"How is this?" Standing on the Heiyan Ridge, Zhang Yaohua shouted loudly in the wind.

"It's beautiful! I wish I could live in such a beautiful place all the time!" Ji Jiaxin also shouted loudly.

Heiyanling is the highest mountain near Meiziao. Standing on Heiyanling, you can overlook the beautiful scenery of Meiziao. The rolling green tea gardens, picturesque pastoral scenery, and fresh air, you can feel refreshed and happy when standing here. How can you not be longed for?

"Humans always think that what cannot be seen is the most beautiful. You said that everyone has been exploring the universe desperately, thinking that the most beautiful picture is hidden in the depths of the universe. Technology is becoming more and more developed, but they did not expect that they are getting farther and farther away from their hearts. Eating and wearing warmly can meet their needs and let go of everything to pursue happiness. But now, everyone has material demands that can never be satisfied. Everyone is very tired. Why don't they know that sitting on the top of this mountain, whether you have money or not, you can see the most beautiful scenery." I don't know whether Ji Jiaxin sighed or said to Zhang Yaohua. She kept shouting in the wilderness, but her voice was blown away by the wind in an instant.

Zhang Yaohua closed her eyes in the wind and shouted loudly: "I don't know either. I just know that I'm very happy now and can put everything down."

The two of them were crazy and kept standing on the top of the mountain and shouting. When the sun was about to set, the red clouds were everywhere, and the afterglow reflected the Meiziao in the dreamy scenery, they walked along the curved path towards Meizitang.

"Zhang Yaohua, I will remember today." Ji Jiaxin looked at Zhang Yaohua, no longer the gaze of nine years old back then. Two young boys and girls in their 180s, their eyes were entangled in the sunset.

Before he could walk out of Meishan, Zhang Yaohua discovered the mute hiding in the woods.

"Mutous. Why are you hiding there?" Zhang Yaohua shouted.

The mute crawled out of the bushes in a slight manner: "I saw that it was almost dark, and I was afraid that you would forget the time. I came here to pick you up. I was afraid that I would disturb you."

The meaning of mute is naturally very obvious, and Zhang Yaohua smiled.

Ji Jiaxin also smiled. If Xu Xiaoting was the one who said the mute, she might be blushed. However, Ji Jiaxin smiled openly and changed the topic naturally: "Beggar, he can speak, why do you call him mute?"

"When he was a child, he didn't have good ears and stuttered. Later, his ears got better and his stuttering gradually changed. However, everyone is used to calling this name." Zhang Yaohua said with a smile.

"What habits are you used to it? It's clear that you are used to it alone. Now everyone has changed their words and called me Zhang Gengban. You are still calling me mute." The mute muttered.

"Okay, I will change my words in the future. But I don't know if I can change it or not." Zhang Yaohua chuckled.

"I know." The mute didn't have much hope for Zhang Yaohua to change his words. Anyway, he was used to listening to this nickname. Sometimes he could hear a little warmth.

"Gengban, you want to be a professional player in the future. This name is not loud enough and it is a little too rustic. Why don't I give you a good name?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

"Forget it. Just this name. If you give me Ah Huang Ahua, I will feel even more uncomfortable." The mute said the word "花" and couldn't help but laugh.

Ji Jiaxin obviously understood the meaning of the word "flower" and started giggling.

"Mutous!" Zhang Yaohua's voice increased by several decibels.

"Beggar, I'm really not mocking you." The mute quickly begs for forgiveness.

"Mutual, don't pretend to be honest. I don't know you yet? The most slippery!" Zhang Yaohua has become accustomed to his name with "flower". If he really changes his name, he will not get used to it. If others laugh, he will laugh, but he doesn't care anyway. If he was a child, he would have pressed the mute to the ground and beat him up.

Just as a few people left Meishan and were about to walk to Zhang Yaohua's house, mountain singing sounded on the mountain.

"There is a good song and it is hard to open the mouth, the bayberry is delicious and the trees are hard to plant; the white rice is delicious and the fields are hard to make, the fresh fish is delicious and the net is hard to open the net..."

Zhang Yaohua looked at Heiyanling and smiled, "Why didn't you see this Chen Dianzi when she first came down?"

"This person is also from Meiziao? This song is quite nice." Ji Jiaxin asked.

"Yes. He is the one from our village. He sang the best mountain songs. Otherwise, he could have tricked the college students who came to our village to work in the countryside?" said the mute.

"This person is so powerful. Well? Can you hear the songs on it so clearly?" Ji Jiaxin suddenly felt embarrassed. Today, she and Zhang Yaohua could shout on the mountain all day. She thought she would not hear it for others. Who knew that when she arrived at the foot of the mountain, she could still hear the shouts on the top of the mountain clearly.

"Yes. Heiyanling is the highest mountain near our Meiziao. Standing on it, shouting, the whole Meiziao can be heard." Zhang Yaohua couldn't help laughing.

"Ah! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Ji Jiaxin was a little disappointed, and she felt secretly glad that she had some more shameful words that didn't shout out, otherwise things would have gone viral.

When Zhang Yaohua returned to the village, Zhang Manyin grinds beans with the stone mill that he still preserved at home.

"Grandpa, why do you use this old stone mill to grind beans? Isn't there an electric mill?" Zhang Yaohua asked in confusion.

"You don't know. The soy milk grinding from this old stone mill should be more delicate and even. The machine is always not as good as handmade. You haven't eaten Meizi'ao's tofu for a long time. The guy who made tofu now uses electric grinding now. He has ruined all the skills he passed down from me. The tofu he made has long lost its original taste. You used to like oil tofu the most. After finally coming back, my grandfather made handmade tofu for you. You can fry oil tofu tomorrow, and it will be delicious." Zhang Manyin pushed the grinding away while adding the beans to the grinding holes, and the milky white soy milk squeezed out from the cracks of the stone mill.

Zhang Yaohua walked over and said, "Grandpa, take a break, I'll try it."

Zhang Manyin smiled and said, "If you want it, it depends on whether you still remember how to push the mill."

Zhang Manyin took aside, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out one from it, put it down under his nose and smelled it, but did not light it.

"Why don't you smoke?" Zhang Yaohua smiled.

"Xiao Ji is here. Anyway, I'm not addicted to smoking now. If you can smoke less, try to smoke as little as possible. This thing is harmful to the body. I understand all these principles." Zhang Manyin put the cigarette back into the box, then put the cigarette box back into the bag.

"Grandpa, if you really can't help it, just smoke it. But smoking less cigarettes will be harmful to your health." Ji Jiaxin said hurriedly.

"I listen to Xiao Ji and start quitting smoking today." Zhang Manyin smiled. I don't know if he is serious. (To be continued., Your support is my greatest motivation.) 17-03-08 11:33:21
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