His eyes are very bright, and I have seen many people, but they are not as bright as his.

Maybe his dirty hair made his eyes shine so brightly, or maybe he saw the sugar gourd in my hand.

I shut up embarrassedly, didn't bite down ruthlessly, and then handed the sugar gourd to him, and asked him a little reluctantly, "Do you want to eat it?" ”

He didn't reply to me, and there was still some disgust in his eyes when he looked at the sugar gourd, could it be that he didn't like to eat the sugar gourd?

I asked him again, "If you don't eat it, then I'll eat it." ”

I swallowed, desperately resisting the urge to take a bite, and quietly looked at Mu Chi, waiting for his answer.

He tilted his head in disgust: "I don't eat what other people have eaten." ”

Oh, I see.

I hastened to explain: "I swear I haven't eaten it, really." ”

Mu Chi turned his head to me again, with a question: "Really? ”

I nodded, "Really." ”

He's hungry, I know.

Mu Chi pursed his lips, took the sugar gourd, and took a bite of it, which made my heart ache, and I didn't eat a bite.

He was almost finished eating before he took the time to talk to me: "I saw that the sugar outside was almost gone, and I thought you had licked it, but it turned out to be melted, it was delicious, but it was not very sweet." ”

has become a beggar, and it doesn't matter if the food is sweet or not, how picky it should be to restore its identity.

"I promise I really didn't lick it, it was my dog."

Mu Chi looked at the last sugar gourd left, and looked at me unkindly: "Who is the dog?" ”

I pointed to the dog across the street who was cutting the root of the wall, and I said, "The dog licked it." ”

Mu Chi was not calm in an instant, he looked at me for a while and didn't say anything, I think he should dislike my dog, but I don't dislike it.

"You, are you still eating? If I don't eat it, I'll take it. ”

I asked tentatively, but he didn't reply, as if he was desperately trying to endure something, and I thought he definitely didn't want to eat it, and then pulled the sugar gourd back from his clenched hand.

As soon as the sugar gourd entered, I heard Mu Chi get up and rush towards my dog: "I'm going to kill it." ”

I chewed the sugar gourd, which was called a satisfaction, stuck the bamboo sticks against the root of the wall, and watched with a smile as Mu Chi chased the dog up and down.

The dog adhered to its nature, and was stunned and didn't howl, but Mu Chi shouted from time to time: "You run, you run, don't let me catch you, I'm going to chop you." ”

When the dog saw that he was about to be caught, he was clever enough to turn around, stab and run up the steps, and then rushed into the door of his house, and accidentally kicked the rising field of several crickets fighting at the door.

Mu Chi stopped chasing, and a few cousins stopped doing it, rolled up their sleeves and rushed to the door.

"A stupid dog raised by a fool, catch it."

"Caught this dog and chopped it up for meat."

"Where is the little fool, I want her to compensate me."

They were all half-grown children, the oldest being only twelve or thirteen years old, and the youngest younger than I am, so I naturally wouldn't bother with them.

Mu Chi ran away from sweating, he raised his hand and wiped it on his face, wiped the sweat off his face, and wiped the ash that was deliberately wiped on his face.

A little boy who is white and pure, I don't know why he wants to dress himself up like this, and he is ugly.

When he saw that I had been staring at his face, he remembered that there was no disguise on his face.