When she woke up, the crying in her ears was gone. Xiao Qingfeng was leaning on the sack, staring blankly at the roof of the car, with the words "I'm numb" written on her face.
Yan Yan rubbed her eyes and asked him: "Big crybaby, why don't you cry anymore?"
Qingfeng glanced at her, snorted coldly, and turned over without looking at her.
Yan Yan: She doesn’t look down on her, and she doesn’t care about crying.
At this time, Qingbai touched her shoulder and asked in a low voice: "Sister, have you slept enough? Can you tell a story?"
Qing Feng had sharp ears, and when he heard this, he quickly turned around, but still kept a straight face, pretending to be cold.
Yan Yan licked her chapped lips and said, "I've slept enough, but I promised to call Sister Yueya and Sister Yingzi when they tell stories. How about we wait a little longer... and talk about it during dinner?"
Qingbai lay on the edge of the car and tugged on Mrs. Shu's clothes: "Grandma, when will we stop for dinner?"
Mrs. Shu looked up at the position of the sun and said, "It should be almost time. What, are you hungry?"
Qingbai shook his head, "I'm not hungry, but I'm thirsty. My sister is also thirsty, and her lips are dry and white."
"You're thirsty, aren't you? I'll find some water for you." Mrs. Shu took off the backpack behind her, took out the kettle and shook it. There was nothing left.
I cooked two meals with a bucket of water and drank a pot of water. Before I left, there was only the bottom of the bucket. How could there be enough for more than a dozen people?
Mrs. Shu sighed helplessly, opened the cork and handed the kettle to the children, "Here, each of us takes a sip to moisten our throats. When we find water ahead, we can drink happily."
Each of the four boys took a small sip and gave the rest to Mrs. Shu.
Mrs. Shu lowered her head to look at the two small sips of water left. She licked her lips that were already dry and peeling. After all, she was reluctant to drink them and put them back.
The situation of other families is not much better than theirs. They save a mouthful of water and no one is willing to drink it. One family even ran out of water in the morning. Now they are thirsty all morning and can spit out sparks when they open their mouths.
Come.
The village chief banged his broken gong again and shouted in front: "Everyone, please hold on. My eldest nephew said that there is a river in front of this road. We will not rest at noon. We will rest when we find water."
Some villagers couldn't help complaining behind them: "Isn't it said that the drought is more serious in the north? Why does it get drier as we go south?"
"No, we can still see some green there, but when we get here, the grass on the roadside is burnt." Someone complained.
Hu Xianfeng explained: "I have been to this place before. The sun is more poisonous than ours and the weather is hotter. It is normal for the grass and trees to be scorched. Please bear with it and it will be fine after a few days."
"Have you heard that? I have to endure it. I turned around and found water. I used all the pots and pans at home and poured more water. I opened and closed my eyes and passed." The village chief agreed.
The village chief had said so, and everyone was too embarrassed to complain anymore. They shook the sweat off their faces and continued to move forward.
This time, after walking for a long time, I finally found the river in Hu Xianfeng's memory before dark. It was quite a big river, but it was so dry that it was just a mess.
But don’t worry about whether it is mixed or not, it is water after all and it can save lives!
Everyone didn't mind it and dug out all the water containers in the house. Young and old, they all lay down by the river to scoop water.
There was a child who had been basking in the sun all day. He was so happy when he saw the water that he stretched out his neck and jumped into the water. Before he even touched the water, he was grabbed back by the adults next to him.
Everyone is still counting on that little bit of water to save their lives. If you roll around in it, is your skin itchy or do you want to be beaten?
A few people were fetching water from the river in the morning, and Mrs. Shu and her two daughters-in-law also got busy. One made a fire, the other picked and washed vegetables, and the other found a piece of fine cotton cloth and filtered the muddy water that had just been scooped up.
Then pour it into the pot and burn it.
With a pot of water in their stomachs, the family finally came back to life after being thirsty all day.
The women gathered around the fire to cook dinner, while the men were either cutting grass to feed the animals or looking for food by the river.
The children had nothing to do, so they sat under the big poplar tree and listened to Yan Yan's talk about Tang Monk's Buddhist scriptures.
Yesterday we talked about the Monkey King who made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace and was pinned down by Tathagata Buddha under the Five Elements Mountain. Today we should tell the story of Tang Monk who passed by the Five Elements Mountain and rescued the Monkey King.
In the middle of the story, Yan Yan's drama addiction broke out. He clasped his hands, recited "Amitabha" solemnly, and played the role of Tang Monk, which attracted a group of friends to imitate.
Qing Feng, who was still having a little temper, waited under another tree for a long time, but no one called him. Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer and shamelessly squeezed into the crowd.
Xiaotuanzi, who was smiling with squinted eyes, immediately straightened his face when he saw him, closed his mouth, raised his chin, and gave up.
Qingbai was listening in rapt attention, but suddenly she lost her follow-up and tugged on her arm angrily, "Why don't you talk anymore? Keep talking?"
Yan Yan glanced at Qing Feng arrogantly, pouted and said, "Because I don't want some people to listen. Let's do it next time. I'll tell you again when some people are gone."
"Who are these people?" The Tang family and Shu Laosan's family were far apart. Tang Yueya didn't know that Yan Yan and Qing Feng had quarreled, and was confused by her rambling words.
But Shu Mingliang knew it, so he grabbed Qing Feng's shoulders and pushed him in front of Yan Yan, "You said that if you want to listen to other people's stories, you should have a nice attitude. Come on, apologize to my sister, and forget about it.
It’s over.”
Qing Feng actually regretted it, but being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, she really couldn't help but look at Yan Yan, holding her neck and refusing to apologize.
Yanyan also has a temper. She is the one who suffers from telling stories. In the end, she is asked to coax some people to listen to the story. Is it reasonable?
Xiaotuanzi snorted, turned away and said, "If you don't apologize, don't stay here. I won't tell you my story."
Qing Feng's eyebrows dropped, his lips twitched a few times, and he was about to cry.
Yan Yan looked at him with more and more contempt, "The big crybaby is going to cry again. Everyone, please move him to a place quickly, otherwise he will be disturbed to death in a while!"
A group of children got up from the ground, patted the dust off their buttocks, and tried to move their positions.
Qing Feng finally realized that crying would have no effect on Yan Yan. He sniffed sharply and shouted, "Then I won't cry anymore. Can you let me listen to the story?"
Xiaotuanzi turned around and looked at him nervously: "If you want to hear a story, you must first agree to my two requests."
"you say."
Yan Yan imitated the village chief and laid out her requests one by one.
"First, don't cry all the time in the future. If you have something to say, you can talk about it. Crying is too noisy.
Second, don’t call me Fat Bun anymore. I have a name. My name is Yan Yan, not Fat Bun.”
And her face is just a bit rounder, not fat at all, okay?
"Then you can't make me cry anymore." Qing Feng bargained with her.
"As long as you don't cry, I won't scream."
Qing Feng lowered his head and wiped away his tears and nose with his sleeves, then blinked hard to squeeze back the tears that had not flowed out, and finally straightened his chest and said to her: "Okay, don't cry anymore, can you listen to the story now?"