My school sweetheart

"Husband, is grandfather ready?" Xiao yuruo said sweetly.

Xu Lang said with a smile: "ready, everything goes well. Wife, why do I think your tone is so good and calm? "

Xiao Yu could not help but be stunned, "ah, is there any? No, ha ha. "

The more Xiao yuruo said that, the more Xu Lang felt a little strange, but he couldn't say anything. However, no matter what happened, just make sure that the girl is safe. When he came, he specially told his subordinates and sent more people. The safety of his wife and other lovers should be guaranteed.

Then the couple chatted again. Xiao yuruo hesitated for a moment and said slowly, "husband, when will you come back? I, I may give you a surprise

Xu Lang is a Leng again, say hastily: "hmm? pleasantly surprised? Wife, when did you learn to surprise me? "

Xiao yuruo said, "you are so annoying. It seems that people have never surprised you. Well, I won't tell you more. Say hello to my grandfather for me. Good night, honey

Good night, Xu Lang said with a smile.

Grandfather Huang Zhong is tired all day. Xu Lang asks him to go to bed first. He goes out of the old house and plans to go to the village to look for the memory of that year. During the day, it's not convenient for him to turn around, because no matter where he goes, there will be a lot of people following him.

Soon, Xu Lang went to a wide place in the west of the village. He remembered that in those days, it was a huge pit. In those days, he often came here with his friends to take a bath, and many people drowned here.

So, at that time, grandfather Huang Zhong was very strict with himself in this aspect, and often warned him not to come here to take a bath, while the school teachers were also more strict.

I remember in the summer, as soon as I entered the class, the teacher would gently draw on these boys with his fingers. As long as there are traces like chalk on the blackboard, it means that they secretly went to take a bath, and then they would be punished for standing and copying the text.

Now, when I think about it, I can't help but laugh at those interesting things.

Now, the big pit has been filled up, covered with weeds, and there are some new foundations. It is estimated that new houses will be built on it.

After that, Xu Lang went to the primary school in the south of the village, the dilapidated primary school in his memory. Now, it seems more precarious and has become a dangerous house.

In those days, when the rainy season came, it was often heavy rain outside the house and light rain inside the house, so the school often had a holiday. Now, Xu Lang simply looked at it, and the situation was even more serious.

More than eight years have passed. Can this primary school still be built?

However, it is such a primary school that carries the dreams of many rural children. This is the place where their dreams set sail and the cradle of hope.

At the moment, Xu Lang is thinking, now that he has the conditions, should he do something for his hometown?

For example, donating a primary school or building a road can also be regarded as giving back to my hometown. Although I was angry here in those years, it was this piece of loess that gave birth to me. When

was out of school, Xu Lang's eyes fell to the small bell hanging on the Wutong tree. The bell was the place where the bell rang. It was a long time old man who was at the foot of a foot. He was a doorbell, who was responsible for the bell. But the bell rang never rang.

Xu Lang still remembers that just under the bell, he was often punished for standing. For example, he once robbed female students of shuttlecock and skipping rope, and also threw snakes from boys' toilets to girls' toilets. For example, in class, because the teacher's words were different from his understanding, and the teacher's obvious mistakes, he stood up and openly refuted They are often punished and come here.

Now, recalling those interesting things, Xu Lang smiles.

It's rare to go back to his hometown or to the primary school. When Xu Lang was walking, he picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the clock. Then he made a "Ding Dong" sound. It's also a reflection of his primary school experience.

However, just as Xu Lang was about to go out, at the gate of the school, the place where the old man at the foot of the slope, who was responsible for ringing the bell, stayed, turned on the light, and a low voice came from the room, "who is that?"

Xu Lang couldn't help but be stunned. He thought there was no one here, but he didn't expect that someone was going to come and walk quietly. He waved his sleeve and didn't take away a cloud. Now it's good. It's a shock to the old people.

Do I have to go now? Or stay to see the old man?

While Xu Lang was thinking about it, the door of the old man's room opened, holding a flashlight in his hand, squinting to explore, "who?"

When Xu Lang heard this voice, he was a little surprised because it was not the voice of the old man at the foot of the slope in his memory. He seemed a little familiar with it. When he thought about it carefully, it was like the voice of Mr. Huang, who had seen it in the daytime.Xu Lang said casually, "it's me. I'm Xu lang. come and have a look."

