Grandpa said he just took a nap, but unexpectedly it rained.

I wanted to comfort my grandfather, so I said that on the way back from school, I also encountered rain and soaked the book.

Who knew that the scene of heroes cherishing heroes in my imagination not only did not appear, but also got a few "tsk" sounds from my grandfather.

I:......

"You don't have brains either."

"Yes, yes, so my grandfather has to live a long life, because Lixia has no brains and is still a child."

"Your brother is in college, and you're embarrassed to say you're still a kid." Although my grandfather was teaching me a lesson, he was actually smiling, and Comrade Yuan Xi was such a person.

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Dry the books for my grandfather, re-flatten the pages, and place the books on several wooden shelves as my grandfather instructed.

This small three-bedroom on the first floor is only 80 square meters, the daylight is insufficient, and it is a little cold in winter, in fact, this living environment is not good for the grandfather's legs.

If you want to say what are the advantages of this first-floor house, it probably belongs to two patios, and a double-patio house in a place like Shanghai where every inch of land is valuable, which is equivalent to an extra 30 square meters without spending extra money.

My grandfather likes to raise birds, grow flowers, and grow small tea leaves that can be made into tea, but I haven't figured out what they are.

The yard is an essential place for him.

After accompanying our family to move to Pudong, my grandfather remembered the most is the big balcony of the old house in Puxi, although the balcony faces the west, but because the area is very large, there is no shelter on the left and right, and the sunlight is also sufficient, except for the summer afternoon, when the sun is shining in the west, the heat seems to be shooting the flaming mountain in Journey to the West, which is really not very comfortable, and the rest of the time, the big balcony of the old house is my grandfather's favorite place.

Now, there are also some flower pots piled up in the two small courtyards, and a few pots of cacti are grafted with red and yellow, unnamed flowers, and they are also very energetic.

When he was almost finishing the wet books, my grandfather shouted outside: "Lixia, you can help me send these books to No. 212 before dinner. ”

"Oh, okay, I'll be there in a moment."

Room 1001, No. 212 Changli Road, even if it is a bookstall in Pudong, it is actually a small two-room room of 50 square meters, and it is a husband's house built in the eighties, this small house can be rented for about 4500 a month, but this rent has nothing to do with us, this small house is full of books moved from the old house, I can't count how many books, and I won't use the number book to learn addition and subtraction like when I was a child.

"How many books is one book plus two books?"

My grandfather held a book in his left hand and placed it in front of me with his right hand.

I sat on the ground, bit my fingers, and counted with a smile, "One, two, three, three." ”

Grandpa smiled proudly, and then asked confidently, "So what is 1+2?" ”

I replied, "2," and happily waited for the compliment.

In exchange, it was a sad face of "children can't be taught".

When I came to the study with the book in my hand, it was evening, and the clouds in the distance were orange-red, and the sunlight came through the plane trees, until I came to me, dyeing the sycamores along the street, the white wedding dresses in the shop windows, the apples, lychees, and pineapples in the fruit store, all orange, soft like a goldfish stealing a princess's dress, unable to hide the long and soft skirt.

The weather is clear, the road surface is not completely dry, squatting on the ground, the green moss at the joints of the steps is growing softly, this kind of light rain is the most suitable season for the growth of moss, grandpa said, this kind of moss does not attract insects, after the pot is full, it is full of vitality.

I opened the windows of both rooms as my grandfather said, and in an instant, the air in the room flowed, and the smell of old books swam in the room like small transparent fish.

I walked back and forth between them, picked up a copy of Natsume Soseki's "Heart", and read it by the light outside the window.