When you enter the door, you pour it like a chicken in soup. At this moment, I was very relieved to see the child himself taking a hot bath, and this little guy knew that he could prevent colds and take care of himself.

After dinner, it was already the middle of the night when I washed all the clothes that had been soaked by the heavy rain and helped the children tidy up their wet school bags. Dragging the exhaustion of the whole body and falling into bed but unable to sleep, it is like being hungry and hungry, and the depths of extreme sleepiness are insomnia.

On a clear and starry night, I would often look at the sky in a daze, and I would secretly hold my breath and take a deep breath of moonlight. That look of being intoxicated and greedy for the moonlight, I don't know if it looks like a snowy plateau, facing a wolf howling in the cold moon.

And tonight's raindrops, crackling against the windowpane and making a crisp sound, sounded like the sound of beans poured from a pocket into a porcelain pot during dinner. They form a curtain of rain waterfalls along the window edge, flowing happily downward, like a mountain stream and a clear spring.

The heavy rain that stirred in the deserted streets in the second half of the night seemed to be a light yarn fluttering in the wind, one end of the yarn gently covered the outline of the facial features on the street, and the other end fluttered in the air with the fine rain......

At this moment, the dream is the season when those blue-purple petunias climb the fence and grow higher and higher, and the vine man twists into a rope and crawls on the old elm tree behind the fence and looks up and smiles at the sky.

The narrow path stretched forward, and I looked forward as I lifted my heels, holding on to the fence with one hand and the pergola with the other.

Like the white mist in the depths of the valley, it gives the trail a unique atmosphere. At this time, avoiding the obscurations of the white fog in the near distance, the clusters of red in the distance are more brilliant than the morning glow, like blooming peony flowers, and also like intense azaleas.

As I passed under a green canopy held up by a green corridor, a pink flower the size of a wheel bloomed on its own.

I saw the pale yellow stamens, which looked as soft as the fluff of a goose that had just hatched from an eggshell, and the breeze blew and shook off the golden light. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a little girl wearing a pink skirt of four or five years old came out, raised her hand to pluck the flower, and suddenly, the figure of an adult wearing a pink gauze long skirt flashed, reaching out to hold the little girl and walking in the direction of the rising sun.

At this time, the sun came up and dispersed the white fog on the path, and in any case, the fiery red that could not be seen clearly from afar could be seen by lifting the heels, and at this moment, a new layer of charm was added to the burning gold in the east. The scenery is extremely beautiful and extremely fascinating. I was looking around, suddenly, I heard the noisy call of a magpie, and the sound seemed to be right next to my ears. It turned out to be my old neighbor.

In the morning, my nest of old neighbors woke me up from my sleep. When I closed my eyes and tried to connect my dreams, I couldn't sleep. Actually, it was a very beautiful dream, dreaming of a hundred flowers blooming. Among them, there is a giant pink flower in full bloom, the breeze blows, shaking off the golden light, just when I am fascinated, I want to open my phone to take a photo, but suddenly wake up.

At this point, I put the blame for not continuing this dream on the heads of my old neighbors.

"Look, at this moment, all the people of their family are standing on the branches of the old tree nearest to my window, and they are chirping, chirping, chirping! Will I be able to make my dreams come true? I muttered alone.

"Hey! I said, "Old neighbor, did it rain so hard last night that your nest was flooded?" Otherwise, early in the morning, why would the whole family go out of the nest to "sing"?

Oh, you sing your land, even if it's soaked in water, I can't help, because I can't climb trees?

At this moment, when I walked to the window, a nest of old leaders flew to the red tin slope of the adjacent building. Before taking off, he glared at me twice, as if to say, "Whose nest is soaked in water?" It's not that you don't know that the luxuriously decorated nest of my house is made of materials to build a magpie bridge! "

Indeed, on the day of the Chinese Valentine's Day, the heavy rain was pouring, and the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd were still reunited under their feet, which was a big-name material that had undergone strict quality tests. Next year, maybe you will dismantle the nest and continue to build a magpie bridge with this material, everyone will see!

Oh, I'm convinced of you, keep singing, sing! Don't stare at me, your nest is not soaked in water, it's my nest that, that, ah! I remembered, last night, I listened to the sound of the rain and unconsciously urinated in the pit, I woke up from the couch, and I couldn't continue the good dream, this time you sing happily! I don't have the strength to compete with you, I'll have to take my cocks out to dry in the sun, or I'll not be able to sleep at night.

Hearing me say this, the old neighbor suddenly screamed twice, and his family also screamed like a fryer, as if I really urinated in the pit, and at the same time they couldn't enjoy it, and at the same time they might spread the news to the sky, and maybe it became the joke when the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd got together next year.

