Since the beginning of spring, it has been rainy, cold and wet, and the streets and houses have been soaked in rainwater, and everywhere is wet. The rain came and went, and it couldn't stop completely for a while. It's just that people who go to and from school every day carry a wet umbrella all day long.

On this day, I also like to joke with people, when you carry the umbrella, it can't go down, if you don't bring it, it will start to fall all the way, and you can't wait for it to stop.

Sometimes it seems that the rain has stopped in the middle of the night, but in the morning it suddenly starts to fall again, and the gentle sound of the rain wakes you up while you are still asleep. People who snooze, curled up in warm quilts, are filled with happiness and joy at the thought of having more than an hour to sleep.

But when I woke up early and went out, I found myself in a state of chaos because I might have just slept for a short while. Because at this point, you can't get a taxi at all.

Several times butterflies and kites have fallen into this state. Butterflies generally wake up once in the early hours of the morning, look at the kite around them, and seem to faintly hear the sound of rain outside, but the room is dark and quiet, and the sleep is still thick, and the feeling at this time is really wonderful and warm.

She would wake up for a short moment and then remind herself that she couldn't stay in bed when her phone rang.

After all, the weather is still relatively cold, and lying in bed is not only a hobby of butterflies, but also a hobby of kites. If it was a day off, the two of them would lie in bed together until their stomachs began to gurgle under the covers.

Sometimes, the kite will open its eyes and look at the butterfly and ask strangely: "Mother, what is this sound?"

The butterfly smiled and said, "The stomach is calling."

The kite said, "How can the stomach bark?"

The butterfly said: Because the stomach is hungry.

The kite said, "Mom, is your stomach barking?"

The butterfly said: It's your stomach that's barking.

Even if the stomachs of the two people are barking, they will still lie on the bed for a while, frolicking with each other, and Fang Lian is reluctant to get out of bed.

When you go to school, the butterfly always forces herself to wake up a little earlier than the kite, because if you get up with him, you will be late every day.

So, when they wake up in the early hours of the morning, butterflies will habitually look at the light in the house, listen to the voices of the people around them, and determine what time it is. If there is still silence around, it means that the time is early, and she will comfortably burrow her head into the quilt again, and wrap herself tightly like a silkworm baby.

The thought of sleeping sweetly, the full sense of happiness is simply indescribable.

But because the weather is too vague, in fact, it is already early in the morning, but the light is still dim, so that the butterfly is easy to oversleep, and when she realizes that the noise she heard in her dream just now is actually the alarm of her mobile phone, the time has passed for a while.

She immediately jumped up from the bed, as if she had been wound up, quickly dressed, and at the same time, she also woke up the still dazed kite and urged loudly: Wake up! Don't sleep, you're going to be late, hurry! Fast! It's not too early! Stop kites! Wake up –

The two of them are called busy.

It's looking for clothes again, and it's getting dressed again. When the kite brushed his teeth in the bathroom, the butterfly took the comb and combed his hair on his head, the hair was thin and soft, and it was combed smoothly after three or two clicks, sticking to the scalp, a fluffy layer, which looked very cute.

Zhi Kite wiped his face a few times, and then he was ready to go out. Butterfly didn't do anything himself, just picked up his breakfast and stuffed it into his hand, and then the two of them went downstairs in a panic.

The butterfly held an umbrella and carried the schoolbag for him, and the kite was nibbling on bread all the way, and in the other hand there was a glass of carton of milk.

The butterfly also kept urging: Eat quickly, why do you eat so slowly?

The kite is also on fire, and the child has a temper after all, so he said: I have eaten fast enough, and if I urge it again, I will simply not eat it. Who told you to call me so late? Call me earlier, you won't be in such a hurry.

The butterfly also blamed herself, saying: It's too cloudy, I woke up before, it's still early, and I squinted my head after a while.

Zhi Kite said: Who told you to still look at your phone so late last night.

Butterfly said: Where did I look at my phone? How do you know? So you didn't sleep?

The kite stuffed a mouthful of bread and said vaguely: Who hasn't slept, there has always been light in your own place, which affects my sleep.

Butterflies have nothing to say.

The two of them finally arrived at school, and Butterfly gave him the umbrella, but she couldn't go there, because she didn't even wash her face and brushed her teeth, and she was afraid of seeing the head teacher, who looked untidy and sloppy, isn't it a joke.

Just say: Go over by yourself, be careful, and listen well in class, don't desert.

Stop kite, a loaf of bread and milk, eat too fast, hold on a little, and mutter: Mom, you are verbose.

Butterfly couldn't help but be stunned, this little child actually dislikes himself now. She watched him enter the school far away, and looked at it for a while, as if she complained about her father's verbosity like this when she was a child, but she didn't expect that the years went by, and finally it was time for someone to complain about her verbosity. I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

A gust of wind hit, and he was full of excitement, and he quickly trotted home with his head in his hands.

When I opened the door, I saw that the house was in shambles.

Butterflies are looking forward to an early end to the rainy season.

One day, she had just finished sending the kite, because the rain had finally stopped, although it was still a little gloomy, but it was always pleasant to see the sunny weather, and it seemed that her mood was suddenly better.

Butterfly leisurely walked around the vegetable market, looking at the busy and orderly vegetable market in the morning, a dazzling array of dishes, and a dim sum shop stall after stall, buying all kinds of dim sum.

There are those who buy flatbread fritters, those who buy bean curd, those who buy pancakes, and those who buy steamed buns. These are the breakfasts that the people of Modu are used to.

Although it has been gradually replaced by Western-style bread and cakes over the years, you can't deny that those cakes and breads are far less palatable than these ordinary and cheap folk delicacies.

You can eat steamed buns and drink bean brain every day, but let you eat a kind of bread every day, which is sure to make you tired of eating.

Butterfly remembers that when she goes to work, it is often a vegetable bag, a packet of sweet soy milk, which can be eaten very comfortably.

The kite is always complaining now: Mom, when can I change it early? I don't want to eat bread anymore. The bread that had been overnight was so unpalatable that it was terrible.

Butterfly is also helpless, she also wants to take him to eat flatbread fritters and bean curd pancakes, but she really doesn't have that much time.

Butterfly didn't know how to explain, and Zhi Kite said to herself: My tablemate, she eats meat buns, xiao long soup dumplings, small wontons, and sometimes fried dumplings every morning. Eat a lot every day. She said. Mom, I also want to eat xiao long soup dumplings. Mom, why don't you learn how to make pancakes at any time and make them at home. Anyway, I can't eat that bread anymore.

Butterfly's favorite is the one on the corner who makes fruit cakes, which are very delicious. But every time you buy it, you have to queue up, you have to take your own change, and then put the money in a tin box next to it, usually five yuan a piece, with eggs and fritters, plus homemade sweet sauce, sprinkled with green onions, coriander and shredded mustard.

If you need to add something else, tell your boss. It's hot and crunchy, with a slight hint of spiciness, and it's absolutely delicious. And a loaf of bread will feed you. It's enjoyable and filling.

The proprietor was a big man with a full beard, and making bread could be a manual job, even in winter, when he wore very little clothes and had to show his arm, and he spread the cake there with great care.

When you talk to him, he usually rarely talks to you, but in fact, he remembers every request you make, and when the bread is handed to you, he will be sure that the contents will not be wrong.