palm surgery

Chapter 184 Warmth
There were a few low dog barks in the distance, accompanied by the curling smoke, all of which seemed peaceful and serene in the spring evening.

At this time, every household should be preparing dinner.

At this time, few people came and went in front of the village.

He Lingjiang followed the petroglyphs, and when he was about to reach the front of the village, he met a man who was chopping wood and returning late.

Yan Xiang saw the man from a distance, and when he saw his face clearly, his eyes could not help but become moist.

"Uncle, are you back from chopping wood?" Yan Xiang held back his tears and greeted her with a loud voice.

The man had a large basket of firewood on his body. He was only walking with his head bent and his head down. He heard the words and raised his head: "You are..."

"It's a rock facies!"

He couldn't believe it, and then a violent surprise burst out in his eyes.

He quickly put down the basket on his back, stepped forward, and put his arms around Yan Xiang's shoulder: "You child, you have been out of the stockade for a long time, and finally know that you are back?"

Yan Xiang smiled, but his tone was full of apology: "It was my fault to leave Aunt and Aunt behind!"

"You. Just know it's wrong, and don't act like this again in the future." The man looked at the petroglyph, and his eyes were filled with the joy of reunion after a long absence.

"You just came back from outside, go, and go with Uncle to have dinner at home!"

"Row!"

Yan Xiang stepped forward and borrowed the basket on his back, squatted down and lifted it up, exerting a little strength, and bumped the falling basket on his shoulders again.

When Uncle followed him, he noticed He Lingjiang, who were standing not far behind him, with a smile on their faces: "These two don't seem to be from the village, you came from outside. brought back?"

The lithofacies nodded yes.

The man looked at He Lingjiang and the two with vigilance in his eyes: "What are they?"

The petroglyph took two steps closer, and attached to his ear to explain the purpose of the two of them.

The man shook his head when he heard it: "The holy fruit is a sacred object of our clan, and it is difficult for the clan to get one, let alone outsiders..."

Yan Xiang whispered: "I also told them these reasons, but they insisted on coming to ask for it in person, and I can't do anything..."

The man gave him a sideways look: "You didn't listen to the patriarch's advice before and insisted on not talking about the accident, but now you violated the clan's order and brought outsiders into the village, the patriarch is afraid that the patriarch will not forgive you lightly."

Yan Xiang sighed lightly: "I can't do anything about it... When the time comes, I will ask Uncle to help me talk to the patriarch."

The man shook his head helplessly: "You go home with me first, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

Yan Xiang knew that he was soft-hearted, and happily said "hey", turned around and greeted He Lingjiang and the two to go in with them.

He Lingjiang followed them through the winding path in the village and stopped in front of a very simple courtyard.

At this time, the sky has completely darkened, and the entire small courtyard is surrounded by darkness, with one or two dim lights swaying gently in the house, very peaceful and quiet.

A path in front of the bamboo gate in the courtyard stretches to the low house next to it.

The woodcutter pushed open the bamboo door and shouted, "I'm back!"

I saw the face of a middle-aged woman sticking out from the house, and she showed a smiling face: "I'm back! It's just that dinner is ready, and I'm just wondering why you haven't come back yet!"

Saying that, she came out of the house and followed the path to the courtyard.

Seeing a few figures suddenly appearing behind the woodcutter, she couldn't help but be stunned, and was about to ask questions.

Yan Xiang has already stepped forward and held her hand: "Auntie, it's me, I am Yan Xiang!"

"Rock phase?" She was startled suddenly, as if she couldn't believe it.

She hurriedly pulled him to the lit house, looked at the dim light, and finally recognized the familiar young face.

"It's really a petroglyph..." Tears welled up in the woman's eyes.

This child, since he lost his sister last year, and after searching all over the village to no avail, I didn't know someone said that his sister might be out of the village, so he ignored the advice of the patriarch and insisted on going outside.

This tossed for nearly a year, and finally came back.

She noticed that behind the petroglyphs, there were two people behind, as if it was a man and a woman.

It was dark outside, and she couldn't see the face clearly. Could it be that she was really looking for his sister and brought it back?

She patted the hand of the petrophysicist, and then went forward to take a closer look at He Lingjiang's appearance.

Yan Xiang knew what she was thinking, and smiled bitterly: "Auntie, this is not Amei, but a guest from outside the village."

The woman stretched out her hand for a while, it wasn't Amei...

That is not yet found...

She sighed inwardly and didn't mention it anymore.

For so many years in the village, there has never been an outsider. When Yan Xiang went out, he brought two people back. Tomorrow, the patriarch knew how to be angry.

She was about to speak, but the middle-aged man reached out and tugged at her sleeve: "Let's eat first..."

Well, we'll talk about that later.

She greeted the crowd into the low house.

Only then did He Lingjiang discover that this was originally a kitchen.There is still firewood under the stove, and the pot is filled with heat.

In the corner of the kitchen, there was a small table with two low stools.

Although the house is simple, it is clean and tidy, and it can be seen that this woman is a diligent person.

There are a lot of people today, and there are not enough low stools and things to prepare, so the woman has to prepare again.

She greeted warmly: "You sit down first, there is a lot of soup today, I will bake some bait cubes and scramble a few eggs, and we can eat it."

Yan Xiang asked He Lingjiang and the two to sit down, and put the tableware and chopsticks on them.

The middle-aged man went to find two more low stools and placed a wooden stake in front of the table.

The woman brought out a hot meal.

The food is still very simple, just about half a plate of scrambled eggs, a vegetarian dish, a pot of soup, and some roasted bait pieces.

"Hurry up and eat while it's hot, today is in a hurry, the food is a bit shabby, just don't dislike the guests." The woman greeted with a smile.

Although it is a foreigner, the visitor is a guest. Since everyone is here, there is no reason to treat people with a cold face. Otherwise, the face of the petroglyph will not look good.

He Lingjiang expressed his thanks with a smile, holding a thick porcelain bowl and drinking a sip of the hot soup, a strong fragrance spread on the tip of his tongue instantly.

After a few sips, even with a body like her, at this moment, all the limbs and bones seemed to be overflowing with warmth, diluting the coldness of staying in the jungle for a day.

The woman glanced at Yan Xiang lovingly, and put a large chopstick and egg in the small bowl in front of him, "Eat more, this year, I have lost weight..."

The petrified eyes were slightly wet, and only he knew the pain outside.

But now that he returned to the village, facing his uncle and aunt, the grief that he forcibly suppressed suddenly came to his mind.

"Thank you Auntie..."

The woman also suppressed the tears in her eyes and said with a smile, "Hurry up and eat."

He Lingjiang on the side looked at the warmth between them silently, and could see that Yan Tong and the two couples should be very familiar with each other.

(End of this chapter)