the kitchen.
The meal was served, and the small stir-fry dish was served with eggs, accompanied by corn cakes and batter, and it became a simple breakfast.
And after breakfast, the teenager cleaned his things, fed the dog and put on yesterday's basket, looked at the child who had been looking at him seriously and smiled: "Brother is going to deliver something, come with me, okay?"
"Hmm." Zong Que nodded and followed him.
Sagaku took his straw hat and took his hand, and when he left the house to lock the door, he put the straw hat on the top of the child's head.
The straw hat was not big for the boy, but it was a bit like a dark cloud to Zong Que, his vision was blocked at once, and he tried to touch the edge to take it down, but found that his hand was a little short.
Zong Que: "..."
1314 was screamed in his heart, but in order to avoid the host from reporting it without saying a word, he could only hold back the excitement and shoot crazy, feeling that his mechanical heart was running too fast and was going to be scrapped.
Xiang Le also discovered this when he locked the door, he picked up the straw hat that the child was trying to hold up, looked at the messy hair and reached out to touch it and smiled: "Thank you Que Baoer for helping my brother get the straw hat."
Zong Que took a deep breath, feeling that he needed to grow up quickly.
His hair was combed, and Sagaku led him out the door, not far from where they went, right in his village, and in the morning it was time to go to work in the fields.
Many people greeted each other, knowing that they greeted twice, but what they didn't know was asking: "Ugly baby, whose child is this?"
"This is my home." Xiangle said with a smile.
"Isn't this a child of the Zonglin family?"
"Don't say don't say it, Zong Lin's two are gone."
The death of a person was originally to do a funeral, but there was no one left in the family, and once the water passed, even the body was not found, and the funeral naturally could not be mentioned.
"Are you really going to raise it?" Someone asked.
"Well, it's all hugged back." Sagaku took the child's hand and looked at his upturned little face, thinking that he should not understand.
"Where did you get the clothes?" Someone passing by asked, "It fits perfectly."
"It's my clothes when I was a kid." Sagaku said.
"The child grows fast, I also have some old ones for you to wear." The woman carrying the hoe said.
"Well, thank you Aunt Zhang." Xiang Le thanked him, pulled the child next to him and smiled, "Que Baoer, say thank you."
"Que Baoer? Isn't he called Niu Wa? Aunt Zhang asked.
Zong Que's eyes were calm, and Xiang Le looked at the child next to him and said, "Change the place, change the name."
"Also, you have to send something and hurry up." Aunt Zhang said.
"Gone, Que Baoer." Sagaku pulled him up.
The place to deliver things is not far away, but it needs to be delivered from family to family, and the back basket contains all kinds of things, or a bag of buttons, or a package of needles, a few bundles of thread, or some lace and fabric, and these things are handed over in exchange for some bits and pieces of money.
A few corners were scattered into his small cloth bag.
"The button you brought back this time is really good, when will you go next time?" The woman who paid asked.
"It will take a few days, and I'll come back when you want anything." Sagaku said.
"Okay." The woman looked at Zong Que sitting next to him, pulled him and sighed, "You said that you still have a child here, such a young child is not easy to raise, you raise it for a few days, and when the people from his uncle's side come to pick up his house and land, hurry up and send it over, do you know?"
"Okay, I see." Xiangle replied with a smile, and as he said goodbye, he took Zongque's small hand and asked, "Are you tired?"
Zong Que shook his head, there was a small maza in the back basket, and every house would become his resting place.
"Que Bao'er is so good." Sagaku put away the little horse and said, "It's almost finished soon." There
are a lot of messy things in the back basket, and it is almost noon after the delivery of the family by family, and the village has a lot of slopes up and down, and the living is a little scattered, but the trees are shady, and even at noon, it is shady along the way.
After going back to lunch, the sun was basking in the vegetable garden, the big wolf dog was a little wilted with his tongue out, Zong Que sat under the shade of the tree in the yard and looked at the ants passing by his feet, thinking about the next days, and the boy opened the door next to it, took out the tools from it, and split the bamboo into several knots and weaved on it.
The sound of cicadas is very loud, and occasionally there are children laughing and passing by outside the door, causing the dog that was originally lying on its stomach to fight a carp up, a crazy bark, every time the music stops, but only when people pass, it will be quiet again.
Zong Que looked at the big dog lying down, and the other party also looked at him, his tail wagging gently.
"Da Hei likes Que Baoer very much." Sagaku looked at this scene when he raised his eyes and smiled.
1314 thought that was called fear.
Zong Que turned his eyes to look at him, and the young man smiled: "Does Que Bao'er like Da Hei?"
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
Although it is a little unruly, compared to him now, it looks like an absolute beast, but the dog's appearance is indeed very majestic, and it makes the teenager feel a little more secure when he survives alone, accompanying his growth when he is not here.
"So how about you feed it tonight?" Sagaku asked.
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
The bamboo and bamboo fences were woven into a cage drawer, and the boy's hands were flexible, but also rough, with a thick cocoon on which had been ground out, which was given to him by life, but Zong Que was stopped when he tried to touch the bamboo fences.
"Don't touch Que Baoer, it will hurt to prick." The teenager stopped.
Zong Que can only give up, three years old, that is, at an age where as long as he can stay quietly and don't cause chaos, but he doesn't want to do anything.
After the afternoon, someone knocked on the door and brought some children's old clothes, and the other party exchanged a little pleasantries, and Zong Que was pulled to thank him.
Thank you for the exit, Aunt Zhang looked at the clean child and itched her hands for a while: "You really cleaned up very well."
She saw her bending over, her hand stretched out, and Zong Que grabbed the hem of the boy's clothes and hid it behind him.
The teenager lives here and has a good relationship with the neighborhood, and as a three-year-old, this is the only way to hide.
"Oh, don't touch it yet." Aunt Zhang got up and said with a smile.
"He's a little shy." Sagaku protected the child hiding behind him.
"It's quite close to you, it's quite fateful, okay, I'm leaving." Aunt Zhang said.
"Okay, Aunt Zhang, see you." Carrying the bag of clothes, Sagaku turned to look at the child who came out from behind him when he closed the door, crouching down to look at him.
Zong Que also looked at him, thinking about what he did just now like a child, when the young man stretched out his hands and rubbed his cheeks and smiled: "Que Bao'er only lets his brother touch his head, right?"
Sagaku felt a little happy, as if the child he picked up had recognized him and would not be snatched away by others.
Zong Que looked at the young man's happy expression, hesitated for a moment and replied, "Hmm."
"Let's go, let's go see what clothes Aunt Zhang has sent." Sagaku got up and picked up his bag and took his little hand, "I'll have to do laundry tomorrow if the weather is good." The clothes
sent were a little old, Zong Que did not pick the style, and the young man was very satisfied with each other, until he picked up a pair of pants with an open crotch and said, "This is quite convenient."
Zong Quemu directly refused with a face: "Don't wear it."
Although the little boy in this era is running around, maybe he doesn't even wear pants and no one says anything, but he definitely doesn't wear them.
Xiangle looked at the child with a face full of resistance, and said with the pants in his hand: "You can wear it at night, it's convenient."
Zong Que firmly refused: "Don't."
"It's pretty good." Agaku pondered, "Or sew it up and put it on." Zong
Que stopped talking, children grow fast, and clothes are also very valuable in this era.
"Then it's settled." Xiangle folded his pants and smiled, "Que Bao'er knows that she is shy at such a young age.
Zong Que was alert, but the next moment he was touched by the young man and praised: "It's so cute."
Zong Que: "..."