“人啊,你对他真心,他难道就丧良心,回应你狼心?我想不可能!”这句话是爷爷常挂嘴边的口头禅。那年,爷爷养的牛下了犊子,秋收后长得欢实,就赶集去卖牛。天擦黑,爷爷踩着落山的火烧云,哼着小调掂半截缰绳回来了。牛卖了?卖了。钱呢?没有。一家人一听全都愣住了。爷爷不理会我们的讶异,悠然自得地喝着端来的稀饭,气定神闲地说:“山后的老陈,原本是走亲戚,路过牛马市就闲逛看看,一眼就相中了咱的牛 ”Man, ah, you really treat him, he would not mind, in response to your heart? I can not!“ This sentence is my grandfather often lips mantra. That year, my grandfather raised the calf under the cow, after the Harvest harvest grows lively, it is time to sell to sell cattle. Scratched the sky, my grandfather stepping on the clouds of the burning fire, humming a tune 掂 half the reins came back. Sold by the ox? Money? No. The whole family was shocked. Grandpa ignores our surprise, leisurely drinking porridge, calmly said: ”behind the mountain of old Chen, had to go relatives, passing through the horse market to see, a look at the phase of our Cow