Ating looked at the embarrassed boy through a long distance.

So thin. He lay on the ground like a dying beast, his limbs spreading were covered with scars and blood. His hair was short, like a hedgehog's back, and he could see a narrow hole, slashing his forehead.

He didn't move, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his fierce light was revealed.

At this moment, Ating remembered the abused cat in the corner of the street.

I remembered its distinct ribs, sharp minions and golden vertical pupils; I remembered my bitten wrists, my neighbor's sister's band-aids; and my grandfather jumped up anxiously and scolded the wild cat for being ungrateful.

Thinking of the deep sea, the king of all beasts trapped in the zoo.

Numerous bizarre Lu Li in his previous life passed by his mind, and Ating gently pursed the corners of his lips. His warm eyes dimmed, and he felt slightly sour.

"The little monster woke up?!"

The voice of the intruder was too sudden, and Ating staggered his toes and almost fell down. Carefully stabilized the center of gravity, she saw the girl with short hair just now. Her eyebrows and eyes were thick, with a rare heroic spirit.

When Ating looked at Wang Jun, Wang Jun was also looking at her.

The sunlight in June polished the girl's round shoulder lines, making her crystal clear and white almost transparent. Ating tied her black and soft hair into a low ponytail. When she turned her face, three thousand hairs were slowly circling in the air, and she felt an indescribable sense of agility.

A strange Altin!

Wang Jun looked at it for a while, turned around and ran away.

Ating looked at her back, with her fingertips resting on the rough and uneven vents. She turned around in a daze and looked for them again, but she couldn't find them, with those beautiful and powerful amber eyes.

He seemed to be sleeping, lying on his side, curled up on his back.

The sunshine outside was so strong that it shone a little dust and could not shine on him.

"Hello."

He ignored her and didn't even bother to give her the corners of his eyes.

Ating thought for a while and said softly: "I am Ating."

Still ignore it.

Ating opened her two watery eyes, without any frustration on her face. She just looked at the cold outline, looking very quietly, as if she was waiting for the last days.

"Meow."

A long-haired cat with a black body, with the same eye color.

It jumped off the platform and came to the person with a light small step. Half of its body lay down, its head rested on its forelimbs, and its big furry tail was lowered. The black cat gave Ating a very arrogant look, and then snuggled up to the boy and fell asleep.

Light and darkness, people and cats, all scenery and images intertwined, creating a quiet and weird summer afternoon. It is not allowed to disturb outsiders.

Ading turned around and left them, back to the well to fetch water.

Their family lives in an old tiled house, and there is a layer of paint on the outside.

When you enter the door, there is an eight-immortal table and an octagonal chair. On the left is a earth stove, and the ground is covered with dust. There is an empty bed inside, and the bed is filled with debris.

The house looks like a two-story structure, connected by a wooden staircase without escalators. However, the ceiling of the second floor is very low, with a height of no more than 1.6 meters, which is more practical to call it a loft.

The small and short attic was divided into two rooms.

There were coarse cloth curtains hanging outside, a bed, a chair, a large wardrobe and a small cabinet. This was the room of Lin Xuechun and Song Yuqiu.

The inner room is naturally owned by A Ting. The bedside has small windows, which are both light and breathable. The floor is also spacious. In addition to essential furniture, there are also wooden tables and chairs.

Ating twisted the rag, wiped it along the head and tail of the bed, the windowsill, tables and chairs, and removed all the fine dirt, hair and nail chips in the gap one by one.

The dull smell disappeared and the house became neat and clean. She was satisfied. She sat at the door and opened the book, carefully reviewing the Chinese, mathematics, foreign and physical and biological dynamism in the 1980s.

Before I knew it, it was evening, and a layered orange-red color appeared in the sky. Ating raised his head and saw the smoke from every household. He suddenly remembered something: What to do for supper?

There was only one egg and half a piece of tofu on the stove, half a bowl of porridge in the pot, and a few pieces of sweet potatoes were hot on it. There was no need to ask more, the eggs must be left for her to nourish her body, and her parents planned to eat sweet potato tofu.

This is wrong.

Ating wanted to leave both eggs and rice to adults, but he also knew that they would definitely not want to.

What to do?

His eyes accidentally fell on the small vegetable garden next to the door.

The built wooden shelf is wrapped around lush branches and leaves, and no more than seven loofahs are hung in the air, like the gourd brothers in the cartoon.

Before leaving, Lin Xuechun said that if there is not enough eggs, he will pick two loofahs. There are two potatoes under the stove. Boil it with water and add some salt to eat it as a meal.

Ating didn't have a big appetite, so he opened the breakfast two meals, so he didn't touch the vegetable garden at noon. Instead, he stretched out his hands in the evening, carefully held the melon handle, and pulled it a little hard, and two mature and plump loofahs suddenly appeared in his arms.

Before cooking, Mr. Huo.

