乌云从南面的天空急急地飞过来,眼看就到头顶上了,大老刘急忙抱起塑料布往麦场里跑,一年的收成,不能被雨水冲了。大老刘上了年纪,腿脚不便利了,跑一阵,走一阵,又喘几口气。电话响了。谁的电活?真是添乱。一看是儿子的,大老刘心里乐了,还是儿子好,跟老子亲,能打个电话问一下收麦的事。儿子大学毕业后,在城里工作,买了房子,成了家,有了孩子。“爷……”“哎……是孙子哟。”大老刘心里灌了蜜,劳累顿时全散了。 Dark clouds from the south sky quickly rushed over to see the top of the head, the big Liu hurriedly picked up the plastic sheeting ran to the wheat field, a year of harvest, can not be washed away by the rain. Lao Lao age, legs and feet inconvenience, and ran for a while, take a while, but also breath. the phone is ringing. Whose live electricity? Really chaos. A look at his son, the eldest Liu heart fun, or son is good, with Lao Zi pro, can call to ask about wheat harvest. After graduating from college, I worked in town, bought a house, became a home, and had a child. “Lord ...... ” “hey ... is the grandson of yo.” "Big old Liu heart irrigation honey, exhausted suddenly all loose.