The little guys kept pouring water into the monkey hole.

The small hole as big as an index finger seems to be a bottomless hole, constantly drinking water, but not filling at all.

A group of little guys stared at the entrance of the hole in case the monkey suddenly jumped out and ran away. At this moment, a white head suddenly appeared at the entrance of the hole. A sharp-eyed little guy reached out and grabbed it, then stood up and jumped happily. The child next to him looked at it and shouted to show it to me and show it to me.

Finally, the child put the monkey in the palm of his hand and showed it to his friends.

I don’t know if I had just drunk water and had enough, but the monkey had a big belly, white, chubby, lazy, and motionless. The little guys thought the monkey was dead, so they moved it with their fingers, but found that it was alive. They couldn’t help but wonder, they all surrounded them and watched curiously. At this time, the monkey had just grown up and crawled out of the soil for a while, and they were still lazy and didn’t want to move. Their body was still white. After a while, they would be black at that time, but they would still scream, but they didn’t know yet.

Seeing that the monkey was caught, a group of children continued to search for the monkey hole and fucked it. Unexpectedly, there were quite a lot of monkeys on the grass, but in the end, these little guys caught the monkey with half a bottle of mineral water bottle.

As the sun sets, a group of little kids sit on the grass and watch with their trophy.

Looking at the monkey in the bottle, they all smiled happily, their faces covered with dirty soil stains, like little cats.

The monkeys caught were not easy to divide, so the little guys ran to the yard to ask Song Wen for some bottles, planning to divide them into several of them and take them back to play with them.

Song Wen originally wanted to find an excuse to keep these monkeys for two days and fry them for two days. Now it seems that he has planned to soak them. He doesn't have that many mineral water bottles. He simply cut a bamboo into the bamboo forest and made some bamboo jars to fill the monkeys.

The little brats took bamboo jars containing monkeys, and called uncle, uncle, uncle, and they heard Song Wen's black thread. He found that he had grown older invisibly with these little brats.

Seeing that it was getting late, Song Wen asked the children to go back so that they would not worry too late, and they were afraid that they would not be safe from returning from the bamboo forest in front, so they rode a motorcycle to escort them down the mountain, making him feel like a family nanny.

After returning, the little kids saw that Song Wen was so fun and had to eat.\\yd\\They often came here during holidays, so that on Saturdays and Sundays, a group of little kids were chattering and making Song Wen think that his home was in a kindergarten.

But he was not without benefits. The little guys were so sweet that they secretly brought things from home to him for food, such as fruits, snacks, and a lot of them. They ate them so much that they were blooming. They praised them as good children and had a future.

But there are more people and more things, especially these children like to go to the lake to play in the water.

Song Wen was afraid that they would fall, so he asked someone to raise stone railings near the lake and the edge of the lake near the lake, and set up a fishing platform on the lake in front of the stone railings, and also set up a fan-shaped pavilion on the platform. In this way, you can cool down in the pavilion and fish while fishing.

It was late March in a blink of an eye. The mangoes planted by Song Wen pulled them back from the old town government last year had already produced small fruits, looking green and tender.

Song Wen remembers that when he was a child, he liked to pick this kind of small mango to eat. At this time, the small mango was still young and not sour, and it tasted crispy. If you add some sugar, it would be very delicious. Thinking about it makes people drool.

Everything in childhood is often beautiful, because children are innocent and ignorant, ignorant and know the world but only know how to play. When they grow up, they know the world, for love, for life, and become sentimental and gradually lose the innocence in their hearts. Therefore, many people will say that it is so good when they were young. But the past can never be retrieved, and they can only remember it. People should look forward and believe that tomorrow will be better, otherwise they will be worried and difficult for a lifetime and will never be natural.

On this day, the lotus seedlings that Song Wen bought from the Internet finally arrived. He quickly rode a motorcycle to the town to retrieve them, soaked them in the spring water in the Ruyi Fan, and took some planted them in the pond in the backyard and the pool in the Ruyi Fan space, and took the others to the lake to plant. At that time, the lotus flowers by the lake will bloom, and pink lotus flowers will bloom in the clear and blue lake water, which will definitely be very beautiful.

After planting lotus flowers, Song Wen remembered the matter of growing watermelons, so he took a hoe and took the watermelon seeds his father brought to someone else to the ground where he planted watermelons. After passing the fertile land last year, the ground that was blooming by the stream looked very fertile, but a lot of weeds grew.

Song Wen pulled out the grass, leveled the ground again, soaked the watermelon seeds, then poured the spring water of Ruyi Fan and covered it with a film. One advantage of covering the film is to maintain the temperature in the soil, so that the watermelon seeds can grow better, and avoid the ever-changing weather in spring that harms the watermelon seeds.

After planting watermelon, nothing happened again.

Song Wen took out the rocking chair from home, stepped on the stone railing, and lay on the rocking chair to bask in the sun comfortably. While bathing, he also sang the song he had just learned:

"Love people you shouldn't love, I have you, and I am willing to do it for you, and I will endure hardships in this life (and) sweetness.

When you meet you in the road of life, you will be destined to be the beginning of a mistake. One day, the secret will pass by me.

I can't tell the secret, because I love you, the deeper I hide you, and tighter I squeeze you tighter because I am afraid of losing you;

I posted the secret that I could not tell because I love you, the more I lost it, and I was so unwilling to let you go, and I was shocked and afraid that you would fly to the sky.

