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Best for sleeping on rainy days.

The dialect has successfully changed this sentence into that rainy days are the best for counting sheep.

After counting the sheep for most of the night, she found that she was wrong, because the English of sheep and the English of sleeping are similar in pronunciation, which obviously does not conform to China's national conditions.

Instead, she scratched and scratched on the bed all over, like a monkey with lice.

By the time she adjusted her strategy and started counting the dumplings, the calm outside the window had already returned, only the raindrops on the eaves were still pattering on the pergola.

After counting the dumplings for a while, dialect's eyelids began to fight.

Just as she was sleeping soundly, when she picked up a dumpling and was about to dip it in vinegar in her dream, she felt her ears hurt. "Ah? Mo Jiaxin, you eat dumplings, don't bite me."

Mo Jiaxin shook her white hair and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you, I'm not a Samoyed, but I'm actually a white wolf."

"so what."

"I must eat you, who made you food."

"Ah?" Dialect looked down and found that he had turned into a giant dumpling. Mo Jiaxin lowered his head and bit his stomach again.

Fang Yan's stomach lost a piece in an instant, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Fang Yan yelled and lowered his head to look into his stomach, wanting to see what he was stuffed with, and it must not be leeks, she thought so, waking up from her sleep come over.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt something warm blowing towards him.Fang Yan blinked his eyes and looked sideways. A big white dog was sitting on the head of the bed with its mouth open, drooling and panting at him.

"Ah?" Dialect yelled and sat up, "White Wolf?"

"You're so stupid! You don't even know Samoyed, so you're living for nothing." Feng Lu sat down beside her bed, "You're really promising, and you're still mouthful of dumplings and screaming after you sleep."

"Feng Lu, did you let the dog bite my ear?" Fang Yan asked, covering his sore ears.

"I don't need to be blamed for what I did. I blamed it. What's the matter?" Feng Lu picked up the water glass on the table in dialect and took a sip, "The sun is drying your butt. You are still lying in bed, you really lost your divorce Women's faces. Can you cheer up at this time."

Fang Yan was so angry that she had nothing to say, and kicked her ass, "Get lost!"

"You are just a typical nest."

"You, you're just a typical busy person. What's the reason for disturbing people's dreams this early in the morning?"

"Tut tsk tsk," Feng Lu said, snoring at the dog's hair, "what are you doing? Zhang Sheng's night meeting with Cui Yingying? I heard about it when I walked the dog in the morning. As soon as my aunt saw me, she grabbed me and said, Xiaolu, If you have nothing to do today, just go and see Yanyan, she screamed strangely in the middle of the night yesterday, she has something on her mind, don't think about doing something stupid anymore. If you get divorced, just get divorced. Just be a good person."

Dialect felt a little ashamed when he heard this, and still worried his parents.

"But your ex-husband Zhang Zilu is really a character! I heard that he directly asked for remarriage?" Feng Lu put his hand on the dog's chin and scratched it, and the big white dog shook his head slightly, looking obedient.

"What? He's just taking this matter to disgust people. If he's not happy, no one should be happy."

"Okay, don't even think about it, let's go to Qin Mo's house for lunch." Feng Lu patted Fang Yan on the shoulder.

Dialect avoided in disgust, "Touch me after petting the dog, is it dirty? Also, why are you going to eat at someone's house?"

"Because he is off today, I don't go to work, and you are on vacation too. It's such a coincidence, can we have a tripartite meeting?"

"I don't want to go. I don't need a blind date or something." Fang Yan hugged the quilt and fell on the bed, ready to send Feng Lu to stay in bed.

"No blind date! Have you ever seen a big family and good friends go on a blind date together?" Feng Lu thought about it after speaking, feeling a little guilty, and added: "The three of us have known each other since we were young, I am you Fa Xiao didn’t run away, but he can be considered half of you, the usual social circle is so small, how good it is for us to get together. Can’t you be more simple, what is your mind full of?”

"It's nothing to have a meal. Anyway, it was agreed before, but what do you think of the excitement you said?" Dialect turned his face to the side and yawned.

"He said yes, now go to the morning market to buy fresh sheep scorpions, just wait until we go to eat sheep scorpions hot pot."

"Sika deer, you are really good, the chief dispatcher, you went to Qin Mo's house to eat a big family." The dialect sarcastically said.

"Stop talking nonsense, get up quickly, or I will really let the dog bite you!" Feng Lu obviously lost her patience when she stood up.

"Cut!" Dialect cut contemptuously.

"Astro Boy!"

Fang Yan looked back, and Feng Lu gave an order, and the big white dog named Astro Boy really raised its two big paws and jumped on the bed.

"Don't! My bed sheets are newly changed, ancestor, please, can't I come down?"

Seeing that he couldn't sleep, Fang Yan resigned to his fate and opened the curtains, only to see the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and there was no trace of rain.

