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date="2021-09-25"

title="Chapter 20"

weight="136763"

series = ["Carrying a Hoe to Cultivate"]

mode = "manual"

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In the middle of the night, myriad music was silent, and Xia Yi curled her eyebrows in her sleep.

In his dream, he came to the hospital full of disinfectant water again, and sat on the bench outside the operating room with his head in his arms. My parents went out for a self-driving trip and had a car accident, and now they both lie in it. In my ears is the loud cry of a child at the end of the promenade, and feet in nurse shoes are coming and going on the floor in front of him.

There was still a lot of blood on his jacket, which belonged to his mother. When he received the call and rushed to the hospital, his father had already advanced to the operating room, and his mother was about to be pushed in while lying on the bed.

She was still awake at the time, she just looked paler. She trembled and murmured to Xia Yi who was holding her hand tightly: "I'm just worried that you will be alone..."

Seeing the hospital bed being slowly pushed into the operating room, Xia Yi stayed still, mechanically reverberating in her heart, "Mom, don't leave me, mom..."

"Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi, wake up, Xiao Yi." The eager call dragged Xia Yi out of her sleep. It was Gu Wenzhu's voice.

"Brother Zhu." Xia Yi opened her teary eyes and choked.

"I'm here, I'm here," Gu Wen put him in his arms, stroked his back, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? I heard you crying next door. ."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and gently wiped the tears on Xia Yi's face, "What nightmare did you do? I cried so sad."

Xia Yi was still sobbing, and said intermittently: "I dreamed of my parents. He, they also said, worried, worried that I will be alone..."

Gu Wen got up and went to the clean room next door to take a towel, and while wiping Xia Yi's face, he whispered: "If you have this kind of dream in the future, you will tell the second elder in the dream that you are not alone, and someone needs to take care of you for the rest of your life. You, let them not worry. They will be spoiled by them for the first ten years, and will be spoiled by brother for the next eighty years."

"Is it better now? Do you want to drink some water?" Gu Wen hugged Xia Yi across the quilt and gently patted him, watching him gradually calm down and stopped sobbing.

"No, I don't want to drink." Xia Zhuwo was in Gu Wenzhu's arms, stretching out two fingers from the bed to hook his clothes corner, "It will be better if you stay with me."

"Okay, then you lie down first, I will accompany you, and wait until you fall asleep before leaving." Gu Wen whispered and coaxed warmly.

"You lie down next to me." Xia Yi moved inside to free half of the bed. Gu Wen hesitated, after all, he just sat slantingly on the edge of the bed, leaning on the back of the bed. Xia Zhu turned over and lay on his side facing him, then pulled his hand that fell on the quilt to his waist, and then closed his eyes.

Gu Wen didn't dare to go out, so he sat leaning forward with one hand on Xia Zhu's waist.

"Touch your ears." Xia Zhu suddenly groaned.

? ? ?

What? Touch your ears?

"When I was a child, I wanted my mother to sleep every night, and my mother touched my ears to fall asleep. Didn't you say you want to spoil me for them?" Xia Yi opened her eyes slightly, her voice still a little hoarse. Because I just cried, the ends of my eyes were red, and the eyes were as pure as those washed with water, and the eyelashes were condensed in clusters.

Gu Wenzhu stretched out his other hand with difficulty and gently stroked Xia Zhu's ear.

"I want to listen to you sing." After lying down for a while, Xia Zhu suddenly said, "When I was young, my mother coaxed me to sleep and even sang to me on the bedside."

I didn't hear Gu Wen talking back for a long time, and even the hand that touched his ear stopped. Xia Yi opened his eyes and raised his head to accuse, "After I finish speaking, I will spoil me like my mother. NS?"

"But I don't know how to sing at all." Gu Wen looked dumbfounded one by one.

"If you think about it, you will surely sing a song and a half song. I don't dislike it. Just hum a few words." Xia Yi lay down again and closed his eyes. "Think about it, sing as soon as you want, I'm still waiting to hear it. Sleep well."

After speaking, he gave a long yawn.

After a long while, just when Xia Yi thought that Gu Wen could not sing anymore, a trembling voice of incomplete tone of voice sounded:

Little orchid, white and beautiful, as clean as snow, bright as the moon...

Xia Yi:? ? ? ? ? !!!!!!!

Well, don't be too picky, it's already good to sing with brother.

Xia Yi curled up in the quilt, quietly listening to Gu Wen humming a small tune. Although the tune ran far away, but could hear a general idea, and still felt a little familiar, as if had heard it somewhere.

Where is it? In the TV series? wrong. Children's nursery rhymes? Not right.

