Chapter 100:

He Songbai chatted with Li Dali two times, and Li Dali became more and more silent after getting sick this time.
But his eyes are deeper than before, and he thinks more.
During the long period of rehabilitation, he had had the luck of surviving, but lying in bed was eating medicine like running water, and after a few days, Li Dali could not stand it. He, who had always carried a family on his shoulders, was turned into a maggot that absorbed human bone marrow.
He was caught in an irritable mental torment, and occasionally when he couldn't sleep at night, he thought it would be better to die in a landslide and fall clean.
But his mother-in-law, with her kind and tolerant heart, accommodated his big and small faults. She used the hands that were so thick that they were full of cocoons, not like her daughter's family, and pulled him back from the edge of collapse .
Calm and powerful, never give up.
She used her silence and determination to let Li Dali know that he was still in need.
Li Dali sniffed the smell on the uncle's body and said: "You take a bath first, there is me here."
He Songbai wiped his sweat and quickly went to the well to bathe.
Li Dali lives in the He family, and he should know everything. He Songbai knew that when the eldest sister was making clothes, he also joined hands.
Li Dali is not like his stupid elder sister. His mind is pure. He has been the captain of the team for a few years, and he has seen no less than He Songbai.
He Songbai took off his clothes and poured a bucket of cold water on his head while thinking about his eyes becoming darker.
He washed away all the smell and changed into worn but clean clothes.
Zhao Lanxiang also woke up at this meeting, and she quickly made a breakfast.
The eldest sister also woke up, carrying her grandmother to the toilet, washing her face and brushing her teeth.
When she woke up, she discovered that her husband was gone. When she saw him in the yard, throwing her arm away and struggling to split the wood, her tears washed down like the flood that broke the dike.
The old man's hands on the back of the granddaughter wiped away the granddaughter's tears.
Her old voice, with a touch of comfort, smiled: "You can rest assured this time."
"Dali is a good boy, he will help you share the work, you don't have to be so tired in the future."
There are men like no men, and Granny Li's search for her grandson-in-law is not sincerely adding to the granddaughter. She looked at her granddaughter-in-law's tall body with satisfaction, and said lightly: "In the future, give him more food and try to raise all the meat."
He Songye glanced at her husband reluctantly. She nodded with tears in her smile, and she quickly carried her old grandmother off her shoulder.
This morning's breakfast, everyone eats more lively than ever.
On the round and broken wooden table, there was an extra place on the ground.
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After breakfast, He Songbai nodded his savings and drew a few photos.
He silently winked at the subject.
Zhao Lanxiang received He Songbai's look, and she followed.
He Songbai took the bicycle out, patted it, and pushed the front of the car in front of the subject: "I'm going to the department store to buy something. Will you accompany me?"
Today is the weekend, the first complete weekend after a busy spring tillage.
Of course Zhao Lanxiang will not refuse, she got on the bike of He Songbai.
"I'll go first, let's meet at the fork."
He Songbai nodded, staring at the disappeared figure of the subject while riding a bicycle, and also raised his legs and walked out of Hezitun.
Zhao Lanxiang had been waiting there for half an hour. When He Songbai arrived, she somehow picked a bunch of wildflowers and left one behind her ears. The lilac and beautiful mountain flowers make her face clear and pristine.
Facing the swiftly flowing water, He Songbai couldn't help but pinch her white jade-like ears.
"Like this kind of flower?"
"Look, you like this. On my way back, this wildflower is full of mountain roads. I will bring you a handful every day."
Zhao Lanxiang responded, "Okay, you haven't sent me flowers yet!"
I remembered it with emotion, when the old man chased her, a beautiful bouquet of flowers on time every day. With the younger enhanced version, he became a bunch of pork every day.
Even Tie Zhu knows how to send her mother-in-law a bouquet of wildflowers.
Now he finally realized that Zhao Lanxiang had a simple feeling of rural love, full of lemon-like flavor, green and lasting.
She asked He Songbai: "Is it going to set up a business to do business today, you're right to find me, I can help you pick from head to toe."
He Songbai just smiled and did not answer.
Soon, he took the object to the department store.
There are many men and women in pairs, and there are many good days in spring. Before and after the dragon looks up, it is a good day to marry. He Songbai took her and picked two pieces of fabric for women. It was indeed a three-foot tear, and a six-foot cotton cloth. She could make a suit.
Zhao Lanxiang touched the soft and soft women's fabrics. Although the salesperson was indifferent, but at first glance, he couldn't help but say: "It is better for a newcomer to buy some lipstick and apply it most. How can it be less in the days of great joy? "
The counters displayed fashionable women's products in the city, but it was far worse than the city of S, not only less but also expensive.
Zhao Lanxiang glanced at it and didn't want to buy it.
He Songbai lowered his head and carefully picked the snow frost of the Baique Antelope in her, which was wrapped in a shell and twisted with a faint fragrance.
