Old Zengtou's house.

"This house is quite tasteful. Madrigal looked around as she took off her mud-stained cloth shoes.

"Of course, this old ghost is alone at home all day long, and there is no one to accompany him, so he can only do these things to raise flowers and grow grasses to entertain himself. Old Yang Tou said.

Pastoral smiled, found a pair of black slippers and put them on, and walked straight in, the living room was magnificent, the boxy chandelier was embedded in the center of the ceiling, the dark blue plush sofa was spliced and crossed, and there was a pot of verdant broad-leaved grass next to the sofa, and the specific pastoral song could not be named, but it was well cared for, and there were not even yellowed leaves.

"Do you often come here as a guest?" Grandma Tan didn't have slippers, and stepped on her smooth little feet and came in.

"Little girl, you are so smart, you must not need to ask me, right?" Lao Yang Tou said, picked up a pair of slippers that were about the same size as Grandma Tan's feet, and threw them at Grandma Tan's feet with a "pop", "Don't go barefoot, what if it's cold in winter?"

After Lao Yang Tou finished speaking, he put on a meaningful expression of smiling and not smiling, lowered his head, laughed twice, dragged his slippers, and walked inside bulkyly.

"What do you mean, why did you get to that pig's head again?" Grandma Tan wondered.

She watched Lao Yang Tou turn into the bedroom where Lao Zengtou was resting, and still didn't think of what this old guy was chattering about.

"Inexplicable old man. Grandma Tan snorted in disdain, turned her head back, and the person behind her was like the heroine of "Titanic" Lose, reclining on the sofa and looking at Grandma Tan, but she was very comfortable.

"I kind of know why...... Grandma Tan held her forehead with one hand, looking helpless, "You are the same as when you arrive at your own home." ”

"I've never sat on a sofa before! It's such a comfortable thing!" Madrigal's eyes were shining, but after seeing Grandma Tan's expression, he hesitated to stand up.

"You're a man, why do you have to be so restricted even by such things?" thought madrigal.

He raised his waist and sat down steadily, the expression on his face was rare and gone, replaced by a serious look.

"Why do you look at me like that?" said Grandma Tan, "how can you still do such a rude thing so naturally." ”

"Do you think this is unreasonable?" Madrigal tugged in his heart for some reason, "I don't think so, I think deep down you don't think so, right?"

"In my family, this is rude behavior!" Grandma Tan seemed to remember the desolation when she was kicked off the sofa by her mother who was breastfeeding her brother after she had done all the housework, and her emotions became out of control, but she didn't want her vulnerable side to be exposed like this, especially in front of this stupid poet.

She cast her eyes on the small green bamboo on the stainless steel safety rack outside the windowsill, and choked up imperceptibly.

Pastoral Ge pursed her lips, threw away many forward-looking thoughts, and walked silently barefoot on the cool marble floor, approaching Grandma Tan.

Grandma Tan stroked her natural lying silkworm with her index finger, because there were fragile things that could fall quietly when she was unguarded, she was only a 16-year-old girl after all, after all, only 16 years old.

"Let's try it. Madrigal put his hands on Grandma Tan's shoulders, which were so skinny that people couldn't help but want to love and pity them wantonly.

"Try what?" said Grandma Tan, "I'm not interested in trying these things, and they don't belong to me." ”

"Did you just say anything to me at the time?" Madrigal whispered in Grandma Tan's ear, "I still remember the way you swore at that time. ”

"I—" Grandma Tan turned her head, but for the first time, she was shocked by the tall figure of this stupid poet.

"You want to become a rich man, right?" Madrigal smiled lovingly, "Then you have to learn to get used to this kind of enjoyment on the soft sofa first, right?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the couch and stopped talking.

"Don't say it. Grandma Tan stared at the sofa for a long time, and finally tilted her head out of the window again, "It's not my own, no matter how comfortable it is, it's torment."

"Why is it suffering?" Madrigal couldn't understand why Grandma Tan's expression was always different, "Can you tell me what's wrong with you?"

"Why are you so obsessed with this topic like a dog skin plaster?" said Grandma Tan, "I'm not fragile enough to confide in you. ”

Muge's eyelids drooped, and he turned his head and smiled bitterly, he really had no countermeasures, just silently walked to Grandma Tan's side, and the two stood side by side at the window, looking out with an expression as if they were looking at the sea from the deck of a 10,000-ton ship.

"You go back and sit on yours, why are you blowing the cold wind here with me..."Grandma Tan said, "I'm such a strange person, and you and I will become like this weird in the future." ”

"But I'm a man who likes strange things," said the madrigal, "and you know what? the day I met you was like the first time I met my poetry book, full of inexplicable stories. ”

Grandma Tan's dark brown eyes quietly shifted with interest, but her body did not move, "What kind of story? could it be more inexplicable than meeting me?"

"Do you believe in miracles?" said the madrigal.

"Miracles, are you nervous?" said Grandma Tan, "why do you keep saying things that make me want to give you?"

"I didn't lie to you! really!" Madrigal patted the gleaming wooden window, "The sky was like this, but it darkened for no reason, as if at night, the lights suddenly went out in the bright room, and I couldn't see my fingers..."

"So you're scared into the stupid way you look now?" said Grandma Tan.

"Oh, how is that possible!" Madrigal suddenly became anxious, "I'm not kidding!"

"You go on.." Grandma Tan looked at the pastoral debate, her face was red, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose.

Madrigal adjusted his breathing and steadied, "Where did I just go?"

"I can't see my fingers. Grandma Tan said.

"Oh yes. "Pastoral back on track," I couldn't see my fingers, I couldn't touch anything, even the soles of my feet seemed to be stepped on empty, just floating, I don't know how long it took, as if I had spent a lifetime, I was very scared, I was picking around, the black thing could be caught by me, this is what I said I didn't expect, so I tore desperately, until I was exhausted, and finally tore out a cut like the tip of a needle. ”

"And after that?" Grandma Tan did not fluctuate on the surface, but the slightly trembling pinna of her ears had already revealed her curiosity.

"After that," Madrigal smiled, "I took out this book of poems from there." ”