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Like a silly child, her smile is always so bright, it can drive away all troubles and make you laugh.

Sometimes she will find nothing to say: "Is today's homework what you just said?" "Why don't you leave?" "This magnolia tree is so green. I like green the most besides blue. Hmm , I still like white." "Have you corrected your homework? I want to help you correct your homework."...

Then I ran to my office and helped me correct the papers, saying: "When I was in elementary school, I liked to correct the teacher's papers, and I thought I was great!" I laughed while talking.

After a few days, he ran over again: "I forgot to tell you, I also like to correct the teacher's composition. Do you know? Very few people can help the teacher correct the composition!"

"I know, you have to be an amazing student like you to change the composition!" I looked at her proud and serious look and laughed.

"Damn!" She would give me a glare, and then excitedly moved part of the composition to a blank table, and happily corrected it.

To my surprise, her critique was well written, appropriate, and strikingly similar to mine.Sometimes I have the illusion, is this a 13-year-old kid?Her mind is often like mine!

Sometimes she came to the office even if she had nothing to do, stood behind me, played with my hair quietly, or took off my glasses and put them on her face, and whispered: "Oh, I'm so dizzy! Your eyes are blind." Use it!" Or stand beside me, pull up my hand to play, take off the bracelet on my wrist, put it on her hand, and then pull it down and put it back on my hand.Or flatten my palm and write on it. I have noticed that she didn't really write many words, most of them were scribbled.So soaked until the class bell rang, she ran back to the classroom.

Once I asked her: "Where is your hometown?"

"A place where talents come forth in large numbers." She boasted boldly.

"For example?" I playfully studied her expression.

"Qu Yuan, Su Shi, Tang Bohu, Li Qingzhao, Napoleon, Washington, Margaret Thatcher..." She counts every treasure.

"Are you at home all over the world? Or are you homeless?" I looked at her big serious eyes lowered to me.

"The sky and the earth are all my home." She still said coolly.

"Are you a hero and knight? Are you an exiled hero and an abandoned vagrant? Or a princess smuggled out of the palace?"

"I am a speck of dust in the universe, a drop in the ocean."

"It's still the most beautiful flower in the world, and the brightest starlight in the night, isn't it?"

"Hahaha...Of course, of course!" She finally couldn't help laughing.

"Where is it?"

"Jiangnan."

"Not like."

"why?"

"Girls in Jiangnan are more beautiful and gentle."

"Cut, that's kitsch. I'm Qingshui Furong, I'm going to carve it naturally!"

"Your hometown also produced Li Bai, right?" I laughed.

"Well, Li Bai's father's father's father's father's father's father's father was born, and then they ran around, and I don't know where they migrated to." She said it cheekily, as if it was true.

"Tell me, I'm not a beautiful and gentle girl, so what do you think of me?" Her eyes turned into small boats with sparkling water again.

"You, you are a rough jade." I thought for a while and said.

"Huh?" She didn't respond for a while.

"'At the beginning of a person, he is like a rough jade. Both sex and emotion are malleable', as it is said in the Three Character Classic."

"Oh, everyone is like this." She was a little disappointed.

"No, some people are stones, tiles, and some are mud. Jade is a treasure in nature, and it will be beautiful if it is well carved."

"Well, it's really good to say that." She smiled with a little satisfaction.

"I think you look like a magnolia tree," she said suddenly.

"Tell me."

"I don't know either. Anyway, when I saw the magnolia tree outside your window, I thought it was you. It's very green and fragrant."

"Where is the fragrance without flowers?" I looked out the window.

"It doesn't have a fragrance of its own. Its fragrance is so beautiful. When people see it, they seem to smell its fragrance, and they can't help but want to run over to be with her." She said loudly, and suddenly Embarrassed by her last words.

"Well, you used a rhetorical device you just learned." My occupational disease came.

"Really? Don't tell me! Let me think about...synaesthesia! I learned it from "Wisteria Waterfall"!" She exclaimed excitedly.

I didn't speak, just looked at her with a smile, what a smart and lovely girl!You are more like a magnolia flower, always so pleasing to the eye, fresh and happy.

[-]. Lost in age

On a certain Friday not long after April Fool's Day in the second semester of the first year of junior high school, I was about to return to the office after reading class when Pei Fei trotted over.

