"I saw the falling flowers all over the ground, and the chrysanthemum bloomed in the east fence in an instant."

In the morning, a leaf falls and whirls to the ground, and a gust of wind blows it under the railing in the corner, and the autumn scenery leans against the railing of the small courtyard.

You see, the yellow chrysanthemums dot the sparse hedges, and the red leaves half-hide the deep paths. The cockscomb raised its head to attract the bees that were noisy all day long, the wild petunias that climbed up, twisted around the old corn to prevent it from brushing its whiskers with its hands, and the sunflowers leaned back and laughed so much that they hung their heads and dropped several teeth.

At this moment, the peony danced in the wind and turned its brown body, peeking at the yellow leaves of the peony purse running around, and was blown to the edge of the sky by the golden wind blowing from the west.

The rolling heat turned into white clouds, floating and swinging above my head like a flock of sheep, drifting away and slowly getting lost in the sky.

My nest of lovely old neighbors, since the Tanabata flight back, seems to be addicted to building bridges, from morning to night non-stop busy renovating the old nest. At this moment, looking at their thickening nests, the new branches are intertwined with the old, as if this is spreading out the big quilt that has survived the winter, and it is so ambiguous that it cannot be warmed.

I was walking out in the courtyard when suddenly the phone rang.

Oh, my old friend Cuckoo is back, and he asked me to meet at the old place.

Unusually, this time I had to go and occupy a place to find a seat, which was not my forte, I chose a time that was not the so-called meal time, four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Today's bud rice sticks, so tender! You taste it! The proprietress of the egg scones standing at the corner of the street told me.

Thinking of the cuckoo's love for this, I nodded at her.

"Yo! Come on five sticks! I said.

In the corridor of the building, I met my aunt, who was robbed by her and took away a year old. At this moment, when I came to the store, the fragrance of bud rice sticks was very strong, and in an instant, it filled the house. The foodies came over with a wisp of taste, especially Sister Yan, who loves to eat budding rice flowers, as if she had seen the delicacies of the mountains and the sea. The wolf has more meat and less meat, and there is not enough to divide it, and the cuckoo can't eat it.

After a busy day, look at the time.

At this time, I took leave to leave an hour early and came to the old place where I had dinner.

Familiar little restaurant, familiar little boss. At this moment, I walked through the foyer to a table by the window and sat down, the begonia flowers on the windowsill were still there, but the pink heart-shaped petals had fallen on the windowsill before they opened, and the edges of the leaves were slightly yellow.

Begonias should be the most gorgeous bloom in autumn against the autumn sun, but they are so haggard. The wet soil in the pot was too much water, so I broke a pair of bamboo chopsticks from the middle and placed them parallel to the bottom of the pot to ventilate it.

The cuckoo called, and I told her that I had ordered her favorite home-cooked cold dish and the old hen stewed with mushrooms.

It's weird, it's obviously a dish to entertain your son-in-law? But she likes to eat a lot. When the child was on summer vacation, Du Juan said that she had to come back to make up lessons with the child no matter how far away.

At this time, the tanned cuckoo sat opposite me and smiled when she showed a mouthful of big white teeth, and this swarthy complexion made me feel very uncomfortable compared with her white and tender skin before.

People seem to have changed, at least it looks like the clothes she wears are not the same style as before.

The former ponytail is gone, replaced by short hair cut to the ears and dyed bright red.

A long pullover that looks brighter than your hair can be worn as a skirt T-shirt, covered with a bat coat that fades from blue to green, and a pair of yellow scoop shoes under a pair of large pink long-legged stockings. The handle made of metal, the small round leather bag made of red cowhide, the bulging gills, and the black rhinestones glued to it, how do you look like the "sesame dumplings" that I often go to the morning market and buy for my children.

This dress made her look even more unsweet and salty, and she wore it alive with a feeling of competing with the gorgeous feathers of the parrot. I think there must be a lot of interesting stories behind the cuckoo dressing herself up in these beautiful colors.

It is said that one side of the water and soil raises one side of the people.

At this time, the cuckoo's voice was slightly tongue sticking out very straight, and the voice was stuck in the southerner taste of the top part of the throat near the nasal cavity, and I couldn't tell which region it was anyway. Forgive me for being unheard, because I really don't go to many places, and I know very little about the regional dialects.

"How is this old hen eating, it was originally a dish to entertain the son-in-law who came to the door, why did you still make eye contact with it?" As I spoke, I looked at the cuckoo who was making chicken legs, and poured her a glass of beer.

"I'm not eating an old hen stewed mushroom, I miss my family, I miss you!" The cuckoo said with big eyes flashing.

Suddenly, when I heard the cuckoo say such a sensational remark, my nose was sore. Her eyes turned to the begonia flowers on the windowsill with dense leaves, and she was afraid of bumping into the big misty eyes of the azalea, she must have suffered a lot outside.

