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Chapter 88 The Past Is Not Like Smoke

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    When Squad Leader Zhu said this, he got up and made a cup of tea. He himself seemed to be immersed in those happy childhood memories.  Chen Xiaofu, an urbanite who grew up in Shenzhen and was a daughter, was naturally dumbfounded when Squad Leader Zhu talked about the wildness of a country boy, and civilization returned to Shaanxi that year and that month¡ªtheir family  The three of them went back to their hometown in Shaanxi to visit their elderly grandpa and grandma. They lived there for two months. It didn¡¯t take long for Wen Wenming to get along with a few cousins, children from all over the world.  , doing mostly the same thing, nothing more than mischief.  Apart from fighting and fighting with them everywhere, Wenming also followed them to the farmland to dig sweet potatoes, and then secretly roasted and ate the sweet potatoes they dug.  When I think about it, I still feel that there is nothing more delicious than the sweet potatoes at that time.  Those days in my hometown are like a long but fresh memory.  Grandpa's family is in Xi'an, the capital of Shaanxi Province. Xi'an is a city with a long history and culture. In addition to the ancient city walls that have experienced thousands of years of wind and rain, the famous Big Wild Goose Pagoda, there are also various people who are free to write books and play the piano. Of course, there are countless  The terracotta warriors are well-known to everyone, but in the pictures of civilized memory, the most clear outlines are the grandfather, grandmother, father, and mother at that time.  Seven years ago, my grandparents passed away one after another. My grandfather liked to sing "Loess High Slope" to him in the Shaanxi dialect. My grandfather's shoulders were thin but firm and strong. Civilization sat on his shoulders, which felt solid and warm. When my grandfather was free, he held it in his mouth.  The pipe in the garden, the wisps of white smoke coming out, seem to be telling a story about the imperial city.  When grandma is free, she will teach Wenming to cut all kinds of beautiful window papers. She also takes Wenming to the Bell and Drum Tower to dance Yangko with a group of old grandmas.  As for his father and mother at that time, they seemed to have never been so leisurely. At dusk, each of them held Wen Wenming and walked on the streets of Xi'an¡ªselling sesame seed cakes!  What a crisp and clear cry, which spread from Xi'an more than ten years ago to the ears of Wenming who was in Shenzhen at this time.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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