When the mirror ends

Peng Zefeng got off the bus, walked along the asphalt road for 10 minutes, and finally saw a figure.It is very quiet here, with rice fields on both sides of the road.

However, it is now in the fallow period, and only the rice stalks exposed on the ground are discolored by the water, and some of them have turned black and almost melted into the land.

He didn't stop but just walked forward. The road changed from asphalt to red brick in a short while, and from here it was probably the scope of the street.

After walking for less than 2 minutes, I saw many cats one after another.Some are sitting on the side of the road, some are running under various stalls, and some are jumping on the roof... The cats here are not afraid of life, and they trust each other with humans.

People living here have more or less cats in their homes, ranging from one to a group.Of course, there are some cats that are relatively free, also known as "hundred cats". They usually beg for food by themselves.

Some people who have been favored by Baijia cats will regularly put out some small fish or feed that cats like to eat every morning, and take them back at night, put in new food and put them out.

If it can be eaten, it means that nothing bad will happen in the next day.

Whether it is a domestic cat or a domestic cat, they are all respected and loved by people.Basically, you can’t tell the difference between them on the street. Anyone who likes them will take the initiative to rub their trouser legs or sit by the booth as a mascot to attract customers.

Peng Zefeng had the illusion that he had strayed into a paradise. This place was too peaceful.

As a rare outsider, Peng Zefeng received attention when he stepped into the quiet downtown area.

It had been a long time since he had been stared at by ordinary passers-by, but fortunately, their attention returned to the matter at hand within a short time.

A short-legged orange cat came and rubbed against Peng Zefeng. He picked it up, and someone looked at him vigilantly.

As if Peng Zefeng didn't feel the unfriendly gaze, he adjusted the kitten's comfortable posture and said, "Excuse me, does Mr. Chen Yuanxian live here?"

"What do you want, Mr.?"

"I'm the psychiatrist he made an appointment with. I happened to be here on a business trip, so I stopped by."

These people have heard more or less about the situation of Chen Yuanxian's granddaughter. She always sees a dead cat, which makes Chen Yuanxian very worried.but……

"Sir's house is at the end of this road, you just go along." An enthusiastic aunt said.

"Thank you." Peng Zefeng smiled and nodded his thanks.

The house where the little girl lives is an old house, located at the end of an old street in the suburbs, it is very large.It looks old but has charm, it has been in a state of meticulous maintenance all year round, and there is no sign of decay at all.

Peng Zefeng stood in front of the huge door and glanced at it, but didn't see the doorbell.But he quickly realized that the thread pulling the black ball should have a similar effect.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the ball, and the crisp bells sounded, as if they were touching each other, the sound spread farther and farther.

After a while, a shrewd looking woman in an apron came and opened the door. She seemed completely unaware of Peng Zefeng's arrival, and stared at him appraisingly.

After receiving the scrutiny, Peng Zefeng remembered that he had not informed the other party about his early arrival, "Hello, I am the psychiatrist that Mr. Chen Yuanxian made an appointment for."

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were uttered, the woman's scrutiny turned into guarding.

what happened?Is the old man hiding it from his family?

Peng Zefeng planned to call Chen Yuan first to inquire about the situation. Just now he had some preconceived ideas, thinking that his family should know about appointments with a psychiatrist for his granddaughter.

I don't know if it will disrupt my husband's plan, Peng Zefeng imagined a big drama in a few moments.

The woman probably felt that her guard was too obvious and rude, and she apologized: "I'm sorry, the old man didn't tell me about this. Do you have anything to prove yourself?"

Self-certification...Peng Zefeng suddenly remembered the little bell he had received earlier, and brought it with him because he didn't know the reason. Thinking of this thing, it should prove that he is not a scammer?

He took out the bell from his backpack and handed it to the woman. The woman looked at it and returned it to Peng Zefeng, "This is indeed our house, but...do you know what it means?"

"Huh?" It seems that you took something very important?

The woman hesitated to speak, but finally chose to turn sideways with a smile and invited Peng Zefeng in.

After entering through the courtyard, the woman prepared refreshments for Peng Zefeng, "Sorry, the old man and the young master are out, please wait."

"Okay." Peng Zefeng picked up the tea and took a sip, "Your craftsmanship is really good."

The woman expressed her gratitude, and then said: "The main thing is that the tea is better. Compared with Madam's craftsmanship, it is much worse."

"Humble." Peng Zefeng continued, "By the way, madam and mister are not usually at home?"

The woman nodded, "Young people prefer to venture outside, and this place is more suitable for retirement."