When I went out in the morning, I looked at the gloomy sky and thought about last night's dream, and felt that the gray clouds in the sky would be blown away by the wind in a short time. How can it be that it has not rained for the past few days?

Such a thought made me feel good. However, the good mood only lasted for a short time, and then it was poured like a basin of cold water by the cuckoo's phone call.

This autumn, many unpleasant things are like yellow leaves, fluttering in the wind in a daze.

At this moment, I was sighing at Du Juan, although she was thousands of miles away, she still cared about everyone in the company, and the speed of getting news was much faster than mine, thanks to her very slippery WeChat group and circle of friends, and she lived up to her nickname of "free little speaker". Like a cuckoo bird standing on a high branch, what can't she see, what can't she hear? If she can't see or hear, she won't be a cuckoo bird. Of course, no matter when, where, or under any circumstances, I am glad that I have such a friend.

It's impossible to talk about how good the good news is, or how bad the bad news is. In short, Du Juan gave me two messages on the phone early in the morning, which seemed to me to be unexpected.

One is that Boss Lan has returned from Dalian and is ready to take back the store that Yu Niannian and Boss Mei took over from the ACCCIM; The other is the female apprentice of Cuckoo's husband, her best friend, who occupied her husband, and it happened right in front of her eyes.

Listening to the sound of the cuckoo crying on the phone, I could imagine that she must have been lying alone on the bed in the small hotel, with no teeth for a long time, and her eyes were red from crying when she held the phone. The thought of this breaks my heart. Although, I kept talking to the cuckoo in my mouth, it was your person who wouldn't leave, and if it wasn't you, he couldn't keep it, but the tears couldn't stop falling with the cuckoo.

At noon, I didn't go to the small restaurant upstairs to eat a boxed lunch, and there were only a few old friends left, and it was boring, saying that I was really not hungry.

When I was in a daze, the old girl sat in front of me with half a watermelon in her arms. The watermelon wafted into my nostrils with a sweet smell, and I looked at her seriously with wide eyes, probably because of the tears that had fallen with the cuckoo in the morning, which would make my eyes astringent.

Half a bright red watermelon lined her fair face, a pair of red phoenix eyes, the tail end was raised upward, and the faint Emei floated on the top of the eyes like a distant mountain green daisy, and the distance between the eyebrows was just right. The circulating eye waves are just like a landscape painting splashed with ink, with a stroke of danqing, and the ink flows for years. At this moment, the old girl gently tapped me on the top of my head with a small spoon in her hand, which was naughty and cute.

"Have you had lunch? I have to eat a piece of watermelon every day after eating, otherwise I don't feel full? She said.

"I didn't feel hungry, I didn't eat lunch." I say.

She was stunned, muttering alone, how can she do it without eating? He broke open a large watermelon and placed it in front of me. Then, with the spoon in his hand, he dug into the small piece and ate it happily.

I've always liked to admire the way people eat, and it's probably because I can't eat much. Even to this day, I have not counted more than once or twice when I gobbled up food, even when I was extremely hungry. More than once I envy people who are blessed with mouths, because they seem to have a pretty good old intestine and belly to help them absorb and digest the food that flows into their stomachs.

"Are you here to eat? Why are you staring at me? The old girl said.

"Haven't you heard of looking at you like eating?" I say.

Giggled, the old girl laughed. The red watermelon in the mouth seems to dye the whole mouth the same color as the watermelon, and it looks very red anyway. Watermelon water ran down the corners of her grinning mouth and dripped onto the front of her clothes, and she hurriedly wiped it with the back of her hand. I pulled out a few tissues from the paper drawer box to wipe her down, but as soon as I put my hand on her breast, she slapped it and knocked my hand off.

I was stunned.

"Oh, excuse me, did I insult you?" I couldn't hold back my laughter.

"I'm not used to people touching my sensitive spots, and I just feel the cold hairs standing on end." The old girl said.

"I let you say this, and my hair is standing on end now! Good intentions always do bad things. I said.

"Eat it, the watermelon will be a minus melon in a while. By the way, I have to go back, Sister Yan came this morning, she was not very happy to see it, and she didn't speak in the morning, you have to eat! After the old girl finished speaking, she packed up the watermelon rind and walked out.

I thought to myself, what kind of friend can make her as excited yesterday as a pink flower bone, and today as if she was beaten by frost? It's hard to figure out.

After cleaning up the table, no wonder the old girl loves to eat watermelon all day long, it's so sweet!

At this time, while I was nibbling on the watermelon, I was thinking, Du Juan said that Boss Lan had come back from Dalian and wanted to take back the store from Yu Niannian, how did Du Juan know about this? For what reason would Boss Lan take back the store that Yu Niannian took over from the General Assembly?