86_86624 "Piggy is so greedy, no wonder it's called Piggy!" As he spoke, he brought a piece of fries to its mouth. Piggy couldn't wait to open his mouth to take the fries and swallow them directly.

Fei Fei tapped the pig's head with his finger and said seriously: "You have to chew and swallow slowly when eating, you know?" ”

The little pig seemed to understand what was being said, and wagked his tail obediently.

Unless I brought another french fries to its mouth, it latched on, chewed on it, and swallowed it.

"This is a good boy who is obedient!" Non-really.

Mo Rufeng couldn't help but wonder, this is what he often says when educating people.

Two people and a dog, eating French fries, watching cartoons, and having fun.

After eating the fries, he took out the big hamburger, let Mo Rufeng take a bite as usual, and then started to eat it himself.

Piggy stared at the burger intently, probably thinking that Fei Fei would let it take a bite as well. Fei Fei shook his head and said, "No! ”

After waiting for a while, the little pig saw that Fei Fei had no intention of giving himself food, and walked to the other end of the sofa dejectedly, prostrate, put his head on his front legs, drooped his ears, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Fei Fei tore off a piece of chicken from the burger and shouted, "Piglet! ”

The piglet's ears twitched, but they didn't move.

"What a little cautious, teasing you!" Fei Fei pouted and brought the chicken to its mouth.

The little pig smelled the fragrance, opened his eyes suddenly, and ate the chicken in one gulp. It wagged its tail at Fei Fei while eating.

Fei Fei giggled.

The moon had risen in the sky, and the moonlight shone in through the window. The breeze rustled through the trees outside the window.

All the unhappiness at the dinner party vanished.

Feifei was already asleep, his chubby little hands hugged the pillow, sometimes with a sweet smile on his face, sometimes frowning, I don't know why he was happy and worried in his dreams.

Zhuang Xiaoyue has not returned.

Mo Rufeng leaned against the head of the bed, put a cigarette under his nose and sniffed.

He was not a good student when he was in school, and he learned to smoke early on, a hobby that continued until he was born. Hearing that smoking is not good for children, he immediately quit smoking. Occasionally, he would miss the smell of cigarettes and would take a cigarette and put it under his nose and sniff it.

His marriage to Zhuang Xiaoyue once made countless people envious, jealous and hateful, and some people say that he created the myth of "* silk" conquering the "goddess". At that time, many people asked him about his secret, and he always said helplessly: "I guess it's lucky!" ”

They are like two shooting stars in the night sky, each moving according to its own trajectory.

They didn't have a point of contact.

If he wasn't lucky, how could he have met her in the middle of nowhere?

If it wasn't lucky, how could there have been that timely rain?

At that time, Mo Rufeng had just taken off his military uniform and came to work alone on a construction site in Chengdu. He was comfortable in the army, but here he repeatedly ran into a wall, in the army and his comrades ate and lived, but here he was alone. Even though he was strong-hearted, he couldn't help but feel lonely. Occasionally, he can rest for a day and a half, and he doesn't know where to go, so he mostly walks around the street casually, and then returns to the construction site when he is tired.

It was his time to rest, and he roamed the streets like a homeless man.

Suddenly, a dark cloud drifted over and obscured the sun, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was dark, and the rain crackled down.

Mo Rufeng hurriedly shrank under an eaves to hide from the rain.

As soon as he stood firm, he was crouching down and rolling up his trouser legs, when a white figure rushed over, it was a girl.

He glanced at her, who was pressing her skirt hard against the wind. Her skirt fluttered, revealing her slender, fair calves.

"When a leaf falls, you know the twilight of the year, you know the cold of the world when you see the ice in the bottle, and when you see this calf, you can judge that this girl must be a beauty...", Mo Rufeng thought to himself.

Rainwater flows into rivers in the streets.

I don't know when women have become very realistic. Hard-working migrant workers like Mo Rufeng will only attract their disdainful eyes. Mo Rufeng is even accustomed to the discrimination of those red men and green women in the city, and he never takes the initiative to talk to the "rich and handsome" and "white rich and beautiful".

The summer rain came and went as fast as it came, and after about half an hour, the rain stopped, the clouds cracked, and the sun shined through, and only the drops of water under the eaves were still dripping, like beads with broken threads, shining in the sun.

The steps under this eaves are low and filled with water after the rain. The water was cloudy, and there were plastic bags, paper scraps, and other garbage floating on the surface of the water, swirling down the drains on the ground.

Although he can't see the bottom, Mo Rufeng knows that the water is not deep.

Although the water is dirty, it is not necessarily dirtier than the shoes on his feet, Mo Rufeng looked at the sneakers on his feet covered with mud, thought to himself, and then stepped into the water without hesitation.

The water reached his calves, and he waded four or five steps until he finally reached the street and strode in the direction of the construction site.

After he had taken five or six steps, he suddenly slowed down, and he remembered the white calf again. Do you have to wade through that dirty water like yourself?

He shook his head, walked back in, and stopped in front of the dirty water.

The girl was still standing under the eaves, at a loss.

The water droplets under the eaves were still dripping, intermittently, like a beaded curtain hanging between the two of them.

Even through this rain curtain, he could still see that the girl was wearing a white dress, her figure was tall, even about the same height as himself, and her hair was long and hung softly down on her chest.

Curtain bead roll. Mo Rufeng thought of these four words inexplicably.

Years later, pots and pans, firewood, rice, oil and salt gradually diluted their original passion, and the tight life led to their huge disagreements about the future, anger and suspicion permeated between the two, and he still remembered the rain curtain from time to time. Even at the peak of the plum blossom village, when she saw the blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, Mo Rufeng's mind still often appeared that rain curtain, that distant afternoon, sparkling in the sun, and behind the rain curtain, stood a girl in a white dress.

"Want to help?" He shouted.

This is not a gentleman's expression. The gentleman's expression should have been to bow slightly to the girl, and whispered, "Excuse me, is there anything I can do for you?" ”

But Mo Rufeng is not a gentleman, he is a down-and-out migrant worker who is looked down upon everywhere. He didn't even think the girl would look at him, and he stepped into the water with a proud foot and left quickly, as if saying a word to someone like him at the bottom of society would make her lose her precious virginity.

"I can't get by!" The girl shouted, her voice as crisp as a silver bell.

This surprised Mo Rufeng, who waded through the water and squatted down in front of the girl.

The girl submissively leaned on his back. The girl was not heavy, lying on Mo Rufeng's back, which made him feel soft. A strand of long hair hung down to his face, giving off a faint fragrance. At that moment, he seemed to see the autumn hillside, and the wild chrysanthemums were quietly blooming in the bright sunlight.

Soon wading through the pool of stagnant water and into the street, Mo Rufeng carefully lowered the girl to the ground, and then left—he did not even look back.

"Hey!" The silver bell-like voice behind him shouted.

Mo Rufeng stood and turned around, he only saw the girl's face clearly now.

Her complexion was fair, as if she were a fine white jade, round and smooth.

Her eyebrows were thin and long, her eyelashes flickered, and she smiled, but her mouth was pouted high, as if to express some kind of dissatisfaction.

A few strands of rain-soaked hair stuck to her face, making the girl a little playful.

The clothes on her chest were also wet in some places, and the already thin clothes stuck to her body, making her breasts tower