Chapter 85 Chapter Twenty Two

At noon in the summer, Little Brown went to Zhao Zhengzheng to return the car keys.Zhao Zhengzheng was taking a nap, lying on the table, still drooling.The summer in Hangzhou is hot, no less than that in Yunnan.Little Brown stared blankly at Zhao Zhengzheng's sleeping appearance for a while, and thought it was funny, so he reached out and pinched her small pointed nose. Stopped and shouted: "What are you doing? You can't change your hooligan accent!" Little Brown was also scolded by these Hangzhou girls as "hooligans". He had a thick skin and was not angry. He wrapped the car key around his finger a few times before throwing it out.With a heavy sound, he threw it in front of Zhao Zhengzheng accurately, and said with a smile on his face, "I won't serve you, you rascal."

Zhao Zhengzheng hadn't fully woken up from his drowsiness, so after listening to Little Brown's words, he said, "Don't talk nonsense, I still have something to interrogate you, please sit down for me." Not only did Little Brown not sit down, but he walked to the door and said, "I told you, I won't serve you anymore, and I can't bear to serve you, an aunt like you. Goodbye." Only then did Zhao Zhengzheng wake up, he closed the door all of a sudden, and asked with a dark face, "Don't just leave like that, tell me clearly, is your surname Luo or Hang?"

Little Brown was stunned for a moment. On such a hot day, his back felt cold for a while, his mouth was half-opened, and he couldn't say a word for a while.It was also a desperate situation, and he suddenly pointed at Zhao Zhengzheng's nose and shouted: "You asked me, and I asked you, did you smash Mr. Chen to death with a big samovar!" This question hit the nail on the head, and Zhao Zhengzheng was stunned for a moment, her pretty facial features twisted terribly, and after a while, she said, "Who did you listen to?" "Everyone says that, everyone says it's you."

"I'm not alone! I'm not alone!" Zhao Zhengzheng suddenly cried out softly.Little Brown looked at her. Until now, he really believed that the samovar incident was not a legend. He read the truth from Zhao Zhengzheng's face.Zhao Zhengzheng seemed to see Little Brown's expression clearly at the moment, she suddenly changed her tone and said, "So what if you kill him, a granite head, if you kill him, you kill him, what do you want to do?" . "I don't want to do anything, I just want to figure out what the woman I saved is!" Little Brown was about to leave, just as he was holding the doorknob, Zhao Zhengzheng stopped him: "Robron, you think I didn't know that you hit me? Tell me, did you hit me?"

Little Brown suddenly bled up, turned around and yelled at Zhao Zhengzheng: "I hit you, how about it, why don't you smash me to death with a big samovar? I'm waiting, come on!" Ah, hit me on the head!" He pointed to his head with one finger, and he pushed his head towards Zhao Zhengzheng, forcing Zhao Zhengzheng into a corner.The two of them gasped for breath. After a while, Zhao Zhengzheng suddenly said: "I want to smash you, I have already smashed it, Wu Kun asked me how many times, I have saved you. There is also Weng Caicha, this Ah Xiang, she also said that you are not a good person, what does she have to do with you, how did she know you?"

Only then did Little Brown let go of his hands. He didn't expect it to be so difficult to leave Zhao Zhengzheng.He said: "Zhao Zhengzheng, you can't beat people anymore. You will be punished by the gods. When that day comes, I, Little Brown, will not be able to save you. Do you understand?" Saying that, he opened the door all of a sudden, what a coincidence, Weng Caicha bumped into him in a daze.She stared at him blankly, then suddenly pointed at his nose and shouted, "You really work for her!" Little Brown bumped her away, said, "Get out of here!" and walked away, he was so tired of it, what kind of women these are!

Weng Caicha was puzzled, walked in and said, "Zhengzheng is the one you really use, he is that person, Wu Kun specially asked me to identify it, I didn't expect it was him!" As soon as Weng Caicha mentioned Wu Kun's name, Zhao Zhengzheng became angry, and when she got angry, her temper flared up again: "Who do I want you to care about? What are you, and you are worthy to ask me? Get out of here." !" Monk Weng Caicha Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, he was scolded twice in a minute, couldn't help screaming, covered his face and rushed out, leaving Zhao Zhengzheng trembling in the room and continued cursing: "What are you? Something? You deserve to ask me, what kind of thing are you?" She didn't know whether she was scolding Roblane or Weng Caicha.

