At the beginning of Niujia Village, my sister-in-law and I depended on each other.

Chapter 3 White Moonlight in the Heart

Chapter 3 White Moonlight in the Heart
"Crack~~"

"Drive~~"

"Nonghe, take the mountain road and cross the river~"

"I drive the bullock cart and chop firewood~"

"My sister is sitting in the car~"

"Me, my sister~"

"Snapped"

"Drive~~"

Perhaps because he felt that his young husband was not in a high mood after his birth, Niu Wuye waved his bullwhip in front of him. Before the bullock cart left the village, a Danzhou tune began to sing.

Although he is nearly 70 years old, his deep and resonant singing voice is sonorous and powerful, spreading in all directions along the vast white snowfield, and the echo lingers for a long time.

This little tune was learned by Niu Wuye from Niu Dingtian when he rode Niu Wuye's carriage for the first time.

After learning it, he was as happy as a child. He would sing it several times every time he drove. Even if passers-by laughed at him and said, "You are not ashamed to be old," Mr. Niu was still unaware of it and enjoyed it.

Listening to the familiar singing, Niu Dingtian's mood improved, and he happened to arrive at the head of Hongmei Village at this time.

Niu Dingtian got off the oxcart, said goodbye to Mr. Niu, and walked towards a familiar place in the village.

"Bang bang~"

Niu Dingtian raised his hand, and there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Who...cough...cough"

"Squeak~"

"To the sky?"

After opening the door, when the people in the courtyard saw Niu Dingtian's appearance, their originally pale and depressed face suddenly regained its luster.

"gentlemen.."

Niu Dingtian suppressed his excitement and called softly. Then he stood at the door and bowed deeply to the man.

"Come in quickly"

"When did you come back?"

As soon as Niu Dingtian straightened up, Bao Xiucai lifted his arms and pulled him in. He walked around and asked about his welfare. Niu Dingtian quickly bowed and held his hand to help him back, and followed him into the house.

"How is your health, sir? Have you ever felt better?"

"Oh, it's still the same, it doesn't matter. Now the private school doesn't care anymore, it's easy. Haha, I am so lucky to be a teacher. I have taught a student like you. I have no regrets in this life!"

"gentlemen."

"Be a teacher."

Compared with the bustle inside, the courtyard seems deserted. The two bare pomegranate trees on the east and west seem to have been neglected for a long time.

The branches were tangled and tangled, and there was only a thick layer of snow on the ground that no one had cleaned, as if something had been buried. In previous years, this place would have been very lively with chickens, ducks, geese, rabbits, and that charming and kind-hearted senior sister.

In this door last year today,
The human face peach blossoms each other.

I don’t know where to go,
Love and be loved.

From time to time, cheerful laughter could be heard in the room, and it was already noon before the two of them were talking.

At noon, Bao Xiucai personally cooked a table of delicious dishes, and then went to the village to buy two pots of fine wine.

For a moment, he forgot that Niu Dingtian was only a six-year-old child, and he also forgot about his illness, and started to have a cup of tea with his proud disciple.

When the wine was full, Bao Xiucai's misty eyes were filled with ripples, and he looked at the empty yard. Perhaps he thought of the sadness, and suddenly he burst into tears.

"Oh my God, since the tragedy in Niujia Village that day, your senior sister has never been seen alive or dead. I pity my kind-hearted child. I don't know if we will see you again in this life."

"Master, I don't want to mention this to you, but I don't know how many more years I can survive with this broken body."

"Master, I just hope that if I see your senior sister again in the future, I can help take care of you. With your kind and weak character, I don't know how she will be bullied when she is living outside!"

"Sir. Actually"

Niu Dingtian couldn't bear it. He wanted to say something, but then he saw Bao Xiucai lying drunk on the table, snoring.

"Perhaps it is better to find no hope than a dead end. At least we can still find it and have some hope. Niujia Village is more than two thousand miles away from the central capital of the North. If sir, he would have gone there regardless of his body, not to mention that it is still in an enemy country. But My body is only so good now."

While Niu Dingtian was thinking, he dragged Bao Xiucai to the couch in the inner room with difficulty.

He used a handkerchief to clean away the dirt on Xiucai Bao's face, covered it with a quilt and left a copy, then left and started to clear away the dishes.

After cleaning up, the sunset was already setting in the west.

Niu Dingtian took a deep look at the silent courtyard, closed the door, and walked towards the end of the village.

"Nonghe, take the mountain road and cross the river~"

"I drive the bullock cart and chop firewood~"

"My sister is sitting in the car~"

Sitting on the bullock cart back to the village, Mr. Niu got excited and sang the ditty again.

Listening to the singing, Niu Dingtian suddenly became childlike. He leaned behind Mr. Niu Wu and asked with a smile:

"When Grandpa Niu was young, did the ox cart also carry beautiful A-mei?"

"Haha~~"

Niu Wuye laughed happily after hearing this. He said nothing, but the smile on his face was as sweet as eating honey.

Yes,

I don’t know where to go,
Love and be loved.