"Tian Tian has become a big girl, I guess, she must be a lot more beautiful, right?" I say.

"Yes, I've become a big girl, I haven't seen you for more than half a year, and I don't dare to recognize it this time? You call me a. Cuckoo said.

The cuckoo became more edible than before, and the person became fatter.

As she ate, she told me about every city she had been to and the little bazaars in every place she had been outside.

I was surprised by the number of cities she visited, and it was basically a week in one city. The residences are all small hotels, and the workplaces are all looking for markets and stalls selling pots and pans. In addition, Cuckoo has launched a new project to sell a series of small things such as hairpins, hair flowers and handkerchiefs.

I praise the cuckoo, quite business-minded.

She said that she wanted to fix in one city at the beginning, but when the sales were not good, she had to move to another city, which was no different from running the rivers and lakes to sell her art.

Her husband used to have a friend who did this, even if he was a master. The city you go to must first talk to the master to avoid "colliding" with other peers.

Du Juan said that he has been out in the rivers and lakes for a year. It's not, I remember that when she first left, it was also during Tiantian's summer vacation. Her husband was very reluctant to let the cuckoo come back to accompany the child for a summer vacation, but he couldn't help it.

Du Juan said that her husband accepted a female apprentice to help out of the stall, and Du Juan also got along very well with the female apprentice and became best friends.

At the end of the year, in addition to food, drink and various expenses, the remaining money can be twice as much as when I worked at home. Her husband was thinking about buying a car so that it would be easier to get around, Du Juan said.

At this moment, it was raining outside the window, and the neon lights of the city flashed on the puddles that had accumulated on the ground. An autumn rain and a cold, although not as expensive as spring rain, but autumn rain is also a rare gift in early autumn to moisten the crops that are about to be harvested.

Du Juan said that when he first went to Chongqing, the first thing he did was to think about eating hot pot, and I told the truth that I thought the same way.

Then, under the introduction of the hostess of the hotel, she and her husband had a delicious hot pot meal.

The difference from the Northeast is that the hot pot is made of oil as the base material to shabu, which is very fragrant, but after eating, I feel that I have eaten too many chili peppers.

I really didn't expect that the hemorrhoids would occur the next day, and when the pain was so painful that she couldn't stand it, she went to the local hospital for an operation.

Her husband said that standing outside the gate of the sixth floor of the hospital, he could hear the cuckoo's howl in the examination room very clearly in the middle of the night. As he spoke, Cuckoo wiped the sweat from his face with his hands, and sighed that he had really suffered a good crime. There are no old intestines and old stomachs that the locals have soaked with chili peppers for many years, and they can't hold the spiciness, and the stomach is as if it is burning, and it can't be scratched or scratched, like ants on a hot pot.

Cuckoo said that she lived in the hospital after the operation and told her husband that she wanted to eat a pot of stewed mushrooms from the old hen in the Northeast, and her husband specially found a Northeast restaurant and ordered one for Cuckoo to send to Cuckoo, and Cuckoo said that she only ate one bite and felt that it did not taste stewed.

When I heard the cuckoo say this, my face was a little hot, and I was embarrassed by what the cuckoo said as soon as I entered the door, and I thought she was sensationalizing. A wanderer in a foreign land misses his relatives every festive season, let alone when he is sick.

Why does she want to eat a pot of old hen stewed mushrooms in the Northeast? obviously missed his parents and relatives, and at that time, in the heart of the cuckoo, what could compete with this pot of old hen stewed mushrooms?

When we were working together, Cuckoo didn't often take back an old hen weighing ten pounds from her mother's piece and stew it, which was the grain chicken that her mother had kept for her all year round! At the thought of this, I almost burst into tears.

After a while, I asked the cuckoo how he remembered to wear such a brightly colored dress, whether he felt old and decrepit, tired of the old man's shirt, or wanted to find a new way of dressing. Anyway, I had everything I could think of.

Cuckoo's answer was not what I expected, she said it was her professional attire. In order to make more money in the market, she had to dress up differently from the locals every day, in her own words, like an exotic bird chirping in the market, and the locals called her husband "Siberian Tiger" as if she were watching a circus show, and the cucklea giggled.

The night was dark, and now we came out of the tavern, and the rain was pouring down. The temperature dropped to about fifteen or six degrees.

The cuckoo said that the cold raindrops hit her stocking-wearing legs as if they were about to freeze, and I laughed at her and said that the beautiful parrot would be frozen and lose her hair after the rain in the autumn of the Northeast, and before I could finish speaking, the cuckoo clenched his fist and smashed it on my shoulder a few times, and it felt more painful than before.

At this moment, I reluctantly stuffed the cuckoo into a taxi at the intersection and waved goodbye, I crossed the road, took a taxi on the opposite side, and disappeared into the rainy night of early autumn.

The years go by.

The next time we meet, we may have to wait another year, and the raindrops wet the window glass and leave a trail, like whose tears are flying in the sky.