Another farewell to Aiko.In fact, he never thought of saying goodbye to Xie Aiguang, the girl from Hangzhou broke his heart.But seeing her goodbye without saying hello at all, he felt that he had not fulfilled his responsibilities, after much deliberation, he went to find De Fang, and wanted to explain a few words to De Fang before leaving, and see his second uncle by the way .Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at Mapo Lane, I saw Defang and Aiguang in Defang's small room.They were writing something on the edge of the bed, each with a pen. On such a hot day, they closed the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and put a cover on the electric lights and pulled them down very low.Seeing Brown in the dark room, Aiguang felt a little embarrassed and said, "Uncle Brown, I blamed you wrongly, you have nothing to do with that Zhao Zhengzheng."

Look, he used to be called brother, but now he has to be called uncle. It's really uncomfortable to hear.Brown didn't answer her. He picked up the cattail fan on the bed and fanned it vigorously, scattering the paper all over the bed. Is it steamed?" As soon as he made a movement, the sound made Defang and Aiguang grab him in fright, and suppressed his voice and said, "Don't make noise, don't make noise, grandpa finally fell asleep, he These days I have a headache, and I can’t sleep well at night, so we dare not make any noise.” Brown picked up a piece of paper that flew in front of him, scratched it casually, and asked, "Who is this man named Su? Which faction?" Aiguang took it and said, "It's Socrates, not which faction." , is a foreigner. Don’t ask about these things, I heard that you are leaving?”

Brown was indeed about to leave Hangzhou, and his uncle soon fulfilled his promise. He would serve as a counterpart of a Hangzhou tea factory to learn and support, and go to Luodian, Jinhua Huaxiang, the hinterland of central Zhejiang, to be responsible for purchasing jasmine flowers.But now hearing Aiko say that, he feels uncomfortable and a little sad. He is a Socratic foreigner. He knows that he can’t get in with what they say, and he can’t get in with what they write.Only half a year later, Ai Guang changed, her hair began to grow again, and there was a look of determination on her face, that kind of pitiful and helpless look was fading from her eyes.He knew that her changes had something to do with getting released.

