Kiss Winter

The house that He Zhai rented was in a small alley that looked very old, with a large courtyard.

Originally, He Zhai didn't intend to rent in such a place full of smoke and fire, but when the agent took him to see the house, he stepped over the wooden threshold, and when he looked inside, he saw it. I found the old ginkgo trees with intertwined roots in the courtyard.

The agent was a young man with a youthful vigor. He pointed to the old ginkgo tree and said that this is the most precious old ginkgo tree in their alley, which has grown for more than 100 years.

He Zhai didn't feel that he was talking about running the train because of his young age. This ginkgo tree, which can only be hugged by two big men, was blown by the wind, and a tree of yellow and green leaves fell leisurely.

He Zhai squinted his eyes and put his hands behind his back, and looked at the door carefully for a few minutes. The more he looked, the more he felt that the ginkgo tree was a good fit for him. Then he waved his hand, signed the contract, and rented the tree without hesitation. House.

It was a hot summer, and it was only a month after He Zhai moved in.Except on the day of the move, when he got into two big pickup trucks, and the staff of the moving company helped him move the house, he hadn't really gone out in the past month.

He Zhai, who was originally a woodcarver, took a break from his busy schedule and bought a batch of raw materials online. He stayed up all night as soon as he arrived, and made a wicker chair.

But after He Zhaifang came here, he didn't completely break away from the outside world. At least he visited once every day when he saw him behind closed doors. After knowing that he was a woodcarver, he happily walked along with a wooden chair. .

He Zhai smiled lightly and let him take it away.

However, when seeing off the guests and closing the door, there was a slight humming sound from under the threshold, and He Zhai frowned subconsciously, the threshold was a bit high, and his house was a wooden house like before.

He Zhai hurriedly stopped his hands, bent down to look, and saw a white fluffy mass blocking the door. He stretched out his hand to fish it out, and the little white fluffy thing turned over its belly in fright. A pair of wet and big black The eyeballs looked at him aggrievedly.

He Zhai wondered if there was a god when he raised his head three feet. The dog had been hungry for days, so he simply fed it the leftovers from his lunch.

The white velvet dumpling happily wagged its tail while eating, and refused to leave after eating. He grabbed He Zhai's trouser legs and hugged the old wooden door.

Who is He Zhai, a young man who is over 30 years old and lives alone. In his own words, he is too lazy to raise a dog, so he wants to keep an extra dog?

Buried it, He Zhai squatted on the ground holding a porcelain bowl in his hand. The porcelain bowl was for the white velvet dumpling dog. Now it was licked spotless. The white velvet dumpling was sitting on the ground with ears and tail drooping , looking at He Zhai with his brown sugar pearl-like eyes.

After a while, He Zhai got up and lifted the white velvet dumpling dog up. The white velvet dumpling kept wagging its happy tail, but it was too happy, and the next second He Zhai took him to Uncle Li's house At the door, he ran home with lightning speed and tied the door.

The white velvet dumpling began to slam the door. He Zhai turned around and took out two earplugs from his shirt pocket. After putting them on, he walked around the ginkgo tree in the yard for a while, chanting the Diamond Sutra I recited it again.

Then when he took off the earplugs, the white velvet dumpling outside the door had given up struggling. He Zhai breathed a sigh of relief, bowed to the setting sun in the west, and sighed reverently, "Thank you Buddha for your protection."

But the next day, the Buddha stopped blessing He Zhai, and the white velvet dumpling dog started to pick on the door again at meal time.

He Zhai, who had an irregular schedule, was brewing a pot of good Biluochun at that time, moved the wicker chair under the century-old ginkgo tree, drank tea and basked in the sun, shaking his head.

He Zhai, who was listening to "creaking——" after a while, suddenly realized that there was something different in the rattan chair's shaking sound. He jumped off the chair with a "whoosh" Hold on and listen for a while.Sure enough, yesterday's dog came to pick the door again.

Well, He Zhai dejectedly faced the air and scratched it with his paws a few times, added another bowl of rice to the white velvet dumpling, and delivered it to the door. With humanitarian care, He Zhai didn't throw it away this time. It's gone, so he just put the bowl at the door, he doesn't want this bowl!

After closing the door, He Zhai felt that he was doing his best.

But as the saying goes, if there is a first time, there will be a second time, and if there is a second time, there will be countless times. Due to He Zhai's irregular work and rest, and the white velvet dumplings always come to pick the door at the magical meal time .

He Zhai could only be forced to return to the normal meal, and he kept adding food to the always licked clean porcelain bowl at the door of the white velvet dumpling.

He Zhai simply opened the courtyard door, and it was locked all day long, and the neighbors would come to visit his house from time to time, although He Zhai did not show such a strong welcome, and was even a little embarrassed.

But grandpa and aunt are the saviors of embarrassment, who can chat with you for an hour on the small bench.Just by listening to the names of the people in the chat, He Zhai already recognized all the residents in the alley.

The white velvet dumpling gradually became more presumptuous, but not letting it in was still He Zhai's last bottom line, but this dog was very clever.

I don't know where it came from, but it was a charity from neighbors in the neighborhood. It made a home in a snakeskin bag next to the gate, and slept in it after eating. It even came to He Zhai's house in the afternoon to wander around.

The neighbors in the neighborhood saw the dog as lovable, and came to tease it from time to time, and by default they became the dog of He Zhai's family. When asked about He Zhai, He Zhai just silently turned his eyes away, neither admitting nor denying it.

He Zhai is currently sitting leisurely under the ginkgo tree, listening to a play and taking a nap. The years in the courtyard are quiet and peaceful, but the fire squadron in city B is like a pot exploded.

Three or four tall and thick men, from hair to fire boots, were all stained with black and ash, sitting in the compound of the fire squadron, each with a small army green horse tie, with his own fire brigade casually placed beside him. cap.

If you look carefully, you will also find that there is still a heat lingering around this group of people, which is more obvious under the sun.

Squadron leader Cheng Kaiji sat in the middle, his hands covered with black ash were dark, but he didn't care about pressing his forehead with his black hand, but it was fine, his face was the same as his hands, it was so dark that it was several degrees darker than others , and a little dirty, you can't see black on top of black at all.

The faces of the three or four men sitting next to him were much cleaner than Cheng Kaiji's, and one of them couldn't stand it any longer, and handed him a ceramic cup, which was half filled with water.

Cheng Kaiji took it and looked in several times before he saw the water inside. He took a cool look at the man who delivered the water, and then washed his face with water.

Not fair, but at least a handsome face that is not dark finally has the usual outline, a group of people sighed silently, looking at it this way is finally a little more comfortable.