Qin Mo's house is on the first floor, and there is a small brick courtyard behind the house. There is a strip of land along the courtyard wall. The retired old police officer Qin planted some climbing plants such as cucumbers and beans. A natural pergola was set up above the yard. At this time, the most luxuriant thing in the yard is the moth pea. Among the green leaves, there are small lavender flowers. When the flowers fail, small beans will emerge one by one.

Police officer Lao Qin proudly pointed to the sprouting beans and said to Yan Yan and Feng Lu, "In half a month, let's use these beans to make dumplings. They must be delicious."

"Okay, don't show off, let Xiaoyan and Lulu sit down and have a sip of tea." Qin Mo's mother said, putting the fruit plate on the table in the middle of the yard, calling Fang Yan and Feng Lu to sit down.

"What is Qin Mo busy with?" Feng Lu asked.

"He insisted on stewing scorpions by himself. He said he showed his skills. I don't know where he got the energy. He usually sleeps on holidays. He doesn't even wash a bowl." Qin Mo's mother replied casually.

After hearing this, Feng Lu winked at the dialect.

Dialect pretended not to see it, and said embarrassingly: "It's rare to have a day off, let us delay it."

"It's good that you're here! He's happy and I'm happy too," Qin Mo's mother sat down beside him, "Xiaoyan, I haven't seen you in a few years. When you were in kindergarten, every time your father had a meeting, he would Put you in our office. You are so good, you can draw for a long time by yourself if you give you a pen. As for your elder brother Qin Mo, when he comes back from school, he will run to recruit you, sometimes when you are not paying attention Take the pen in your hand, and sometimes pull your braid on purpose. Make you cry every time."

"Really? I don't even remember." Fang Yan scratched his head, no wonder Qin Mo's impression of himself is that his nose runs when he cries, and the tears and snot are all for him.

"No, you were too young at that time, not even as tall as this table." Qin Mo's mother smiled.

Dialect looked at the table and thought, this guy is not bullying the weak, and he is really good at it, which has damaged the positive image of the people's police.

Qin Mo's mother picked up the thermos to add water to Dialect's cup, and asked, "How is your father? How is he?"

Dialect picked up a strawberry and put it in his mouth, "It's alright, he has a good temper, and every time he is ordered by my mother to run upstairs and downstairs, he has trained even better with his body."

Hearing this, everyone laughed hahaha.

"It's inconvenient to live upstairs when you're older, but the first floor is better." Officer Lao Qin sipped his tea.

Feng Lu said: "I envy you the most. How nice this small courtyard is. It's not easy to find such a down-to-earth house in the city."

"That's right, why don't we move back to this area, we're used to living here, and it's not as comfortable as living here." Police Officer Lao Qin said.

"Xiaoyan, are you married or single?" Qin Mo's mother suddenly asked.

Fang Yan hesitated for a moment, thinking about how to answer.

Hearing the thought behind the door, Qin Mo came out, "It's packed, and we're ready to eat in three or ten minutes."

He still looked capable, with a white T-shirt and big shorts, and flip flops on his feet. When he first entered the door, he greeted them and welcomed them into the yard, and then he went into the kitchen.Only then did Dialect see clearly his short attire.

"Hey! It's already summer for you." Feng Lu joked.

"A fool who sleeps on a cold kang depends entirely on his firepower!" Officer Lao Qin summed up in time.

"Yes, I'm a fool." Qin Mo quickly confessed in front of his father.

Everyone laughed.

Qin Mo sat down beside Dialect and asked, "What are you talking about here?"

"Hey, chatting nonsense," Qin Mo's mother said, "you are not a fool, you are already old, and you are not in a hurry for life-long affairs, if you delay you, you will be a fool, an old man, just like your father. "

"Hey, you're talking about the child, why are you talking about me again?" Officer Lao Qin put down his teacup and answered dissatisfiedly.

"Where is the dialect? Are you alone now, or two?" Qin Mo's mother inserted an apple and handed it to her son, then turned to ask the dialect.

Dialect smiled, "I'm a silly girl too. I'm not lucky in this regard." She really didn't feel ashamed to say that she just got divorced.

"Auntie, my mother-in-law said that she pickled some sauerkraut for you. I forgot to take it today, and I will bring it to you later." Seeing the embarrassment in the dialect, Feng Lu hurriedly changed the subject.

"Don't tell me, the sauerkraut pickled by your mother-in-law is so delicious, it doesn't taste the same as the outside." Qin Mo's mother raised her thumbs up, "I made sauerkraut dumplings last time, and the two old gentlemen couldn't eat two big bowls. Straight up yelling that it's delicious."

Qin Mo turned his head to look at the dialect, and said softly, "You left something with me before, and I just returned it to you today."

"What?" Dialect looked at him curiously, "Did it fall into your house?"

"Well," he nodded inconspicuously, and then said to the few people who were talking about sauerkraut, "I'm going to see the stewed lamb and scorpions in the pot."

He nodded his chin at the dialect again, motioning for her to follow.

Dialect understood his hint, stuffed a strawberry slowly and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Go, go," Qin Mo's mother waved her hands aggressively.

The author has something to say:

The dialect and Qin Mo's name match so well, uh, I didn't mean to...