Mixed Miners

Under the command of Xue Yuqin, Yang Ling parked the car in front of a wooden sling. At this time, she had already awakened her family. The light of the room lit up and a middle-aged man with a large cotton jacket came out when he saw the car. When Xue Yuqin came down, the whole person was almost stunned.

Xue Yuqin had no time to take the parcel from the car and got off the bus and rushed to hug the middle-aged man to cry.

"You are a silly baby, so eager to run back to dry up, this deep can not see clearly in the middle of the night, how dangerous is the road?" The middle-aged man reached out to rub the tears on Xue Yuqin's face.

"Mom? How is she?" Xue Yuqin let go of her arm and asked urgently.

"Is the piano coming back?" The voice of a woman came from the room and it was very exciting.

"Mom~!" Xue Yuqin rushed into the room with tears, and then the two women's crying sounded inside.

At this time, the middle-aged talents saw Yang Ling coming down from the car. Suddenly, he said, "Let you laugh, and you still have to send Xiaoqin back so far."

Yang Ling hurried forward. "Xue Dashu is not welcome. My name is Yang Ling. I am a friend of Yuqin. It is cold outside, or I will go into the house to talk about it!"

"You see, I am confused." The middle-aged man wiped his eyes with his hands, then accompanied Yang Ling into the house, and took some firewood from the kitchen to re-point the brazier.

This is a common sling wooden building of the Tujia people. It seems to be a long time. Many places are smoked and black. The walls and floors are already mottled. Under a dim light, it looks old and mysterious.

The old brazier burned wood and made a flaming glow. A black lacquered iron kettle was hung on an iron hook hanging from the beam on the roof, hanging over the flame, and the spout was slightly "噗噗" sound.

There are still a few pieces of bacon and a few kinds of sausages hanging on the beam. The color of the fireworks under the perennial fireworks seems to be telling the passage of time and vicissitudes of life.

The rhubarb cat didn't know where to get out of it. He leaned on the brazier's foot and lay down at Yangling's feet, lazily clenching his soles.

The water opened, and the mouth of the spout made a fierce white gas. The middle-aged man got up and took a ceramic teapot with half a spout. He took a tea from a pottery jar on the closet and soaked it. The air is rolling and the room looks vivid.

Just as Yang Ling took over the steaming tea that the middle-aged man had handed over, Xue Yuqin supported a middle-aged woman with a sallow face and walked out of the room.

"I really thank you very much, so I sent Xiaoqin back in the middle of the night!" The woman sat down with tears, but her face showed a smile.

"Auntie is not polite, I am also on the way, and I am going to play in Zhangjiajie for a few days the next day!" Yang Ling quickly stood up and handed over the big cola bottle on one side and handed it to Xue Yuqin. "Auntie, this is my old Chinese medicine practitioner." The syrup is configured. I heard that it has a good effect on your illness. You can hurry up a few mouthfuls now, maybe you will get better in a few days."

"Okay, good!" The woman was very happy to look at Yang Ling. In her eyes, she showed a strange look. She took Xue Yuqin’s well water in the cup and took a sip on her mouth. It seemed that the spirit suddenly stirred up. Drink the water in the mouth.

Four people talked a few words, then Xue Yuqin took the woman into the room to rest, and then let her go to rest, this time, Yang Ling sat down, the red light of the brazier reflected on her white face, a faint mourning wave Not going.

Yang Ling said gently: "Reassured, this medicine is very useful, your mother will recover soon."

"Yang Ling, thank you." Xue Yuqin turned his head and looked at him with beautiful big eyes. "If it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do. You have been driving for so long, and you are very tired. Go to make a bed for you, take a break!"

In Yang Ling’s eyes, Xue Yuqin’s face was slightly red, and he quickly walked into a bedroom with his head down. He soon came out and took Yang Ling’s hand in. “This is my room, I have been sleeping since I was a child. Here, until high school graduation, later college, work, come back very few, but every year will still go home for a few days in the Spring Festival, you sleep here today, although the quilt is all I have slept, but my mother wash It was very clean, I slept next door to my sister's room." After saying it, I heard good night and left.

Under the dim light, wooden seats, wooden beds, wooden walls, floors and ceilings, narrow windows and wood-paneled window sashes, a few spider webs hanging in the corner.

There is also a photo frame hanging on the wall of the bed. A young couple and two innocent and romantic little girls dressed in national costumes can see the appearance of Xue Yuqin’s sisters.

There are countless awards on the wall on one side, some are old and can't see the color. On the left side of the window, there is a big poster with a big man with a smile on the left, under the poster. There are also a few words "Qilixiang, Jay Chou Xiangxi concert", and the right side of the window ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ hanging a poem calendar, the time turned out to be 2005.

Everything is very old, as if the years suddenly stopped in more than a decade.

Yang Ling sat on the bed, his face sighed slightly, sighed, turned off the lights, squatted, five hearts to the sky, spit into the set.

The sky was just twilight. Under the small window, a loud rooster screamed, and Yang Ling just woke up from the entrance. Pushing open the narrow window sash, the misty morning, the eyes are all endless mountains, and the past is a little white. The ridge, it is the light and shadow of snow.

Yang Ling quietly walked out of the shackle, looking around, and seven or eight wooden buildings were hidden in the forest. At this time, he discovered that the small village was not at the foot of the mountain, but in the mountainside, looking down Go, the mist is lingering and fascinating, like a fairyland.

He stood on the open space in front of the wooden building, unfolded his arms, lifted his legs and twisted his waist, and slowly made a set of Tai Chi. This is what he learned from the old man in the community. The moves are plausible, but the body is full of breath and flesh. For almost half an hour, there was a sweat on the forehead. At this time, the sky was slowly turning bright. With the sound of "Oh," behind him, I turned to the back and saw Xue Yuqin standing on the edge of the sling. Staring at him.

"Early~!" Yang Ling smiled slowly and slowly.

Xue Yuqin also stretched his body and slowly stretched out, showing a full body, and his face showed a trace of shame. "You got up so early, isn't you used to sleeping?"

"That's not it, but I am used to getting up in bed!" Yang Ling rubbed his forehead with sweat on his forehead and said, "How? Walk with me and see where you grew up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ welcome Book friends visit, the latest, fastest, hottest serials are available at ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ mobile users please read.