Knock knock knock......

Today is the beginning of winter, and the cold wind outside is blowing as if it is celebrating, and there is no intention of resting for a while.

Madrigal pressed the mobile phone alarm clock on the bedside table, removed Grandma Tan's wanton white legs from her body, grabbed the coat hanging on the wall-mounted hook, and took out the familiar box from the coat pocket, the box was pink, and the wrapping paper on it was coated with Madrigal, who thought she was very beautiful, but in fact, Grandma Tan would see it and would directly split the rustic gold thread, he thought stupidly, with a silly smile on his face, stupidly like he had Down syndrome.

"In your heart, I may always be that stupid poet, maybe you wish I would always be that stupid poet......" Pastoral stroked Grandma Tan's well-defined face, the originally immature pretty face has now become charming and moving, full of charm, he was faintly proud, he was so clumsy and unbearable at the time, but in the end he somehow won Grandma Tan's heart, like a dream, like a dream, so he cherished this period of time, for ten years, he tried his best to fight, just to keep this dream alive, if he is in the inception, then what he hopes must be that he and Grandma Tan are hidden in the innermost layer of the dream, where time is equivalent to static, there is no passage of time, no birth, old age, sickness and death, no transversal changes。

Grandma Tan is very tired, it is very difficult to move when she is tired, she originally felt sorry for the light pajamas that had been scattered all over the bedroom last night and had accompanied her for a month or two, but when she got to the rising place, she didn't care about anything, as the saying goes, "Husband and wife are of the same heart, and their benefits are gold." They interpreted it perfectly, and in the end they lost not only the pajamas, but also a plain white bra, Grandma Tan's classic model.

"Pig's head ......" Grandma Tan leaned over to Muge's side, but the sound of even breathing told Muge that she hadn't woken up.

"Hey...... In this. Madrigal put Grandma Tan's head into his arms, leaned his chin on Grandma Tan's forehead, he developed the habit of shaving off his thick beard, because he was taller than Grandma Tan, every time Grandma Tan looked up, he would rub the scum of Grandma Tan's head, after suffering many brain splits, Madrigal consciously learned to scrape off what he was once proud of in real time.

"The clothes you buy are really in bad taste. Grandma Tan dreamed a few more words, and put the big white leg that had been removed back again, "I'm not a hanger in the first place, and you still have to dress me up as an old mother.."

"What's the bad taste?" Madrigal stroked the handful of hair that Grandma Tan had scattered in front of her forehead, "Those are low-key luxury models, and the prices are more fashion-forward than the bells and whistles in magazines." ”

Pastoral sat quietly for a while, without waiting to answer, waiting for the sound of even breathing, stirring his ears, making him feel itchy, it was mental itching, he had an impulse in his mind at this time, wanting to press Grandma Tan under his body again and love him to the fullest, but after having this idea, he did not hesitate to give himself a slap.

"I'm sorry. Madrigal raised his hand tremblingly, put Grandma Tan's palm on his two fingers, and he cried, like a child, but it was painful without a sound.

He sobbed for a while, struggled to hold back his tears, and quietly moved Grandma Tan's thighs off his body, resolutely lifted the quilt, and after a very fast dressing, he put the small box in his other hand in the light of the European-style table lamp next to the bedside table, grabbed a ballpoint pen on the table with his free hand, took out the receipt in the small box, wrote a few lines on the back of the receipt that he crossed one by one, and then re-laid the quilt that was rubbed by Grandma Tan like a ball of rice cakes, and pulled it up。

"Let's go, don't burn me for dinner. Madrigal said this to Grandma Tan, but it felt more like talking to herself, more like a parting gift.

Airplanes...... Airplanes......

"Hello?"

"Pastoral ......" is a charming female voice on the other end of the phone.

"Put your boring tricks away, you know I never turn on a hands-free ...... when I call"

"Hey, it's very ......," the female voice on the other end of the phone chuckled, "I'm just reminding you that it's time to take care of yourself, your lingering time has come." ”

"I already have a number of things in my mind that don't need to be reminded by a woman repeatedly. Madrigal said, "I don't think you knew about this on the first day. ”

"Your attitude towards me and your attitude towards her are very different. ”

"You can never surpass her, neither before nor now......" Madrigal walked out the door.

"Why? because she's your sister?" the tone on the other end of the phone became gloomy, "I've been with you for ten years, is it so unbearable?"

"What have you done in the past ten years, don't you know yourself?" Pastoral walked on the road with a thin layer of frost, "How many tricks you have used behind your back, do you think I don't know?

Madrigal is really eager to slaughter this hypocritical woman now, from beginning to end, Madrigal didn't notice her abnormality, she covered it up really well, in the previous five years, Madrigal's relationship with her was not ordinarily good, and even after being bullied by Grandma Tan, she would run bitterly to talk to this woman who was inconsistent, but in the next five years, the elusive power in his body prompted him to change in the direction of cleverness, and he began to find that his most precious things were intrused, and there would always be strange confessional love letters in various handwriting in his trash can, his tone was old-fashioned and dull, and he remembered one of the sentences most clearly"You are like my brightest light rising from the sea level where the sun and the moon intertwin." So beautiful!", at that time, Pastoral wanted to give the person who wrote this love letter his favorite big mouth, what level? Such a greasy and disgusting adjective with a literary atmosphere with a full picture of the idiot's foreign text? No wonder it was directly used by Xiaoqing to wrap chewing gum...

Of course, he would never suspect Grandma Tan of anything, because from Grandma Tan's attitude towards this little love letter, he could already make up the little love letter that Grandma Tan grabbed on the table at that time, and made the best use of it to integrate it with chewing gum, so Grandma Tan didn't regard this matter as a knot at all, and mentioned it to Madrigal during dinner at night, and started a crusade against the unknown so-and-so in terms of writing, saying " I don't have any original ability, why can't I learn to steal other people's originals like you, maybe if he does, I will choose to use it as a flower pot. Pastoral listened to the beauty in his heart for a long time, and when his IQ was back online, he began to argue with Grandma Tan that it was called borrowing, although this explanation was not effective, and because of this, he was favored by Grandma Tan's brain, and after a while, the two moved the battlefield to the cruel one-on-one hand-to-hand combat arena, Madrigal still played the role of a little sheep as usual, and Grandma Tan has always been a Spartan three hundred.

But Madrigal is clearly not focused on that.

Grandma Tan naturally knows all this, Madrigal is speculating about the note, so many love letters inexplicably appeared at home, and the handwriting of some love letters looks as if they are written with their feet as ugly, and some words are as beautiful as silk, which makes Grandma Tan more sure of her thoughts, she doesn't know who gave her this note, but who instructed it has been hammered, Madrigal obviously thought of this, his originally stiff arm behind Grandma Tan's back became warm, and the movement began to get on track, and the steam train began to enter the station, one trip after another, and finally with a soundThe whistle of "woo" is permanently at the station.