After some conversation, Peng Zefeng completely figured out the identity of the woman.She is 54 years old and is the live-in aunt here. She is responsible for three meals a day for the elderly and two children and the sanitation of the three-person room. The rest is cleaned by part-time workers. She has worked here for 10 years.

Peng Zefeng wanted to take this opportunity to talk and find out the impression of the little girl in Du Fenghe, but when she mentioned it, she hurriedly stood up, "Xiaoci hasn't finished her homework yet, I just watched her do it... "

Xiaoci?Du Fenghe seems to have a very good relationship with the little girl compared to the title "little young master".

Peng Zefeng saw the embarrassment of the other party, and he planned to come to visit later, but Du Fenghe seemed very satisfied with him after talking with him, and even asked him to tutor Chen Ci's homework.The shrewdness at the first meeting has been completely replaced by a kind smile at this time, Peng Zefeng always feels that there is something hidden, so that he is faintly uneasy.

I don't know what Du Fenghe said to Chen Ci after he went in. The little girl ran out happily, then took Peng Zefeng's hand and let him sit on another chair beside the desk.

"Brother, can you help me with my winter vacation homework?" Chen Ci spread out her diary, and her teacher assigned them 15 diaries, one every two days during the holiday.

"Isn't it okay for grandpa to see it?"

As far as Peng Zefeng knew, Chen Yuanxian was a literary figure of a generation, famous both at home and abroad.A person like him who has no literary literacy and has only studied composition routines when he was taking the exam, how dare he point fingers at his granddaughter's composition.

"Not good! He always said that my writing is bad!" Chen Ci pouted, "I know I can't compare with grandpa, but it's not that bad..."

The little girl was obviously very disappointed, so Peng Zefeng had no choice but to open the little girl's diary.The first feeling is that the handwriting is neat, far beyond the children of this age group, and then there is a strong sense of social seedlings coming.

"Today is the last day of term and we are going to be separated from our teachers.

We looked at her reluctantly, and the teacher's eyes were as red as a rabbit.She told us that we must make good use of every day of the holiday, and only by sweating can we reap heavy fruits.

When I got home, I looked at the egg-like sunset and couldn't help feeling: Today is really a meaningful day! "

After reading this article, Peng Zefeng also wanted to express his feelings about this meaningful day. After thinking about it, he couldn't figure out how to praise the child.So he turned to the next page.

Children of this age seem to like double-sided diaries and only write on one side, so they have to turn the pages every time they read an article.

"It was raining very hard today, and the thunder was rumbling, as if the sky was angry.

I remembered that before, it was also such a pouring rain day. I sat in the classroom anxiously like an ant in a hot pot, and couldn’t even listen to the class. At this time, I saw a familiar figure standing outside the window, it was my mother.

My heart is as sweet as honey. "

How about boasting rhetorically?Personification sentences, metaphor sentences... vivid?No matter how he thought, Peng Zefeng, who couldn't boast, continued to look back, he believed that he could boast from the bottom of his heart.

But, isn't "mother" working outside?Sure enough, it's all nonsense...

"I went to the park today. Although it is winter, there are still many flowers. There are red, yellow, pink, white, purple..."

When Peng Zefeng saw this, his movements stopped for a moment, his brain went blank for a moment, and his inner activities disappeared.When his vision became clear again, he finished reading the article and patted the little girl's head in relief.

This child is really the most normal child he has ever met!

This is a normal person at this age.

So... What's wrong with such a normal child?

"How is the writing?" Chen Ci looked at Peng Zefeng expectantly.

Peng Zefeng thought for a while, and sorted out his wording, "That's right, it would be even better if you can add something with your own personality. I know you must have mastered everything the teacher said, right? The teacher must also know this. Then if you hand it in Is there something in your homework that she doesn't know? She will be pleasantly surprised and think you are awesome."

Chen Ci thought it made sense, and looked at Peng Zefeng as if saying, "As expected of the person I handpicked to see the homework", and then lowered her head to change the homework.

Chen Ci's well-behaved appearance made Peng Zefeng a little dazed, and Xu Yuan was about the same age, but he never listened to him, and had to talk to him or offer benefits to communicate.

Like the diary just now, I guess Xu Yuan wrote something like this: "I went to the park today, the scenery is pretty good, but the people are a bit disgusting."

His thoughts drifted around, and the memory of living with Xu Yuan surrounded him.He doesn't seem to like anything, and the only thing he hates is humans.I don't know if there is even a little treasure in his world.

What's more, will Xu Yuan really come back to find him?

The answer is temporarily unavailable, so let's focus on the little girl first.