Princess of Nongmen

Chapter 2627 Ashura and Luojia's father

Seeing that Zhizhi had gone far away, Ah Mo squatted down and touched the dirt on the ground with his hands, re-soiling his face and hands.

A small courtyard at the foot of the mountain, with mud tiles, firewood doors, and earthen walls, is a simple cottage that cannot be simpler.

But there are a few blue-gray silk silk hanging in front of the house, and the silk flutters gently with the wind, it seems that this small courtyard also has a bit of elegant tranquility.

"Daddy, daddy, I'm back." Zhi shouted as soon as he entered the door.

There was no one in the yard, and there was a teapot and two cups on the small log table beside them. The cups were empty, but there was a faint fragrance of tea in the air.

Knowing Nunuzui, he put the food box next to the small table, and ran into the house.

The room is not big, there are suites on the left and right, and a small hall in the middle.

There was no one in the hall, so when I knew it, I glanced at the big house on the left.Then he smiled and asked, "Father, are you writing?"

"Yeah." The man called Dad raised his head, showing a light smile.That pair of beautiful blue pupils "looked" in the direction of Zhizhi, and waved: "Come here and help Dad take a look, is the writing good or not?"

"It's beautiful, it's not crooked at all." Cicada jumped over, pointed to the words on the paper and praised: "Daddy's handwriting is really good, much better than when I closed my eyes."

"Haha, you are different from Dad. You write harder than holding a knife, but Dad writes with his heart." Because he can't see, he really can only write with his heart.

"Where's Daddy?" Knowing that she didn't want to mention writing, she was afraid that Daddy would drag her to practice calligraphy again.I had no choice but to look left and right, and said: "I brought back roast chicken for daddy, it will be cold after eating."

"Daddy is going to get the medicine." After knowing it, Dad said, pointing to the clothes on the edge of the bed and said, "Aunt Li in the village has brought you the clothes, you can try it."

"Okay." Cicada walked over to pick up the clothes to have a look and feel, it was still silky fabric, but it was a plain color, even a little old.

Knowing that she thought for a while with her mouth curled up, she turned her head and asked, "Father, do you think I look good in white?"

"Why do you wear white?" Father Cicada asked in surprise, "Aren't other colors good-looking?"

"The white one is very energetic, sober, and... pretty." Cicada thought as she wrung her fingers, but another figure appeared in front of her eyes.

Cicada thought: That little beggar looks really good-looking, and his skin is also white, if he wears a white dress, will he look better than Dad?

"If you like it, let Aunt Li make a set for you to try." The father who knew it didn't object, but agreed with a smile.

"Oh, then I'll try this one first." Zhizhi left with this suit in her arms.

He went back to "his" own hut, looked outside, closed the door and unbolted it casually.Then began to undress.

After taking off his clothes, Cicada looked at his honey-colored skin, curled his lips and said, "It's so tanned. I'm definitely not as good-looking in white as he is."

"Got it, got it." Dad's voice sounded, followed by the sound of striding footsteps.

Knowing that, he agreed to put on his clothes quickly, fastened his belt, adjusted his neckline, and ran to open the door.

A tall man has already entered the front hall, holding a medicine bag in one hand and a Yaoqin in the other.

Knowing that he saw the piano, he jumped over with a smile and said, "Daddy, you finally bought a good piano?"

"It's not very good. But the luthiers in the town can only do so much." The father who knew it smiled and touched "his" head, and said, "The new clothes are quite suitable."

"Hee hee." Zhi Zhi smiled, and shouted into the room: "Daddy, Daddy bought you a piano and came back."

"Yeah, Ah Xiu, I think you have nothing else to do except writing and drinking tea every day, I'm afraid you will be bored." The father who knew it came in and put Yaoqin on the table.

But after putting down the piano, he looked around, shook his head and said, "It doesn't fit on the table, you can't write. I'll buy you another piano tomorrow."

"No need, Luo Jia." Axiu smiled and said, "I know that I still want to make a white suit. You can take him to buy fabric tomorrow."

"Daddy..." Zhizhi called out, and said hesitantly, "Actually, I, I want to make two sets of white clothes."

"Two sets..." Luo Jia hesitated and said, "Got it, why don't Daddy make you a set of white clothes and buy a piano for your father? Make you a set?"

After hearing this, Zhizhi nodded silently, picked his fingernails with his little hands, and nodded after a long time.

But Axiu hurriedly said: "The violin or the violin are not important, you should buy fabrics to make clothes for Zhizhi first. Zhizhi grows faster and faster, and goes out to play every day, and the clothes are also worn out quickly. This I didn’t really need Yaoqin, so I bought it and put it on the table. I can’t play the piano and write at the same time.”

Luo Jia listened and looked at Zhizhi, nodded with a smile, and said: "Okay then, I will take Zhizhi to the market tomorrow to have a look. Actually, that kind of fabric is not often available, and maybe I have to make a reservation. I Make some money by the way, and you’ll have everything.”

Axiu laughed after hearing this, and said gently: "Don't work too hard."

"Well, I'm fine." Luo Jia said, rubbing Zhizhi's head, and said with a smile: "Tomorrow I will take you to choose fabrics and make clothes. But now Daddy is starving to death, is there anything to eat?"

Zhizhi nodded vigorously, and said: "Yes, yes. Auntie, the cook in the village, saw that I was cute and gave me a pheasant. I begged my aunt to cook it for me carefully, half grilled and half stewed. I will get it. "

After saying that, he ran out the door when he knew it, went to the small table in the yard and brought back the food box.

As soon as the lid is opened, the aroma is pleasing to the nose.The strong flavor of cumin and chili, and the mellow aroma of chicken stewed with mushrooms, immediately filled the cabin.

Axiu sniffed, and said, "Got it, why is the aunt in the village so nice, giving you chickens every day?"

Cicada's big eyes rolled, and instead of answering immediately, he asked instead: "Father, have you cooked yet? You can't just eat chicken."

"Yes, there is rice on the stove." Asu replied, "Luo Jia, go and serve the rice, I know it's not as high as the pot, I'm afraid it will burn."

"Father." Cicada stomped his foot and said, "Who do you think is not as tall as the pot? When you picked me up, I was almost as tall as the pot. I'll serve the rice, and Daddy and Daddy will eat the chicken first. Have soup."

Knowing that, he turned around and ran out. There was a large pot on the stove in the kitchen, and the pot was full of rice. When the lid was lifted, it was delicious and tempting.

Knowing that, he looked into the room and heaved a sigh of relief, thankful that he came out in time and didn't dwell on the issue of eating chicken.

(End of this chapter)