Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 89 Song Jiamu, do you want a wife? (Thanks to the leader who has to be green)

"Grandpa, here I come, I have great strength!"

"Brute force alone is no use in a hoe."

On a piece of soft bamboo soil, the grandpa and grandson were howing earthworms and preparing to go fishing.

Old man Song was wielding a hoe, and Song Jiamu was like a chicken, squatting on the ground to pick up the earthworms he hoeed.

Seeing that he wanted to use a hoe, old man Song gave him the hoe.

This hoe has been used for more than ten years, the wooden handle has been replaced two or three times, and the place where the hand is held has long been smooth and shiny by the palm.

Song Jiamu took over the hoe, but it was not heavy. He lifted it high, smashed it hard on the ground, and then pried the wooden handle, and a large piece of soil turned up.

Then use a hoe to break up this large piece of soil, and take a closer look, there are no earthworms.

After swiping the hoe more than 20 times in a row, Song Jiamu also felt a little sore in his arms.

"Grandpa, why do I feel that you use a hoe so easily?"

"Coincidentally, you are all using brute force. If you use the hoe like you, half of the ground will get blisters on your hands, bend your waist a little, don't stand too straight, open your hips a little, don't Only use your arms to exert force, you have to learn to use force..."

Old man Song was holding a hoe as a demonstration while talking.

As soon as the hoe was in the hands of his grandfather, Song Jiamu immediately felt the difference, as if the weapon in a fantasy novel had been recognized by a drop of blood. No matter how the hoe was used in his hands, it was so disobedient, but in the hands of his grandfather, it was simply Like a part of his body.

Old man Song is over 70 years old this year, with white hair and a thin body, revealing a kind of skinny feeling unique to the elderly, but under this skinny skin, it seems to have greater strength than Song Jiamu.

He swung the hoe easily, and with very little effort, he turned up a large piece of soil, and then delicately knocked the soil apart, so delicate that he could even use the tip of the hoe to pick wriggling earthworms into the box.

"Put some soil in the box so the earthworms won't come out."

"Grandpa, I will never be able to learn your hoe-making skills in my life!"

"What's the use of learning this now, enough fishing for an afternoon, let's go back and get something."

"it is good!"

Song Jiamu took the "accompanying weapon" from his grandfather, and went home together to get fishing rods, buckets, and small benches.

The sky in the countryside is very blue, and today is also a sunny day. Walking on the ridge, crooked new seedlings have been planted in the rice fields. From time to time, a few wild egrets pecking snails in the fields will look up at them and then flap their wings. fly up.

"Hey old Song, grandson is back?"

"Yeah, go fishing."

"The young man is handsome! Do you have a date?"

I often meet acquaintances on the road. Song Jiamu doesn't know any of them, but it seems that there is no one he doesn't know, and he can catch up with everyone.

Song Jiamu is also sweet-mouthed, anyway, uncle or aunt or something, just call it right.

There are no high-rise buildings, no noisy cars, and the April wind is very comfortable. Song Jiamu likes to go back to the countryside and feel very relaxed.

This is probably the meaning of outing. He walked along the path on the ridge of the field and stepped on the weeds, but as he left, the grass straightened its leaves crookedly.

After walking for about ten minutes, the grandpa and grandson came to a small wild pond with running water in it, and a small stream flowed into it, and then flowed to a further place.

"Grandpa, where did the water go?"

"An Jiang."

Old man Song handed Song Jiamu two fishing rods, moved a small bench and sat down on a flat ground: "There are a lot of small crucian carp and small white stripes here, all of which are two fingers big, fry them carefully with oil, they are very crispy. , the bones are crispy, let’s see how much we can make today, and grandpa will fry some for you when you go back tonight.”

"Okay!"

Song Jiamu was eager to try it. Grandpa was a chef. When he was young, he would be invited to cook every wedding or funeral in the village. Dad also learned his cooking skills from him.

The fishing rod is made of bamboo, just tie a fishing line, a hook, and hang a float. Compared with the equipment that Dad usually uses now, it is crude.

The earthworm on Song Jiamu was also very clumsy. The earthworm was sticky and slippery. He carefully inserted the fishhook through one end of the earthworm, and the earthworm immediately twisted.

After finishing it, my hands were dirty. When I looked back, my grandpa had already started throwing the pole.

Song Jiamu picked up the fishing rod, made a swinging arc, and gently threw the bait into the water, and it floated and landed on the water surface, causing circles of ripples.

Both the grandpa and grandson were wearing straw hats, the kind of light yellow straw hats that are common when working. Song Jiamu just looked east and west when the fish hadn't bit the hook for a while, and a beautiful dragonfly landed on his fish. On the pole, he took out his mobile phone and quietly took a photo.

It would be nice if Yun Shuqian was here.

Even Song Jiamu didn't realize that in such a comfortable environment, the first person he thought of would be Yun Shuqian.

I don't know what she is doing now.

The float started to move, and after a while, it sank.

