咕咕咕……老张头家的芦花大公鸡一声啼叫,夜幕就被撕开了。门吱呀一响,老张头背起竹筐刚跨出院门,正在西厢房犄角酣睡的阿黄,便猛地蹿起,抖了下黄毛,撒欢儿追出。快到村头时,阿黄的耳朵竖起,直奔老槐树,然后又蹿回来咬着老张头的裤脚往前拖。槐树下躺着个婴儿,用一床旧被子紧紧裹着,里面还压着一张纸条。老张头是三代单传。到他这,虽说香没少烧, Cuckoo ... Old Zhang aloe loud roar crow, the night was ripped off. The door squeaks, the old head back bamboo basket just across the discharge gate, is sleeping in the West Wing horns sleepy Huang, then suddenly pounding, shake the yellow hair, Caesar chase out. Arrived at the village head, Ah Huang’s ear erected, went straight to the old acacia tree, and then 蹿 back to bite the head of the trousers forward drag. Under the tree lies a baby, wrapped tightly in an old quilt, which is also pressed with a note. Lao Zhang is the first generation of single biography. To him, although no less fragrant burning,