On Saturday, Rongguanguan will not go to kindergarten.

It was not yet dark, and the clouds were orange, mixed with a little red color, like a heavy color. It only takes ten minutes to walk from the convenience store at the end of the street to Zhuluanrong Village.

Six:30, supper time.

The dining table was placed in the yard, with two dishes and one soup, one big and one small, two without saying anything, so I ate with my head.

"Brother," the little one stuffed with rice, bulging his cheeks, and his eyes rolled, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Rong Li didn't look up: "No."

Rong Guanguan took a photo in his pocket with his little hand, leaned over his face and carefully: "Brother, then if you have a girlfriend, will you send me away?"

Grandma Taoshui said that he was a cheap oil bottle brought by his mother and would be sent away in the future.

Rong Li took a bite of rice. Before the heat was gone in the evening, he took off his coat and had a string of black characters on his right arm. He raised his eyes, and his eyes were so light that itchy and scattered, but there was a sensational sensation in the fading water.

"Have a meal."

Rong Guanguan: "Oh." After taking a few bites, the little guy squinted his eyes and smiled, "Brother, I don't eat much, and I'm not picky about food."

The little guy was talking about his eyes - brother, I'm easy to raise.

Rong Li picked out all the carrots from the shredded fish and put them in his bowl.

Rong Guanguan's little face collapsed: "Brother, can I not eat carrots?"

Rong Li took up two green vegetables from the soup and put them in a small bowl: "You can't picky food."

But you are also picky about food. You don’t eat carrots or vegetables... Rong Guanguan smiled at his brother with a row of small baby teeth: "Okay~"

After dinner, Rong Guanguan hugged the empty bowl and went to the kitchen. He walked squintingly, chubby, round and white body looked like a white carrot from behind.

"Brother, I'll help you wash the dishes."

Rong Li pressed a large piece of dishwashing liquid into the pot, with a pair of almond eyes hanging down, and his eyelashes were very dense: "No."

Well, Rong Guanguan put down the bowl and went out. After a while, the sound of the bowl breaking came from the kitchen.

Outside the yard, my friend was calling: "Guan Guan."

He took an egg and a bottle of water from the table, and ran away: "Here you come."

It was not dark yet, and the little kids in front and behind the village were playing in the alleys.

"Guan Guan," is Qiuhua Grandma next door, "Who cooked eggs for you?"

Rong Guanguan put his feet on the gate of the courtyard and said in a slight voice: "It's my brother."

Grandma Qiuhua has a bad waist, a hunched back, a lot of wrinkles and age spots on her face, and she smiled and had no teeth: "Your brother can still cook?"

"Won't."

"Then what do you eat?"

The child sucked two mouthfuls of water from the bottle, and was cute: "Eat hot takeaway."

“…”

Grandma Qiuhua couldn't help laughing: "What a good boy."

The sensible little guy thought it was a praise and smiled like a flower: "Thank you grandma."

Then he ran to play with his elder brothers and sisters in the village. Because he was well-behaved, his elder brothers and sisters were willing to take him to play. He was the most well-behaved in the village and could hold the rubber band for a long time without moving.

"Guan Guan, stand and don't move."

"Okay~"

Sister Xiao Zhizi hung the rubber band on his feet.

He stood obediently into a piece of white and tender "wood", learning to sing the blooming of the Malan flower in a short tone while holding a bottle and peeling the eggshell.

"Little ball, banana pear, malan blossom twenty-one, two five six, two five seven, two eight two nine thirty-one..."

The alleys of Zhuluanrong Village are covered with concrete floors, and houses are built along both sides. There is a lot of rain in the south. The roofs are mostly slopes, white walls and black tiles, which have a bit of the smell of an ancient town. Every household in the town loves to raise dogs and plant trees. Roses and green ivy climb out of the wall, red and green, winding.

In the alley, the village housewives were walking, in groups of three or five, talking and laughing.

"Listen to my wife, Mr. Yang smashed his hand."

"Which Yang Laosi?"