Thinking of this, he pulled it away, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Nephew, I will entrust Aiguang to you. You must be aware of everything you do. But I can't forgive you." His self-indulgent sentimentality made the two teenagers a little at a loss, and they couldn't help making a joke in their panic: "Why do you only talk about love, what should I do if something happens to me?" Brown hit Defang's head hard with a fan, and said, "I won't let you go if you want to go wrong!" His eyes were shining in the haze.The two teenagers looked at him and were very moved, but they didn't know how to talk to him.He laughed again, slapped his chest with a swollen face, and said, "With your elder Uncle Brown here, what are you afraid of? Even if you are shot, I will rob you out of the execution ground!" well said!Defang yelled secretly, squatted down suddenly, took out the package of leaflets that he snatched back from under the bed a few days ago, and said solemnly: "Uncle Brown, I want to ask you one thing. This package of leaflets It's not easy to distribute the product in Hangzhou, and I'm worried about putting it here, for fear of implicating grandpa. You can see if you can take it to other places to distribute it, and you can distribute it however you want. This is me and Aiguang Thinking, we don't want to just let it get buried." Brown embraced the bag, full of enthusiasm, pulled out the Xiao stuck in the back of his waist, and handed it to them, saying: "I am also poor, my cousin, I have nothing else for you, you can keep this Xiao. Blow it when I think of me, Brown, and I'll hear it wherever I am..." I don't know what kind of emotion drove Defang to hug Brown suddenly. The room became darker, and the excitement surged secretly through the twilight. The eyes of the three young people were filled with life and death. tears... Luodian is not far from the urban area, and the flowers collected every day are collected by Brown and sent to the tea factory in the urban area.This process is also the process of learning how to make jasmine tea.Hangzhou also produces jasmine, and the factory also plans to produce scented tea.But when the exercise came, all plans were in vain.This time he was able to come here, thanks to his uncle's great efforts.It was also my uncle's apprentice who was doing well in the rebel organization, so I gave the master some face and sent out a "wild" Hang Brown who can be used everywhere but can't be used seriously. In eastern and central Zhejiang, fighting is escalating day by day, and Jinhua's faction fights like fire like tea.Even so, when the flowers are in season, they have to control themselves to bloom like fire and tea.Since the tea factory has not reached the point of complete shutdown, there are always people guarding the machine to do work.The road to deliver flowers is very unsafe, and there have been several accidents.Sometimes the road was blocked, and sometimes bullets flew out of the ears, which scared the girls who gave flowers to cry and scream, and the flowers fell into a ball, and they dared not send flowers to the city anymore. Withered in vain on the branches, how much heartache!As soon as Little Brown came, it was solved.He is not afraid, he always has a way to send all the flowers out, and it is even better here than in Hangzhou. Jinhua in the middle of Zhejiang, strangling Fujian and Jiangxi, controlling Kuocang, and Pinghang, have three thousand miles of water to the south, and fourteen prefectures in Jiangcheng. It is a good place for outstanding individuals.The historian Wu Han who wrote "Hai Jui Dismissed from Office" and became the harbinger of the criticism of the Cultural Revolution is a man from this land.Brown didn't read much, and he didn't have much interest in it, but he did have a real enthusiasm for the flowers here. This place is known as the flower town, which is divided into three categories: woody flowers, including bauhinia, wintersweet, manstaff, bergamot, jasmine, fresh flowers, white orchids, etc. Herbal flowers include orchids, lotus, lilies, Violet, etc. Bonsai flowers include June Snow, Shitong, Podocarpus, Mountain Ballast, Zizang, etc. Scented tea is also a must in China.The nature of tea is easy to be stained, and the tea leaves are cellared with fragrant flowers, and the fragrance of flowers is absorbed by the tea, and it becomes scented tea.Americans add lemon essence to iced tea, and Vietnamese grind lotus pistils into powder and mix them into tea leaves. Those are not Chinese scented teas. The earliest records of custom-made scented tea can be found in the Southern Song Dynasty.A man named Zhao Xique wrote a book "Tiaoman Leibian", which specifically talked about the method of making lotus tea. Put a pinch of fine tea in it, tie it loosely with a hemp rope, and let it sit overnight.Pour it out the next morning, wrap it in paper and bake it.This is repeated three times, and finally it is dried and used again. It is really delicious.He also said: When the flowers are in bloom, pick off the ones that are about to bloom, and use the ratio of one to three to match the tea.In the porcelain pot, put a layer of tea and a layer of flowers until it is full, then tie it with paper sticks and put it into the pot, boil the soup in a separate pot, take it out, let it cool, seal it with paper, and then put it on the fire to dry .These records can also be said to be the prototype of the custom-made craft of Chinese scented tea. It should be said that the real mass production of scented tea was only a matter of more than a hundred years ago, centered in Fuzhou and Suzhou.Beijingers love to drink scented tea, which is called Xiangpian.Over the past few decades, scented tea has also begun to be produced in East China, Central China and South China.Yunnan, where Little Brown lives, mainly produces pressed tea and black tea, so scented tea is really a very new thing for him.So far, all he has seen is jasmine tea, like white orchid tea, pearl orchid tea, and other fresh flowers, osmanthus, roses, and even smoked flowers, which can be made into tea.The flower-picking period is divided into three seasons: moldy flowers, from human mold to mildew; Fuhua, flowers