After these years, when you are without you, I often see you in my dreams.”

Song Wen is a sentimental person. I don’t know how this song resonated in his heart, so he became louder and louder the more he sang.

The egrets, mandarin ducks, kingfishers and other water birds flew away by the sound of his broken gong. After hearing this, the big buffalo, small buffalo, and black and white camels were catching grass next to him, and quickly took a few steps and went to the place in front to eat grass. Otherwise, they would not even be able to eat grass, which would make them feel hearty.

The song is bounced back by the peaks and circumferences between the mountains.

Chen Xiuhui who was washing clothes inside and Song Yuanshui who was weaving bamboo baskets heard it and laughed.

Xixi sat cross-legged on the sofa and watched her favorite cartoon. Suddenly, she heard a sound of ghosts crying and howling outside, and her little face became entangled.

After a while, I heard the sound getting louder and louder, so I ran out, wanting to see who was yelling outside. When I came outside, I found that my uncle was lying on a rocking chair and singing forever. So I ran over.

On the mountain road, Huang Guoliang drove slowly towards Song Wen's house. As soon as he arrived at the parking lot, he heard a sound of ghosts and howling. He looked forward with the sound, but saw Song Wen lying on the rocking chair, shaking his head, and shaking, and couldn't help but shake his head. He thought that singing really requires talent.

"Uncle, uncle..."

Xixi ran to Song Wen and shouted.

Song Wen resonated with his heart because of this song, and he sang with emotion and was full of emotion. He was singing passionately and was about to enter, but suddenly the little guy screamed in his ears. He frowned and asked in anger: "What's the matter?"

This little brat really has no eyes. Didn’t you see yourself singing in a sparkling and passionate way? If you want to sing this well, maybe you can get a record to sell in the future.

"Uncle, can you not sing? It sings so badly, it is even worse than Xiaohei and Xiaobai's smile. I can't even watch the cartoon?" Xixi said with a grievance on his face.

Song Wen's eyes turned dark when he heard this and almost fell off the rocking chair.

The two camels at home didn't know what happy they had encountered last time, and they grinned all day long. The smile made people feel goosebumps. Even if this little kid was jealous of singing well, there was no need to say that. The laughter of the two camels was not good, it was very strange. Is it so weird? I sang even worse than them, so what did he become? This little kid.

"Awen, your little nephew is right. This singing depends on talent. You can do it in healing trees. It is better not to sing, so as not to scare the child."

At this time, Huang Guoliang walked to Song Wen and said.

Song Wen glanced at him and thought to himself, why is this guy coming again? I guess he has something to ask him for help. He doesn’t know how to say a few good things, saying that he is talented enough? You banana guava.

He waved his hand and asked the little brat to leave. He had his own business. He had to take care of him when he woke up late in the morning, but he had to take care of him too much meat when he had eaten. He had to take care of him after going to the bathroom for a long time. Now he had to take care of him even singing a song. Is it easy for him to be an uncle?

The visitor was a guest, so Song Wen invited Huang Guoliang to make tea.

After drinking a few cups, Huang Guoliang explained his purpose, saying that it was a pot of old pine bonsai he liked recently, but there seemed to be a problem, so he went to see if it was worth buying?

Song Wen may not necessarily give face, but the uncle in front of him is Xiaojun's relative, and he will give face in the future. He nodded. He went back to the room to prepare something, but some old items, Luo Geng, who could also put a bronze mirror in the middle, and a glass bottle and syringe containing Ruyi Fan Spring Water.

After getting ready, Song Wen talked to his parents and got in the car with Huang Guoliang.

The car left Suiyuan Town and turned around the expressway. Song Wen looked at it and asked, "Where are we going, and we still have to go on the expressway?"

“Hera Island.”

Huang Guoliang said, "Otherwise, do you think there are still some good things left to me in our place. There are not a thousand or eight hundred flowers in our Nanzhou. Even if there are good goods, it is not necessarily my turn."

Song Wen knew what Huang Guoliang said was true. Now that Nanzhou's flower industry has developed, everyone has become very talented. When they see valuable things, they don't need a flower merchant to come to their doors. They will call to inquire. Under such circumstances, it is really difficult to survive in Nanzhou by eating the rice bowl of flowers. So many people will find another battlefield and run around. Not to mention Ludao, there are many people who go to Guangdong, Sichuan, Zhejiang, Jiangsu and other places.

After driving to Ludao for more than two hours, Huang Guoliang drove directly to the old neighborhood next to the ferry.

When he arrived at the old street, he drove his car to a nearby parking lot and sent it to the narrow alley in the old street.

There are old houses in the alley, with peeling off exterior walls, and the vicissitudes of life record historical moments.

The history of old street houses can be traced back to the time when Ludao became a "public concession" during the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty. Most of the buildings here were built at that time and during the Republic of China, with a typical European style.

After a while walking through the alleys in the old house, I finally came to an old villa with European style. The outside of the villa was surrounded by high walls and there was no way to see the inside. However, the exterior walls of the villa were aging, covered with moss and old vines, which looked very old. I think it should be the same inside.

Huang Guoliang came to the door and rang the doorbell. Then an old woman opened the door and welcomed them in. (Welcome, your support is my greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!