Song Jiamu quickly lifted the fishing rod, feeling the trembling strength of the fish coming from the fishing rod, he lifted a small crucian carp up.

"Grandpa, a good start!"

Seeing his excitement, old man Song also smiled. The wrinkles on his face were huddled together. He took a puff of dry tobacco and exhaled thick smoke, which was blown away by the wind in the April spring day.

After catching the fish, Song Jiamu became more motivated, re-baited and cast the pole again, and before waiting for the next fish to take the bait, he made a video call to Yun Shuqian.

The bell rang for a long time, but she didn't answer it.

While waiting for the time to come, Yun Shuqian picked it up.

Her appearance appeared in the picture, the girl's face looked a little red, judging from the background, it was in the corridor of the library?

Yun Shuqian also saw him. In the picture is Song Jiamu wearing a rustic straw hat. The background is a light green field and a clear blue sky, so he looks very interesting in this picture. .

"Hey, where are you, why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

"I was reading in the library, and I picked it up when I came out of the corridor."

As Yun Shuqian spoke, she glanced at Yuan Caiyi inside again, and seeing that she wasn't peeking this way, she whispered, "Why are you calling me? This is your hometown?"

"Yes, I was fishing with my grandfather, and I just caught a crucian carp."

"..."

He thought he had something important to do, but he came here to tell her that he caught a crucian carp?
"real or fake……"

"Here."

Song Jiamu turned the camera around and showed her the crucian carp in the bucket. The red bucket, the water scooped from the pond, had a few weeds floating on it, as well as small crucian carp swimming.

After taking pictures of the little crucian carp, Song Jiamu took another picture of him fishing to show her.

This is a scene that Yun Shuqian, who has been living in the city, rarely sees. Although she has watched it on TV a lot, she always feels that she has no sense of substitution. Now it is different. In such a scene, Song Jiamu is the one she is most familiar with. The guy is here and she feels very involved right away.

He said 'you're so boring', but his eyes didn't let go of a single detail, and he looked at it very seriously.

There are two situations for chatting, it can be 'I'm outside', or 'I'm fishing, I just caught a small crucian carp, look how blue the sky is, and don't you think that cloud looks like a lazy sheep? Then rub the hair, the sun is very good, the air is very good, do you think I look handsome in a straw hat'

Yun Shuqian liked the feeling that he had to share such a big deal with her.

"Then you are going to worship your ancestors, why are you going fishing?"

"Tomorrow, early in the morning."

"Are you fishing yourself?"

"It's my grandfather."

As Song Jiamu said, he suddenly turned the camera on Old Song's side.

Yun Shuqian immediately panicked, this guy messed up when he didn't agree with each other, just like he suddenly appeared when she had a video call with her mother that day, now seeing his grandpa, the little girl is not ready yet.

"Grandpa, hello..."

Her cute voice came from the phone.

Old man Song squinted his eyes and pulled the distance back, only then could he see the little girl clearly on the screen.

She nodded with a smile: "Okay."

"Grandpa, what do you think of her?"

"Well, very handsome."

"She can also cook. I've eaten it, and it's really delicious."

"That's not easy, your second sister is 25 and still can't cook."

Listening to the conversation between the grandfather and grandson, Yun Shuqian's little face turned red, what was this guy talking about with his grandfather!

She didn't know what to say, so she was sized up obediently, her little hands nervously tugging at the corner of her clothes.

Fortunately, Song Jiamu didn't hang out with her for too long, so he took back his phone and sat back on his small bench.

Only then did Yun Shuqian raise her small fist with a fierce look on her face, but she was afraid that her grandfather would hear her voice, so she had to use the lowest voice to say the most fierce words: "What are you doing... ! You let me see your grandfather so suddenly, it’s very rude, okay...!"

"What's the matter, okay, okay, the phone is out of gas, it's hung up."

"I'll beat you when I come back..."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Jiamu hurriedly hung up the phone.

Old man Song looked at his good-looking grandson amusedly. He couldn't understand the high technology nowadays, and he could see anyone he wanted to see at any time, unlike before, he had to walk a few steps to see him.

"Who is that little girl?"

"Grandpa, you have seen it."

"What?"

Old man Song was dazed, thought about it carefully, and recalled the young women of the right age in the village, and there was no girl who was so handsome.

"When I was young, grandpa, you and grandma lived in the city for a few days, she was the girl who ran around our house all day." Song Jiamu reminded.

Old man Song carefully recalled that the tone of his voice was very long and long, and smoke came out of his nostrils. He said: "Oh~~Oh! I remembered, the girl who clings to you all day is still at home Have eaten."

"That's right! Grandpa, you cook! You also said that the stove in my house is not easy to use, and it is comfortable without firewood."

"I remember now, what's the girl's name?"

"The clouds are sparse and shallow, which means the clear wind and bright moon, and the clouds are sparse and light."

"Xiaoyun, right? I remember, I remember. I haven't seen her for so many years. She has grown into a big girl. She is very handsome. She has changed a lot."

"Really, I don't think anything has changed."