picked in dog days; autumn flowers, flowers picked in autumn; Brown is where dog days go, it is during the flower flood period, the flowering period is short, and the flowers are produced But it is the most, accounting for almost half of the annual flower volume. Brown is a public lover, and the girls picking flowers in the flower field shouted when they saw Brown: So many radishes squeezed a piece of meat!So many radishes squeezed a piece of meat!At first Brown didn't understand what it meant, but then he realized that the girls were carrots and he was meat.He was happy, he was born the kind of meat that likes to be squeezed into a turnip.The girls in Hangzhou broke his heart, but now he is healed, the old ones are gone, and the new ones are here, and the girls in Jinhua are here, and they arrive with flowers.While helping them pick flowers, he said nonsense: "I am the working class sent by the top to manage you. I am the big brother. You all have to listen to me. From now on, don't talk to me about this or that." Because I am an ethnic minority, regardless of which faction you Han people belong to, Chairman Mao has instructed you not to let us ethnic minorities participate in your affairs." Rural girls, after all, are more honest, and they are really blinded by his nonsense top instructions.They all opened their eyes wide and watched him nose to nose, wondering what the difference was between the minority and them.They looked at him for a long time, a little disappointed, and said, "Why do you look like us?" Brown said nonsense again: "What do you know? When I first arrived in Hangzhou, I ate raw meat and slept in the yard at night. I usually don't even wear clothes, just wear a blanket. I can't speak Chinese either. But We ethnic minorities are very smart, we can sing any song in any mountain, you see, I can do everything now, except I can’t participate in party battles.” A girl who had gone to junior high school and had seen some of the world asked suspiciously, "According to what you said, didn't you become a Tibetan serf?" "You know what, Tibetan serfs can't wear clothes, I don't like to wear clothes. We in Xishuangbanna are very comfortable. The people there live like gods. No one has ever died of freezing or starving. Because In our place, chopsticks sprout. When you’re hungry, you stretch out your hand and pick a bunch of bananas. When you’re full, you go to sleep. If you want to sing, sing.” He looked at those dark eyes, and couldn’t help repeating the old trick: “Why? So, listen to me sing a song from our place, okay?" The girls and sisters-in-law didn't even have the thought of picking jasmine for a while, clamoring to listen to their songs, only the junior high school girl asked vigilantly: "Your songs won't have Feng Zixiu, right? Songs are critical." "Little girl, step aside, listen obediently and don't talk, you know what Feng Zixiu is, huh? Feng, Zi, Xiu, there are three steps, one level is higher than the first level, we haven't even sealed it yet Well, we have primitive communism, communism, primitive, understand?" No one dared to say anything to Brown anymore. The Jinhua girls who picked flowers did not know what primitiveness was, but they still knew what communism was.But the country people are different from the city people. The city people only care about rebellion, they still get their monthly salary, and they always have food to eat.Country people, if they don't wait for the things in the ground to grow, they have to drink the northwest wind.Therefore, most of the women stayed in Humo, Tiantou.Except for the landlords and rich peasants in the fighting brigade and the small brigade, they had little possibility of participating in the larger storm of class struggle.With so much farm work to do, they couldn't send sex if they wanted to.I heard that there are songs to listen to, and they like it too.Little Brown first sang a Tujia folk song: The leek blossoms are fine and fluffy, If you love a man with a heart, don't be afraid of being poor. As long as the relationship between the two is good, Cold water brews tea slowly. He sang so well that everyone understood what he was singing, and some shy girls blushed.But those sisters-in-law were more courageous and asked: "You ethnic minorities are still allowed to sing such evil songs?" Brown didn't know what evil spirits were, but he guessed that it probably meant being indecent, so he nodded quickly and said, "All evil songs in our place are allowed to be sung." "Is it approved by Chairman Mao?" "Who else could it be if it wasn't him, old man Si Zhun?" Everyone was relieved and chattered: "Then you can't just sing tea, we are picking flowers, why don't you sing flowers?" "Why aren't they singing flowers? Leek flowers are fine and hairy. What are they not flowers?" "What kind of flower is that? Jasmine is the flower. Listen to us singing—" a bolder sister-in-law opened her mouth: What a jasmine, what a jasmine, the fragrance of the flowers in the garden is better than that. But it, I want to pick a flower and wear it, but I am afraid that the flower grower will scold me. Everyone agreed after listening to it, but I was worried that the song was not for ethnic minorities, and Chairman Mao did not approve it.Brown said: "Why didn't Chairman Mao approve it? Chairman Mao said on Da'anmen last year that good songs are easy to sing." The flower pickers really liked it, and they didn't want to discuss whether it was true or not, and they didn't want to investigate whether Brown was preaching a false edict.A woman sang a local folk song while picking lace: There is a Li Yousong in Lijiazhuang, who has an old-fashioned feudal ideology. Everyone laughed out loud after hearing this. They all knew that this folk song was very famous, but they didn't know that this song "Li Yousong" was sung at the World Youth Festival in 1957.I haven't sung for many years. Unexpectedly, Hang Brown came and everyone's excitement was lifted.A sister-in-law had a sudden whim, opened her throat and sang: Sola Solasilasi, my parents raised me to be eighteen years old, and the marriage is up to me. High-heeled shoes with zippers, hexagonal uranium storage bags, husband and