Chapter 11

"In the night of the East China Sea, the starry sky is still bright."

Xiao Qingdi leaned on the car and lit a cigarette leisurely. Between the puffs, a circle of smoke filled out, which seemed to echo the bright starlight in the sky.

"Lord, are you homesick

Xiao Qi looks at Xiao Qingdi carefully.

"Pa..."

after saying this, he directly slapped himself with a look of chagrin, "I said nonsense, which pot does not open which pot, so many years, still can not change the habit of talking nonsense."

However, Xiao Qingdi didn't pay attention to him. Instead, he looked at the stars in the Western night. Because it had just rained, now the air is particularly fresh. When the clouds disperse, the sky is clear and bright.

"I really want to go back and see the old man."

He sighed.

"Ah?"

Xiao Qi was stunned, and then came to realize that he should be the grandfather of the king.

"Eight years later, my grandfather is 80 years old."

Xiao Qingdi held a cigarette in one hand and put the other behind his head. The whole person leaned against the car with a little melancholy.

Zhaohua is easy to die. In eight years, too many things have changed.

In eight years, he grew up from a young man of green years to now, and he has tremendous power.

However, we still can't forget the East China Sea.

This is his childhood home.

Some people, even a lifetime, can not forget.

For example, when he was a child, he took him to the mountain to dig wild vegetables. He was a strong old man and had a good conversation.

That's his grandfather.

His grandfather had two sons and two daughters. Except for the eldest mother, the other three children were in their hometown.

However, it is the most promising daughter and son-in-law, but died young, white haired people give black hair, is how sad.

"I hope everything is OK."

The voice was low and helpless.

The world is in a hurry, how can there be perfection?

No matter how powerful you are, you are still just passing away. If you are young, in the end, you will only turn into pink and withered bones.

"Lord, I don't know if Xiao Qi should say something." Xiao Qi is hesitant.

"Say it." Xiao Qingdi took a look at him.

"Seven carefully said," you feel here as if it is no use, since you want to the old man, then go back to see him, a few hours' drive away. "

"..."

hearing the speech, Xiao Qingdi was stunned on the spot.

Xiao Qi was a little uneasy, "I, I just said casually, you have your own ideas, don't take them seriously..."

"go, get in the car."

All of a sudden, Xiao Qingdi put out the smoke in his hand and opened the door to enter.

"Ah, good."

Xiao Qi suddenly wakes up, grinning, darting into the car, driving away.

A heart of returning home is like an arrow.

...

Donghai, Dantong town.

Qingping village.

For Xiao Qingdi, the details of this place were already familiar to him.

Eight years ago, he was 16 years old, that is to say, he lived in the East China Sea for 16 years.

However, before he was ten years old, he lived in Qingping village.

When he was a child, his parents were hard to start a business, so they didn't have time to take care of him, so they fostered him in his grandfather's home. Every day, the old man took him up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots and hunt. His life was not comfortable.

When he was ten years old, Xiao's group rose. He was sent to Donghai because he went to school. However, every holiday, he would come back to accompany the second old man.

However, after the great changes eight years ago, we never met again.

At the moment, it was just light, the village dogs barking and crowing, and sometimes a group of children were playing on the road.

The children in the countryside are no more delicate than those in the city. As soon as the sky is shining, they rush out of their homes and play everywhere.

At the entrance of the village, the business car slowly arrived. Some children who were playing, not only did not feel afraid, but also approached curiously to see which car it was.

"I grew up here in the first ten years of my life."

Familiar accent, crisscross all over, hanging on the roadside of the old wire, gravel road, with the vicissitudes of memory.

Even though Xiao Qingdi was a king, his eyes trembled when he stepped on the gravel road and saw a three story rural small flat building not far away.

"Flowers bloom, red red, white, beautiful flowers, I do not pick, everyone said I am really good."

A few children with a tender, but happy childlike voice, in his ears rippling up.

Innocent children's voice, with a little wind, ran past him.

Xiao Qingdi couldn't help narrowing his eyes and humming softly, "one two three four five six seven, seven six five four three two one. Seven aunts came to pick the fruit, seven baskets in hand. Seven kinds of fruit, apple, peach, pomegranate, persimmon, plum, chestnut, pear"Ha ha ha..."

Xiao Qingdi laughed heartily when the song was finished.

