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Chapter 228 Lovely Home

Xing Yi was painting for more than an hour when he heard the door knock, put down his pen and walked out of the study, and saw Ni Shuzhen coming back alone.

He asked: "Where are Xiaomei and Yuanchi?"

Ni Shuzhen said: "I met my grandparents on the street and took them to the night market."

"Will you buy him something to eat?"

"Xiaomei followed, don't be afraid. Besides, grandpa is very strict and won't spend money carelessly."

Xing Yi moved two wicker chairs outside and said, "Playing the harmonica under the moonlight has a unique artistic conception. Come on."

Ni Shuzhen said: "I haven't played for a long time, and I still don't know if my tongue is still flexible."

Xing Yi sat high and Ni Shuzhen sat low, resting her head on his chest and started playing.

After playing two notes, I raised my face and asked him, "Do you hear it?"

"Of course, where's the lovely home."

This Scottish folk song, song, played on the seaside, where is it?I have played it before, today is the third time.

Along with the harmonica rhythm, Xing Yi hummed softly:

Even though I travel around beautiful palaces/enjoy all the wealth and splendor/but no matter where I go/I always miss my home/it’s like a voice coming from the sky/calling to me affectionately/I travel to the ends of the earth/I always miss my home.

After humming the first verse, wait for Ni Shuzhen to play a fill-in, then hum the second verse:

When I walk on the wilderness/The moon is bright and clear/I really want to see my mother/I miss my beloved child/She is looking up at the bright moon in the sky/Standing in front of the thatched cottage/The fragrant fragrance of the flowers there/I can no longer smell it

In the third section, Ni Shuzhen simply stopped playing the harmonica and the two of them hummed together:

No splendor can touch the wanderer's heart/As long as I can return to/that humble home/Those birds that listen to my call/Fly back to me quickly/Let me relive a peaceful life/It's sweeter than anything else

At the end, both voices rose at the same time.

Home/Home/Lovely home/I have traveled all over the world/Always miss my home

When passion arose, he lowered his head, she straightened up, and the two kissed passionately.

Bathed in the water-like moonlight, I recited the quiet night thoughts affectionately: The moonlight shines on the bedside...

Ni Shuzhen asked: "Which period of your life should be the lowest and most unforgettable period?"

Xing Yi fell into deep thought.

"Washing dishes at Liuqing Hotel?"

He shook his head slightly.

"Watch the water tower at the hydropower plant?"

Head or shake, neither.

"That's in the chemical plant?"

He murmured: "If I really want to mention it as unforgettable, it was when I came out of the submersible pump well."

She was extremely curious: "Submersible pump well? Is it in a factory? Where is that place?"

But he smiled secretly and said, "These few paragraphs you mentioned are very meaningful. They are really unforgettable."

The eyes were shining, intertwined with the refraction of starlight, the moonlight, and the lights of the old city below the mountain.

Suddenly he pushed Ni Shuzhen up: "Look."

There was a flash of light somewhere in the county.

"Where is that?" he asked.

Ni Shuzhen stood up, walked forward for a while, looked carefully, and came back and said: "That should be the section of Jinhou Street near the city. It seems to be a large section of old brick wall."

The fire flickered in and out, and soon dimmed.

The two analyzed that they were either setting off fireworks or burning some debris.

Ni Shuzhen told Xing Yi that when she was a child, she often went under the old wall of Jinhou Street. There was a large field of Jerusalem artichoke flowers, where various butterflies came to collect nectar, and a few little girls went to catch them.You can see clearly if it's broad daylight.

Xing Yi said: "I also have an impression of that wall. Some people inserted wooden stakes in the cracks of the wall. They put clay pots on the wooden stakes and planted cactus with white flowers. The flowering period is very short, just in the evening.

"Once I went to steal a cactus and pulled the pot over. The prickly pear and the pot fell down together. I was panicked and my head dodgeed quickly. However, the prickly pear hit my shoulder and pricked several thorns. It hurt for several days.”

"By the way, there was an incident. We found a cactus on the ground and smashed it to pieces. It turned out to be your fault?"

"It's such a coincidence that you discovered it then?"

Wu Xiaomei came back with Yuanchi.

Grandpa was very generous today and bought a lot of things for his grandson.

Sister Xiaomei helped him put the things into the ditch. He lay in his mother's arms and asked, "When will I go to my grandparents' house someday?"

Ni Shuzhen kissed her son's forehead and said, "In a few days, I will send you off to stay with your grandparents for a while."

"Great, great, I'm going to see my grandparents." He clapped his hands and went home to report to Sister Xiaomei.

The weather was good for several days, and Xing Yi went to the village for a few more days. He received a notice from the county to prepare for an interview team to support agriculture and poverty alleviation.

When I came back, I passed by Jinhou Street and saw a corner of the wall from a distance. Thinking of the distant view under the moonlight that night, I couldn't help but walk over.

He had been there, but he didn't know which unit the wall belonged to, when it was built, or what it was used for. There was no way to investigate.

What Xing Yi saw now was half of the shed built against the wall, with the door open and a lot of waste piled inside. He realized that this should be the acquisition point of the two father and son, or their home.

Although they are all waste products, the stacking is quite orderly, divided into categories, and relatively clear.There is a space of about three square feet set up near the door, where a small table is placed, with books and papers piled on the table.

Father was the only one in the shed. When Xing Yi walked in, he was busy inside and didn't care if anyone came in.

Xing Yi saw a stack of manuscripts, pressed down by a piece of glass, so that he could see what was written on the paper.

It turned out to be a novel, the manuscript was almost an inch thick, and after calculation, it had hundreds of thousands of words.

The young man just came back from school. When he saw Xing Yi, he immediately recognized him as the one who lived in Dongmenpo and took the initiative to say hello: "Hello."

"Hello." Xing Yi nodded, pointed under the glass and asked, "Is this a novel you wrote?"

The young man replied: "I haven't finished writing yet."

"Can you give me a sneak peek?"

"It's okay, just take a look." He took a folding chair, opened it for Xing Yi to sit on, and handed the manuscript to Xing Yi.

Xing Yi read more than ten pages. Although the writing was a bit sloppy, the article was quite fluent and the words were appropriate. There were many adjectives. It was about a campus story, the relationship between the school belle and the school belle... At his age now, he has started to It is indeed a bit early to dabble in this subject matter.

He is not yet 15 years old this year, so maybe he has already started dating that female classmate.If you are interested in literature, then, young man, if the subsequent love history that happened to you is cleverly written, it might become a classic.

It is now in its infancy and needs someone to straighten it out.

Xing Yi asked him: "Have you seen Romeo and Juliet?"

"I've seen it, Shakespeare's four tragedies."

He got three of them right, Romeo and Juliet were not among the four major tragedies, but Xing Yi did not correct him and asked, "Have you seen La Traviata?"

"I've seen it, it was written by Dumas Xiao."

"Have you ever watched Campus Life and Death?"

Shaking his head.

Xing Yi said: "I haven't seen it either, I just heard about it. When I find it later, I will lend it to you."

Xing Yi pretended.I said in my heart, this is your own business, but it hasn’t happened yet.

Now Xing Yi's deepest thought is to take care of this matter. Assuming this is a modern version of a love tragedy and comedy, then I will find a way to participate in its occurrence, development and ending.