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Chapter 4 That Fragrance, Tuberose!

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    Someone wearing a felt hat and raincoat, leading a cow, passed by Xiaojun.

    ? Use the pipe fire that is fighting tenaciously in the rain to drive away the cold and keep warm.

    The man glanced at Xiaojun, muttered to himself in a low voice, as if to say: "Why is this kid so stupid!"

    Xiaojun doesn't care!

    If you care, will you be where you are today?

    However, after being soaked by the spring rain, a strange fragrance suddenly appeared in his nose.

    That aroma?

    "That scent is actually tuberose. That scent really intoxicates me!"

    A fragrance, entwined with a memory, pulls Xiaojun's thoughts far away

    "My name is Xiaojun!"

    "Her name is Yang Yue."

    "There are thousands of rivers and mountains between us now."

    "The only thing that can contact us is this mountain village, this river, this memory, but the most vivid thing is this evening primrose!"

    Evening primrose really deserves its name, it blooms at dusk, and in the cool and crisp night, it blooms with a refreshing fragrance.  As a result, the hazy moon is full of fragrance, and the sparkling fireflies fly everywhere.

    Even more worthy of its common name "Lazy Wife".  For it opens at the end of night, at the end of twilight.  And because after it, it was too late to smear and boil the lamp before boiling water and cooking, and the farmers would laugh at "this wife is very lazy".

    When the evening scent is in full bloom, people are busy harvesting autumn.

    The early-maturing crops in autumn have already been harvested and piled up on the soil field.  The sorghum has also been harvested and dried, and stored in fat ceramic urns.

    The corn has also been stripped of its hard and thick skin, leaving only a few layers of flexible and tender inner skin, which has been twisted several times as ropes, tied together two by two, and hung on the ridge of the roof.  , on the wall, on the door frame, or even on the wooden shelves set up in the yard are also full, all of which are drying and damp.

    There are also small ones or those that have been peeled off, and they are piled up on the windowsill, neatly layered, like golden window grilles.  So the house was full of yellow and orange, and the farmers looked at all this, and they were very happy in their hearts.

    The thick yellow crops are more precious than gold, because they are the rations that ensure the food and clothing of the whole family for a year.

    At this time, I am busy harvesting peanuts!  They were dug out from the sandy ground on the mountain, and they were full of small carts, one for each person.

    The loose wooden brakes rubbed against the uneven wheels, and rolled over the flat grass with a "hahahahaha".

    ? Arched a few cliff heads hard, and ran down a few steep slopes quickly, the brakes were rubbed so that "ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha" a burst of rapid play.  Before reaching the village, the donkeys had heard this call in the shed, thinking that their companions were calling for them, so they yelled "hahahaha", and the people pushing the cart all the way laughed "haha".

    The car full of peanuts was piled high, blocking my sight. The mountain road was already very rough, and I couldn't see the road under my feet at all. I used my memory to guess the flat place and walked.  It is inevitable to be bumped by potholes and protruding stones.

    Just like that, I walked bumpily, and had to forcefully support the heavy car forward.  Beads of sweat have already flowed down the back, sticking to the shirt; dripped to the legs, where the cuts were cut by grass, and the sand was unbearably itchy; dripped to the soles of the feet, the inside of the cloth shoes can already be called a reservoir  .  Shortness of breath, panting "Yueyue is back." My mother said.

    I looked in the direction my mother pointed.  "Oh, she's back from her master."

    Just arrived home, "Mom, you should unload my car too."

    "Why are you going?"

    This taste, hey!

    "I'm going to play."

    "You go, your father and I will push the carts in the field."

    "I'll cook in a while." I said as I walked out.

    As soon as he left the house, he saw Yang Yue snuggling under the big locust tree alone from a distance, looking at the Luwei River.  I followed the steepness of the mountain road and ran all the way down.

    She has changed.  Wearing a red gown, her beautiful face is reflected; her light blue jeans are tightly stretched out her beautiful lines; she has cut her hair short, and she wears hairpins, which are white and wide, with sporadic spots on them.  There are some cute little blue flowers sprinkled.

    She straightened up and looked at me, her astonished face showed that she had just woken up from a certain meditation, accompanied by an extremely unexpected joyful surprise.  After that, he leaned against the locust tree with his back as if his frame was loose, with his hands crossed and his back propped up, looking into the distance.

    "Yue, you're back." She didn't say anything.

    "Did you have a good time at your grandpa's place?"She still didn't mean to speak.

    I turned to her and looked at her carefully.  Her eyes were red and swollen with tears welling up.

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    "Don't ask me any more." She shook her head, her neatly swaying ends of her hair fluttered under her cheeks.  She sniffled, wiped away her tears, and said, "It's nothing." (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com
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