When the time finally came, Han Sheng untied the strips of cloth on Lan'er's head, and finally carefully uncovered the riding cloth In an instant, Han Sheng was stunned, the Lan'er girl in front of him was so beautiful: thick eyebrows and big eyes, round nose, soft nose, resolute thick lips, square forehead and jaw, and a healthy complexion that was black and red "So you're so beautiful."
Han Sheng muttered in his mouth.
The father stood aside and nodded with satisfaction, this girl belongs to the type of rural iron girl beauty in the seventies, and she looks like a prosperous husband.
Lan'er took the mirror handed over by her mother, looked at the image in the mirror, and tears fell down for a while.
"It's really me, the same as before."
Lan'er was so excited that even her voice changed, no longer hoarse, but as loud as a bronze bell.
"Brother Hansheng, I will keep my promise to marry you."
Lan'er lowered her head and said softly.
Han Sheng's face flushed, and he looked at his father helplessly.
Doctor Zhu looked at Lan Erniang and got her acquiescence, so he smiled and said: "It seems that this is all providence, you are still young now, you can get engaged first, and it is not too late to get married after two years when your career is successful." ” Although Han Sheng was a little shy, he was happy when he looked at Lan'er's pretty appearance.
The autumn night is deep, the cool breeze is blowing, but the grass hut is full of spring, everyone is not sleepy, while drinking hot tea, while chatting.
"From now on, everyone is a family, prepare some wood this winter, and start building a new house next year."
Dr.
Chu said.
Han Sheng still thought about one thing in his heart and didn't say it, whether Wu Chushan was Lan'er's father, he was going to quietly go to Wolong Valley in Da Yan Mountain the next day, find the mountain people and ask what was going on, don't tell her for the time being, and surprise them when the time comes.
The waning moon sank in the west, the cold was tossing and turning, and the rooster crowed three times before he fell asleep in a daze.
In the early morning, there was a smell of meat in the stove, Lan'er was stewing the pork leg sent by Wu Daoming yesterday, this is home in the future, she and her mother have been adrift for more than ten years, and the hard days have finally come to an end.
After breakfast, my father was going to Nanshan Town, Lan'er's mother and daughter were foreigners, and according to the household registration regulations, he had to report to the government and apply for relevant procedures.
"Stay home and recuperate."
His father told Han to leave home after he was born.
The weather was fine, and Lan'er and her mother began to dismantle and wash the bedding.
Han Sheng thought to himself that if he went to Wolong Valley now, he would be able to turn back when the sun set, and if Uncle Shanren was really Lan'er's biological father, he would bring him back together.
Han Sheng excused himself by saying that he would dig some herbs at the foot of the mountain, and by the way, he moved his muscles and bones to reassure Lan'er's mother and daughter, and then set off with the big yellow dog stupidly.
Heading east along the foot of Nanshan Mountain, the autumn weather is crisp, the grass and wildflowers on the roadside are hanging with crystal dewdrops, and the air is filled with a refreshing earthy fragrance.
Clumsy ran happily in front, Hansheng's injured leg was no longer in serious trouble, and he didn't feel very difficult to walk.
Neither he nor Ben Ben noticed that in the area behind them, there was a sturdy figure looming behind, and that person was Zhu Biao.
After more than an hour, Hansheng had already entered the Great Shan Mountain, the mountain gradually became higher, and the woods became more dense.
The front should be Wolong Valley, Han Sheng vaguely remembers the old camphor tree at the mouth of the valley and the reluctant figure of Wu Chushan, maybe it is destined in the dark, this person who once saved his life may be the future father-in-law.
"Stupid, don't run around."
Han Sheng saw the big yellow dog running to the side, and hurriedly called it back.
The creek in the valley is still so clear that you can occasionally find small fish swimming in the water.
The camphor trees grew denser and denser, and around a forest, the familiar thatched hut appeared in front of me.
A simple adobe thatched hut with a thatched roof, and outside the house is a small green rape field cultivated by the mountain people, and the smoke curls from the cooking.
Han Sheng motioned to be silent and tiptoed towards the house, wanting to surprise Uncle Shanren.
In the stove room, the back of a thin and high-definition man is stir-frying vegetables in a pot, the familiar smell of dried rats.
