I kept running into acquaintances on my way here and there.
Say hello.
We finally arrived at the commune-run restaurant.
Aunt He sat down in a seat facing the side by the door.
Organize the bags in the basket.
Not long after, someone arrived: "Are you Sister He? Old Xi asked me to come and get some things."
Aunt He looked up and saw a middle-aged man with very short hair standing in front of her.
Looking closely, I don't even recognize myself.
Remembering what her man had told her, she asked, "Hey bro, what's your name?"
The man chuckled, "Old He is still as funny as ever. My surname is Shen. Sister-in-law, just call me brother."
It matches up.
Aunt He nodded.
Her husband, Lao He, had asked her to deliver sorghum rice to the brother surnamed Shen.
Aunt He chuckled and pushed the basket of sorghum rice towards the man: "That's right, brother, it's for you."
Here, take this. Old Xi specially picked out the best for you. Try it; we grew it ourselves. It tastes great.
If you like it, tell Lao Xi next time!
The man didn't open it to look.
Pack up the bags and baskets.
He picked up his things and said to Aunt He, "Alright, Sister-in-law He, I'll be going now, thanks!"
After saying that, he picked up his things and left.
Then there was someone who kept following him.
After delivering the items, Aunt He went home.
The son and daughter-in-law went to work in the fields.
Only my grandson and granddaughter are at home.
She wasn't entirely at ease.
The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became, and the faster I walked home.
I don't know why, but I feel uneasy and anxious.
When she got home, Aunt He suddenly felt dizzy.
Her front door was open, but no one was home.
A huge hole was dug in her newly tidied vegetable garden.
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