Mixed Miners

"Second brother, which one is the authentic second?" Yang Lan stood next to him and asked with a smile.

"You guess, guess right!" Yang Ling said and turned and walked out of the fire room.

“Really? What award?” Yang Hao’s surprise came out behind him.

Yang Ling walked away, his hand gently turned over, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter appeared in his hand. After opening it, he slammed it on himself, and then looked at Yang Yan, who looked forward to him, and threw him one and fired.

In the slight cold wind, Yang Ling took a deep breath, and when the cold was mixed with smoke and lungs, it felt more refreshing.

The lonely old house is old, and the mottled wall keeps the shadow of the years.

The empty small yard, a bamboo fence that is almost half a person high, the morning glory and the bean vines that have been covered in the summer, are now deciduous withered.

Two peach trees, a pear tree, have now grown to more than ten meters high. In the cold wind, the dead branches are held, and the sacred shores are ruined. The traces that have climbed above are still faint.

Here, one tree and one grass, one brick and one watt, from spring to summer, through autumn and winter, and after more than ten years, they are still very familiar with childhood.

Digging through the piles of miscellaneous soil, the grape vines flowing through the saliva, licking the persimmon trees in the summer, and catching the water wells.

The result of mischievous is to meet the father's generous palm, the mother's blaming eyes, but... painful and happy, isn't it?

The childhood of every rural baby is a carefree song.

And this little yard carries the happiest time of life.

Then, as we grow up, these are farther and farther away, but no matter how far away, there will always be dreams, the white pear blossoms blooming in the spring, the summer morning, facing the blooming trumpet of the sun, The green fruit that hangs gently on the branches, the red lanterns on the branches of the autumn fog, like a memory that can't be destroyed in the bones, become part of life.

No matter ten years or a hundred years, I will always dream back at midnight when I am inadvertently, and then I will squint in my sleep.

......

Listening to the sound of the haha ​​in the room, Yang Ling’s face showed a long-lost comfort.

Although the elders are old, but after all, they have this ability now, they can let them live longer, live healthier, and everyone will live happily together, how good.

"Second brother, have you told me what rewards are there?" Yang Lan gently played the ash, a little old-fashioned.

Yang Ling couldn't help but smack a few times, but when she thought of her own university, she was relieved.

Once, several brothers in the dormitory also bought money to buy cigarettes.

“What reward do you want?” Yang Ling took his eyes from his thoughts and then smiled and asked.

“Hey!” Yang Lan said with a few laughs, “I want a newest Apple phone!”

Yang Ling couldn't help but turn a blind eye. "What about this?"

Yang Lan paused and nodded again and again: "Two brothers, how many thousands of Apple mobile phones?"

Well, Yang Ling was defeated by his IQ, and he also had doubts about where he used this rhetorical question.

So I pulled out the phone and said, "Guess it, guess I will transfer money to you right away!"

Yang Lan’s eyes turned a few mysterious and said: “I guess it’s Xing Lin’s sister!”

Yang Ling haha ​​smiled and patted his shoulder: "Yes, there is a vision, guess it!"

After that, I directly transferred Yang Qiann 8,000 yuan in the past, and suddenly I couldn’t find the guy in the North. I’m a good compliment to my brother’s eyes. Xing Lin’s sister is beautiful and good-tempered. It’s just home. The best choice for travel.

Just as the two brothers stood in the yard chatting and beating, Yang Ling saw his dad coming in from the yard door in a hurry, his face looked dignified.

Yang Ling sneaked a bit and hurriedly greeted him and asked: "Dad, what happened?"

"Zhang Sanye is going to die, I am coming back to call your mother to help, hey! Tomorrow is the New Year, this thing is done!" Yang Benshun said that he went into the fire room, and in a few moments the room was rumored. The sound of the chair stool, a group of people have come out, especially the grandfather, his face has become very bad, the footsteps are flying fast, and when the steps are down, they almost stepped on the air.

Yang Ling quickly went up to support his grandfather, and his heart was also bitter. He didn’t know what to say. Zhang Sanye and Grandpa were almost the same age. They were playing from childhood to old companions. Suddenly they heard that they were leaving. The sudden blow made him very uncomfortable.

Yang Lan also followed, and a group of people disappeared into the courtyard door.

Sun Xiaojing and Han Xinglin finally came out of the room and went to Yangling from the left and right. The face was also dignified.

"Why don't you go see?" Sun Xiaojing grabbed Yang Ling's arm.

Yang Ling touched her hand and smiled hard and said: "The family is gone. I am not worried about you two?"

"We are not children, what are you worried about? Go and see, I am waiting for you at home with Xing Lin!" Sun Xiaojing said softly.

At this time, Yang Benshun came out with a big wooden box. Yang Ling knew that this was Dad's woodworking box. There were plane chisels and ink rulers. The toolbox had only one purpose. It was to open the coffin and make the spirit card.

Watching Dad open the toolbox and pull out a few tools on the ground, Yang Ling hesitated and walked over. "Dad, maybe... I can save the three masters!"

Yang Benshun shook his hand~www.readwn.com~ An axe fell and squatted on his feet. He stared at his son for a few seconds, then suddenly turned back and said anxiously: "You... you are talking about Really?"

"Yeah!" Yang Ling nodded, his face a little dignified and said: "But..."

"But what?" Yang Benshun glanced at him and stood up. He took him and went out. "I know what you are worried about? But our generation and your generation are both Zhang Sanye’s growing up. I have eaten his meal, drank his water, climbed over his back, people are alive, some things can be ignored, but there are some things that must be done. If you have this ability, you should use it in the place where you use it, secretly. Go and do it, no one will find out..."

Yang Ling had to turn back and sorry to nod to the two women, and then the father dragged the out of the yard.

Zhang Sanye’s family lived in the west of the village near the Xiaohe. There was a large jujube tree at the entrance. After hundreds of years of wind and frost, it was thick and straight, twenty or thirty meters high. Now the winter season, the leaves have already fallen.

The village is not big, it is also 20 or 30 households, and the news spreads very quickly. Plus today, the twelfth lunar month, almost all people are at home, so when Yang Ling and Dad arrive, under the big tree A large group of people have gathered. (To be continued.)