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After hastily eating breakfast, Shen He tidied up the belongings first, then brought a clay basin under the bed, and said: "If you want to relieve yourself, go in here, daddy goes out for a walk." Then he hurriedly closed the door and went downstairs, as if to escape.
As soon as he left, the small attic became quiet, but the noise from outside gradually came in.
Through the half-covered window, Mo Mo saw the pure white clouds floating on the blue sky, the color is so pure. This boy who is used to seeing the gray sky couldn't help being crazy, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, he raised his ears to listen to the movement outside the windowhe heard the sound of boats passing through the water, and Wu Nong's soft-spoken teasing and the laughter of some children at play.
After lying down for a while, I still couldn't fall asleep. Shen Mo propped up his arms vigorously, trying to sit up and look out, but his body seemed to be filled with lead, and he fell back on the hard bed, causing him to hiss and gasp for air.
He is a stubborn person by nature, the more he can't get up, the more he tries again and again. After a while, he tossed and sweated all over his body, lying straight on the bed, panting heavily.
At this time, the door was pushed open violently, and at first the fat woman appeared in front of Shen Mo again, and a thin man with a big box on his back followed her with his head bowed.
The woman had seen Shen He leave a long time ago, walked in grandly, sat down on the bench, and without looking at him silently, pointed to the man: "Put it in the corner, and put those baskets as well Bring it up."
The man looked at the sweating silence, and couldn't bear it and said: "This little brother is sick, let's not bother him."
"Let a little mother die." The fat woman looked at Shen Mo contemptuously, and said angrily: "Our family can't get a foot in it, so where else can we put it?"
"Can it be placed on the ground floor." The man said cautiously.
"Fuck off." The fat woman said angrily, "It's raining, the water is soggy, what should I do if my house grows mushrooms? You poor ghost, buy me new ones?" As she spoke, she shifted the blame to the man On him, pointing at his nose and scolding him that he is poor and worthless, it will be bad luck for eight lifetimes if he follows him, and if he doesn't steal a man, his ancestors will smoke.
Shen Mo listened silently at the side, and thought to himself: 'If someone really cheated on you, it would be smoke from your ancestral grave. '
The man was so embarrassed by the wife's scolding that he quickly put the box on the ground, and said: "I'll go down to get it again." Then he fled in despair.
The fat woman spat fiercely at his back, and felt that she was not finished, and was ready to play the bad luck of silence again.
Silently but violently coughed, his face turned white and red. Coupled with the profuse sweating on his head, he looked like he was seriously ill.
Seeing him coughing non-stop, the woman tentatively asked, "What's wrong with Nongsu?"
Silence panted: "Old" Then he coughed again.
"What? Tuberculosis tuberculosis?" The fat woman's complexion suddenly turned pale, as if sitting on a nail, she jumped three feet high. With a scream, he scrambled out the door. He didn't pay attention when going out, tripped over the threshold, fell out all of a sudden, and just hit the arms of the man who was carrying a bag up in one hand, and the two of them rolled down like rubber balls.
Silently, there was only a faint rumbling sound, followed by the woman's howling like a pig: "You won't catch me"
"I can't take it" The man's aggrieved voice came from downstairs.
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After a while, the short-clothed man with a bruised nose and swollen face came up again. He didn't dare to look silent, picked up his suitcase and hurried out.
Silently called him from behind: "Actually, ahem, what I want to say is old"
However, the man stepped up his pace, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye, as if staying in this room for a moment, his life would be in danger.
"I'm not sick," Shen Mo rolled his eyes and said, "Why didn't you wait for me to finish?" Dealing with these foolish men and women is really easy.
Secretly farting for a while, silently feeling sleepy for a while, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
?He fell asleep for a long while, only to be awakened by the sound of going upstairs. Without opening his eyes, he coughed depressedly: "I really have tuberculosis, don't you feel relieved now?"
However, hearing a string of pleasant laughter like silver bells shocked people's spirits. Shen Mo opened his left eye, and saw a fair-skinned, smiling little girl, holding a food box in one hand and covering her mouth with the other, standing pretty at the door.
This girl is petite, she can only be thirteen or fourteen years old. There are double buns on her hair, a light green long skirt, and a double-breasted colorful paddy field bijia.?It is too beautiful, but it is more youthful and cute, which makes Shen Mo's eyes shine.
But it was only for a moment, and his eyes returned to normal. After reading countless silent comrades, he knew that this kind of little girl was the most difficult to deal with, so it was better not to provoke her.
Sure enough, when the girl saw him sizing her up without hesitation, she stared at her almond-shaped eyes, and was about to open her mouth to make a sarcasmbut the silence suddenly returned to normal. A bunch of words were suffocated there, and it was not true to say it, and it was not true if it was not said. It made my face flushed, and it took a long time to recover.
Gouging him out, the girl walked into the room, put the food box on the table, and said angrily, "Hey"
"I don't call you hello." Mo Mo teased her intentionally.
"You!" Looking at this boy of similar age, she found that he was quite good-looking. The little girl decided not to get angry with him, and glared, "Are you Shen Xianggong's son?"
"Yes." Shen Mo nodded and said, "Who are you?"
"I am" The little girl rolled her black and white eyeballs and said with a giggle, "I won't tell you."
"Okay," Shen Mo said with a smile, "Then I won't ask."
The little girl suddenly felt discouraged, curled her lips and said: "Actually, if you ask again, I will tell you."
"Okay," Shen Mo said with a smile, "May I ask Gao's name?"
"Remember, her surname is Yin, and her name is Huaping." The little girl said seriously.
'A silver vase? It's a good name. ¡¯ Silence is funny. Thinking about it again, I suddenly understood, and said solemnly: "Dare to ask this girl, what is the relationship with Miss Yin's family?"
"That's my lady." Huaping's little girl raised her head proudly and said, "She's Miss's personal girl, someone with a lot of status."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Mo Mo tried to get up, but he couldn't put any effort into his body, so he had to smile wryly: "I really can't get up, it's really rude."
Seeing his attitude turn sharply, Huaping asked strangely: "You change your face so fast?"
Silently, he said solemnly: "My father has already said that if there is no Miss Yin's help, this little life will be in the hands of Lord Yan." He cupped his hands and said: "I dare not thank you for saving my life. Since Huaping girl I am here on behalf of Miss Yin, so I naturally have to show my respect."
A few high-sounding rhetoric immediately cheered up a young girl who had no experience in the world. The unhappiness when he entered the door disappeared, and Huaping still felt that he was really a good young man with a conscience and good manners.
Under the guidance of silence, the atmosphere in the attic became harmonious, Huaping opened the food box, and took out a clay pot from it. Open the lid, and a seductive aroma will overflow with steaming heat, making someone's hungry stomach growl¡ª¡ª
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