"Brother Chen Fan, are Xiao Wang and the others bullying you again?" A six or seven-year-old girl with a ponytail helped brush the dust off an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.
"Xiao Qian, it's okay, I can just do it by myself!" Ten-year-old Chen Fan said to Du Qian, who was only seven years old.
"Brother Chen Fan, I know you like to eat roasted sweet potatoes the most. This time I secretly took a sweet potato from home. Let's roast it and eat it later!" Xiao Du Qian said, holding up the sweet potato in her hand.
Xiao Chenfan looked at the sweet potatoes in Xiao Du Qian's hands and said, "Xiao Qian, you stole the sweet potatoes from home again, aren't you afraid that your Uncle Du will know?"
"It's okay, they won't notice that one sweet potato is missing."
"Oh well!"
"…………"
"Brother Chen Fan, what are you thinking about? You are so absorbed in thinking!" Du Qian, who came back from washing her hands, saw Chen Fan sitting there stupidly, not knowing what he was thinking, so she shouted.
"No...I didn't think anything of it!" Chen Fan came back to his senses, picked up Du Qian's soft and delicate hands, and began to dry her with the towel on the table, only to see those originally pink and tender hands.
There were blisters in several places on my hands.
Chen Fan said with a sense of blame: "Really, I told you to give me raw sweet potatoes from now on. I will bake them myself and eat them. Now look at the soup on your hands."
A blister."
"I know that brother Chen Fan, you like to eat roasted sweet potatoes the most, so I..." Du Qian's eyes turned red as she said that.
"Silly girl! I'm not blaming you. It's just that you don't care about your body so much. It makes me heartbroken." After touching Du Qian for a while and lowering her head, Chen Fan took out the silver needle and started to pick out Du Qian's piercings one by one.
Looking at the blisters on his hands, he asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt!" Du Qian shook her head and said, "Brother Chen Fan, I heard that you cured Uncle He's son's illness just now. Is it true?"
"Yeah!" Chen Fan nodded and said, "Where did you hear it?"
Du Qian said: "It was just on the way to your place! I heard many people in the village talking about it."
"Whether the disease has been cured or not, I'm not sure yet. We won't know until these three days." After Chen Fan picked through the blisters in Du Qian's hands one by one, he walked to the back room and took out a can of black water.
Ointment, said: "Here, let my brother apply the ointment on you."
Seeing the jar of ointment in Chen Fan's hand, Du Qian pouted and said, "Brother Chen Fan, can't you make it look better with this "Qian'er Tie"?"
Applying the ointment in the jar carefully to the blister on Du Qian's hand, Chen Fan said: "I also want to make this ointment more beautiful, but I haven't successfully developed it yet. When it is successful, I will
Let me tell you as soon as possible."
Speaking of which, this "Qian'er Tie" is an ointment specially developed by Chen Fan for Du Qian to roast sweet potatoes for him.
It took Chen Fan a lot of effort to successfully develop this ointment, and because it was specially prepared for Du Qian, it was named "Qian'er Tie".
Chen Fan even had his grandfather praise him for a long time because of this ointment.
The sunshine in early autumn is soft and gentle, no longer as angry and daunting as in the hot summer.
"It's so ugly!" Du Qian looked at the ointment on her hand and pouted.
Chen Fan gently patted Du Qian's head and said dotingly: "Silly girl, it's not like you don't know the effect of this ointment. When you take a shower tonight, just wash the ointment off your hands. It won't leave any
scar."
"People know it." Du Qian stuck out her little tongue and said.
Putting away the ointment, Chen Fan picked up the roasted sweet potato on the table and said, "Here, let's share one piece each, so as to reward you for your hard work today."
"Hmm!" Du Qian pointed to a smaller roasted sweet potato and said, "But I want this one."
"OK!"
After pulling off the skin of the sweet potato, a strong fragrance of sweet potato spread throughout the room, making people salivate. After swallowing, Chen Fan said: "Xiaoqian, your technique of roasting sweet potatoes has improved again."
"Of course, this roasted sweet potato took me a long time." Du Qian said proudly.
The two of them just started eating in the house. Du Qian's skill in roasting sweet potatoes was really good, the ripeness was just right, and the sweet potatoes she picked were the best ones. They tasted really good.
Chen Fan devoured the sweet potato in his hand in just a few gulps, leaving only the skin on the ground. Looking at Du Qian next to him who was still eating bit by bit, Chen Fan
Some pranks were played.
"Xiao Qian, you eat so slowly, just ask your brother to help you eat something!" After saying this, Chen Fan pulled out half of the sweet potato from Du Qian's hand, put it directly into his mouth and started eating it.
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"Disgusting!" Du Qian spat when she saw this.
"Xiaoqian's roasted sweet potatoes are still delicious. It would be nice if there were more." Chen Fan sighed as his tongue was still savoring the aroma of the roasted sweet potatoes.
"Brother Chen Fan, if you like it, I'll bake it for you tomorrow." Du Qian had already wiped out the sweet potatoes in her hands.
"Don't!" Chen Fan quickly shook his head and said, "If you do this often, Uncle Du might find out about it."
"Brother Chen Fan, don't worry. It's just a few sweet potatoes missing. Even if dad finds out, he won't blame me." Du Qian patted her chest and said.
Chen Fan said: "Silly girl, these sweet potatoes are also obtained by Uncle Du's hard work in the fields. Just eat them. Don't do this often."
Chen Fan knows that Du Qian is very kind to him, but in this small mountain village, everything is the result of the hard work of the villagers. Even if he likes to eat roasted sweet potatoes, he cannot let Du Qian often steal the sweet potatoes from home.
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Du Qian said reluctantly: "Okay then, I'll get it in a few days."
Chen Fan smiled, and then began to clean up the floor. If grandpa came back and saw the sweet potato peels here, he would definitely talk about himself again.
Looking at Chen Fan who had already cleaned the floor and put the broom back in its place, Du Qian then said: "Brother Chen Fan, are you going to leave when your university admission notice comes?"
"It's possible!" Chen Fan didn't care about which university he was admitted to. What he cared about was, what would his grandfather do if he really went to university?
There is also the issue of tuition fees. Although grandpa is a doctor in this village, he can't make much money in a year as a doctor in this small mountain village.
"Brother Chen Fan, please don't leave, okay?" Du Qian pulled Chen Fan's clothes, her eyes started to turn red.
Chen Fan wiped the tears from Du Qian's eyes with his fingers and said, "Silly girl, don't cry, haven't I left yet? Not to mention whether I can afford to go to college is still a problem."
Hearing what Chen Fan said, Du Qian stopped crying and said, "Brother Chen Fan, I want to hear you play the flute."
"Okay, then I will play a song for you, brother, as a thank you gift for giving me roasted sweet potatoes." Chen Fan took out the green bamboo flute hanging around his waist that was rarely left behind, and started playing.
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Speaking of this bamboo flute, it was a birthday gift given to him by his grandfather when he was ten years old. Chen Fan also liked the green bamboo flute very much. From then on, Chen Fan started to learn to play the flute.
Thanks to his talent, intelligence and hard work, his flute skills have now reached a master level.
The beautiful and sweet sound of the flute came from the bamboo flute played by Chen Fan. The sound of the flute was continuous, long and quiet, crisp and quiet...
Du Qian on the side was also deeply fascinated by the beautiful and melodious sound of the flute, and looked at Chen Fan infatuatedly...