your name is so tricky

At night, Mr. Ao really broke out in sweat.The heat spread even Hao Fang felt hot, Xiang wanted to move to the side of the bed to stay away from the heat source.But I would rather be hotter than to create a distance between the two.As the drowsiness deepened and the sky gradually lit up outside the window, the two hugged each other and slept until the next morning.

After Mr. Ao fell asleep, he slept until almost noon.Look around again, where is the shadow of Hao Fang.The strange room didn't bring him much discomfort, but his stomach seemed to be hollowed out, and his chest and back seemed to be stuck together.On the bedside stool, all the clothes he took off yesterday were neatly placed.Mr. Ao only vaguely remembered that Hao Fang called him, saying that he was afraid of sweating and soaking his clothes, so he took off nothing left.At that time, he was half asleep and half awake, Hao Fang asked him to stretch out his hand and he stretched out his hand, and he straightened his back straight up, so Mr. Ao was almost naked at this time.

Hao Fang didn't wake up early, but he got up immediately after waking up.He was afraid that the children would disturb Mr. Ao's sleep when they came to the house.It happened to be Saturday, and there were no classes at school, so Hao Fang accompanied his grandmother to make breakfast. When he was lighting a fire in front of the stove, he told her about Mr. Ao. The ingredients for breakfast were added.

I usually eat with the family who lives there.He eats whatever the old grandma does, and rarely has the opportunity to eat meat.Noodles are the most cooked on weekdays. I don't know if it is because of Hao Fang's arrival that the old lady made all kinds of pasta. Although they are made with the same thing, they taste different.Of course, the most important thing is that Hao Fang is not picky about food.

Just before going to the market, grandma and his grandson went out after breakfast.It is said that it is a market, but it is not as lively as imagined. It is almost the size of a small playground, and it is an open space. There are no buildings there, and even a big tree is reluctant to be planted.Fortunately, it doesn't rain often here, but if it rains, the market will not be able to catch up.The hawkers are nothing more than villagers from the nearby hills. They get up early and go to the village to buy goods, and then walk the mountain road again with heavy goods on their backs. At busy times, things are not easy to sell.

There are also some people who sell the things they grow at home. They are big and cheap, as if they have been carefully selected at home, but these things are often not easy to sell, because almost every family has them, and every family has them. many.Sometimes it has been displayed all morning, but none can be sold.Regardless of whether they can be sold or not, they will still stay in the market until they are collected and distributed.When leaving, buy some needed things at the market, and then pick up the leftovers.This time around, even I couldn't figure out whether I was here to buy or sell.

If it was on weekdays, Hao Fang would have gone to the market with his grandfather and grandson, but the people in the room were still naked and asleep. Compared with going to the market, it would be more satisfying to wait for him to wake up.The children in the village probably went to the market with their family members, and no one came to look for Hao Fang all morning, so he moved a small stool and sat at the gate of the gate, and the people who came and went said hello. People still have to stop and chat for a few words.Days are often lived like this, and it has become a habit of killing time.On the kitchen stove, gnocchi soup for two is simmering in the pot. The ashes of the firewood in the earthen stove are still warm. The things in the pot will not be cold for a long time. As long as it is served before noon, it must be hot .

When he got dressed and came out, he saw Hao Fang chatting with a 50-[-]-year-old woman.It's chatting, but it's better to say that Hao Fangdan is listening to her, his voice is loud, and he smiles as if he wants to show his big teeth. Against the dark and wrinkled face, this real smiling face is both Passionate and honest.

The woman was standing at the gate of the courtyard, with a bamboo basket behind her back, and there were green vegetable leaves protruding out, as if they had just been picked.She was talking face to face with Hao Fang, but when she saw Mr. Ao coming out, her smiling face froze.Although the creases were still on the face, the expression of half surprise and half scrutiny was very obvious.Seeing this, Hao Fang turned his head away, and Mr. Ao was walking towards him with fluffy hair on his face, and called out: "Hao Fang."

Before he could say anything else, Hao Fang turned his head again and introduced to the woman beside him: "This is my cousin, who came to see me. He just arrived last night."

