The afternoon sun poured into the living room through the window, and Alice pushed open the door with the brewed black tea and some hand-made snacks, and saw that Xiwen was lying on the chaise longue, enjoying the warmth poured on her body. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hearing the chuckle in his ears, Xiwen turned his head sideways, looked at Alice, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"You know what you look like now, like an old man, lounging here in the sun. Alice said as she prepared tea and snacks for Xiwen. Xiwen listened thoughtfully for a moment, "Old woman, are the afternoon tea and refreshments ready, hurry up." "Dead ghost, come by yourself. ”

"Come with me to Hermione's house?"

Alice put the pastry in Siwen's mouth, smiled but didn't say anything, and Siwen didn't continue the topic. Tasting the dim sum in his mouth that was so familiar that he could reproduce almost every trace of structure, and looking at Alice, who was the only one who stood by his side forever in the long history, Xiwen felt that he should be very satisfied.

"What gift are you going to bring with you to your little girlfriend?" asked Alice, packing up the tea set

"Well-I think, a puff tower would be fine~ I'll do it myself, and you'll be in charge of tasting it. ”

"There is a beautiful woman in the peerless generation, living in the hollow valley. But when I saw the new man laughing, I heard the old man crying. The pink cheeks are yellow and old, the eyebrows are often wrinkled, the heart is broken, and the liver and intestines are broken." Alice made a weeping appearance and hid her face with her hands. Xiwen's head instantly removed a large tic-tac-toe and three vertical black lines.

"In that case-beloved sister Alice, do you want us to have an in-depth exchange of feelings?" Xiwen suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his back after saying it casually-"Calm down, Alice, calm down-"

Alice gracefully closed the door and left, leaving a certain Siwen on all fours, and the leg on the chaise longue swayed from time to time with the swaying of the chaise longe. Shaking his head depressedly, he was obviously a little carried away recently, and he actually dared to tease Alice, hey, isn't it good to live-

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Hermione and her mother returned to their door, and her mother looked around a little nervously, then walked home with the box in one hand and Hermione's small hand in the other.

"Dad, I'm back~" Hermione took two quick steps with a little excitement and patted on the door of her house. Then Hermione suddenly remembered what her mother had said at the train station, oh, I forgot, my father had an emergency visit to the clinic today—

But the door opened, and Mr. Granger picked up his daughter, "Oh, my Jane has grown a lot taller." Did you miss me?" Also, I've grown up, don't call me Jane all the time. "Good, good, my little Hermione has grown up. And Mr. Granger, like Mrs. Granger, kept a vigilant eye on the wind outside, although the tiredness in his eyes was diluted by the arrival of his daughter.

Watching his daughter return to her room, Mr. Granger let out a sigh of relief, looked at his wife and asked, "How's it going? We, we can't fight those people. ”

Mr. Granger hugged his wife tightly, "I don't believe that the German bomber fleet of 50 years ago could not erase the people here, this place was built little by little from the ruins, full of indomitable and perseverance, why is it now, for the sake of those rich people's villas, for this kind of thing to drive us away." ”

Madame Granger laughed suddenly, "Oh, dear, I think you seem to have forgotten one thing—you're French." Where did you get such a strong sense of belonging to the land?" Mr. Granger looked embarrassed, and his resolute and resolute expression just now seemed to become a little distorted, and he looked at Mrs. Granger and tilted his head, "Honey, don't say such demoralizing words, okay?"

Little Hermione, who had returned to her boudoir, did not know the conversation of her parents downstairs, and she rolled a few times in her small bed, straightening out the tiredness and fatigue brought by the train, and suddenly thought of the arrival of Siwen not long after, and her face turned slightly red. Stupid Siwen - Little Lori rolled a few times and put the pillow on her face.

In the evening, when Hermione was about to help her mother prepare dinner, she was pushed away from the kitchen by her mother, after all, for children, the kitchen full of knives, high temperatures, and sharp weapons is still very dangerous, little Lori pouted, and ran to the yard with a dada, "Dad, where are you?"

"Oh, Jane, I'm here in the pantry. A muffled voice came.

"Ahem, cough, it's so choking. The storage room was full of dust, and it flew as Mr. Granger cleaned up, and although the little Lori who came in covered her mouth and nose in time, she still couldn't help coughing.

"What's this big box?" Hermione pointed to the box that was pressed down at the bottom, but stood on tiptoe with wooden blocks, looking very well protected.

"This—" Mr. Granger seemed a little confused, gently stroking the box, stroking the delicate patterns on it, his subconscious told himself that this was a very important thing, not referring to the inside, but referring to the meaning of the box itself, but no matter how he recalled, he could only recall a blank white mist, in which was a very unreasonable woman, quarrels, beatings and pain.

"It's just a suitcase with things in it when we moved from France. Granger removed the weight from it, and when the dust had subsided, he opened the box, which showed that there was not a single damp, moldy, or dusty inside, indicating that it was a great box.

"Wait, that's—" Hermione's eyes widened as she looked at a cute little box with the most popular back-to-future time machine of the era, "Time capsule? Oh my gosh? Father, is that mine?" Hermione had a hard time remembering when she was five years old or before, after all, it was hard for a child to remember forever.

"Oh yes, how's that, want to see memories of your time in France, my little girl?" Mr. Granger pulled out the time capsule and handed it to Hermione.

The box was very light, there didn't seem to be anything inside, and it shook slightly, but there was only a small amount of things making a rattling sound. Hermione held the box and gently stroked it with her hand, she couldn't remember what was inside, but the feelings in her heart told her that it was the most cherished memory of her life.