gray eye to gray eye

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I obediently let Emma kiss a few times. Seeing that Emma still had a tendency to continue, I hurriedly struggled away, took the bread bag in Emma's hand and walked in.

"Oh, my little princess, you haven't even kissed your mother yet..." Emma complained while closing the yard door behind her.

Mrs Jimick heard the noise and came out of the kitchen.

With a smile on the corner of my mouth, I handed the bread bag over.

"Honey, grandma doesn't like to eat these, save them for Xiao Xuelun's supper!" Mrs. Jimmick smiled into a chrysanthemum.

I sighed in my heart, I really can't do anything without money, not to mention anything else, Emma is exhausted every day, even thinking about filling her stomach...

I stretched out my short hand, managed to take a somewhat crushed bread out of the bag, and handed it to Mrs. Jimick vigorously.

"Try it, it's a new product from the bakery, as long as Sharon has leftovers!" Emma walked over and said.

Mrs. Jimick accepted it with a smile, turned around and entered the room, took a pink apple and stuffed it into my hand, "Honey, take it and eat it!"

A faint scent of apples came to my nostrils, and I swallowed involuntarily. This was the first time I saw fresh apples since I was able to eat by myself.

Putting my nose to the apple and taking a deep breath, I raised my head and smiled sweetly at Mrs. Jimmy.

"Thank you... why doesn't the little princess talk? Shall I take her to see a doctor..." Emma walked over and said.

"No, dear, don't worry, it's normal for a child like little Sharon who can't speak yet. I've seen children who didn't speak until they were two years old..." Mrs. Jimick stopped.

"Oh, is it?"

For a long time to come, the two of them would continue on this topic. I held the apple in both hands, yawned a little, and staggered into the room alone.

Supper was the usual hard bread and soup, and the only fresh soft bread Mrs. Jimick bought for me alone.

Although I am very tired of bread and sweet and sour soup, I know I have no right to complain.

After dinner, I huddled in front of the old black and white TV with Emma and Mrs. Jimmy, hoping to learn more about the outside world through this.

"Oh dear, look, it's a meteor, oh, a meteor shower..."

There was a commotion outside.

Emma picked me up and walked into the yard.

Shining meteors dragged their long tails across the sky.

I exclaimed with joy, I have lived for nearly 30 years, this is the first time I have seen a meteor shower, I have heard the meteor shower forecast several times in my previous life, but unfortunately I didn’t see it for one reason or another in the end...

Seeing me struggling, Emma thought I was going to go down, bent down and put me on the ground.

"Ah, ah..." I yelled angrily while jumping.

On the ground, with my own size, I can't see shooting stars at all.

"Haha..." Emma laughed unabashedly.

It took about half an hour for the meteors to fade away.

"Honey, let's go in, it's getting cold outside..." said Mrs Jimick.

Emma touched my little hand that was exposed outside, and quickly stepped into the room while responding...

Unbeknownst to us, at the same time, at the home of a family at number four Privet Drive in London, the TV was on, playing the last of the evening news:

"Finally, according to bird watchers from all over the country, owls are behaving abnormally today across the country. Normally, they hunt at night and rarely show up during the day, but today, owls are flying around at sunrise. Experts can't explain the owl Why have they changed their sleeping habits." The newscaster said this, grinning, "It's amazing! Now I'll hand the microphone over to Jim McGoo and ask him what the weather is like. Jim, there will be owls tonight Is it raining?"

"Oh, Ted," said the weather announcer, "I didn't know that, it's not just owls that are acting weird today. Witnesses are calling from all over the country as far as Kent, Yorkshire, Dundee, etc. Rain was forecast yesterday and it wasn't rain, it was shooting stars! Maybe people are moving ahead with the festive bonfire night that was supposed to be a week from now, my friends! But I assure you, it will rain tonight."

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And this night, some poor baby was placed on the doorstep of this family at number four, Privet Drive.

After watching the meteor shower, Emma clumsily washed the clothes she had changed the day before.

I sat quietly on the small stool next to me, letting my thoughts drift away...

Before taking a bath, Mrs. Jimick brought two small plates of biscuits she baked as usual, and invited us, mother and daughter, to have supper together.

"Wait a minute, I'll come right after I hang up my clothes!" Emma replied holding a small basin.

"Oh, little Sharon . . . " cried Mrs. Jimick.

I had no interest in those two simple biscuits of flour mixed with a little sugar and eggs but in different shapes, but I never refused to sit down with Emma and Mrs Jimmy.

I went to the attic and took out the apple that Mrs. Jimmick gave me before dinner. If I took it directly, Mrs. Jimmick and Emma would not eat even a little apple peel.

Pushing a high stool to the cooking counter with some difficulty, this is the time when I hate this soft body the most, even a small kitchen knife has to be held with both hands, and a round apple cannot be honest stay under the knife's edge...

"Wow... Love, Ma..."

Emma, ​​who came down from the balcony with an empty basin, froze for a moment, "Oh, what's wrong, baby..."

"God, baby your hand..."

Emma stood at the door of the kitchen and threw away the wooden basin in her hand and groped towards her waist, but found nothing, obviously there was nothing there.

I have seen Emma do that action more than once, the last time was when the water in the kitchen boiled...

Emma panicked and ran over and grabbed my bleeding left hand, her face turned pale, and then she shed tears along with me. The look of being helpless to this wound is definitely not pretending...

It wasn't until Mrs. Jimick heard the sound that she came in that she hurriedly found out the first-aid kit, applied the medicine for me, and bandaged the cut finger.

"I can really imagine that you let little Sharon's wound bleed..." Mrs. Jimick was holding a cup of low-quality tea to make hot tea with a little milk, chattering about Emma.

And I finally got my wish. The apple was peeled by Mrs. Jimick and cut into small pieces, and placed with two plates of biscuits for supper.

"Hehe..." Emma laughed embarrassedly, and said with bright eyes: "Mrs. Jimmy, did you hear that, the baby talked today, and she called me! Why isn't it mom..."

"Really! Honey, that's why I told you not to worry..." Mrs. Jimick was finally distracted.

Both looked at me at the same time.

I felt an ominous premonition in my heart...

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☆, conflict