On Saturday, Rongguan did not go to kindergarten.

The sky was not dark yet, and the clouds were orange, mixed with a little fiery red, like a splash of heavy color. It is only a 10-minute walk from the convenience store at the end of the street to Zhuluanrong Village.

Half past six, dinner time.

The dining table is placed in the courtyard, two dishes and one soup, one large and one small, have nothing to say, and eat with their heads bored.

"Brother," the little one stuffed his mouthful, puffed out his cheeks, and rolled his eyes, "Do you have a girlfriend?" ”

Rong Li didn't look up: "No." ”

Rong Guanguan patted the photo in his pocket with his little hand, leaned his face a little over, and said cautiously: "Brother, then you have a girlfriend, will you send me away?" ”

Grandma Momoshui said that he was a cheap oil bottle brought by his mother and would be sent away in the future.

Rong Li took a bite of food, and the residual heat in the evening was not gone, he took off his coat and raised his eyes, his eyes faded out of the water, but there was a swaying and itching in the water.

"Eat."

Rong Guanguan: "Oh. After a few bites, the little guy squinted and smiled, "Brother, I don't eat much, and I'm not a picky eater." ”

The little guy's eyes are saying - brother, I am very good to raise.

Rong Li picked out all the carrots in the fish-flavored shredded pork and put them in his bowl.

Rong Guanguan's face fell: "Brother, can I not eat carrots?" ”

Rong Li scooped up the two green vegetables in the soup and put them in a small bowl: "You can't be picky." ”

But you're also a picky eater, you don't eat carrots, you don't eat greens...... Rong Guanguan smiled at his brother with a row of small baby teeth: "Okay~"

After eating, Rong Guanguan went to the kitchen with an empty bowl in his arms, walking crookedly, and his chubby, round and white body looked like a white radish mound.

"Brother, I'll help you wash the dishes."

Rong Li pressed a large lump of dish soap into the pot, with a pair of almond eyes hanging down, and her eyelashes were very dense: "No." ”

Well, Rong Guanguan put down the bowl and went out, and after a while, the sound of breaking the bowl came from the kitchen.

Outside the courtyard, the little friend was shouting: "Guanguan." ”

He took an egg and a bottle of water from the table, and ran away: "Here it is." ”

It was not yet dark, and the little milk baby in front of the village and behind the village was frolicking in the alley.

"Guan Guan," it was Grandma Qiuhua next door, "Who gave you the boiled egg?" ”

Rong Guanguan closed the courtyard door with his feet on his feet, and said in a milky voice: "It's my brother." ”

Grandma Qiuhua has a bad waist, her back is hunched badly, she has a lot of wrinkles and age spots on her face, and she smiles without teeth: "Your brother can also cook?" ”

"No, it won't."

"And what do you eat?"

The child took two sips of water from the bottle, and the tiger brain was cute: "Hot takeout to eat." ”

“……”

Grandma Qiuhua couldn't help laughing: "What a good boy." ”

The sensible little guy felt that this was praise and smiled into a flower: "Thank you, grandma." ”

Then he went to play with his brothers and sisters in the village, because he was well-behaved, and his brothers and sisters were willing to take him to play, and he was the most well-behaved in the village, and he could hold the rubber band for a long time without moving.

"Guanguan, stand still."

"Good~"

Sister Gardenia hung a rubber band on his feet.

He obediently stood as a piece of white and tender "wood", and learned to sing Ma Lanhua Blossom without words and short tones, while holding a milk bottle and peeling egg shells.

"Little leather balls, banana pears, Malan blossom twenty-one, two hundred and fifty-six, two hundred and fifty-seven, two hundred and twenty-two, ninety-three, and ......"

The alleys of Zhuluanrong Village are all concrete, the houses are built along both sides, there is a lot of rain in the south, the roofs are mostly slopes, white walls and black tiles, and there is a bit of the taste of an ancient town. Every family in the town loves to raise dogs and plant trees, and the moon season and pothos climbed out of the wall, red and green, winding.

In the alley, the housewives of the village are walking, in groups of three or five, talking and laughing.

"Listen to what my family said, Yang Lao smashed it with his four hands."

"Which Yang Laosi."

"Hanaqiao Yang, that."

"He deserves it!"

Yang Laosi likes to be petty thieves, and several nearby villages know what virtues he has.

Rong Jinqi's daughter-in-law asked, "Who smashed it?" ”

Rong Yonghua's family said: "Last night, the police went to the health center, Yang Laosi couldn't say anything clearly, and he didn't know which one was smashed, they all said that they hit the evil spirit, and scared people stupidly, Yang Laosi's hand was also smashed undecently, and he had to go to the city for bone surgery, and it is estimated that he will be secretly touched in the future." ”

The elder Aunt Hongzhong smiled and said: Wicked people, you still have to let the wicked people rule.

As for the villain who smashed Yang Laosi, it is an inexplicable mystery.

The housewives walked from the head of the village to the end of the village, and saw a young girl walking slowly from a distance, it was Zhang Sheng's face, not from Zhuluanrong Village.

