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Such a dangerous thing will never happen to her if she rashly climbs over the wall. The neighbor who doesn't even know her name, even if she looks as tender as a middle school student, can't practice that kind of upright demeanor while walking. into.Maybe it’s some kind of rich kid who experiences life incognito, and irresponsibly complains in his heart. Palo has always believed in "struggling with the heart". It would be great if he could lend him the antiques for his own research...

So the first step is getting acquainted.

"Ah, hello sir, even though it's a neighbor who doesn't know your name, it's really rude." Han Xijin ran into the neighbor when she went out early in the morning. She was standing by the elevator with her child, just in time to meet him.

Hearing the elevator going up and down twice, he didn't expect to meet someone. He was silent for a moment, and spit out his new name: "...Han Xijin."

"You can call me Palo. As the saying goes: A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. Please give me more advice in the future." She smiled and said polite words. Han Xijin didn't take this sentence to heart at all. According to his understanding of the basic characteristics of human beings One of them is disagreement.

According to the name "Han Xijin", Palo has a preliminary understanding of the condition of the neighbor next door: a 26-year-old astrophysicist, among creatures like astrophysicists, Palo can only think of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis Hawking, who is drooling in a wheelchair, really has to pay for this extraordinary brain. It seems that Mr. Han’s atrophy is the facial nerve ╮(╯_╰)╭

"Chi-chi-" It was like the sound of sudden brakes and fingernails scratching the glass. Han Xijin, who was taking a nap, blocked his ears and still felt a stimulating headache. There was a groaning sound, and the messy voices were mixed together, roaring in his head like a mixer. He rubbed his head and opened the door. Ms. Palo from the next door squatted on the ground, with a small medium-sized stove next to it.Judging from her posture, was she dragging this thing just now?heavy?

Ah, it finally came out, the noise made her almost unbearable, and deliberately bumped her leg, the pain was so painful!A hand stretched out, "I'm sorry to trouble you..." This sentence was still on the tip of my tongue, and just about to reach out to touch it, the hand in front of me had already lifted the small copper stove that fell on the ground, completely ignoring the weak state of the ground woman.

If Palo really quit washing his hands, he can be regarded as a professional connoisseur, and his vision is not generally picky. This red clay stove is very delicate, with cross patterns engraved on the side of the copper inner pot. There is a word "tea" engraved on it, which is good because it is purely handmade, glazed and polished like jade.Seeing Han Xijin who was obsessed with art appreciation, Palo secretly ground his teeth, stood up slowly while leaning on the wall, the place on his calf that was bumped was already bruised.

"Green Ant's new roasted wine, a small red clay stove." Although the earth's civilization is a little backward, art has no borders. Han Xijin, who also has a collection hobby, touched this beautifully colored small stove up and down.

"Han Xijin xi? Han Xijin xi?" Shaking his hand, he recalled the thought that he had drifted to which galaxy. The expressionless Han Xijin looked up at her, and Palo took a step back. The two looked at each other speechlessly...

Different from the simple to cold decoration style of Han Xijin's house, the rural style of the neighbor's house looks very homely. The fluffy carpet and the fabric sofa don't match the whole ebony tea tray on the coffee table. Tea, brewing tea three times, scraping foam four times, pouring tea five times, and ordering tea at six times, the whole set of actions is smooth and flowing without stagnation, the green tea in the hand is like jasper, and the fragrance is wafting.This kind of brewing technique is really very rare. "Harmony, respect, frugality, and beauty" are the core of Korean tea ceremony. Chinese tea ceremony is very similar to Korean tea ceremony. Han Xijin's mouth slightly curled up showing a relatively soft expression, "Huh The sound of the son falls into the pine and Luowu, and the fragrance of the boiled tea spreads the wind on the stone path. I just entered Baiyun Mountain and went down the road, and I have already visited the teacher in the nunnery."

Successful ice breaking!Palo, who secretly brushed up his favorability, clenched his fists in his heart.Sure enough, educated people are different. If you serve tea in front of them with chewing gum, it is probably not as pleasing as plain water.

Liu Xizai folded his mud-smeared coat in half, and opened the door as usual: "Mom, I'm back!" He stared blankly at the men's leather shoes at the entrance, last time it seemed to be a woman.

This sound interrupted their discussion, Han Xijin glanced at the wall clock, it was almost dinner time, ignored Palo's persuasion, he got up to leave, and chatted with a opposite sex who didn't say a few words for an afternoon tea, the pair It was the first time for Han Xijin, who was close to [-] years old.After walking a few steps to get home, he still felt a little strange. Why did the child who was so scared when he saw him last time look at him so fiercely this time?

For Liu Xizai, who has always regarded himself as the mainstay of the family, having a man at home is like being invaded and coveting property. In fact, it is your mother who really covets other people's property, okay?During the meal, he was depressed all the time. After the meal, Palo turned out his homework and pointed out his mistakes. Liu Xizai, who had been making a bitter face, finally couldn't hold back: "Mom is not satisfied with me at all, is she?"

"I'm not cute, and I'm not smart enough, no wonder my mother doesn't want me..." No, no...

"Actually I'm superfluous! I'm better off without my mom!" Shut up!shut up!not like this!

Palo doesn't know how this child broke out. People sometimes say angry words, and those can't be taken seriously, but she can't control the pain in her heart. Since she woke up, Palo's love has been in this body, knowing that Carrying a child is a drag, and it's not convenient to even go on a journey, so she still took the little boy with a frightened face along with her.Palo couldn't let it go, and he had to bear the responsibility even if he occupied someone else's body. This is what Buddhism calls cause and effect.

Palo just looked at him silently, without saying a word, his face was calm as if looking at a vexatious child, but his eyes seemed to cry, the sound of the clock in the quiet room was very loud, Liu Xi was being surrounded by that Staring at him with such eyes, feeling that he was too dissatisfied, Pa Luo stood up, and Liu Xi took a few steps back in fright.

She bent down, supported her knees and looked at the child at the same level: "What happened?"

Xiaoxi was sniffling, and finally burst into tears with a grin. Han Xijin, who was washing the dishes next door, shook his hands and hurriedly caught the slippery antique bowl with foam on it. Luo synchronously, "Is this bluffing brat really his own?"

Angry words are often not taken seriously, but even so, he must have thought about it. There are dirty ink marks on the school uniform hanging out, Palo thought, maybe she should go to her child's school to see.