The man who was ignored for a while had no time to put on an aggrieved expression before the woman walked towards him.At this moment, she smiled softer than before, and said while sighing, but she didn't know who she was talking to: "I thought Teacher Hao was already handsome, but I didn't expect Teacher Hao's brother to be even more handsome. I'm afraid the people on the TV are not so handsome."

After hearing this, Mr. Ao, who was usually narcissistic, felt embarrassed at this moment. He scratched his hair and said, "Where is it?" Seeing his appearance, Hao Fang couldn't help laughing.He got up and picked up the stool, bypassed Mr. Ao who was being questioned by the woman, and went back to the house.

The room is very dark, if you usually stay in it, it will be fine.I just basked in the sun for a long time outside, and I couldn't get used to it after entering the house for a while.He took out a slightly larger stool from inside and placed it in the center of the courtyard. He turned his head to the kitchen and took out the breakfast that had been simmering all morning. After washing two pairs of chopsticks, he handed one pair to Mr. Ao.

When the woman saw her, she asked, "Are you two eating breakfast or lunch?" After taking the chopsticks and sitting down, Mr. Ao said, "I just woke up, so I should be eating breakfast."

After both of them sat down, they thought she should leave now, but never thought that she would just stand there, smiling and talking with the atmosphere still lively.It's not that it's annoying, it's just that there are some things to say to the other party, and it's not easy to say when there are other people present.Thinking about doing as the Romans do, or because he has been hungry for too long, Mr. Ao is unambiguous when he eats with a big bowl.The hot and viscous noodle soup, the green vegetables in it are simmered yellow and rotten, which has lost the original essence of vegetables. It can be mixed with noodles, but the taste is full of fragrance.He ate with big mouthfuls, feeling that his back was about to sweat.

The people who were going to the market were about to return, so Master Qiao happened to pass by here, so he bent over and came in as well.Just like what he said, Mr. Ao is alive and well again, not at all sick like last night.He smiled and asked Mr. Ao: "Young man, how do you feel now? Is it not as uncomfortable as last night?" If you just saw this person, Mr. Ao would never remember that this person saw a doctor for him last night. That one, but as soon as this person asked him, he understood, so he immediately put down the bowl he was holding, still chewing something in his mouth, and he replied vaguely: "Okay, it's all over, please excuse me." I got up in the middle of the night, thank you so much." Listening to his words, there was a nasal sound, so Master Qiao smiled, and said, "I have to boil another bowl of medicine for you at night, and it should be consolidated. If you sweat again, you will lose weight." Can get better soon."

As soon as he heard that he was going to take medicine again, Mr. Ao became even happier, and hurriedly said: "The medicine you have been brewing is very effective. I sweated just after drinking it last night." When he said this, he remembered that the medicine last night was How to eat, glanced at the people beside him, Hao Fang still ate with his head down, completely unaware of his intentions.

While eating, many people came to the yard one after another, all of whom had just finished the market.If there were only the two of them in the courtyard, there might not be so many people here, but since Master Qiao came in, people passing by saw that the courtyard was lively, so they also came in to have a chat for a while, here they are The people in the courtyard will not leave for a while, and the people who arrive later will join in when they see it. They just come one after another. The yard is very lively.

Among the people who came, old and young all praised Mr. Ao for his good looks, which was much more than the people who praised Hao Fang when he first came.One of them was born black and the other was born white, but everyone said that it was not that the same family did not enter the same family, but that the two looked alike.Hearing this, Hao Fang couldn't bear to look at Mr. Ao a few more times, but he didn't see any resemblance between him and him.

Not only the footprints of many people were left in the yard, but also many fruits and vegetables.This is what they just picked from the field and left when they passed by here when they were going back to cook.Hao Fang remembered that he also had such a scene when he came here, it seems that this has become a habit.What they leave behind is what they eat all the year round and what most people grow, but this is a heart, an etiquette that shows the enthusiasm and sincerity of the villagers in the mountain village.They don't care whether the people who come will bring him benefits and benefits, they just treat every newcomer here as a guest.