wife to go Register, register and return with a smile. A group of women sang in the flowers, laughing so hard that they couldn't straighten their waists.Until the rural female educated youth suddenly said: "No, why do you still have high-heeled leather shoes with zippers here? Those are the four olds!" In the excitement of nostalgia, the elder sister-in-law got angry when she was refuted by the younger girl, and shouted: "We were talking about wearing high-heeled shoes at that time. It was Chairman Mao's Communist People's Government who told us to wear high-heeled leather shoes!" The little girl did not show weakness, and said, "Then why are the people in the city cutting off the heels of their high-heeled leather shoes now? All the heels of our aunt's leather shoes in the city have been chopped off." "That's because they didn't know that Chairman Mao had spoken. Hey, Comrade Hang, did Chairman Mao say that high-heeled leather shoes are easy to wear?" The sister-in-law was anxious to find the highest instruction to support herself.Brown thought about it, he couldn't push everything on Chairman Mao's head, in case it was exposed one day, it would be difficult to handle.With an idea, he pointed to the flowers in his hand and called, "Why are the flowers in my hand different from yours?" Everyone gathered around to look at it, chattering in unison: "This one has a single petal, that one has a double petal, of course they are different." It turns out that this single-petal flower, also called pointed jasmine, is a local product.The double petals are excellent flower species introduced from Guangdong. One blooms at six or seven o'clock in the evening, and the other opens at eight or nine o'clock in the evening.A girl looked at the flowers in Brown's hand and yelled: "Why are you picking them so carelessly? Why didn't you stay after spending so much time?" It turns out that picking flowers and picking tea is like learning.Jasmine flowers like this kind of custom-made scented tea are also very particular about picking standards.One is to be budding and open at night; the other is to have a large flower body with flowers, etc., and the flower stalk should be short without leaving a stem; the third is to have green buds and flowers, one has not opened and the other has opened If it has passed, it must not be mixed in; the fourth is the picking time, after two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the quality of the flowers at this time is the best. Brown watched the dexterous hands of the girls fluttering among the flowers. The tips of the index fingers and thumbs clamped the flower stalks, the palms were tilted upwards, and the two nails pressed hard. With a light pinch, the flower buds fell off the stalks.The weather is hot, and the flower stalks are tough. The girls have already sprayed them with water two hours before picking them.At this moment, they have finished picking today's flowers, and they went through the inspection again as usual to pick all the buds that have just matured again, so as not to bloom tomorrow, which will be useless. After picking the flowers, Brown took the girls and a bunch of bicycles to the city.On the back seat of the car, two hardwood poles were used to reinforce the earrings of the two flower baskets and fixed on the load frame.One ventilator is placed on each flower basket, and a layer of gauze is also covered on the flower basket.Brown led the team and said with emotion: "Sending flowers to tea is like marrying off your daughter." The women laughed again and said, "You just know. The flower who just let go of her heart is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with yellow flowers. She married to Cha, and suffered a lot!" Brown didn't understand what was wrong, so everyone laughed again and said, "You are here to learn how to make scented tea. You can go to the factory and you will understand. Tea is not a good man. You need three flowery women in a day. After using it, it was thrown away, poor thing, you can find out after going to see it!" I don’t know if it’s because Brown led the team, or because they were so aggressive all the way, they finally overwhelmed the rebels who were fighting to block the intersection. In short, they were safe on the way to send flowers, and they were stopped several times. Hearing that Hua'er couldn't wait, they went up and overturned two baskets, and saw that there were no guns, ammunition and grenades in them, so they let them go.In this way, for half a month, Brown was in the flower field, fighting with the girls, singing ditties, and making up some top instructions, but no one came to expose him. Sometimes, after delivering the flowers, Little Brown stayed in the factory to help learn how to make scented tea. Brown is a young man who is willing to work hard. He first learns to lay out the flower layers, so that he can still have the opportunity to meet the flower picking girls he has been very attached to every day.As soon as the flowers arrive, they are spread out to dry, piled up, turned and screened, and they are very busy.Then take tea and flowers to match, mix and put.This is a tiring and happy job, and it must be completed within thirty to fifty minutes.He can breathe a sigh of relief after making a bouquet.They were piled in a circle made of bamboo, Brown thought, and they were finally sent to the bridal chamber.Thinking of those flowers are shrinking rapidly, but their tea man is getting more and more energetic, damn it!He just patted that round bun lovingly, your life is really better than others. The next day was tiring work again, and the bridal chamber was spent overnight, and the flowers were too old to die, so they had to be screened out.Then the tea had to be married to the newlyweds twice again, and it was baked and picked again. In the end, the flowers were always sucked up and thrown aside, but the tea became more and more fragrant and more fragrant. Pretty.Before the final boxing, some dried flowers have to be sprinkled like MSG when cooking.A cup of scented tea, one or two white jasmine flowers, think about it, how beautiful it is.Brown now drinks scented tea every day, and he feels sorry for the girls who