“春生,这可不中啊!你看这天部快仨月多没见滴落点儿水啦,一会你再和我去土地庙上拜拜吧!”春生爸站在自家9亩裂开口儿的麦地,眯眼看着天空,一边招呼蹲在地边水渠沿儿上抽闷烟的春生。“爹,不是我说您,这一段您都去土地庙跑了多少回了?这天还不是老样儿啊?昨天天气预报都说了,这个星期还是没雨,您就别折腾啦!”春生听他爹又要去土地庙拜神求雨,狠狠地将烟 “Spring, this is not ah! You see this part of the sky is almost no see drip a little bit of water, a while you and I go to the temple on the earth!” Spring Dad standing 9 acres of their own crack Opened the cornfield, squinting at the sky, while greeting squatting on the side drains along the child smoked smoke spring students. “Dad, I did not say you, how many times did you go back to the temple in this period? Is not that the same old day? Yesterday’s weather forecast said, this week is still no rain, you do not toss it! ”Spring students listen to his father and go to the temple to worship God, fiercely smoke