Ant Paradise

He had longed for this small room in Shile for a long time, and had always wanted to come in and take a closer look, and today he finally had the chance to see it.Jiale sat on Shile's desk and looked around.There are not many things, a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, he doesn't even have a bedside table.On the wall where the autumn and winter school uniform was hung, summer short sleeves were hung on the wall, and there were also summer homework and a book of Water Margin spread out on his desk.

They were separated by a wall, but now that Jiale turned over, Shile didn't know how to talk to him, seeing him keep looking around, as if some secret had been discovered. "Brother Lele, you, do you want to drink water?" Jiale reacted, smiled and said, yes.

Only then did Shi Le have a chance to breathe, went out and poured water for him, Jia Le took it, "Call me Jia Lede from now on, don't call me Le Le." "Why?" Shi Le blinked and looked up at him, Naive.Jia Le hesitated, "Well, because, because, I found out that the Lu family's dog is also named Lele." "Lu family?" "Hmm. You don't know?" Jia Le put down the water and jumped off the desk, "Did you Have you seen Love is Deep and Rainy, it’s always on TV.”

Shi Le shook his head. He wasn't very interested in watching TV. It was just that after dinner, everyone would sit in the living room and watch TV. He couldn't go back to the room alone. It has never been in his hands.When Shili was there, he watched a robot animation. On TV, two robots were fighting back and forth, who was good and who was bad. Because he was not paying attention, he couldn't get an answer after watching it for several weeks.

"Then what have you been watching lately?" Jiale asked him. "Eating every day." Recently, he and his grandmother often watch this program that teaches people how to cook, and watch the chef explain what is a hob block and how to cut any meat.How did Huang Jiale, a veteran Qiong Yao drama lover, know this?

"Then, what is that TV show about?" Shi Le asked, and he regained his energy. He talked about love, hate, and hatred in detail. Shi Le was stunned when he heard the plot, "Well, so they all know each other."

"Yes!" He still wanted to drink water, but when he picked up the cup, he realized that it was gone. Shile wanted to pick it up for him again, so he felt ashamed and waved his hand, "Did I talk too much, and you didn't even know what to say?" I will definitely be willing to listen." Shi Li always said that he talked a lot of nonsense and often interrupted him, and he knew it in his heart, but he couldn't correct it.

Shi Le shook his head, "No, I'd like to listen to it. I haven't watched this TV show, so it sounds interesting." He had also overheard the discussions among the girls in his class before, but he had never been interested in these things. When Le said this, talking about Yiping who was dependent on her mother, she didn't know what it was like.It was also the first time that someone had talked so much with him so seriously. The time spent in a daze alone in the past, staring at the blank wall was filled by Jia Le dancing with his hands and feet, and was filled by such an enthusiastic and cheerful boy.

Jiale laughed happily, "If you want to listen, I'll come back tomorrow. It's just whether it will delay your homework." He glanced at Shile's summer vacation life, leaving a few application questions empty, "Chasing questions?" Shile Nodding, he is still not good at this kind of subject, not good at studying, and wanted to cover it up, Jiale squatted down, took a draft on his desktop, and began to calculate.

He finished it in just a while, and when he talked about the TV plot, he was equally careful about the topic, trying to say something about everything.After Shi Le finished writing as he taught, he heard Jia Le ask, "What is this?" Behind the draft paper was a picture of Lu Zhishen pulling a weeping willow upside down, "I drew this according to the book." Jia Le He held the paper upside down and looked at it, "The painting is really good."

He stood by the window, holding up a painting by Schroth, the dazzling summer sun permeated through the paper and onto his face, his face was soft golden.