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Chapter 311 Old tile house, a river floating in the depths of time

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    Within a few days, Qin Wafan ran into Aunt Qin Bo and Aunt Qin who came for a walk at the old Wafang when he was about to leave work.

    "Afan, is this your office?"

    The two elders were brought by Qin Wanfan to the gate of the old brick factory, which is currently Qin Wanfan's company office.

    "Yes, come on, Aunt Qin Boqin, drink tea, it's a little hot!"

    Qin Wanfan brought the two old people into the office and sat down on the cushioned rattan chair in the office.

    "Oh, it's really good! It used to be densely covered with cobwebs, and it was very messy. Looking in from the outside, it was gloomy, and I didn't want to walk through it. Now it's quite interesting to be fiddled with by you young people!  Ha ha!"

    After Qin Bo glanced at Aunt Qin, he smiled at Qin Wafan.

    "Yes, where there are young people, there is vitality, and the old look has a new look, really!"

    Aunt Qin also said with a smile.

    "It's a good time, and I can go to college. If I don't work hard to do something, how can I be worthy of those tuition fees?"

    Qin Wanfan replied with a smile.

    "That is, it is not easy for you to go to college. You are promising, and we old people can feel at ease seeing it."

    Aunt Qin sighed.

    The life of their generation is not as good as it is now. To allow children to complete higher education without dropping out of school, how much tears and sweat they shed, and how much vegetables and rice they ate secretly!

    How difficult and sad it was, she and her wife, Uncle Qin, deeply understood it.

    "Afan, are you busy now? If not, let's walk around the old brick house together?"

    Qin Bo invited with a smile.

    "Well, good! I often hang around there."

    Qin Wafan said happily.

    He does come out and walk around this area when he has nothing to do. Many times, he will sit on the roof of the tiled roof and look at the picturesque green fields.  , all of them are clear and transparent in the green under the blue sky they are looking at, and then make a decision.

    The old house is a typical mud house with gray tiles and white walls in the countryside. There are three or four rooms in a well-arranged pattern.  It's just that it has been in disrepair for a long time, and the roof tiles are covered with high and low unknown weeds.  Some tiles are a bit messy, and the white wall skin under the eaves has long been covered with a layer of yellow stains, reflecting the mottled sunlight, falling from the gaps in the gray and black mud tiles.

    Every gate is still locked.  The door has changed from the original log color to gray-white in the decades of wind and rain, and there are faint traces of door stickers on the door panel.  One point in the four corners of the sticker is a little darker gray than the surrounding area.

    "I don't know if this door can still be opened."

    Aunt Qin stood in front of the door of the largest house, and unexpectedly took out a bunch of keys from her pocket, ready to unlock it.  The lock was rusted and opened.

    Pushing open the door and entering, the room was very quiet, as if it hadn't been ten years, but the family had just returned from a trip. The wooden couch was painted with light green paint, and there were only signs of mottled peeling off at the corners and welds.  The door of the cabinet on the lower floor was painted with patterns of green flowers and leaves, and it was gently closed, as if there were bottles and cans waiting to be opened inside.  The round dining table on one side of the living room is surrounded by six square wooden stools, as if they are waiting for the food in the kitchen that turns the corner to be served.

    "This is the living room. We wanted to sell these old furniture back then, but we couldn't sell them for a lot of money. It would be a pity to lose them. We just kept them. We always thought that we could sit there someday when we came back to escape the heat.  Unexpectedly, after moving away, I didn't stay far away, I just passed by far away, and never came in again Now I come in, it's still the same as before, and I haven't even moved my position."

    Qin Bo said emotionally.

    "Yeah, it seems that the children have gone to school, and they will come back from school soon. When they come back, they will be hungry, which makes me watch the time. When I see that the time is almost up, I will make a fire and cook quickly. I will not wait until I come back.  When the dishes are on the table, they rush to serve the rice in their own bowls, lift the lid of the pot and shovel the dishes into their own bowls first, so that Lao Qin will hardly be able to eat hot dishes when he comes back."

    Aunt Qin raised her hand and wiped her eyes, her voice contained the warmth of the lively life of the family in the past and the choking of the current situation.  Qin Wafan's heart was also ups and downs while listening.

    "Old man, come and see, this is the old kitchen, our old stove!"

    Food is the most important thing for the people. Although the houses in the past were all made of adobe bricks and earth tiles, the kitchen must not be small.  Uncle Qin held the boss's hand like a child, and pointed to the kitchen stove.Call:

    "Old man, look, the pot is still there, you said let the gods cook, hahaha!"

    Uncle Qin found the big tin pot quietly placed in the stove hole in the old kitchen.

    "Yeah, it's still there! Haha, when we moved, I left it on purpose. We left, so we must leave a pot for the God of Wealth to eat. Their ancestors can smell it when they come back.  Fireworks."

    Aunt Qin also laughed, remembering the days when the whole family smelt the smell of the boiler in the big kitchen, she and Uncle Qin seemed to have returned to the past.  Although the days were hard at that time, I was simple and happy, strong in body and in good spirits.

    "Come on, let's go out the back door and look at our yard."

    Ever since Uncle Qin stepped into this room, he seemed to have rejuvenated and turned into an old boy. He was full of energy and joyful. Even walking and shaking his arms, he became full of vitality, and his smile never stopped.

    This old tile-roofed house seems to be their home in the past, and it is a place worth exploring for them now. From the front hall door to the kitchen to the back door connected to the backyard, it seems like a long river in the depths of time, floating.  Looking back at the past, it echoes the young couples who entered the door when they got married in the past, the laughter and noise of the dolls in the pots and pans after they fell to the ground, and the dust imprints that have been stepped back and forth in this room and the quarrels and reconciliation left by each other.  It's fun and changing with each passing day.

    After Uncle Qin pulled the latch, Aunt Qin opened the wooden door. Uncle Qin couldn't wait to get ahead of Aunt Qin, but instead of looking out quickly, he turned his head to look at his wife who was retreating behind him, revealing a somewhat  Smiling anxiously, he asked:

    "I haven't been here for a long time. I wonder if that peach tree is still there?"

    Aunt Qin smiled back, didn't speak, but nudged him to look out with her hands.  He finally turned around with a smile and stepped out of the threshold.

    The small courtyard is surrounded by a circle of red brick walls, but the walls have long been uneven. Although the enclosed small courtyard has long lost its former regularity, it is full of greenery and has become a vibrant bush.  , a peach tree with a bowl-thick mouth stretched out powerfully, and its dark green leaves expressed its life force as a witness and guardian.

    "Yes, still."

    Aunt Qin couldn't help walking over and looking up at the thick crown of the peach tree.

    "Yes, still there."

    Uncle Qin's uneasiness has long since subsided.  The yard is not decayed and yellow, even if his heart is let go.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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