MTL - Exile-~ Chapter 45

On the spring day, at dusk, there are two people fishing in the small river outside the small mountain village.

"Where are you from?" Su Lingchuan stared at the water and asked Jiang Wei.

"I often live in Zhangzhou, and often go to the capital to live in a small city." Jiang Yan was not stunned and replied while sprinkling the net.

Zhangzhou, the land of the king of the king, is also a border with neighboring countries.

"What are the people at home?"

"There is only one mother at home."

One question and one answer is a rare harmony.

However, Su Lingchuan did not ask him what he is doing now. He felt that he did not have to ask, and Jiang Yi’s craftsman had also tasted it.

"Oh--" Jiang Wei found that there was movement in the water, and suddenly pulled up, and at first glance, it was a big fish.

The fish is too big, and Su Lingchuan also went up to help the handle.

It’s getting dark, and the two are not good enough to stay outside for too long. Jiang Yan tied a fish with a straw rope and handed it to Su Lingchuan. "Spring warm fish fat, uncle also taste it."

Su Lingchuan still refused, Jiang Wei said: "Small care, not worth a few dollars."

Su Lingchuan sighed, such a person, it is really difficult to refuse. His son, who can't do it, can't help but be able to beat it. He can understand it.

The next morning, the fish was placed on the Su family table.

Originally, Mrs. Su intended to do it. Su Qingbai believes that his mother’s craftsmanship has just robbed this life.

"I will be a fish, Jiang... I watched it a few times while he was doing it." Su Qingbai watched his family laugh.

Seeing that he did not hide the cook hanging on his lips, Su Lingchuan was sitting there with his beard and blinking, not annoying.

"Okay, taste what."

Four people sat around the table, and Su Qingbai sat down to give the three people a bowl, and finally they gave themselves.

Su Lingchuan knocked on his hand and "goed to Su Shi."

......

This is still a day of spring, but the willows of the small village have been stretched, and the green has become deeper, not the previous buds.

On the road to the village head of the small village, under a row of willow trees, a young man walked slowly and slowly.

I don't know how long it took, and the old grandfather holding the big yellow dog also surpassed them. The youth finally had no patience. He turned suddenly, his eyes filled with anger, pointing to the person behind him. "You can't do it."

The man who followed him glimpsed, but the small man with a small stool stopped to poke there, a little embarrassed, not very understanding of what he meant.

The young man, that is, Su Qingbai, after he finished speaking, looked helplessly at the other side, and had to moderate it. "Would you like to take it with you?"

The opposite of the small man, that is, Su Cai, the feet on the ground smashed, do not want to go.

Su Qingbai did not have the patience, and did not ask him. He left with a sandwich. "What kind of cow? Isn't it wearing a pair of shoes embroidered with small flowers? I used to wear more."

Mrs. Su did not do the clothes, but she did not know how much she embroidered. A few days ago, she asked a new friend to make shoes for her grandson. Mrs. Su also had a few days of leisure, and she added a few flowers.

Su Qingbai does not understand his mother's aesthetic, white soles, green uppers, and a few red flowers embroidered on it. Su Cai dish still likes it, and walks on his feet.

Sandwiched with Su Cai, Su Qingbai came to the field.

A few days ago, Sun Jialai wrote that he would come to the border town to see them. Who knows that he waited for a month, but did not wait for the grandson family, but waited for the spring ploughing.

In fact, this is also normal. After all, it took several months for their family to move to the border town. It took a month for Jiang Wei to whip up, and Sun Jialai estimated that it would take a while.

This morning, Su Lingchuan prepared the seeds early, and put the seeds on the board and pulled the fields. Su Qingbai also took care of the Su Cai dishes. It was late, but this kid still had more troubles. If you want to go by yourself, don't let it scream.

Seeing that the sun is getting higher, Su Qingbai does not care if he screams.

At the end of this row of willows was the place where Jiang Wei lived. Jiang Wei sat under the tree to handle his official duties. When he saw the two men rushing past, they stopped calling them.

Su Qingbai was annoyed with Su cuisine, and he was suspected of having more things.

"Give." Su Qingbai threw the Su Cai dish to him. "You look at him today, I have to go busy in the spring."

Jiang Yishun’s hair of Su vegetable, asked him, “Spring sowing?”

Jiang Yan’s past life was also planted with the old parents of the family, but not so early, he remembered that the wheat was always harvested after it was harvested. It was almost summer.

However, I thought that Su Qingbai’s family did not seem to grow wheat. The climate here is different from his previous home, and I understand.

"So..." Jiang Wei thought for a moment and said, "Look at the dishes, I will go."

"Don't!" Su Qingbai immediately refused. "Hey your son is much more tired than the spring."

Jiang Yan smiled low.

Su Qingbai did not understand where his smile was, and he looked at him inexplicably.

Jiang Wei leaned over and kissed him. "It is the first time I heard you say that the dish is my son." After that, Jiang Yan kissed the little fat man in his arms.

Yes, it’s a little fat man. He was just a little fatter than the children in the mountain village. Since Chiang Kai-shek came here, Su Cai has been successfully eaten into a veritable fat man.

Su Qingbai blushes and looks at him in an untimely white. "Be careful to be seen, pay attention next time."

"Yeah!" Jiang Wei didn't want to nod and nodded, a pair of Su Qingbo's words.

Su Qingbai saw that he was even more angry. They were together for almost a year. He still doesn't know Jiang Yan?

Every time I say anything, I promise it very well. Can it be practical? Say one set, and the other behind it is another set.

Speaking is like a fart.

However, Su Qingbo also had no way to take him. He knew that the problem of lie and eating like this person had gone deep into the bones and could not be changed.

"I am leaving."

"Oh!" Jiang Wei thought and asked: "Yes, what do you want to eat at noon today?"

Su Qingbai stopped and thought about it and said, "Be light, sour, good... don't be too greasy."