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Volume 1 We Live in Nanjing Chapter 1 Pinellia

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    ? No. 66, Muxuyuan Street, Qinhuai District, Qinyuan, Meihua Villa.

    This is one of the few livable communities in the city. The facilities are old but still complete.

    The little girl walked through the gate of the community with her bag on her back. The vines on the walls of the residential buildings on both sides grew wildly, and the pink marble wall paint was in the gaps between the overlapping round green leaves. No one took care of it for many years. A seagull  It flew over flutteringly, stopped on the window sill and tilted its head curiously.

    She lives in Unit 2, Building 11, turn left 20 meters into the gate of the community.

    Eighth floor, 804.

    There is no elevator in the old building, so you have to step up the stairs step by step. It is quite tiring to climb the stairs. The girl went up to the fifth floor in one breath, and then slowed down. She was carrying a bag and carrying a heavy bag in her hand.  The cloth bag is ticking all the way.

    When she reached the seventh floor, she patted the door of 703 and shouted: "Uncle Huang! Old Huang! I'm back! Your old father, Banxia, ??I'm back!"

    No one paid attention to her at the door, maybe she had fallen asleep and hadn't woken up.

    Lao Huang has always turned day and night upside down.

    Ban Xia went upstairs panting, the cloth bag in her hand was shaking, the scarlet viscous liquid soaked the cloth and sprinkled on the steps.

    She didn't notice, and just ticked all the way upstairs.

    The eighth floor is the top floor. There are two households on the first floor. Doors are opposite to each other. One door can be opened, while the other door has been sealed by sundries. In the stairwell, a rope is pulled to dry wet clothes, and Ban Xia slips through under a black coat.  , touched the hair.

    Arriving at the door of his house, the bag changed hands, took out the key from the pocket, "creaked¡ª" twisted the door open, and then entered the door to put down the things and change the shoes.

    "Mom and Dad, I'm back."

    Parents were sitting on the sofa, Ban Xia looked up and found that some dust had fallen after a day, so she came over and dusted them off.

    Some dust was blown in from the window. I forgot to close the French windows in the living room last night, and there was even a little fresh bird droppings on the floor.

    "I went to the teacher, but the teacher is still as strict. I chatted with her about today's learning results. In fact, there is not much progress. Self-study is really difficult."

    Ban Xia briskly took off her coat and trousers, leaving only a vest and shorts, stretched her slender arms and thighs, and then sat down on the sofa.  With the sound of creaking springs, the girl slumped there to rest for a while, and then hugged her father's shoulders, "It would be great if someone could teach me, please ask God to give me a great god, and it would be best to be handsome."

    God still didn't answer her request.

    She prayed many times, and she stood on the top of the building and shouted to the sky: God¡ª¡ª!  Please give me a handsome guy¡ª¡ª!  The kind of handsome guy who can help me carry wild vegetables like a cow and a horse¡ª¡ª!

    Unfortunately, God only agreed to half of her request.

    The handsome guy didn't.

    Enough for cattle and horses.

    I don't know how many wild buffaloes passed by in groups on the alfalfa garden street in front of the door while shitting, and swayed their tails and scattered their shit everywhere.

    "There is a lot of deer dung on the alfalfa garden street. I don't know what kind of deer it is, but there must be a large herd of deer here. I will go and see it tomorrow. I don't know if it is the deer that came last time."

    "The water in Crescent Lake is getting less and less, and the bottom of the lake is full of silt. I think the lake will dry up soon. I passed by there today, and I saw a pile of tin cans in the mud at the bottom of the lake. I don't know who threw them away.  over there."

    The girl said while pinching her shoulders to her parents.

    The parents sat motionless.

    "I still haven't met anyone today, so I can only try to call on the radio at night. Do you think anyone will really hear it? Although I can't find it no matter how hard I look, the teacher said that I still have to stick to it. She said that I will definitely  Someone heard, what's the date today? SeptemberSeptember 5th? Oh no, it's September 6th."

    "I'm going to cook. I'll eat alone tonight. I'll bring the teacher back to eat together." Banxia got up, dragged the cloth bag by the door and pulled it into the kitchen, leaving a dark red trace that was almost frozen, "Oh  ! Leaked, leaked, dirty the floor."

    She hurriedly dragged the bag into the kitchen, and then closed the kitchen door with a bang.

    After a long while, there was the sound of a kitchen knife chopping bones vigorously in the kitchen.

    "It's so hard to chop."

    "It's so hard, is it the spine?"

    "Oh, my head fell into the pool."

    "I can't chop it, Dad! Mom! Is there any problem with eating ribs tonight? If there is no problem, I will cook the ribs!"

      Soon the house was filled with a strong smell of meat, and the soup pot in the kitchen was gurgling.

    A mouse slid down from the ceiling, climbed up the sofa along the floor, climbed up the shoulders of the parents along the sofa, and tore at their clothes.

    Banxia heard squeaks in the kitchen, poked her head out and saw a mouse, and rushed over with a spoon.

    "dead mouse!"

    She waved it over with a spoon.

    The mouse screamed urgently, got under the sofa and disappeared.

    Mice are really annoying, and these mice are not afraid of people, they come out to act as monsters at night, Ban Xia can hear them having a sports meeting on the floor at night when they are lying on the bed, rustling, making people unable to sleep.

    If you fall asleep, they will be even more lawless. They will get into the bed, into the sleeves, and into the hair. Pinellia wakes up more than once in the morning and finds something moving in the hair.  A little mouse came down, twisting and screaming on the ground.

    Well, breakfast is settled.

    After dozens of minutes, Ban Xia, whose face was full of oily smoke and sweat, came out with a hot aluminum pot, wrapped the handle with a rag, twisted and hissed all the way, and put the pot on the coffee table while breathing in the cool air.

    The milky white soup in the pot overflowed the edge of the pot and spilled on the table.

    "Hot, hot, hot! It's so hot." The girl put her fingers in her mouth and stomped her feet vigorously, as if stomping could speed up the cooling and heat dissipation. She stirred the soup in the pot with a spoon, and brought it out from the kitchen.  Stack the bowls, a total of four.

    She put the four bowls on the table respectively, and said as she put them:

    "This is Dad's."

    "This is shit."

    "this is mine."

    The last bowl was pushed to the edge of the empty table.

    "This is the teacher's."

    "The teacher is a guest, so the teacher comes first." Ban Xia chuckled, took a boiled little palm out of the soup pot with chopsticks, and put it in the bowl, "Here, it's very rotten, don't be polite.  "

    After finishing speaking, she put her hands together and took a deep breath:

    "Then Dad, Mom, teacher, I'm cooking! ?
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