I feel ashamed and embarrassed to say something.

.Let's read it tomorrow! I haven't edited it yet, post a chapter first, and post the others tomorrow together!

The morning light is dim and the mist is shrouded in the style.

The dewdrops stained by the grass on the ground were shining by the morning sunlight, like jade beads, emitting crystal light.

Blurred dream

Song Wen opened the window, sucked the breath from the mountains, stretched his body, moaned with comfort.

On the eaves, birds jumped and chirped. From time to time, two swallows could be seen flying in and out from under the eaves of the front yard.

When I was in the middle of the chun, two little swallows flew from somewhere. They actually built a nest under the eaves of the front yard and hatched a nest of little swallows. The little swallows are very cute. Every time my mother flew over, she would pop up and feed her mouth wide, which looked very cute.

However, the kitten at home didn't seem to think so. Since the little swallow flew over, they have been staring at the eaves all day long, walking around under the little swallow's nest from time to time. A greedy and fierce light appeared in their eyes. They didn't know what they wanted to do. According to Song Wen's intuition, this guy should want to eat bird meat. So he usually stared at this guy so that the little swallow would fall off and be treated as a midnight snack by the kitten.

After living, Song Wen brushed his teeth, washed his face and cooked porridge.

After cooking the porridge, I took a big bowl, ate the porridge and watched the morning news.-.

After looking at it, it was either the one who was killed or the one who was robbed, and it was a mess. Then I turned to the music station and sounded like a song.

The music station is playing some old songs, and Teresa Teng's "Forget Him" ​​is being played

“Forgot him is equivalent to forgetting everything, throwing away the direction and direction, and losing oneself;

Forgotten him is equivalent to forgetting joy, and locking the heart and being with pain.

He has always been the only one who can make me appreciate myself and make me more beautiful with love.

Forget him, how can you forget it? Remember it forever with unforgettable hearts. From now on, you will never end."

A gentle and gentle sound floats out of the TV, and the sound enters the heart and feels it.

Somehow, every time I hear this song sing by Teresa Teng, Song Wen always feels palpitations, either the deep love or the deep love, or the feeling is very unreasonable. This may be a common problem for men who feel this way.

He took a deep breath and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes due to his emotions. Song Wen continued to eat. Suddenly he heard a noise outside, and then he heard the sound of slapping the door. Someone was calling out "Uncle, Uncle, Uncle" outside.

Hearing the sound, Song Wen turned to look at the calendar in the hall, uh, Saturday, no wonder the little kids are coming again, it's really unknown how old they are in the mountains. He hurriedly walked to open the door, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw seven or eight little kids rushing in. There were four or five years old and seven or eight years old.

"Uncle."

"Uncle."

"Brother."

It's holiday?" Song Wen asked while pulling the porridge into his mouth.

"Um."

The little guys responded and ran into the house, not looking for a puppy and a kitten, but some ran to the back to play with the calf and the camel.

Now these little kids are here to play, and they feel that it is fun here and they come to play every week. Even if Xixi goes down the mountain, they often come, which makes Song Wen speechless and feels that he has become an amusement park.

Seeing them going to play, Song Wen ignored it. After eating porridge, he went to the backyard to feed the livestock. Then he opened the backyard to drive the cows, camels, chickens and ducks out. A group of little guys looked at it and walked out afterwards.

There was no weeding for a while. When Song Wen saw that the grass in the yard had grown taller, he hoeed and drafted it in the backyard.

In the backyard, there were vegetable beds close to the pond, with corn, radish, coriander and other vegetables. When I was hoeed to the tomato field, I saw red tomatoes. Song Wen picked one, wiped it on the clothes, and bit it. It was sweet, tender and juicy, and very delicious.

The things grown in his field are not made of chemical fertilizers or sprayed with medicine to remove insects. They are purely natural things, so he dares to do this. If it is sold outside, he dares not eat it just like this.

I don’t know if it was the reason for using Ruyi Fan’s spring water, but Song Wen found that the varieties of vegetables in the backyard were much better than others. They were not only big, but also tender and tender. At that time, the spring water in Ruyi Fan also had the quality of the improved varieties, otherwise it would not have been like this.

"Guru..."

Song Wen was eating tomatoes, and suddenly the sound of swallowing saliva came from beside him. When he turned around, he saw two little guys drooling at the tomatoes he was eating.

When the two little guys saw Song Wen looking at him, they seemed very embarrassed, but they looked at him secretly. Finally, a little guy mustered up the courage and said, "Uncle, we also want to eat tomatoes."

"oh..."

Song Wen thought that it was just a tomato, but he thought it was too much. So he picked a bunch of them out, put them in a basket, washed them, and then asked the two little guys to carry them out to eat with his friends.

Some of the little guys ate, and they were all so happy that they ate that they were filled with tomato juice. After eating, they volunteered to help Song Wen pull the weeds, and Song Wen was also happy to rest.

After pulling out the grass, Song Wen saw that the little guys worked so hard, he moved out of the red mud stove from the house and came to the grass by the lake. He washed it with a piece of tiles, took some sweet potatoes and cut them into thin pieces, then burned charcoal in the stove and roasted sweet potatoes.

After a while, the square red tiles were grilled with charcoal. Song Wen put the cut sweet potatoes on it, and each time they were cooked, he quickly picked them up with wooden chopsticks and placed them in the basin next to him. After it became cold, he took a bite. It was soft, sweet and delicious.

Seeing Song Wen eating roasted sweet potato chips, the children next to him couldn't help swallowing their saliva. One next to him asked, "Uncle, is it delicious?"

The meaning is self-evident.

Song Wen glanced at the little guys who were stretching his neck to look at him, and replied: "It's delicious."

After saying that, he roasted sweet potato chips and a full basin was roasted in a while. Song Wen took the little guys to eat. They could no longer help but saw that the sweet potatoes could be eaten, and they all owed them. Song Wen shook his head without caring about them. He didn't care about them, and he ate them again, and roasted them while eating, which was very comfortable.

Just as I was eating happily, a cow "moo" came from beside me.

When he turned around, he saw that it was a little buffalo. When he smelled the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, he frequently looked at the steaming tiles, and stuck out his tongue to lick it with the tiles. When Song Wen saw it, he quickly pushed it away. This guy was crazy to eat something. If he continued to lick it, he could eat the tongue of the raw hot beef.

Seeing that this guy wanted to eat, Song Wen helped him bake a few sweet potato chips for it. Who knew that this guy felt delicious, so he called two camels.

Song Wen was stupid. When would he be able to feed such a small sweet potato chip? He quickly roasted a few more slices for them to eat, and then closed the stall. Otherwise, he would continue to roast and he would be exhausted.
Chapter completed!