"Who's that?"

Aunt Hong Zhong said: "The new tenant of Yin'e's family. ”

Rong Jinqi's daughter-in-law is called Zou Jinxi: "Outsiders, right?" ”

"I heard Yin'e say that she came from Nancheng."

"He looks really smart."

The eyebrow makeup is diffusely dyed, the vermilion powder is not deep, the idle flowers are faint, the sideburns are over, the willow waist, and it is good to look at all the places.

She was wearing a cheongsam, moon-white, with a slender waist, and a soft woolen scarf draped over her shoulders, which was really gentle and exquisite.

She stood under the lantern outside the courtyard, bowed her head slightly, listening to the phone, and the person on the phone called out her name: Tan Xi.

Nancheng Xu's, Xu Tanxi.

She has a milk name, called 杳杳.

"Tell you something, don't be angry with me."

On the phone is Xu Tanxi's best friend, whose name is Qin Zhaoli.

Xu Tanxi smiled and said, "Don't be angry, you say." ”

The voice is clear and clear, but it does not show a sense of distance, like this autumn wind, the breeze is slightly cool.

"I smashed the piece of Hetian jade that your brother-in-law gave you." Qin Zhaoli said carefully, "Yesterday, the Xu family held a birthday banquet for Xu Tanling, and I saw her wearing your jade, so I smashed it without holding back my anger for a while. ”

Xu Tanxi didn't care much: "If you smash it, you will smash it, and it's not a very valuable thing." ”

Qin Zhaoli was smoking, lazy and leisurely: "When you come back, I will give you the entire Imperial Jade." ”

"Okay."

There was a motorcycle driving in the alley, Xu Tanxi glanced back, and then stood inside.

The housewives who were walking down now saw her face clearly, her eyebrows were curved, her willow eyes were half-covered with autumn water, her face was small, her nose was straight and delicate, she seemed to be smiling, and her lips were colored with a faint crimson.

It is a beautiful and soft face, not strong, with a smile and a smile, which is light, with three courts and five eyes, with the softness and lightness of an ancient woman.

"And when are you coming back?" Qin Zhaoli asked her.

Xu Tanxi was about to answer, but he heard the immature child's voice calling: "Sister." ”

"Sister."

Xu Tanxi turned around.

The young child tilted his head and blinked at her: "Sister," a little doll, he timidly stretched out his hand—a small white hand, "Is this yours?" ”

The child is holding a bottle in one hand and a half-burned photograph in the other, the edges of the flame are yellowed, and the girl in the photo is wearing a cheongsam and holding a fan, like a woman in old days.

Xu Tanxi recognized it: "Yes." ”

"I picked it up."

picked it up in his yard, and when he saw that his sister was beautiful, he didn't want to lose it, and Rong Guanguan thought it was his brother's girlfriend at first.

He handed over the white tender hand: "Here you go." ”

Xu Tanxi took it with a smile: "Thank you." ”

Her outstretched hands were white, slender, unnailed, and cleanly trimmed, just like her, gentle and square.

"No thanks."

Rong Guan Guan smiled, such a beautiful sister.

"Rong Guanguan."

In the distance, his brother was calling him.

He turned his head and smiled like the sun: "Brother." ”

It was already dark, and Rong Li walked out of his yard with the lights on, walking slowly and carelessly. The street lamp was far away, stretching the shadow on the ground very long, and he was wearing a black sweatshirt with his hat buttoned up, and the dim light fell on his face.

He approached: "Home." ”

"Oh, here we are." Rong Guanguan turned his head back, and was just about to say goodbye to his beautiful sister, when he saw the photo in his beautiful sister's hand fall to the ground.

As soon as the wind blew, he rolled up the photo and landed at Rong Li's feet.

Going around and around, the fire and the wind blowing, this picture is still in front of his eyes. He crouched down, picked it up, and without looking at it, stepped forward and handed it over.

Xu Tanxi looked at him, slightly stunned.

He has a non-aggressive skin, but he has an untamable wildness, like a free-range slumbering beast on the grassland.

He raised his head, his eyes were very light, not dyed with color, nor with fireworks, and the flashlight in his hand shone at the girl's feet: "Your things." ”

The wind lifted the scarf she had draped over her shoulders and landed on the ground. She was rude and stared at the opposite sex. She came back to her senses and reached out to take the picture: "Thank you, sir." ”

This face made her feel like she was in a dream.

Rong Li glanced at the scarf on the ground and retracted his gaze: "Let's go." ”

Rong Guanguan followed: "Oh. ”

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the dazzling light was like a silver pillar of light, spreading a white ground on the ground, and the two shadows, one large and one small, one in front and one behind, gradually drifted away.

Xu Tanxi looked at the man's straight back for a long time, and looked down at the photo in his hand again: "Zhaoli." ”

Qin Zhaoli: "Who was it just now?" ”

Xu Tanxi stood under the lamp, half a flower in his eyes, and a faint spring: "I saw him." ”