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Chapter 911 Where Did The Motorcycle Come From?

After asking, the old man took two quick steps, leading the way at the front.

Moving his feet, Lian Ge walked out of the main room where some candles were still burning.

Beside him, the middle-aged man with the child in his arms and red eyes followed closely.

Walking into the yard in front of the house, Lian Ge turned his gaze, then looked at the side of the yard,

Next to it, on the clothesline pulled in the yard, some women's clothes were still shaking with the gusts of wind.

Turning his gaze back, Lian Ge moved his feet again, passed through the courtyard, and walked onto the village road outside the courtyard.

Next to him, holding the child in his arms, the middle-aged man following Lian Ge couldn't help but follow Lian Ge's previous line of sight, looking towards the side of the yard,

It seems that seeing those women's clothes that no one took for a long time, the middle-aged man's eyes became redder and his eyes became more painful.

He stomped his feet again, looked towards the place where some women's clothes were hanging, and the middle-aged man held the child in his arms slightly tighter,

Turning back again, her eyes were red, and she followed closely.

……

"...Let's play hide-and-seek, just, just... whoever catches it first."

"...Of course, of course..."

Along the village road, the old man hurriedly led the way towards the entrance of the village.

Moving his feet, walking forward with the old man, the middle-aged man, Lian Ge looked at the scene along the way, listened to the voices in his ears,

On the village road, in front of and behind houses, in people's yards,

Although it is already night, the sky above is already night,

But with some not-so-bright candles shining through some people's houses, and some moonlight from the bright moon hanging high in the night,

But still busy.

There are children on the village road, playing around in the yard,

There are people from the village talking in twos and threes by the yards of each house,

Someone is eating in front of the house by the light of the candle,

Some people came back from the field, walked along the village road, chatted with the people talking in the yard, and responded to the greetings of the villagers who were eating in front of the house.

Gusts of wind blew past from time to time, mixed with some lively voices in the village, chickens crowing and dogs barking in front of and behind the house.

Holding the child in his arms, the middle-aged man who followed closely, and the old man who hurriedly led the way also turned his eyes, looking at the scenes in the village,

It was a little hairy at first, and then gradually became more and more painful.

"...Well... Let's match black and white, the last person is the first to catch..."

"……it is good!"

The children who got together and discussed hide-and-seek first said excitedly,

He just opened his mouth, but the words that had already reached his mouth seemed to be stuck in the shell,

The child opened his mouth again, was puzzled for a while, and then spoke again,

The children agreed, and started playing again,

"...Old Yang, have you eaten yet?"

"... just finished cooking, just finished cooking. I'm the only one in the room, and I cooked a lot of rice today. I'm afraid it's enough for the three of us. Why don't we have some together?"

A villager holds a rice bowl, holding chopsticks, moves a low stool, sits outside the hall, by the door, eats, responds to the greetings from a passing village on the side of the road, with a smile on his face,

In front of him, in the yard, there is a baby chair upside down, and a few stools scattered around,

"...Isn't it, don't wait for me to come to eat later, the food is not enough..."

"...Even if you eat, I'm still reluctant to part with a few bowls of rice..."

"...Thank you, thank you, the house...the house is still waiting to go back..."

"...Then I won't keep you..."

People passing by smiled and responded twice, and walked further.

The villager who was sitting in front of the house with a rice bowl and eating was first laughing and saying,

Then he lowered his head and looked at the food in his bowl, then turned his head and looked at the dark and empty room,

Turning around again, smiling again, holding the rice bowl, sitting on a low stool, and started eating.

"Do you want to add another bowl? There is still some rice left in the pot."

"...No, no more."

In the courtyard of a house by the side of the road, the old man and the old woman who had poor legs and feet were sitting under the eaves and had just had a meal.

The old woman took the bowl from the hand of the old man with poor legs and stood up from the stool.

"...Then you sit here first, I'll go get the dishes to wash."

"...Do you want to bring a piece of clothing to put on you..."

"……to make."

"...Just this one, it's the new clothes for the Chinese New Year, that is...that's you..."

The old woman was holding two bowls in her hand, holding the chopsticks, stretched out her hand and pulled a piece of clothing from the side, and put it on the old man with poor legs.

With a smile on his face, he said something,

The old man sitting on the stool listened, a proud smile gradually appeared on his face,

However, the old woman got stuck in the second half of the words, opened her mouth,

After standing under the eaves for a long time, he turned around again,

"...I went to wash the dishes."

