(a)

But there are also some interesting facts, when I went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, I saw a pot full of lobsters in the corner of the fish stall, and the maroon prawns danced in it.

She had a dozen of them weighed, brought them back, and poured them into the porcelain basin, where the fellows crept and rattled in the porcelain plates. Probably knew she wouldn't cook them. She wasn't going to cook them. Lobster will not be boiled either. At most, stew a pork rib soup. I just feel so lonely in a foreign land, I can only talk to the table and chair every day, and I am alone when I go out early and return late.

She hooked these lobsters with vegetable leaves, who let Bai Xian not be around, she numbered these lobsters with a sly smile, Bai Xian No. 1, Bai Xian No. 2, all the way to No. 11.

However, lobsters seem to have been destined for cooking by nature, and within a few days, they were all dying. Hmph, it turns out that lobsters are not easy to raise!

If he is at home, he can also boil them before they return to the western heavens. And when he's not at home, their corpses go to the garbage can.

She thought it was amusing and laughed when she told him on the phone where his lobster brothers were. He couldn't cry or laugh, and he was distressed and sad. The circles under my eyes were also slightly moistened.

This boy in his twenties has passed through the difficulties of surviving and establishing himself in the city at this age.

In that old rented house. Bai Xian, a small salesman of a company, is based in other provinces, and spends 30 days a month, 28 days on the phone.

At the end of the month he finally returned, and the moment he returned home, she threw herself down and hugged his neck.

After emerging from his arms, he lowered his head and affectionately squeezed her cheek with his hand. In such a dark little room, it was like a thousand trees and pear blossoms, the branches were full of white flowers, the big scratched old wooden bed against the wall, the wall with gray-yellow-white lime powder peeled upside down, and everything was marked with the radiance of happiness in heaven.

Steadfastness and diligence are the qualities of this boy from the countryside.

When he got home, he had to cook a table of dishes. After paying the bills from the company, he went home early. It was an old-fashioned kitchen with brownish concrete floors, old black smoke stained window lattices, and a tiled stove that had been arched over time. If he is not at home, the kitchen will be dusty, like an abandoned house.

He was alone in the kitchen peeling onions, cutting ginger, and picking vegetables, and he didn't need her to be an assistant, he just needed her to stand next to him.

The book of poems that she was accustomed to with her hands scurried from the room to the kitchen and recited it to him,

In the kitchen, fried shredded eel with red pepper is stir-fried in a pot. Bai Xian turned his hands into the clouds, his hands were rain, and the oil smoke helped him.

Chang Xia read to him: "Falling flowers at ease is as light as a dream", Bai Xian waved a shovel and continued: "The boundless rain is as thin as sorrow".

Chang Xia continued: "Why is Song Ci so wilted, He Zhu, a big man, still said, 'The city is full of tobacco, and the plum is yellow and rainy. ”

When the two are together, they often talk about such topics, one is a salesman who sells medicines, and the other is an unemployed self-taught Chinese literary person, but the two often talk about these, which can be regarded as harmony!

(b)

Chang Xia recited the song "Half-Dead Tong" that they loved to memorize again: "Everything is wrong with the gate, and everything is different from what comes from." Bai Xian, who was stir-frying, backslipped with him, and the female added a baritone in a low voice: "After the sycamore is half dead and cleared the frost, the white mandarin duck on the head loses its companion and flies." ”

The mandarin duck was born white-headed and grew old together, but he lost his companion and fled, how sad! Fortunately, they are still together, although they gather less and scatter more.

After he finished frying a dish, she brought the plate to the small table in the bedroom, and couldn't help but eat it with her fingers. The dish was steaming, sticking into his mouth, burning his tongue slightly, being stirred by the tip of his tongue and jumping around, and soon entering his throat.

"Alas, alas, gluttonous ghosts." He shouted deliberately.

The small table was brought back with one hand when he bought vegetables from the vegetable market, only to the height of a person's knees, and it was painted like a chess grid, Chu and Han boundary. However, their bowl of soup surpassed the Chu-Han line, and a few more dishes filled the camps on both sides. The small bamboo chair was left by the landlord, like it was from the last century, and it squeaked. Because the chair was too low, his chubby belly was all squeezed into it.

Under the table, a small foot pressed against a big toe. Eating on the table with a fluttering eyebrow. The small foot underneath is stepping on the top of the big foot. It's like a stepping dance. "Eat well!" The owner of Bigfoot said deliberately roughly. The owner of the little feet has a grinning face,

Bai Xian usually eats quickly, and when he finishes eating, he puts down his chopsticks and wants to move his chair.

"Don't go." The owner of the little feet was coquettish, playing a scoundrel, and pressed his bare feet on his instep, "You just sit here and watch me eat." While eating the vegetables in his mouth, he kept nodding his head and proudly playing the piano with his toes on the instep of his foot. "Don't be honest when you eat, take your pig's trotters away." He is pretentiously annoyed, like a father to a naughty child.

She tilted her head, pouted, sniffed, and grimaced at him. The dish is such an ordinary dish, eating fried carrots with slices of meat, and the carrots are sandwiched in her mouth, she is full of joy when she eats them, as if every dish on the chess line of this Chuhan camp is a delicious delicacy in the world. The insects in the corners must be playing the harp for them, and the sound of the harp seeps out from the skin of the wall and from the curtains like a ray of light.

The rumble of a train could be heard in the distance, and the rented dilapidated lighted cottage was like paradise.

(c)

Bai Xian was washing clothes with his sleeves rolled up high, and Chang Xia put his hands in his pockets, bouncing around him beside him. Watching him work, Chang Xia smiled proudly. He began to twist his clothes, and Chang Xia ran to the balcony with his hands behind his back.

"Does anyone envy you?" He asked as he twisted his clothes. "No," Chang Xia replied. "Weird." Bai Xian said while drying his clothes.

"Who would envy me?" Chang Xia easily walked around the balcony like a dancer.

Bai Xian took off the pants drying on the balcony, because the trouser legs did not shake off, and after drying, they wrinkled together to be a dried fish, Bai Xianzuo shook his pants helplessly, "Look, you see, there are people who want such a woman who can't do it, and no one envies it?" So, I have to return it, return it! Bai Xian made a gesture and amplified his voice.

Chang Xia suddenly jumped up, screaming and pounced on his earlobe. His earlobes are so easy to pull, thick and big, and curved, they can be used as bus rings.

"Your daughter-in-law pulled out the earlobes!" Usually people joke with him like this. Bai Xian hurriedly dodged his ears like Zhu Bajie, picked up his pants, unfolded them, and blocked them on the left: "Fighting pigs!" ”

Chang Xia ran to the right again, and he took his clothes to block the right, and did not forget to shout while blocking: "Fighting pigs, come on, fighting pigs!" The two of them made a mess and laughed breathlessly!

In the end, "don't make trouble, don't make trouble" Bai Xian begged for mercy, "I still have to cook!" "Later, several of his colleagues will come to dinner. Bai Xian is a good cook, and during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he invited a few colleagues to come together.

"Hey, where's that little tomato? Did you put it in the hot pot? "Chang Xia is looking for that little tomato everywhere in the kitchen, and he plans to make a hot pot base."

"No, I put it in my stomach." Bai Xian answered while picking vegetables.

Chang Xia put his arms around his neck and shook it, "Why did you put it in your stomach?" How did you eat it? ”

"Sooner or later, I'm going to have to put it in anyway!" This is Bai Xian's humor, Chang Xia couldn't help but smile happily when he heard it, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch his earlobe.