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Deer and her deskmate made an appointment to go to the bookstore. After picking out several novels, they went to the sweet fruit shop on the corner to buy fruit cakes and orange juice. Grandma gave her a reward because winter vacation homework finished it well.
After being separated from my deskmate in the alley, I went back to my home. When the sun sets, the deer can see the smoke rising from the old red walls and blue tiles, just like the temperature rising slowly in February in a small town, climbing up the wall. The alley is filled with the smell of fireworks, and the years are cooked by water, perhaps with the flour of the owner, slowly expanding in the steamer; Perhaps it is mixed in the fragrance of gardenia in Xijia yard, and it is long day and night.
"Grandma, what did you cook delicious today?" The deer bounced home, and without putting down the cloth bag, it was led to the kitchen by the smell.
"Today, I ate spicy crab, braised pork ribs, stir-fried green beans and corn sparerib soup. Today, your grandfather Li went out to kelp and returned a few baskets of crabs. You should wash your hands quickly." Grandma smiled and said, "This corn was sent by the newly moved gentleman next door. Strangely speaking, the yard next door has been empty for so many years, but today it has quietly moved to a family."
"Next door? Grandma, I'll go and see. " The deer's curiosity will kill the cat.
"Say, and so on. People sent us corn, and you sent a plate of spicy crabs to the house next door. " This is how grandma reciprocates her temper.
The deer ran to the door of the yard next door with a dish of spicy crabs. It was not dark yet. The deer took the opportunity to look at the yard and found that the painted azure wooden door was closed, and there was a bronze wind chime hanging in the upper left corner of the wooden door. The deer fell in love with this wind chime at once, and it always felt like a very kind thing.
"Meow ~" Deer's heart was held by bronze wind chimes, and suddenly she felt an itch on her ankle. When she looked down, she found a small milky dumplings rubbing against herself.
"Wow, so cute." The deer's heart softened, holding the spicy crab carefully, squatted down and touched the soft hair on the head of the little dumpling with his hand. "Do you want to eat crabs?"
"Squeak" the wooden door opened, and the deer thought about grandma's instructions. She was sending something to others, so she stood up quickly and secretly hid the hand that touched the dumplings behind her.
The person opposite seems to have been teased by the deer, and he chuckled. His voice is like the wind in the fog, ups and downs, with a little coolness.
The deer felt embarrassed, and it was only when he wanted to explain a few words that he saw that the person opposite was actually a white-robed man he met at the bridge in January. "Hey, is that you?"
"Long time no see." The man replied with a smile, and the smile floating under his eyes reflected the corner of the west, shining brightly.
"What a coincidence. Thank you for sending us the corn. " The joy in the deer's heart is like a bubble of ice-cold soda, which can't be stopped.
"I'm glad you like it." The low voice sounded in the air, which was especially nice.
The deer had never heard such a beautiful voice before, and suddenly looked at the man aphasia. When she found that the man was looking at her seriously, the deer just reacted and handed out the plate. "Well, this is the spicy crab made by my grandmother. It's delicious. Remember to eat while it's hot! " A porcelain bowl with blue and white branches is held in the white palm, and the smell of crabs in the bowl permeates around, causing the dumplings to "meow".
"good." You're welcome, the man took the porcelain bowl.
"Is this dumpling yours? So cute! " The deer asked and squatted down, teasing the dumplings.
"Well, if you like it, you can come here often." As soon as the wind blew, the words followed the wind through the deer's hair temples, entered the deer's ears, and quietly fell into the deer's collision with the center of the earth.
"Deer, come back for dinner."
"Hey, it's coming." The deer answered her grandmother, got up and said, "I'll go back to dinner first. My grandmother called me. See you tomorrow."
The man in a white robe watched the deer until she jumped into the house and then turned around and walked in. The Huangmei trees in the corner of the yard are more and more lush, and you can't see the coldness of winter.
The alley is filled with the smell of fireworks. Every inch of time is cooked by water, and the flour of the owner is slowly expanding in the steamer.
The deer came home and lay in bed after a full meal, looking at the blue curtain, suddenly remembering her dream and thinking about how to ask the new neighbor tomorrow.
The deer thought like this, looked at her busy figure under the lamp and fell asleep.
The light in the next room is still on, and the man has changed his home uniform and leaned against the wall. His skinny fingers have lightly buckled the book in his hand. A little smile between the eyebrows, I don't know if it's a little character in the book or a deer that suddenly blushes today.
The air outside the wooden window is cool, and the smell of the land is mixed with the fragrance of gardenia in the yard, which lasts day and night.