But why is it so familiar? I feel that I can hum along with that song.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Xia Yi's mind: a young man in a white shirt, holding a bunch of orchids, was running in the mountains and forests. The sun was shining from the gaps in the trees and reflected on him as agile as a deer. Posture.

He was still singing a cheerful little tune in his mouth.

Little orchid, twigs, small waist, like a jade carving...

"Brother Zhu, where did you learn this song?" Xia Yi simply turned over and asked Gu Wenzhu.

Gu Wen closed his mouth and began to recall. After thinking for a while, a trace of confusion appeared on his face: "I don't remember, maybe my mother sang it to me when I was a child?"

"Forget it if you don't remember, go to sleep." Xia Yi yawned again and buried herself deeply in the pillow.

It was morning when Xia Yi woke up, and the sun came in through the window lattice. The courtyard was quiet, and Gu Wen had already gone down to the ground when he wanted to come.

He squinted in the bed for a while, and got up lazily to wash. After packing up, went to the kitchen and took a look at the lid. A big pot of steamed buns was still steaming. Every time Gu Wen kept a meal for him, he would use a layer of ashes to press it on the firewood. Although there was no open flame, the remaining temperature kept the breakfast steaming all the time.

Xia Yi was eating porridge in one hand and buns in the other. He heard a chaotic footstep outside the courtyard wall, accompanied by Li Zhu's loud voice, "Xiao Yi, are you there, Xiao Yi? Xiao Yi. "

"I'm here." Xia Yi quickly answered in a loud voice, and put the porridge bowl on the table, wondering what was wrong.

The courtyard door was pushed abruptly, and then Li Zhu stepped back in backwards, still shouting "Tap, tap."

Stepping back in, you can see that he is holding a wooden board in his hand, and there is clearly a person lying on it, showing his feet.

Xia Yi didn't even take a closer look, and felt that his head hummed, and his legs became soft in an instant, and the bun in his hand fell to the ground. He staggered two steps forward, and asked softly with trembling lips: "Brother Zhu? Is Brother Zhu?"

"Go in, go in, be gentle." Li Zhu was still commanding the person carrying the stretcher on the other end loudly. He caught a glimpse of something wrong with Xia Yi, and quickly said: "It's not Wen Zhu, Xiao Yi, not Wen Zhu, it's your relative."

When I heard that it was not Gu Wenzhu, Xia Yi let out a long sigh, and instantly his heart settled, and his feet were not soft anymore. Then I was puzzled and asked: "What kind of relative am I? Where do I have relatives?"

"I don't know, you can watch it yourself." While talking, Li Zhu and a few villagers had already lifted the door panel into the yard and placed it on the ground.

Xia Yi approached and took a look. He hadn't seen the face of the person on the door panel. Just the cyan gown with large sleeves and dark patterns embroidered on the door, she understood in her heart.

Is this why Liu Siqian passed through again?

When he saw his face clearly, Xia couldn't help but hesitated. This was not Liu Siqian. A little fatter than him, a little younger, about forty years old.

Although he closed his eyes tightly, he was holding a bowl in one hand and holding a wooden staff in the other, even if he was in a coma.

"It was Er Niu who found him. He was running around in the col on the other side of the mountain. When he saw Er Niu, he asked him if he recognized Xia Yi. Er Niu said he did. Then he rolled his eyes and fainted." Li Zhu While fanning himself with the corner of his clothes, he said, "It looks hungry and dizzy."

"I also came from famine? Which costume did you choose to put on? It's so pitiful if you haven't eaten enough, oh, even if you are dizzy, you know that you can pinch the beggar and the bowl so hard, we squeeze hard. I can't pull it out." Er Niu sighed while sweating.

Xia Yi's mind was spinning quickly, and all this knew my name, it must be Liu Si moved back to tell him, did they master the method of crossing, and told him to come to me when he got here before crossing?

"Well, do you recognize him?" Li Zhu asked Xia Yi.

Xia Yi nodded hurriedly, "I can recognize him, he is my fourth uncle. I guess he can't live anymore. Then he fled to the famine and came here to find me."

The few people were talking to ask the doctor to come and see, they heard a long moan|moan, and then the person on the door panel moved and Youyou woke up and turned around.

As soon as he woke up, he looked around and his lips moved to say something.

Xia Yi was afraid that he would say something out of place in front of everyone, so he didn't wait for him to speak out, so he yelled loudly, "Uncle Si! You are looking for me, I am Xia Yi."

The man lay on the door panel and stared at Xia Yi. His eyes were blank at first. After a while, they seemed to slowly remember something. A pair of eyes glided by turns, including but not limited to thinking, suspicious, surprise, joy, sadness, and other emotions.

Then trembling lips, choked and said: "Xiao Yi, you have grown taller, and you look more like your mother."

I rub, this is a drama.