Life passed day by day, and the weather quickly recovered during this time. The villagers in the villagers gradually declined with Yi Shuyuan, and there were fewer people who came to see.

It is just that Yi Shuyuan is rational now, and his face is cleaned a lot, and his clothes are folded than when you come. In addition, the facial features are positive and slender, and the shape is not stingy.

Then, then

This appearance is indeed a public in this poor countryside, which causes some women in the village to pass through the Yi family from time to time. In this regard, Yi Shuyuan is a bit crying and laughing.

And in the eyes of outsiders, don't say that it is bigger than Yi Baokang, that is, he has a little bit more in his thirties. Of course, with Yi Shuyuan's own eyes, he thinks it is still very mature, at least not tender.

The villagers who have seen Yi Shuyuan will praise them in private, but not many people believe that he is Yi Baokang's brother. More people still believe that Yi Shuyuan is the son of that person.

This is reasonable.

Of course, there are not too many people who are idle and must be corrected. After all, someone trys to correct him and let him be anxious. Then he is willing to call his eldest nephew.

Joke after tea.

In the early morning of this day, Yi Shuyuan hadn't got up yet, and he heard the sound of the kitchen direction in the room.

In the kitchen, Zhao pulled Yi Baokang to let him not allow him to give up porridge.

"If you eat and eat, you will know how to eat. When do we have to raise such an outsider?"

A lot of things in Yi Baokang listened to his wife on weekdays, but at this time, he threw off Zhao's hand and stared at her.

"What outsiders? That's my brother! The instructions of my mother before the death of me did not do it, I already felt guilty!"

"Do you really be your brother?"

"Do you believe the words outside? Do n’t you say that it is a problem, even when my brother on the mountain on the mountain was there in order to save my legs. Can I admit it?"

Seeing that Yibaokang was a little excited, Zhao's rare lower ended and took the initiative to help him with porridge, but he took the direction outside the kitchen and kept his mouth still.

"Then you say he is not old?"

"This, maybe a fairy saved his brother's life, maybe it was the old brother who returned from the Yingjian, and it was not very old ..."

"His ... don't say it, say that my goose bumps are up!"

Zhao couldn't help but reach out again. Fortunately, Yi Shuyuan just happened to go out to bask in the sun, so he was more at ease.

In fact, there is no persuasion. After all, Yi Shuyuan's performance is there, which is an ordinary person, but what does outsiders say, Yi Baokang also knows that it is his brother.

Traces, because of a feeling.

The yard of the Yi family is not big. Of course, Yi Shuyuan can hear the quarrel of the kitchen. In fact, some micro -words also heard the walls this night.

Besides, brothers.

As for the obvious old, from a series of experiences in this world, it is really not a big deal in Yi Shuyuan.

Of course, the entire Xihe Village is estimated to be Yi Baokang and Yi Yongan Boxes Yiyuan are brothers and uncle. The others are not even good at Zhao and Li's daughter -in -law.

Then, then

During this time, it was a really quiet day, and Yi Shuyuan thought a lot.

Yi Shuyuan was confused, uneasy, and felt that he was afraid that he couldn't return to that familiar world. How much he hoped that all this would be a dream.

The world is open, and there are many stars, so familiar and strange, lingering lingering, and hard to be truly stable.

After sorting out the chaotic thoughts, Yi Shuyuan raised his heart to the side, closed his eyes to feel the warmth of the sun in the east, and also felt his existence.

After all, people have to integrate into reality, no matter where they are, no matter what reality it is.

"Baokang."

Yi Shuyuan opened his eyes and shouted towards the kitchen. Yi Baokang in it hurriedly took out in front of his wife and ran out of the shoulder.

"Brother, I'm here."

"What are your father's things, are you still there?"

Yi Shuyuan said that he walked over and continued to show his thoughts to Yi Baokang.

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After a while, Yi Shuyuan followed Yi Baokang into the house of the house. It was also the room where the Yi Baokang couple lived. Zhao also followed and followed. Several people finally stopped in front of a long -seated wooden box.

"Brother, that's this, some are gone, the rest are in it."

Listening to Yi Baokang's words, Yi Shuyuan nodded, squatted down with a layer of fine gray on the box with his sleeves.

There is also a lacquer red wooden box.

Yi Shuyuan reached out and touched the wooden box.

A person who can no longer remembers a smile beside him: "Okay, this couplet is wonderful, this word is even more advanced, it is really better than the father, willing to gamble to lose.

Go to buy you a sugar gourd! "

"Speak a talk, my brother must have it!"

"Hey, that's natural, why did the father say?"

"Oh oh, dad is the best!"

Unconsciously, the corner of Yi Shuyuan's mouth had raised a radian. He opened the box gently, and the pen and ink were neatly placed in the inside, and a few pairs of yellow paper.

The pen is still good, and the ink has cracked, even the old lack of a large corner.

After watching it for a while, Yi Shuyuan still covered the small wooden box and carefully held the wooden box out of the house where the house was outside.

After a while, everyone else of the Yi family also surrounded the table of the house, and the curiosity revealed in her eyes.

For the first time, I was ready to write here. Yi Shuyuan added a little ritual to himself. After cleaning his hands, he arrived at the table.

The damaged tattoos were padded with a stone side side, and then took the water to carefully researched the ink with the dry and cracked old ink strip.

All movements are a little strange and familiar. They have a pen, dipped in ink, but the pen tip stopped from the paper. Yi Shuyuan took a deep breath and then fell into the ink paper.

But obviously the first stroke was not controlled, and the pen headed directly on the paper.

"hiss......"

Yi Shuyuan took a breath and encouraged the writing to finish the word. He didn't look at it. The word was almost terrible. Someone could not help but laugh.

Yi Shiyuan's embarrassment holding his toes can buckle three rooms and one living room, and try to keep himself calm.

Easy to relax, Yishuyuan, you do, you have to believe in yourself, normal people do n’t write for decades, you can just be a cultural person nearby ...

After repeated deep breathing, Yi Shuyuan finally calmed down again. Now that he has been written so badly, there is less psychological burden.

The heart is uncertain, the hand is unstable, and the ink is anxious, and the writing is naturally shaking, but Yi Shuyuan's skin is thick and the other is not existed.

It can be said that Yi Shuyuan's conscious body and soul are a bit talented. The previous memory was gradually cited by the wolf's stroke, but just finished more than a dozen words. After Yi Shuyuan's writing, the text was relatively neat.

After writing the front and back of the two pieces of paper, Yi Shuyuan looked at the words, and was consciously pleasing to the eye. Worshiping the memories of this life, I did n’t feel the words.

Several people standing next to Yi Shuyuan were also a little surprised at this moment. They did n’t know one word in their lives, but they just felt that the words of their elder brother or uncle were really beautiful.

The simple thoughts of others are actually Yi Shuyuan's plan. At this moment, they are more stable. With their own knowledge, um, at least you can write and read, you should be able to find a relatively good job to support yourself first.
Chapter completed!