There is always a kind of happiness that can make people put their hopes in it, unable to extricate themselves, give up all thinking, and act like fools. So, who doesn't want to be a fool? (Preface)

"No, I'm sorry." A pool of warm spring water flowed into my ears, and then my body became crispy. I looked up at the figure that seemed to emerge from the painting, and followed the intoxicating incense and put my gaze into her gentle eyes. I have never seen such a striking girl, with a moth head and eyebrows, cheeks and braided teeth. A few wisps of green silk rode the shy autumn wind, swinging in the slippery air.

She didn't react to me, just looked at her in a daze, turned her head slightly sideways, frowned slightly, and the peach color of her cheeks was undoubtedly visible on her fair cheeks.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't see it. "I glanced at the old captain, and thankfully he had gone a long way. I didn't dare to look at her face, and the girl was just like what I had seen in my dreams, forcing my heart to beat incessantly.

The girl laughed softly at the look of nervousness on my face: the corners of her mouth were raised, and a slow snort was accommodated.

"You're from outside?" She said softly, in a gentle voice, and pursed her lips as she turned her head to look at the old captain who had stopped watching us from a distance.

"Hmm." I answered. I wanted to go on to say that we came from the sea and wanted to live here for a while, but somehow I couldn't speak when I looked at her, as if she had lost her language function. I found that this is not a trivial problem, it seems to have become a serious psychological disorder, so I can't open my mouth when I see the girl I like.

"I happen to have a spare room at home, why don't you stay here?" The girl said naturally, the oblique bangs fell down the moment she lowered her head, lightly covering the small half of her face, she naturally shook her head and picked it behind her ear with her index finger. I suddenly remembered that Cher had done this before, and then frowned fiercely. Even if she really liked me, what would it be? My heart began to be agitated again. I know how uncomfortable it is to miss Cher, to be so emotional about an ordinary girl, let alone a dream lover who looks like me fantasizes. I don't know how long it will take me to forget about her after the separation.

I sighed and looked at the old captain in front of me, who saw that we had been talking all the time, and walked back.

"Hello, uncle." The girl smiled at the old captain, revealing half of her tiger teeth and a pair of sweet dimples.

"Hello boy." The old captain should arrive.

"You are from outside, and if you want to rest, come to my house." The girl smiled and said to the old captain.

"That couldn't be better, thank you, little girl." The old captain patted me on the shoulder, and then walked forward, with the girl leading the way.

I walked at the back and looked at her graceful back, my heart pounding.

After walking a stone road and passing through a small bamboo forest, the small brick buildings in the village gradually came into view. The village was much larger than expected, and there were rows of small rooms on the hill, separated by paths paved with stone bricks, and the winding canals were surrounded by regular bricks and stones, and an elegant bridge was erected in the middle of the long one.

After a few turns, we finally came to the girl's house, pushed open the outermost fence gate, and entered the front yard, surrounded by some poultry. We went up the stairs and into the house, and the girl put down the basin in her hand and shouted inside, "Mom and Dad, there are guests." ”

"It's coming!" A man's voice responded, and after a while, a tall and tall middle-aged man helped a middle-aged woman out of the bedroom. The old captain nodded to them, said hello, and then told them where we came from. I also stepped forward and called out to my uncle and aunt.

"This kid looks really good." My aunt looked at me with a smile and said, but her voice was weak. I looked up and saw that my aunt's face was very bad, and she should have been sick for a long time.

"I'm not feeling well today, Xiaoya, you can make something to eat for the two of you." She looked at the girl and said.

"Got it, Mom, go into the house and rest." The girl answered, then went to the table, poured us two glasses of water, and placed them on the small coffee table in front of the chairs. My eyes followed her movements, as if I missed a second and I would be gone. It wasn't until she put down the glass and raised her head that her gaze hit my face that I hurriedly avoided her gaze in astonishment, picked up the one on the table and drank it. Who knew that the water was so hot that I choked it out.

"It's okay." The old captain patted me on the back and said, "Why don't you look at the water when you are such an adult, is it hot?" ”

"Are you alright?" The girl bent down and looked sideways at me, her nervous expression making me want to be burned again.

"It's all my fault for not telling you that the water was freshly boiled."

"It's okay," I said in a hoarse voice, my esophagus hurting hotly, but I could only pretend to be okay. After a while it was not possible, so I went out, and the girl followed, and the old captain motioned for her to come with her, and the girl stood at the door, and watched us leave her cabin.

Out of her sight, I hurried towards the ditch and leaned over to drink the water. The old captain grabbed me, asked the people nearby for two glasses of cold water, and let me drink them. But when I drank it, I felt a little better, and when I got to my stomach, my esophagus was still hot and painful, but I really couldn't drink it, so I could only sit by the ditch and endure the severe pain.

'It's a shame to die...,' I thought to myself, and the more I thought about it, the more ashamed I felt. I sat with the old captain until dusk, when I felt less pain, and then returned to the girl's house.

"You're back." The girl heard the footsteps, greeted the door from the stove, wore a pink apron, frowned slightly, looked at me worriedly, and asked, "Are you alright?" ”

Originally, I could still squeeze out some sound after drinking, but who knew that now I can't even speak, and my throat must be swollen, so I had to nod.

"It's all right," said the old captain, looking at the girl, "you don't have to worry about him, go about your business." ”

"Okay, then you sit down and rest for a while." The girl pointed to the chair next to her, and went back to the stove to cook.

After a while, a large table of fragrant food was ready. The girl specially made me some soft and glutinous things that were easy to eat: the staple food was porridge, and the dishes were mainly green vegetables. Then she called her parents out, and everyone sat down around the table, ready to enjoy this sumptuous meal.