"Boy, you're right to choose this! Famous brand made in China, high-end goods shipped from big cities!"
Although He Songbai's thumb was also eager to buy a lipstick for his subject, he remembered the appearance of his newly-married as soon as he saw it. The salesperson is still sparing no effort to promote her necessary lipstick.
A pair of real newcomers next to him, the woman pointed her finger at the man with her nose upright. "You don't want a decent piece of cloth to buy it for me. Look at others."
"Three feet of six-foot cotton cloth is indeed good, without blinking. Why did I pick you a poor man!"
Zhao Lanxiang smiled embarrassedly and dragged He Songbai into the desert and fled.
Finally, He Songbai took her to a coal stove, and he said, "Seeing that you are hurt by firewood every day, my eyes hurt. I think I should buy a coal stove early."
Zhao Lanxiang took his hand.
"Isn't there any wood burning at home? With such a large stove, I have to come to the city often to buy coal. How troublesome."
He Songbai paid the money straight away, and took out the coal bills that had already been prepared, and went to the supply and marketing cooperatives to collect ten pounds of coal. He picked one on the side of the pole, and was originally like a groom official who came to the store to buy things. This time it looked like a hardworking laborer, dingy.
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't feel any more romantic atmosphere. The man was so silly that she couldn't help laughing.
"Don't you buy your things? I picked these things long ago."
He Songbai shook his head.
Zhao Lanxiang quickly entered the department store again, spent twelve dollars to buy a pair of leather shoes, and put it on his back with his own cloth bag.
She was sitting in the back seat of the bicycle. The coal and the stove were placed on the horizontal bar of the bicycle by He Songbai. The two rode slowly and had a good time anyway. They didn't have to hurry.
The leisure time alone made He Songbai very enjoyable.
He rode slowly, and Zhao Lanxiang sat comfortably.
She read the poem softly:
"If life is not generous enough, we don't have to return to be stingy."
"Why do you need to make careful calculations? You must pay more and get more."
"If you can be generous, why don't you look so mean."
"If you can be smart, why choose loneliness."
"Getting is a kind of satisfaction, giving is a kind of happiness."
He Songbai listened silently and found that he had never heard it at all. He just thought he was uneducated and didn't care, he said: "You really love reading."
Zhao Lanxiang thought about it, and said, "My parents only read and read well before they can find a stable job."
"If there is an opportunity for you to read, will you read it, Brother Bo?"
He Songbai said that he said, "I will."
"How good it is to read, it's easy and you don't have to work, you can still eat the national food when you read it."
Zhao Lanxiang said: "Let me tell you something interesting about my school."
She knew that He Songbai had never read a book, so she told him that she went to the museum to see specimens and do chemical experiments for the first time in biology in middle school. In addition to memorizing red books, she secretly read interesting poems, Learn to sing popular female celebrity songs, but you can do well in every exam.
He Songbai listened to the clear voice, and his ears followed a spring rain, wet and wet, wet into the heart.
"that's nice."
Zhao Lanxiang also said: "What did Granny teach you, mathematics, physical chemistry... Chinese language?"
He Songbai nodded and shook his head again.
"Very complicated, it is estimated that she doesn't even remember what she taught. Mathematics is a little bit, physics is also taught, a lot of Chinese is taught, English is also available, drawing, playing flute... and so on."
"That flute was made by Granny drilling holes in bamboo. When I was a kid, I burned it and burned it as firewood. I was so angry that Granny ignored me for several days."
He Songbai paused and said shyly: "Do you still remember that day you went to Niujiaoshan to dig a wooden box? The small book there was actually a painting I had painted before."
"I especially hate these things. I learned very badly, but then I drew them decently."
He Songbai will always remember that the old grandmother told him a story about Ma Liang in order to deceive him to draw, and finally said that if he painted like Ma Liang, he could paint what he wanted. thing.
He Songbai thought about eating meat every day, according to the piglets in the brigade, and painted a summer, but he didn't even get a fart out.
Zhao Lanxiang was stunned.
The author has something to say:
small theater:
Zhao Lanxiang: After listening to it, my brain made up Bo Ge’s lovely childhood.
He Songbai: After listening, I finally know why the object is so skinny.
Ping Shengjun: Clearly said that I want to guide the college entrance examination, the result... What are you doing Xiangxiang?
Xiangxiang: Don't talk, cover your face and walk away.
Today's double change, but I am so powerful that my hands are on my hips and I smile in the sky.
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"If Life Is Not Generous"
Wang Guozhen
If life is not generous enough,
We also don't have to return to be stingy.
Why do you need to think carefully,
Generally, more must be paid and received.
If you can be generous,
Why should it seem so frivolous.
If you can be smart,
Why choose loneliness.
Obtaining is a kind of satisfaction,
Giving is a joy.