Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

The fields are empty.

Now all the men in the village are in the mountains.

The women passing by were either carrying water or holding basins, walking hurriedly with joy.

"Are you happy to go up the mountain?"

A few women came down from the mountain together. They washed the clothes they brought with them, hung them up to dry in the sun, washed them in another basin, and it was time to brush the straw mats.

When they got closer, they could see clearly that the person standing next to Youxi was Shilang.

Silang was so nervous that he held the slingshot tightly. When the villagers saw the brother and sister, their lips drooped.

The five brothers and sisters were used to it. Since they didn't make friends, they could still have fun and laugh when they got together.

But now Youxi was beside him, and he was afraid to see his strange look.

"Hey, is this Shiro?"

Shiro glanced cautiously at his aunt who was speaking.

The corners of her mouth are turned up!

"Silang is quite handsome even after washing himself. Look at him, I think we can hardly find such a handsome young man even if we search all over Xiahe Village."

"Tsk, you know what, she really is quite good, and her nose is quite high..." The women's voices became lower and lower as they spoke, and their eyes became meaningful.

Normally the villagers would not even look at them, but now they noticed them, but Shilang felt a little awkward.

I feel like a commodity with a price tag, which is weird.

That aunt even stretched out her little finger to measure the height of his nose bridge. What does that mean?

"The child is still young, and his ears have turned red because of you. Silang, don't pay attention to them." A short woman came to Silang's rescue.

Shiro responded vaguely and just wanted to leave quickly.

The short woman smiled and said, "Silang, you're thirteen now, right? Do you have any girls you'd like to play with? My daughter is two years younger than you, so we could play together. I live behind the headman's house. Come over to my aunt's house and play."

There was a chorus of boos from the sidelines.

"Your daughter is so quiet, who would want to play with her?"

"What do you know? This is called being subtle."

If she liked to talk, she wouldn't be so worried. She doesn't like to go out or talk, and stays at home every day. What's the use of cooking delicious meals?

Who doesn’t have a childhood sweetheart? But her daughter is like this. She doesn’t have any friends at all. She must be so worried.

Shi Lang scratched his head: "No, no, it's good to be quiet... My second brother said silence is golden..."

The short woman's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, it is gold. Shi Lang, what you said is very nice. Come to my house for dinner tomorrow and I will fry eggs for you. It's a deal."

Shi Lang waved his hands in fear: "No... No... My second brother said that we can't eat other people's things casually..."

The short woman glared at him with her almond-shaped eyes, thinking that his second brother talked too much.

"Aunts, please be kind. My grandfather has arranged some work for us. I won't chat with you for now..."

Youxi is the child of the village head. He grew up under the watchful eyes of the villagers. He doesn't know what introversion is and explained the situation to several women in a careless manner.

After hearing the name of the village head, the women no longer dared to chat with them.

Shiro breathed a sigh of relief, finally leaving.

Youxi took two steps and tilted his head to look at him. No matter how he looked at him, he felt that Shilang looked similar to him...

My face is a little longer than his, my mouth is a little bigger, and my eyes are a little smaller...

Why doesn't anyone praise him?

"I...there's something on my face?" Shiro rubbed his face.

Youxi shrugged his nose and said, "No, I'm looking at the difference between us. Obviously, I'm not bad looking either."

Shiro got nervous: "You are pretty too, I am not as good as you..."

Youxi looked at him again, but this time for a long time, frightening Shilang so much that he forgot to breathe.

Finally, I stopped watching it because I was happy.

"Forget it, don't comfort me, you really look better."

Youxi felt lost for a few seconds, and suddenly wanted to slap himself. He was really sick. What was there for two grown men to compare in appearance? If men were to compete, they should compete in real kung fu!

"Hey." Youxi nudged Shiro with his shoulder. "How's your slingshot?"

Shiro pursed his lips: "It's just like that, just normal..."

He has never compared himself with others. Goro can do it, but not as well as him.

Better than Goro, but probably average.

"Boring." Youxi muttered.

There is no one in Xiahe Village who has a slingshot better than his. It's so boring and lonely.

Now, only gambling can arouse his interest. It doesn't have to be a big bet. He would be happy to bet even on a single sentence.

But none of his peers in the village could beat him in gambling, and no one wanted to play with him anymore.

Youxi bumped into Shilang again and said, "How about we make a bet?"

Silang was confused: "Uncle Lizheng said you can't gamble..."

"If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, no one will know."

Shiro still shook his head.

He couldn't describe his emotion. He was afraid that Youxi would dislike him, and he was also afraid that Youxi would be disappointed.

He actually doesn't get along well with people his own age.

Youxi ignored his refusal and said, "Let's make a bet...whoever loses gets to call me brother. Do you dare?"

Shiro wanted to say he didn't dare.

My second brother said...

Oh, my second brother never said this, but he doesn’t want to call others brother.

Seeing that he was silent, Youxi took another step back and said, "Well, if I win, you can call me brother three times. If you win, I will call you brother for the rest of my life. Is that okay?"

Shiro glanced at him.

"it is good."

pregnant......

But at least someone took a gamble with him.

Youxi took out a handful of stones from his arms. These were all carefully selected by him, all of the same size, and he usually didn't want to give them to others.

"Would you like to try it twice first?"

"Okay." Shiro grabbed three.

I don't know where he was aiming, but after shooting one, I saw Shilang biting his lip and grabbing another one, moving his arm slightly lower.

After shooting three, he lowered his arm.

"All right."

The two of them quietly came to an open space where hundreds of sparrows were sitting on the flowers.

Each person has ten stones, and the number of stones is counted after all ten stones are hit.

They each faced to one side.

"Are you sure I don't need you to do two?"

Shiro shook his head honestly: "No need."

"You said it, don't say I bullied you after the fight."

Youxi hit the first one first, raised his eyebrows, and won.

The flock of birds was also disturbed and flew around with flapping wings.

Youxi hit the second, third... and sixth shot again, but he took a breath and missed the target.

Meanwhile, Shiro beside him kept his expression unchanged from beginning to end, and kept his lips tightly pursed.

"I'm done." Shiro put down the slingshot.

Youxi had just finished shooting the last one and looked at Shilang with satisfaction. He was just as fast as him.

What he hated most was aiming with a slingshot and not being able to hit a single target for a long time. Not only was he not aiming, but he also hesitated.

Just because of Shilang's efficiency, he will definitely not laugh at him when he calls him brother later.

The two of them went to pick up the spoils.

Except for the sixth stone which went astray and the bird struggled and ran away, the other stones hit one bird at a time.

Feeling a little regretful, Youxi spread the birds out on the ground. Forget it, just consider it as a comfort to Shilang so that he won't be too sad.

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