Sure enough, with the distance approaching, Xu Lang saw the face of Mr. Huang and asked, "how can you be Mr. Huang?"

But Mr. Huang's eyes were not very good. He looked at it carefully and found that it was Xu Lang, and then he was very surprised. "Ah, it's lang'er, ah, ah, how can you come here in the middle of the night? Come on, come on in the house, it's warm inside."

Xu Lang originally wanted to refuse, but it was difficult to be gracious. The old people all said so. He could not refuse, so he had to follow the old people into the house.

As soon as he entered the house, the old man was busy pouring water for Xu lang. he was very enthusiastic and talked about his family.

Through chatting, Xu Lang realized that the old man at Pojiao had died many years ago and died of illness. Huang Tao's son, the village head Huang Tao's father, was no longer alive. Huang Tao naturally inherited his father's property and wanted to plot Huang San's property, because there were other son branches under him Huang Tao worried that his grandfather's property would not fall into his hands. He always used various reasons to trick him into expressing his position on the issue of inheritance.

Recently, it's even more beautiful to decorate the house for the elderly. In fact, it's driving them out of the house.

But grandfather Huang San didn't want to be angry with the children, so he agreed to give his family property to his grandson Huang Tao. He had to sign the inheritance certificate. He was homeless and lived here.

After learning about this, Xu Lang was very angry. However, after all, it had nothing to do with him. There were so many unfair things in the world that he couldn't manage them. He had to lament, sympathize and have nothing to do.

Of course, when the old man and Xu Lang said these words, they were just chatting casually. They didn't mean to let Xu Lang get involved in anything.

Xu Lang casually looked around the room and looked at it. His eyes fell on a black-and-white photo hanging on the wall. When he asked carefully, Mr. Huang said that it was the portrait of the old man Huang dagai who was responsible for ringing the bell here. It is said that this is the only photo taken by the old man in his life.

The old man named Huang dagai is also Xu Lang's "Pojiao old man" who is responsible for ringing the bell. Before him, he was very naughty and always called "lame grandfather" together with his friends. Until today, he didn't know that the old man's name was Huang dagai.

Big cover? About?

Why is there such a funny name?

Xu Lang said with a smile.

With this playful attitude, Xu Lang couldn't help looking at the photo for a few more times. He saw that the old man at the foot of the slope, with a long wisp of hair, covered half of his face. His face was covered with mulberry, and he seemed to have some old scars.

Yes, it's the same as the bell ringer in my memory.

In the photo, the old man's eyes are closed. According to Mr. Huang, it was taken after his death, or the money paid by his old man. Because Huang dagai is a member of the Huang family, he can also be regarded as his nephew according to his seniority. According to the rural custom, an old man without children can't even be buried in his ancestral grave if he doesn't have a portrait.

The kind-hearted Third Master Huang took a picture of Huang dagai out of his own pocket, developed two, brought one into the coffin and left one.

Alas, they are both kind-hearted and pitiful people. This is the loveliness of these ordinary people in rural areas. Xu Lang thought of it in his heart.

Xu Lang didn't think much, then he got up and said goodbye, "grandfather, it's late. I'm disturbing you to have a rest. You can continue to have a rest. I'll go first."

Xu Lang said, then went out, and Huang San ye did not stay, laughing to send Xu Lang.

However, just as Xu Lang is about to step out of the gate, the light from the corner of his eyes falls on the picture on the wall. From the front, he may not see anything. From the side, especially when Yu Guang looks at it, the appearance of the "old man at the foot of a slope" in the picture seems to have an amazing contrast with the appearance of another "old man at the foot of a slope" in his mind Like, it's just a person!

Another Pojiao old man is master Xie Wendong, who is also Zhuge Qingtian. He used to dress up as an old man to save his son Zhuge Liuyun. He also gave Zhuge Liuyun a picture of Li Wenling, saying it was his daughter-in-law!

In this short moment, Xu Lang suddenly turned his head and fixed his eyes on the photo. It is more and more certain that the old man at the foot of the slope is Zhuge Qingtian!

So, what's going on?

Xu Lang was shocked.