Chapter 402： two years

Xiao Li was not happy to listen to the monk chanting scriptures, so he got up and left.

On the playground, the teenagers were still playing football enthusiastically, shouting loudly.

The air is full of youthful breath.

This is why Xiao Li often comes to watch the ball, it can relax the nerves.

Anyway, no matter how early or late he went back, there was no one waiting for him in the huge villa.

The old man is busy with affairs, and there is very little time to go home for dinner. It is already late at night when he returns home after work.

"A Li, Young Li, don't go, it's settled, it's settled! Long-distance running and high jump!" The sunshine boy chased after him with a loud voice.

The person walking in front didn't even bother to answer.

It doesn't matter whether he agrees or not, Ning Zi's ball will always sign his name for him at the convenience of the sports committee.

It has been like this since junior high school until now, there is no sports meeting that he voluntarily signed up for.

Walking out of the outer edge of the court, at the entrance of the cafeteria, a boy and a girl meet unexpectedly.

"Xiao Li!" The bright girl with a high ponytail was about to jump up to the boy as soon as her gentle peach blossom eyes lit up.

Xiao Li turned his heels slightly, avoided it, and left without squinting.

Behind her, the girl murmured in disappointment, "I can't ask for WeChat again."

Xiao Li, "..."

He resisted so much that he didn't look back, to see if the girl looked slumped at the moment.

What kind of freak is this?

How is it like Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death?

Every time I see him, I want to jump in front of him.

Look at his eyes as if there are light bulbs in his eyes, they are too bright.

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of countless people.

So there was a new topic on the post on the campus network.

There are countless happy people bouncing behind the screens of mobile phones.

Qian Nanyou and Tang Tang are two of them.

"Some people say that you are in a hurry to post backwards. There is an old man who is not satisfied and wants to get close to the golden pastry of the prince. He is not greedy enough, hahaha!" With food in his mouth, Qian Nanyou kept pressing his thumb on the phone screen Swiping up and down, eating melons is a joy, "Hey, the screenshots of our roommate group have been posted, and it is the screenshot of the sentence you said 'ahhh, Xiao Li is good' hahaha, Ningning, you The society is dead!"

"You don't need to think about who released it." Tang Tang snorted.

The group of roommates immediately belonged to the same dormitory. Except for the three of them, there was another person who was not bubbling all the year round.

People don't speak, but do things like peeping and taking screenshots.

Tang Tang was a little worried, but she was careless, and she should have kicked him out long ago.

Who knew that there would be such a sentence that could be used as a handle from the condensed and non-stop.

She opened the roommate group, and directly kicked someone who never bubbled up out of the group chat, simply and neatly, "Someone in the back is guessing whether Ningning can get Xiao Li's WeChat, the betting is on, hurry up, everyone Come bet!"

Qian Nanyou, "Bet 100! The pressure is successful!"

Tang Tang, "Two hundred! The compression was successful!"

Qiqi couldn't laugh or cry.

I don’t know if the two roommates were affected by her attitude. Now that they read those posts on the Internet, they will no longer get angry easily. Instead, they take it as a joke and enjoy it.

The mentality is getting better and better.

She took out her mobile phone, found a post about betting, and looked at the winning rate of 10 to 10 on it, and aggressively bet 500 yuan on herself, "When I win the money, I invite you to go to the canteen to eat and drink!"

"...Thank you, Ning Ke is so generous!"

…

Guicheng, Taoxi Village.

Uncle Gui was standing at the entrance of the village at this time, looking around at the surrounding scene, every plant and tree was familiar and unfamiliar.

Every time he took a step into the village, his heart beat.

On both sides of the road at the entrance of Taoxi Village, there are large golden rice fields.

Under the stone arch bridge is a river meandering into the distance.

There is a trapezoidal field on the inner side of the river, the soil has been refurbished, and there are traces of fertilizer.

That was the sweet potato field of Zhang's grandma.

He had worked in that sweet potato field countless times, and the familiar fragrance of the soil made him want to cry.

"Where did you call, are you looking for someone or visiting relatives?" A warm and friendly inquiry came from not far away.

Uncle Gui suddenly turned his head to look at the speaker.

The man has a dark complexion, with farm tools on his shoulders, and gray hair on his temples, about the same age as him.

The familiar eyebrows made Uncle Gui's eyes suddenly warm, "Jianhe!"

The man was stunned for a moment, staring at Uncle Gui's face carefully, and after a while, the farm tool on his shoulder fell to the ground with a clang, almost hitting his foot, "Gui, Gui, Agui!"

The small mountain village that had been calm for a long time boiled.

The villagers gathered one by one in the fenced yard, talking and laughing loudly, with surprise and joy on everyone's face.

"Ah Gui, why didn't you say goodbye to the villagers when you left? Everyone wanted to send you off, so why would you want to wake up the next day, and you have already left!" coming.

Snow-white hair is thin, and he is much older. He has lost his former vigor when walking. He needs crutches, and he trembles when he takes a step.

Uncle Gui has a sore nose.

As far as he was concerned, it was only a few days before he left Taoxi Village.

It seems that the old man who was walking like a fly yesterday, see you today, is already a different look.

"Where is Qiqi, how is Qiqi? How is Xiaofu's illness? And Yueliang, Aunt Zhang?"

Uncle Gui nodded, his voice choked up, "Okay, they are all well. Mr. Fu is in good health and has come back from abroad, but because he needs to do some follow-up checks, it will be more convenient to stay in the capital, so he can't come back for the time being. Going to school in the capital, they miss everyone very much, so if I don’t let me come back to report to the big guys, I will come back to Taoxi Village together when Qiqi is on holiday.”

"Hey! We have been thinking about Xiao Fu's illness, as long as it is cured, we will be relieved when it is cured!"

"You have been away for so long, and you have not returned with any serious news. The atmosphere in the village has been very gloomy for the past two years, and everyone is worried!"

The villagers gathered in the small fenced yard, stretched a small horse and sat directly in the yard, bathing in the warm autumn sun, chatting about their concerns and misses in the past two years.

Uncle Gui's heart skipped a few beats. He hadn't had time to ask this question before he came back, and he couldn't ask it directly, otherwise it would be a flaw.

He nodded with a smile, and said with emotion, "Yeah, after going for such a long time, I was dizzy from being busy outside, and then came back to see the changes in the village. It feels like I have been away for more than ten or twenty years."

"What ten or twenty years?" The old village chief was annoyed and funny, "If you really have to leave for so long, you can still see my old man when you come back? I would have been buried in the ground by then!"

Gou Dannai said angrily, "I went out in the autumn of last year, and it has been two years now!"

Uncle Gui paused for a moment, then patted his head, "I'm getting old too, look at my memory, it's really bad. I have to look at the calendar later!"

"It's hanging in the main room. Since you left, Xiaoxi has been tearing up the calendar at home every day to count the days, talking about twenty years and fifty years old."

"Xiaoxi..." Uncle Gui suppressed the corners of his twitching mouth and asked, "Is he still in the food factory?"

As soon as the words fell, a roar of motorcycles approached quickly and stopped abruptly at the gate of the small courtyard.

The man burst into mournful tears, his tone rising three times, "Uncle Gui——oooh—!"

Uncle Gui, "..."