Dad: I will farm and raise children after quitting the circle

Chapter 15 The Old Man Giving Gifts
Gaodong Village is also a natural village under the jurisdiction of Nanling Town.

Compared with Shuangtang Village, Gaodong Village, which is [-] to [-] kilometers away from the town center, is undoubtedly more remote.

Gaodong Village has a small population, less than [-] people in about [-] households.

Among more than 20 buildings, there is a dilapidated mud brick house hidden.

The mud-brick house is about 60 square meters, including three rooms, a kitchen and a living room.

The furnishing in the room is very simple, a few old wooden benches, and an Eight Immortals table full of things.Two bedrooms had locked doors, only one was ajar.

Apart from lights, there are no extra electrical appliances.

Mo Yuanping, who is in his 90s, is the owner of this place, and he has lived here for more than 90 years.

Because his family was poor, Mo Yuanping married his wife in his 40s and gave birth to a son.

Thinking of having a son who will die in retirement, he loves this son in every possible way.Unexpectedly, when his son grows up, he will not work hard in his limbs, and he will be idle and addicted to gambling.

It is said that his son is a debt. In order to repay the usury for his son, he sold the land where the building was to be built.There was still some money left, and he took it out to marry his son a daughter-in-law.

I hope that my son will be more sensible after marriage, and the prodigal son will turn around.In the end, he didn't know how to repent, and got deeper and deeper, and finally got into a catastrophe and ate peanuts.

His wife also couldn't bear the blow, so she couldn't afford it.The daughter-in-law also left the child and said to go to work, and then there was no news.

It didn't take long for him and his grandson to depend on each other in this family.

With the lessons learned from his son, he is extremely strict with his grandson.Fortunately, although the grandson doesn't like reading and his grades are not good, he is still hardworking and down-to-earth, not like his father.

It's just that the good times didn't last long, and the grandson drove a motorcycle after drinking once, and got into an accident and left.

In this family, Mo Yuanping is the only one left.

Yesterday, I learned from a neighbor who worked in the town that the child in that person's family in Shuangtang Village is about to turn a year old.

So today he got up early, walked tremblingly to the chicken coop on crutches.

He is over 90 and can't do much work, just raising a few chickens.

He grabbed two hens and stuffed them into a snakeskin bag, and cut a few small holes with scissors.

By the time he finished these things, the sky was already slightly bright.

So dragging the snakeskin bag and leaning on crutches, he walked slowly towards the entrance of the village step by step.

He stood at the entrance of the village waiting for the bus. He didn't know how long he had been waiting. He only knew that the sun was out before he saw a bus coming.

After beckoning, the bus stopped in front of him. Seeing how old he was, the conductor hurriedly got off the bus to help him get the snakeskin bag onto the bus, and then helped Mo Yuanping onto the bus.

The conductor asked him where he was going, and he said to Shuangtang Village.

three dollars.

Mo Yuanping sat on the chair, fumbled in his pocket, and found a plastic bag. He opened it, and there were small changes in it, ten and fifty cents, one yuan and five yuan.

I took three pieces and counted them before handing them to the conductor.

Few people took the shuttle bus so early, the driver drove very fast, and stopped at the entrance of Shuangtang Village in seven or eight minutes.

Mo Yuanping got out of the car, dragged the snakeskin bag, and followed his memory to Su Qinghe's house.

Looking at the number on the door, it was No. 30, Shuangtang Village.

That's right here!

I wanted to knock on the door, but stopped again.

Sitting at the door with a cane in hand, waiting.

In the morning light, his skin was dark and wrinkled, his eyes were cloudy looking at the sky.

It's like a sketch drawn by an artist.

The villagers who came and went noticed him, and no one stepped forward, but stood in the distance and talked in a low voice.

Su Xiaoting jumped over, saw Mo Yuanping sitting in front of Su Qinghe's house, and asked crisply: "Grandpa, are you here to find Uncle Qinghe?"

Mo Yuanping looked away, looked at the little girl in front of him, and nodded.

"Then why don't you come in? Uncle Qinghe got up very early!"

In fact, the courtyard door was unlocked, and Su Xiaoting opened it with a push.

She yelled into the yard: "Uncle Qinghe, there is an old man looking for you!"

Su Qinghe, who was playing with the little guy in the room, came out, saw Mo Yuanping who was standing up, and took a few more careful glances.

"Tingting, let's go in and have breakfast!" Patted Su Xiaoting on the head, and when Su Xiaoting entered the room, Su Qinghe said to Mo Yuanping, "What are you doing here?"

Although Mo Yuanping has aged a lot, Su Qinghe will never forget this face.

Back then, it was Mo Yuanping's grandson who was driving without a license after drinking, speeding and crashing into the motorcycle driven by Su Qinghe's father, which led to the tragedy of Su Qinghe's family.

Mo Yuanping carefully looked at the young man in front of him, and slowly overlapped with the immature face in his memory, but now he was more mature and calm.

"I heard that your daughter is going to be a new year, so I'll give you a present."

Only then did Su Qinghe notice the snakeskin bag on the ground, and two chicken heads came out of the hole.

"Go back, I won't accept it."

Mo Yuanping opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but couldn't say it, it took him a long time to say "ah".

In the room, the old lady watched Su Qinghe stand at the door for a long time, but she didn't see anyone coming in, so she walked over.

She would never forget Mo Yuanping's face either.

It's just that at her age, her children and grandchildren are promising again, and no amount of resentment will gradually fade away.

"It's all here, let him enter the house to drink."

Su Qinghe looked at the old lady, didn't speak, but still gave way.

Mo Yuanping looked at the old lady, then at Su Qinghe, thinking that he had been honest and responsible all his life, but in the end he was burdened by his children and grandchildren, and he would be ashamed for the rest of his life.

"I won't go in anymore, it's just a good thing to have children, I hope you can accept this small gift."

The old lady looked at Su Qinghe and sighed: "Take it, it's not easy to walk around at such an old age."

……

"Are you still blaming him? There is an injustice and a debtor. His grandson also died that year, so he can't be blamed. He also came to the house to kowtow and apologize. Now that he is lonely and dying, it is retribution!"

In the room, the old lady looked at the expressionless Su Qinghe and said so.

Su Qinghe was silent for a while, then rubbed his hands hard on his face, "Mother, I know I can't blame him, but I still feel very upset when I see him."

"I understand, it's just that life still has to move forward, good and bad are fate, we have to accept it! We are living so well now, there is no need to be in a bad mood because of him!"

Su Qinghe nodded, picked up the little guy who was playing in the fence, "Hey, go out and play with Dad, okay?"

The little guy who was hugged happily while playing was originally twisting and yelling unwillingly, but when he heard the words "go out and play", he stopped struggling and looked at Su Qinghe with bright eyes.

"Go play~"

"Okay, let's play!"

Then put on the little guy a mosquito repellent bracelet and a small hat, put on small shoes, and bring a small water cup.

The little guy was jumping around in the hall stepping on his screaming shoes, "Sister~ let's play~"

Su Qinghe looked at Bai Zhi, "Didn't you say that you have never picked lychees by yourself, I will take you to experience what it feels like to pick and eat at the same time."

Looking at the big sun outside, Bai Zhi flinched a little.

"Don't think about it, unless you go at five or six in the morning."

"Okay, wait for me!"

Changed into a long-sleeved sportswear, put on sunscreen, and tied her long, straight black hair into a high ponytail. Bai Zhi, who came out of the room, was full of youthfulness.

(End of this chapter)