pick flowers if he doesn't drink it. Most of the nights, little Brown slept in the thatched shed next to the flower field. When the dew fell in the middle of the night, little Brown opened his eyes and saw the long rectangular piece of glass exposed on the cover of the thatched shed. The skylight is like a train ticket studded with stars.Whenever this happens, he thinks of the big tea tree in the distance, and his father who is nearby.Rowley's labor camp is not far from here, but he has never had time to visit him.The flower season has not passed, and Little Brown can't leave here for a day. The task that had to be released to him could not be completed.Little Brown never took out the promotional material in the military bag embroidered with serving the people, he only knew that it was specifically to scold Wu Kun.Wu Kun is in the provincial capital, a long way from here, Little Brown thought simply.The military bag was under his pillow, and if the papers were not distributed, they would be crushed and crumpled. Before picking the flowers in the afternoon, Little Brown took out the paper and stuffed it quietly into the girls' flower baskets, and it was finished within two days.These paper flower-picking girls don't want to look at them. They are sent all the way to the tea factory in the city, and then poured into the pile of flowers. At this time, Little Brown carefully picks them out and puts them on those desks and in the reception room. , at the gate, and sometimes thrown in the pockets of passing bicycles.He felt that this matter was too simple, what kind of matter was it, and it was worth the tears in their eyes. He gradually got used to this kind of life accompanied by flowers and tea.These things that grow from the land and the forest have an indescribable tacit understanding with him, because he thought he was originally born from the land and the forest.But such days will not last long. After half a month, something went wrong, and a few men began to appear in the jasmine field.As soon as they arrived, the flower-picking women no longer dared to sing folk songs, and each of them worked with their heads down, very obedient.Brown has never read it, but his and Jia Baoyu's views are surprisingly similar: Baoyu believes that men are made of mud and women are made of water.Brown believes that men are better than women, and women are better than men.He understands that he can't generalize. Although Caicha and Zhao Zhengzheng are both big rebels, he still believes that men are mainly rebelling now, and it's better for women not to rebel.His way of life and habits, everything is against the rebellion.For example, if a few men came to the field, he would not be able to sing.Hello woman, bit the root of his ear and whispered to him to go away, these men are here to investigate his reactionary words and deeds.In the past half month, Brown has made up many quotations from Chairman Mao and sung evil folk songs, even he himself does not know.It seems that someone still told him the secret. The junior high school girl also came over and whispered to him, asking him if he knew what these men were here to investigate?Brown shook his head, the expression on his face indicating that he already knew the whole story.The girl said: "You sent those leaflets. Others didn't see it, but I saw it." "Just check it out, it's nothing special." "It's said to be a reactionary leaflet, and I'm investigating the person who wrote it. If you don't leave, you'll be caught, and you'll be shot if you don't make it!" This is really a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and the giggling little Brown never thought that he would have this day.What should he do now?He can't go back to Hangzhou, that's throwing himself into a trap, and he can't leave this mess to uncle, how much he has worried about him.He also couldn't see his father, who was close by. His father was bad enough, and he couldn't make him worse. Just like that, he was lying in the shack, looking at the train ticket with stars, and suddenly sat up, thinking: It's time to go! I really can't bear to part with those fragrant Jiangnan women among the snow-white flowers.Brown had no choice but to grit his teeth and leave them. Until then, he couldn't leave without saying goodbye. He squatted among the flowers and said goodbye to those hardcore girls and sisters-in-law.The flowers rubbed against his face, and the fragrance rushed over him. He held a few banknotes in sweaty hands, folded them and spread them out, and kept saying, "Don't worry, I'll give them to you as soon as I get back to Yunnan." Send the money." It turned out that he still had the ability to borrow travel expenses from these poor country women.Those Jinhua women who picked flowers who sang with him looked at the wet banknotes and asked distressedly: "Did you remember your address clearly? Don't go there and you won't be able to send money back to Yunnan!" Little Brown was in a hurry, so he wanted to return the money to them again, and said, "Am I such a person? Then, can I still sing those songs for you?" The women immediately became generous, and stuffed the bad money on Little Brown, saying: "Run, you troublemaker, go back to your ethnic minorities, and don't come to us Han people to pinch your hands." Run away!" At night, the junior high school girl picking flowers quietly sent Brown out of Xiaohetou, and gave him a letter, saying: "Go to Guoqing Temple and ask, and you will definitely find my cousin." , give this letter to him, and he will help you. There are many mountains and mountains there, and it is not easy to arrest you if they want to." It turns out that Little Brown is also smart. He said that he is going back to Yunnan, but in fact he is still in the old place.But the girl's words made him excited, and Little Brown's heart seemed to return to the big tea tree.He knew that the women under the big tea tree would be so loyal to him, but where is this place?Girl picking flowers, why are you so nice to me! The jasmine flowers were just about to bloom under the starry night, and each one was like stars paving the ground. Both he and she shed tears.This is the fate of flowers, how short and fragrant...