"Uncle Shanren" Han Sheng rushed over and shouted, Leng Buding startled the man, and with a "bang", the spatula fell into the iron pot.
The man slowly turned around and looked at Han Sheng in surprise.
He is not from Wu Chushan.
Han Sheng also froze.
The man had a bluish complexion, short, black eyebrows, triangular eyes that were whiter than black, and a goatee under a hooked nose.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Shanren" Han Sheng was a little embarrassed.
"Who are you, what are you doing here in my Wolong Valley" The eagle-nosed old man asked rhetorically, his eyes staring at Han Sheng, his voice as harsh as metal.
"I'm here to find Wu Chushan, who lives in this house."
Han Sheng didn't like this person in his heart.
The old man stared at him for a long time before he said slowly: "There have never been any Wu Chushan people here, you must have come to steal the loquat fruit, I thought it was those monkeys who did it." ” How can this be that this is obviously Wolong Valley, this adobe grass house, this stove, and this mouse dry Han Sheng's face turned red, and he argued, "Are you the forest keeper you used to be when you first came?"
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The old man was a little angry: "I have been guarding the forest here for decades, you can go to the Forestry Bureau to inquire, who doesn't know that I am Jiang Lao'er" "You've been here for decades," Han Sheng was completely confused.
"That's it, it's the first time I've seen such a reckless little baby as you."
Jiang Laoer's tone softened slightly.
Han Sheng still couldn't believe what was in front of him, he had been with the mountain people for two days, how could he be gone "Is your baby sick here," Jiang Lao Er said, poking his head.
Han Sheng didn't answer, turned around and rushed into the room where he had slept once, and saw that the old-fashioned wooden bed was still there, the plaster lime water on the walls, and the simple tables and chairs.
Could it be that my head was really broken, and Han Sheng was stunned there.
"Hey, what's wrong with you" Jiang Lao Er pushed Han Sheng.
"Do you know that Lightning Strike Riding Cloth" Han Sheng said in a daze.
"Riding cloth, you mean the one used under the woman" Jiang Lao Er grinned, revealing a few yellow teeth with tea stains.
"Do you have a shotgun?"
said Han Sheng again.
"Yes, it's hanging behind the door."
Jiang Lao Er pointed to the back of the door.
Han Sheng's gaze followed, and the old double-barreled shotgun was still hanging quietly there.
Impossible, absolutely impossible, what the hell is going on Han Sheng stumbled out of the door, Wu Chushanren, old bats, lightning struck riding horses, mountain rats dry, could it be a hallucination Lan'er, weeping blood, is it also an illusion Behind an old camphor tree, Zhu Biao witnessed all this, and then quietly retreated into the forest.
Wu Lao once warned him not to be discovered, especially the big stupid dog was very clever, anyway, he had already figured out the traces of Han Sheng, and hurried back to report it, he slipped out of the valley and went straight to Nanshan Village.
Han Sheng walked back dejectedly, clumsy and listlessly following behind.
The stream was flowing at his feet, and the unknown insects in the grass were crying tirelessly, and the front returned to the old camphor tree at the mouth of the valley.
Something was wrong, and Han Sheng stopped.
The paintings, the paintings are gone, the landscape paintings hanging on the wall in Wu Chushanren's house, he remembers them clearly, but the white-gray whitewashed walls just now are bare, there is nothing, they are gone with Uncle Shanren.
Han Sheng's heart tightened, and he tried his best to recall the scenery in the valley last time, which seemed to be a little different from this time.
At this moment, the stupid barking of the big yellow dog attracted his attention, his eyes followed the voice, and he was stunned for a moment, the place where he was standing stupidly was also a valley mouth, and it was exactly the same as the place where Fang had just come out.
He hurried forward, and a small stream flowed in the valley, and when he looked down, there were the same small fish in the water, and in the distance, there was also the same dense camphor forest, into which a path winded into it.
Han Sheng rubbed his eyes, could it be that there are two valleys in Wolong Valley The last time he said goodbye to the mountain people, he didn't notice the location at all, the valley mouth of Fang Cai was on the left side of the old camphor tree, and this one was on the right side of the old camphor tree.
If you made a mistake, you must have gone to another valley, Han Sheng wiped the sweat on his forehead, thinking to himself, he was really more stupid than stupid.
Han Sheng shouted, cheered up and followed Clumsy into the valley
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