"Wao Qiaoyang, that one."

"I deserve him!"

Yang Laosi likes to touch thieves, and several nearby villages know what his virtues are.

Rong Jinqi’s wife asked: “Who smashed it?”

Rong Yonghua's family said: "Last night, the police went to the health center. Yang Laosi couldn't even explain clearly. He didn't know which one smashed it. They all said that it was hitting evil, which scared the person. Yang Laosi's hand was also smashed in a bad way. He had to go to the city for bone surgery. I guess he would be very sneaky in the future."

The older aunt Hongzhong smiled and said: "You must let the evil ones be cured."

As for the evil man who smashed Yang Laosi, it was an indescribable mystery.

The housewives walked from the entrance of the village to the end of the village and saw a young girl walking slowly from afar. She was Zhang Sheng's face, not from Zhuluanrong Village.

"Who is that?"

Aunt Hongzhong said: "The new tenant from Yin'e's family."

Rong Jinqi's wife's name is Zou Jinxi: "Are you from other places?"

"I heard Yin'e said it was from Nancheng."

"He looks so beautiful."

The eyebrows are dyed, the vermilion powder is not deep, the idle flowers are light, the hair on the temples is thin, and the willow waist is good. Look at the various things carefully.

She was wearing a cheongsam, moon-white, with a slim waist and a soft wool scarf on her shoulders, which was really gentle and delicate.

She stood under the lantern outside the yard, lowered her head slightly, and listened to the phone. The person on the phone called her name: Tan Xi.

Xu family in the south city, Xu Tanxi.

She has a nickname called Yaoyao.

"Tell you something, don't annoy me."

On the phone is Xu Tanxi's friend in the boudoir, whose name is Qin Zhaoli.

Xu Tanxi smiled and said, "You're not angry, you say."

The sound is clear and cool, but it does not show a sense of distance, like the autumn wind, which blows slightly cool on your face.

"I'm smashing the piece of Hetian jade that your uncle gave you." Qin Zhaoli said in detail, "Yesterday, the Xu family held a birthday party for Xu Tanling. When I saw her wearing your jade, I couldn't help but smash it."

Xu Tanxi didn't care much: "If you smash it, you'll smash it, it's not a very valuable thing."

Qin Zhaoli was probably smoking, and he felt lazy and leisurely: "When you come back, I will give you the entire emperor jade."

"good."

There was a motorcycle driving in the alley. Xu Tanxi looked back and stood inside.

The housewives who were walking saw her face clearly. Her eyebrows were bent, her willow leaves were eyebrows, her half-full autumn water waves were shimmering, her face was very small, her nose was straight and delicate, she seemed to be smiling, her lips were tinged, and she was faintly blushed.

It is a very beautiful and soft face, not strong, every frown and smile is light, three courtyards and five eyes, with the soft and light manic of ancient women.

"Then when will you come back?" Qin Zhaoli asked her.

Xu Tanxi was about to answer, and then she heard the tender child voice calling: "Sister."

"elder sister."

Xu Tanxi turned around.

The young child tilted his head and blinked his eyes at her: "Sister," he was a little baby. He was timid and stretched out his hand-the white and tender little hand, "Is this yours?"

The child held the bottle in one hand and a photo of only half burning left in the other hand. The edges of the flames turned yellow. The girl in the photo was wearing a cheongsam and holding a round fan, looking like an old woman.

Xu Tanxi recognized it: "Yes."

"I picked it up."

I picked it up in my own yard, but when I saw that my sister was beautiful, I couldn't bear to throw it away. Rong Guanguan initially thought it was his brother's girlfriend.

He handed over his white and tender hand: "Give it to you."

Xu Tanxi smiled and took it: "Thank you."

Her hands stretched out were fair and slender, without nails, and were trimmed very cleanly, just like her, gentle and square.

"You're welcome."

Rong Guanguan laughed, what a beautiful sister.

"Rongguanguan."

In the distance, my brother was calling him.

He turned around and smiled like the sun: "Brother."
To be continued...