Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

The thin wonton wrappers are boxy and filled with minced meat, revealing a layer of powder.

Boiled in the boiling water for a while, the wontons sinking to the bottom slowly floated up, the four corners were blown away by the boiling water, as beautiful as the skirt of a shy girl blown by the wind.

It's cooked, put salt and light soy sauce in the soup bowl, take out the wontons and put them in, pick a piece of lard and float it on the hot soup to melt slowly, sprinkle with chopped green onion, and it's ready to eat.

"It's delicious." Grandma put a bowl of wontons on the table with a smile on her face, and then went to wash the spoon.

I picked up another bowl and went to sit at the dining table. Grandma came over and gave me a spoon and sat down too. After eating and chatting for a while, she couldn’t sit still anymore. She ate slowly while holding the soup bowl like a child. Strolling slowly to open the door—she probably wanted to go to her old sister's house next door for a chat over lunch, even though she couldn't read her old sister's hand signs most of the time.

"Didn't you go home?" Grandma opened the door, looking down and looking down at a place behind the wall that I couldn't see, and said enthusiastically, "Have you eaten yet? Go in and eat wontons, I'm Huaihuai Wontons are wrapped today, they are delicious, go in and eat a bowl!"

"No, good grandma." Mu Junchen said politely.

I stared at the door, and in the next second, Mu Junchen's body slowly flashed out from the side of the door, and stepped into the threshold of grandma's house shamelessly, but he only stood in a small area inside the door.

Grandma told me: "Huaihuai, hurry up and cook a bowl of wontons for students to eat, cook more!"

I smiled and nodded, got up and carried the iron pot to the coal stove.

"You two classmates eat and play together. You are welcome to eat more. I went to play next door."

Grandma waved her chopsticks, turned around and showed us her back.

I took off the iron pot again, put it on the pot stand, made a loud crashing sound, and said coldly to Mu Junchen, "Go out."

Mu Junchen looked at me, pursed his lips, his eyes were a little red, turned to look at my grandmother's back as if asking for help, and even called her "grandma".

However, my grandma couldn't hear it. With a thin back and no idea of ​​what happened behind her, she walked into the neighbor's mother-in-law's house with cheerful little steps.

"Get out." I said a little louder.

Mu Junchen looked unhappy, and moved his mouth, as if he wanted to scold me, but after a while, he said: "I haven't eaten breakfast, nor have I eaten lunch."

"..." Is he a devil?I said impatiently, "Whether you eat or not has something to do with me?"

Mu Junchen's expression was shocked for a moment, and then he tightened his two sword eyebrows very unhappy.

I suddenly felt a little nervous, afraid that he would do something to me in a psychotic attack, so I subconsciously grabbed the frying spoon in my hand.

However, Mu Junchen just said in a earnest tone: "Look at you, how can you do without studying? You haven't gone to school for a day, and your speech is so vulgar."

I relaxed a little, and didn't bother to talk to him about any school issues. I thought this was his usual trick. If he likes to stay here, let him go. He probably wouldn't dare to do anything out of line with me in my house. It's okay, after all, grandma may come back at any time, so I picked up the iron pot and poured hot water into it.

"I want more soup and less chili."

Mu Junchen said brazenly, as if the quarrel we had just now was a quarrel, he never threatened me with the matter of the clubhouse, nor did I say with a brick that I would shoot him to death.

I picked up the bamboo sieve used to wash the pot, and frantically brushed the iron pot that had become black and shiny due to being soaked in fireworks, oil and salt all year round. I poured the pot water into the dark ditch under the bluestone slab outside the door. ladder up to the attic.

Mu Junchen looked up at me: "..."

"Grandma asked you to cook wontons for me to eat."

Mu Junchen looked at me unwillingly like a fool.

Me: "That's my grandma, do you know her very well? You belong to grandma and grandma. Want to eat wontons? Heh, what a fart, I'll starve you to death!"

"Snapped!"

After I finished speaking, I closed the baffle of the entrance and exit to the attic, angered Mu Junchen and let him have no chance to retaliate, which made me feel comfortable. I buckled the lock and went to the bed to take a nap.

Maybe he will leave when he wakes up from the nap, and I don't have to go to class, but he still has to go to class.I think so.

—Slept until the sun had slipped a quarter toward the horizon, opened the baffle and went downstairs, Mu Junchen was gone, grandma sat on a bamboo chair and played with a few children on the flower rope.

"Have you taken your medicine?" I circled my palms, raised my head and poured it into my mouth, making a gesture of taking medicine.

"Eat it, I eat it every day." Grandma replied, sticking out her tongue and shaking her head, her face wrinkled, "It's so bitter."

The children around her laughed softly, and danced while laughing, vying to turn over the flower rope between grandma's fingers while dancing.

I opened the drawer and looked at the medicine. There was about a week’s worth of medicine left, and I had to go buy it. The salary just paid can barely buy a month’s worth of medicine. I should be able to scrape together a few days’ worth of vegetables at home to go to the coast. A hard seat ticket for the city.After thinking about it in my heart, I went to the field again with a sickle. After a while, it will be time to prepare dinner, and it is also a suitable time to sell vegetables.

Mu Junchen really left. When I raised my legs and stepped out of the threshold, I was mentally prepared that I might be surprised by the big man waiting outside the door, but there was no big man outside the door, only a few short legs were playing One, two, three wooden people.

It's normal to leave. After all, we are just two ordinary boys. Life is neither a movie nor a novel. How can there be so many hypocritical plots?

Unexpectedly, just after thinking this way, at the fork of the trail not many steps away from Old Wangtou's house, he suddenly heard a familiar sound of footsteps behind him.

——Turning back, Mu Junchen followed behind me impressively, appearing from nowhere, with a face as dark as the dark clouds in the sky that were about to rain.

I watched him warily.

"Don't always look like a little daughter-in-law seeing a bandit, okay? What can I do to you in broad daylight?" Mu Junchen was very dissatisfied, "Why are you so timid."

Me: "You're right, I shouldn't be afraid of you."

Mu Junchen was taken aback for a moment, and looked at me suspiciously.

I quickly danced the sickle twice, and there were two "swoosh", and I cut down a piece of weeds half a person's height on the side of the road.

"Look, the roots were almost cut off by me. How about it, my knife skills are good?" I said.

Mu Junchen looked at the cut grass and fell silent.

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