Behind the old woman, in the yard, the dusty motorcycle was still standing quietly.

……

Watching this scene, the middle-aged man was holding the child in his arms, his eyes were red, and his eyes were getting more and more painful.

The old man leading the way first slowed down his pace, then quickened his pace, and hurriedly led the way to the entrance of the village.

"Real..."

The middle-aged man turned his head, looked at the scenes in the yard by the roadside, then turned back, looked at Lian Ge,

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, called out, and wanted to say something.

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge stopped, glanced at the middle-aged man, and then at the villagers in the yards of the houses on the side of the road.

Looking at the middle-aged man again,

On the front side, the old man leading the way also stopped.

"Really, at this time, can you..."

After a pause, the middle-aged man turned his head again and looked at some villagers in the yards of the houses on the side of the road.

Nodding his head, Lian Ge didn't say anything.

"Dad, you hold the baby."

Seeing that Lian Ge didn't object, the middle-aged man carefully handed the child in his arms to his father.

After waiting for the old man to hold the child firmly, the middle-aged man withdrew his hand,

The eye sockets became more red, and the fundus of the eyes was painful, and hurriedly walked towards the courtyard of the house on the side of the road,

"... Aunt Sun..."

The middle-aged man called out to stop the old woman who was tidying up the dishes and walking into the house.

The old woman stopped and turned around. The old man who was sitting under the eaves with poor legs and draped clothes also turned his eyes.

"...Hui Yi, what's the matter?"

The old woman showed a smile on her face, put the bowl and chopsticks aside, responded with a smile, and walked out of the house again,

"... Aunt Sun, where did you get the motorcycle in your yard?"

The middle-aged man's eyes were red, his voice was a little trembling, and he asked,

"Hui Yi, you can ask this question, you can ask this question..."

The old woman who walked out of the house first smiled and answered,

But, still, halfway through the words, it seems to be stuck in the throat,

It's a natural sentence, but I can't say it,

"This is a good question, of course... this is a good question..."

Repeatedly, the old woman gradually became a little helpless and panicked.

"...Yes, where did we get the motorcycle in our house, where did we get the motorcycle in our house."

"... just me and the old man in the room, just me and the old man in the room, where did the motorcycle come from..."

The panic on his face became more panicked, his voice trembled, and there was some helplessness in his voice,

"...Yes, the old man and I are the only two people in my room. Where did the motorcycle come from? Where did the motorcycle come from? The old man and I are the only two people in the room..."

Raising his head, he looked at the old man with poor legs and the middle-aged man next to him, as if he was asking,

His face was panicked, his eye sockets were red, and tears welled up from his eye sockets.

"...the old man and I are the only two people in the room. Where did the motorcycle come from... Where did the motorcycle come from..."

"... Where did the motorcycle come from, where did the motorcycle come from..."

In the yard, a voice shouted and asked,

There was some despair in the voice,

Beside him, the old man with inconvenient legs and feet, with some cloudy eyes, tears rolled down,

Facing the motorcycle in the yard, the old man with poor legs fell straight forward from the stool and fell to the ground.

But he didn't care about it, he just looked at the dusty motorcycle with red eyes and tears streaming down his face.

"... Where did the motorcycle come from, where did the motorcycle come from!"

"...Help, help!"

Chapter 912 Figures

"...The old man and I are the only two people in the room. Where did the motorcycle come from? Where did the motorcycle come from..."

With red eyes, tears kept gushing out, and with her mouth open, the old woman cried loudly,

Eyes are getting more and more painful, with some despair,

The old man with poor legs and feet also fell to the ground, his voice was a little hoarse, and he let out some crying sounds,

Looking at the dusty motorcycle, muddy tears kept rolling down,

"... Where did the motorcycle come from, where did the motorcycle come from..."

In the yard, there was a sound of desperate cries.

"Aunt Sun..."

Looking at the appearance of the old woman and the old man with inconvenient legs, the middle-aged man's eyes were still red, and he called out,

"...Hui Yi, Hui Yi...you know, you know, right, you know why there is a motorcycle in my house, right, you know, right..."

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the old woman who was crying with pain and despair in her eyes, and the old man who fell to the ground with poor legs and feet,

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, he turned around in a hurry, and asked the middle-aged man in a panic. In his red eyes, muddy tears kept flowing down.

"... Aunt Sun, this is..."