"Mr. Mu! Can you wait for me in the office after school?" She whispered in my ear.

"it is good."

When it was time to leave school, Pei Fei came in with a big, bulging schoolbag on her back.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

She glanced at me and didn't speak, but her face turned red, and it became more and more red.

"I want to go to sleep with you today." She said suddenly, raised her head, and looked straight at me with smiling eyes.

I was taken aback by her words and thought I had heard it wrong.Although there is no late repair on Friday, you should go home.

"My grandma had an outing and left this morning and won't be back until tomorrow," she explained.Seeing that I was still in a daze, I said again: "Anyway, there is no one in my house, so I dare not sleep." As he spoke, he lowered his head in frustration.

"Okay, come to me." I put my arm around her shoulder.

"Then where are we going to eat?" She cheered up all of a sudden, looking up eagerly.

"What do you hope?"

"I want to eat your cooking!"

"Oh? My cooking skills are average." I laughed.

"Anyway, it's fine if you cook it. I haven't eaten a meal made by any teacher." She said childishly, "Do you want me to go shopping with you?"

"I still have some at home that I bought yesterday, which should be enough."

"Then shall we go now?" she said eagerly.

"Well, okay, let's go now."

My "home" is very simple, a suite with one bedroom and one living room, in a community not far from the school, just a short walk away.

"Your community is not small, and the greenery is good. I like the winding path paved with cobblestones and the large lawn. Wow, there are jasmine flowers all over the roadside! I like jasmine flowers the most!" Pei Fei said while walking. Talking around me, it seems that "my" community is full of infinite fun.

"It's just that the building is too high, it seems a bit depressing. By the way, which floor do you live on?" She turned her head and asked me.

"Nineteen floors."

"It's so tall! How tall are these buildings?" She widened her eyes.

"They're all on the [-]th floor."

"Well, the high point is good, it must be cool, and the view is wide. Well, the wind is blowing in all directions, embracing the blue sky..." She made an exaggerated gesture of opening her arms, as if she was already in my room.

Seeing her "intoxicated" appearance, I couldn't help laughing.Knowing that I laughed at her "childishness", she glanced at me and fell silent.She was quiet and I didn't know what to say, I just led her to my house.

In the elevator, I met a little girl from the neighbor’s house. The three-year-old child was held by the grandma, looked at me with bright eyes and smiled, and the baby’s voice shouted: "Hello, auntie!" I couldn’t help but hug her. Kissed his little face.Pei Fei, who was standing aside, stared at me with wide eyes, as if looking at an alien.

After entering the door, she asked curiously, "Why did you kiss her?"

"She's cute." I didn't expect her to ask that.

"Have you ever kissed anyone else? Has anyone ever kissed you?" she asked a little embarrassed.

I stared at her, how could she have such a problem?Kissing is a rare thing, isn't it?

"Has no one ever kissed you?"

"No." She lowered her head shyly.

"Did Mom and Dad never kiss?" I couldn't believe it.

"No more." She blushed, "I want to visit your home." She changed the subject.

She stopped talking and just paced up and down my small apartment as if she couldn't get enough of her walking.

"I love your home," she finally said. "When I come to you, I feel sleepy."

"Why?" I felt her thinking was disorganized.

"I just feel very relaxed and carefree as soon as I come in, and I just want to lie down and sleep." She wondered why I didn't understand.

"I like this wallpaper with dark flowers on a white background, I like this blue and black intertwined curtains, I like your white bed cover, I like your coffee-colored sofa, it looks like a big piece of chocolate, I like your magnolia flower-colored wooden table, and the one on the bed The light blue bears...well, I like them all!" She kept talking to herself.

After she admired enough, she ran to the kitchen to watch me cook.

"Fried fish? I really like fish. What kind of fish is this?" She tilted her head curiously.

"Sea fish contain more nutrients than pond fish." I said while turning over the fish.

"How do you know?" She looked at me in surprise.

"You don't know how to cook every day?" I was even more surprised by her surprise.

"I don't know," she muttered, "what's cooking in here?" She turned to the other side of the gas stove.

"Cook soup."

"There seems to be a lot of things in it. What's in it?" She lifted the lid curiously.

"Chicken bones, lotus seeds, Chinese yam, mushrooms, wolfberries, red dates..."

"What's the use?" She was obviously surprised I put so many things