The earth stove is like a hollowed-out cube, with wooden blocks spreading on the bottom of the hollow area, with two coal blocks stuffed between them. A large handful of rice stalks are laid on top, and half a matchbox is placed next to the small stool. A Ting has never eaten pork or seen a pig run, so he cut a match based on his intuition and threw it in carefully.

Five seconds and ten seconds, no movement.

Another match was drawn to confirm that the flame was full of energy. This time, he placed it solemnly in the rice stalks, and Ading witnessed it suddenly disappearing with his own eyes.

The third match came out of the box, and the person who was peeping by the door finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Wang Jun rushed over, squeezed away the thin Ating with his butt, snatched the matchstick and threw it away. He picked up the coal clip in a familiar way, and despised him while fiddling: "What else do you do besides being stinky and beautiful? I'm so stupid, my brother will make a fire at the age of two this year!"

The bright red fire lights rose up, swaying like dancing. Ating looked amazing and turned to smile at her: "Thank you."

The eyebrows and eyes are curved, and it is indeed very strange.

Wang Jun felt his eyelids twitching, and immediately tightened his butt and moved it, fearing that she would squeeze to the ground.

But Ating had already gotten up and walked to the edge of the stove.

She had ten green fingers, round and pink fingertips, without a half-millimeter calluse, and looked like the hand of a young lady from a successful family. But she was so flexible.

Hot the pan, pour the water in, pour it into the shredded potatoes and chopped peppers, and then scoop up the half-cooked ingredients.

Ating carried an iron pot in both hands to pour out the waste water, and wiped the forehead with the back of his hand. Wang Jun then wiped his forehead and then wiped the corners of his lips.

As a farmer in Rimu Village for generations, even three-year-old children know how to feed chickens and ducks. No matter men, women, young and old, everyone has so much land on their shoulders, so many lives and responsibilities, so busy that they have no time to cook a meal seriously.

It’s both burning fire and washing and cutting, how troublesome? With this time, how many weeds can be pulled in the fields?

Ask yourself, ask others, who wants something delicious? You finish your work yourself and do whatever you like when you go home.

Can't do it?

Then you are a lazy person with a bone-breaking heart, eating, drinking and having fun.

Under the influence of this kind of thinking, unless your mother is in a good mood, except for the harvest and holidays, the whole village will eat the same food--

Roasted sweet potatoes with green vegetables, tofu, bean sprouts, eggplant and tomatoes. If you can eat them raw, eat them raw, otherwise cut them into two pieces and throw them into water and cook them.

The village chief's son yelled at them all day long: Hard work is a traditional virtue that has been passed down from our village for hundreds of years. Do you know if the little bastards keep it well?

virtue?

I obviously bought a mute wife from another place and cooked good food. The fragrance of the yard is full of fragrance three meals a day, so I feel embarrassed to play with virtue in front of the children?

snort.

The little bastards don’t take this trick, and Wang Jun is the heroine who takes the lead in resisting. As for the final result of the resistance...

Of course, her mother pressed her to the stove, peeled potatoes and loofahs during the day, and cut vegetables for the night. The next day, she swears to her friends: Virtue is good, virtue is wonderful, virtue is great, virtue is so good!!

Now seeing a small piece of lard melting in the pot, Wang Jun just wanted to raise his arms and shout: The world is so big that it tastes the most, whoever loves beauty will be beautiful will be beautiful!

The chili peppers with dried garlic slices, something strange in her eyes went to the pot to put it. White smoke drifted everywhere, and coarse salted MSG and white sugar were added. The shredded potatoes were turned on the iron pot, as if they were also turned on Wang Jun, who hadn't experienced the delicious food for eight hundred years.

She was very sad, sad that her mother was not good at doing well, and she didn't learn how to cook for three days when she was looking for a mute wife. She even more surprised by the change of A Ting, and asked, "Hey, what did you say to the little monster again in the afternoon?"

The tone is not very good, he is deliberately rude.

Ating only has one head, one pair of hands and one pair of ears, so he is naturally very strict in doing things.

Peel and slice the hands, cut the two loofahs into a bowl of even thickness in a few blinking gaps. The eggs are also crisp and crisp and stirred.

The water in the pot boils, take the opportunity to pour the loofah in and add salt. Then stir the soup with bamboo chopsticks, add egg liquid to the pot, and add a small spoonful of lard.

The thick soup was bubbling, and the light loofah was wrapped in the fragrance of eggs, making the stomach feel ready.

Artin's mind came back and asked in confusion: "Who is the monster?"

Wang Jun had a strange expression, "Don't you know?"

Shake your head.

Wang Jun's expression was even more strange, as if he saw a freshly released little monster, "You and A Nian were the most yelling, but you forgot about this?"

Pointing to the next door.

"ah……"

A very light and subtle sound.

Wang Jun raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you remember?"

Still shake your head.

Originally, Ating had a bad temper and thought she was the most beautiful woman in the village. She had to marry into the city when she grew up and continued to be the most beautiful rich wife in the county. This dirty and smelly little monster was the waste she looked down upon the most.

In fact, besides A Nian, who has the same ideal, who is the one in the village who she really likes?
To be continued...