Song Jiamu smiled. The two saw each other almost every day, and they didn't really feel any changes. But every time he went back to his hometown, he would feel that his grandfather was getting older.

"Does Xiaoyun still live across from your house?"

"Yes, all the time."

"Is she still clinging to you as before?"

"Forehead……"

After confirming that Yun Shuqian couldn't hear her, Song Jiamu said loudly, "Yes, that's right, she's just a follower."

"That's good, that's good, you know your roots, you're good-looking, and polite, you two are dating now?" Old Song seemed to be saying something very natural.

"It's still far from the target."

Song Jiamu didn't tell his grandfather that he was still working hard to be the best in the world with her, but he had to admit that as the relationship between the two became closer these days, sometimes other thoughts would appear in his mind.

Old man Song smiled and said, "Take her back to have a meal at home some other day."

"Okay."

Song Jiamu asked curiously again: "Grandpa, what do you think love is?"

"What?"

"love."

"Old man, what do I know about love and harmony? It will be fine after a long time."

"Grandpa, have you ever quarreled with grandma?"

"Hey, that's too much."

Song Jiamu was surprised, from what he saw, grandpa and grandma had a very good relationship, yet they often quarreled?
As for gossip, he still knows a little bit about his father's generation. For his grandparents, they talk about "the past", to him, it's all a story, as if he can see the era of eating big pots.

"Then how did you meet my grandma?"

"I've known each other since I was a child. Your grandma lives next door to us. It used to be the old house. Later that area was collapsed. Your dad should remember it."

Hearing that grandpa and grandma were childhood sweethearts, Song Jiamu immediately became interested.

"Then how did you and grandma get together?"

Song Jiamu asked, looking forward to hearing some magnificent love stories from that era from his grandfather.

Although old man Song is old, he still remembers this incident clearly.

He smiled, took a sip of his dry cigarette, and recalled.

"Your grandma came to see me that day, she said Song Ji, do you want a wife?"

"I was only 23 at the time, and she was 22. I didn't realize it, but I said yes."

"Your grandma said, then go buy a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes, bring a jug of wine, and talk to my dad."

"I said, is it your sister?"

"Your grandma said, it's me! Do you want it or not?"

"Then I bought a big front door, brought a jug of rice wine, went to find her father, and finally your grandma married me."

There is no grandeur, no soul-stirring, the two childhood sweethearts of that era, just naturally get together like this.

After listening to old man Song's narration, Song Jiamu was stunned.

"Then, what happened next?"

"Later, your uncle, your father, and your sister-in-law were all born. Later, your elder brother and second sister and you were also born. You are also 20 years old. We are now a big family."

I didn't feel much before, until Grandpa said the facts calmly, Song Jiamu suddenly felt that under such a seemingly ordinary love, after more than 50 years of turbulence, the two men and women who were once ignorant youths had already passed away. It's grandparents.

Song Ji was just a native farmer with low education, and he couldn't explain why he talked about love, but Song Jiamu had already felt the love that his grandfather said.

Probably time.

When two people are together at the right time, and then spend a long time together, when they are together tacitly, that kind of plain and warm feeling.

Maybe when I get old, I can still hold the other person's hand and say to her: "Can you still go, or I will carry you on your back", she patted him as before, and smiled: "Your body is also I can only carry our good grandson on my back. '

I don't know if it's the wind or the fish, but the float on the water is moving gently. Two dragonflies embrace each other and tap on a piece of aquatic grass floating on the water.

These laid eggs will hatch into larvae after a few days. The larvae are called water larvae, and water larvae need to live in the water for a long, long time, ranging from a year to several years, before finally leaving the water. , turned into a dragonfly, and flew high into the sky.

The float sank, and Song Jiamu came back to his senses after being reminded by his grandfather. He quickly lifted the fishing rod, and a two-finger-sized crucian carp was bouncingly put into the bucket by him.

He was wondering if there was a way to make Yun Shuqian say to him as if he was going all out: "Song Jiamu, do you want a wife?"

But just thinking about it makes people so excited that it is unparalleled!
Yun Shuqian's whole body was soft, but her mouth was hard, and it was much harder for her to speak out than a water slug turning into a dragonfly.

It takes patience to turn a water worm into a dragonfly, and it takes patience to go fishing. Whether it's reconciliation or chasing girls, patience is needed.

Song Jiamu re-baited and cast the pole again. He planned to catch a few more and asked his grandpa to help cook and fry the small crucian carp until it was so crispy that even the bones were crispy.

When he goes back, bring her some.

(Thanks to the leader who has to be green! They are all old book friends, the boss is grand! The boss makes a fortune! The boss has someone to warm the bed every day!)

　Thank you for the 5000 rewards from my pear fragrance, the [-] rewards from food, Mushanxin, people will always grow, Mu Xueqingsi, Qin Zhe, Yunchen Xiaxia, Muyang Xin'an, hate naming, the strongest referee in the universe and other students for [-] Bi, I haven’t watched the backstage for a long time, and I missed a lot of classmates. Anyway, thank you very much!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)