He still remembers that when he was a child, he played around with his friends, either picking wild fruits in the mountains or fishing in the river.

Inside and outside the village, all left their traces.

Laughter, as if in yesterday.

However, the spring breeze is easy to die, and the time goes by so fast.

If he had not grown up with each other as a child, if he had been Xiao Dashao since his birth, perhaps he would have been the same as Lu Tianlong and other rich children.

However, the children of the poor have long been masters of the family. Only when they have experienced rural life can they understand that the happy life is hard won.

Later, Rao became Xiao Dashao, but he never forgot that he also went out from the countryside.

The pace is approaching, and the courtyard is in front of you.

"Old man, come and have a meal. After dinner, I'll go to Lao Yao's house to help."

A cry came out, the voice was old, but full of air, it seemed so familiar.

Isn't it the grandmother Cao Cui who hugged herself and hummed children's songs to coax her to sleep?

Imperceptibly, the corner of the eye has been moist.

"Well, there's someone outside."

Squatting on the threshold, smoking a dry cigarette, the gray haired Ye Xing stood up and was preparing to go back to the house for dinner. By chance, he saw a tall and straight figure standing not far away.

At this moment, he was stunned.

His body is thin, but he is very tall and straight. His windbreaker is like the finishing touch, which makes him have an extraordinary temperament.

He just stood at will, but it was as if the rising sun could not match the color of his body.

The old man's eyes were fixed on the face like a knife and a chisel. The half burning dry smoke fell to the ground, and his voice was shaking, "little green son?"

Voice, with disbelief and shock.

"Grandfather, it's me. The baby is back."

Xiao Qingdi's body was shaking, his eyes were full of excitement, and he walked in front of the old man in an instant.

Ye Xing's eyes trembled. He could not help wiping his eyes. Then, he pulled his beard and showed his teeth in pain. Then he reached out to touch Xiao Qingdi's face. After a series of actions, he determined that the person in front of him was the child who had been missing for eight years.

"Ha ha ha ha, good boy, you are back at last."

With incomparable excitement, he hugged Xiao Qingdi tightly, and his voice choked, "good boy, that's great. I want to die my grandfather. The old man knows that you are born extraordinary, how can you die young? Ha ha...

his voice is extremely excited and proud, and he would like to announce aloud that his good grandson is still alive and well, and he is back!

"You have said that I was born extraordinary, born emperor, so you always give me the name Qingdi, nicknamed Ye Qing, how could I die young."

Xiao Qingdi smiles and holds an old man with a head lower than himself.

Born extraordinary, born emperor, this is a joke.

But, who ever thought, now, everything has come true.

"Early in the morning, who is it?"

"Touch... Yes, is it xiaoqingzi? ... "

inside the house, Cao Cui, half gray, came out of the house with a plate in his hand. When he saw this scene, he was so surprised that even the plate fell to the ground.

"Qingdi, good boy, are you really back?"

At this moment, the old man, who was 70 years old and 80 years old, was faster than the young man. He rushed directly to Xiao Qingdi, and his weathered and rough skin hands caressed Xiao Qingdi's face with trembling hands. Tears could no longer stop falling down.

"Grandma, it's me. Xiaoqingzi is back."

Xiao Qingdi's voice trembled and held the two old men tightly.

Eight years later, no one knew you, only two old people recognized themselves at first sight.

Eight years later, the two old people are much older, their hair is all gray, their eyes are already muddy, and their body is no longer as vigorous as usual. However, they still do not forget this grandson.

"You, old man ye, this early morning, even came to the guests, really rare ah."

Not far away, several men came to see this scene, can not help but show surprise.

However, they did not think much about it. They walked towards the courtyard with a smile. They were very familiar with the general situation. They took out a few stools and sat with their legs up.

"Old man ye, don't rush to reminisce. What's the matter with you?"

"Mr. Ye, seriously, it's useless to keep your land. What do you say is to build a house for your grandson to marry. But, if you don't look at your old couple, which of your grandchildren has come back in recent years?"

"Yes, it's better to sell it to us for 5000 yuan. Anyway, you can't live for a few years. It's almost enough to save money for the elderly."

“......”A few scornful smile, gradually blooming.

Their words made the joy of reunion seem to be poured a basin of cold water, and the three people in the reunion gradually calmed down.

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