Xingyu Street

After Mo Xiaoyu pushed the door open, he trotted to turn on the light in the yard. He said it was a light, but it was actually a small light bulb, no bigger than a fist, hanging from the door, dimly lit, barely able to drive away the darkness.

Duan Xuyan frowned slightly, and followed Mo Xiaoyu into the door, watching him lower his head to find another key to open the door.

After opening it, it was pitch black inside, and Mo Xiaoyu fumbled to turn on the light in the dark.

The light tubes in the room flickered a few times before they were fully lit, as if they were in bad contact.

Duan Xuyan was finally able to see the room clearly, it was fifty square meters at most, and there was a staircase leading to the second floor in the corner.

There is very little furniture, only a few benches and a small coffee table, and there are a few yellowed paintings on the pale wall, and a kindergarten good boy award, which says Mo Xiaoyu.

Although this room is so old, but fortunately it is very clean. It can be seen that the people who live here clean it carefully every day.

After Duan Xuyan looked around the room, he settled on the black and white photo frame hanging on the wall. In the photo is a kind-hearted old man with gentle eyes and a smile on his mouth. It is not difficult to see that he was also a beauty when he was young.

The first thing Mo Xiaoyu did when he entered the door was to run to the photo and falter and talk to the photo, "Grandma, the stairs are dark, Xiaoyu can't see, the lights are gone, it's all dark."

Duan Xuyan didn't bother Mo Xiaoyu, but just stood there and watched quietly.

After Mo Xiaoyu finished speaking, it was all dark, and then he suddenly smiled briefly, his laughter was as cute as a villain in a cartoon, "Xu Yan has a lamp, Xu Yan has it, I see it, I'm back!"

Duan Xuyan heard him say his name, put all the things in his hand on the only coffee table in the room, walked to Mo Xiaoyu, and said softly: "Grandma, I am Duan Xuyan."

Mo Xiaoyu suddenly looked at Duan Xuyan with a smirk on his face, then turned his head to look at the grandma in the photo, then seemed to remember something, turned around and left, and said while walking, "It's getting dark, eat, eat, Xiaoyu Hungry."

Duan Xuyan heard him say that he was hungry, and was about to open the cake he bought for him to eat, but when he turned around, he saw Mo Xiaoyu walking into the kitchen.

He froze for a moment, Mo Xiaoyu can cook? !

Soon, Mo Xiaoyu, who walked into the kitchen, came out with two large bowls in his hands. The two bowls looked very familiar. Duan Xuyan thought for a while before he remembered that his grandma's house had one, a big peony with a yellow background.

Among the two large bowls, one contained completely cold white rice, and the other contained two eggs.

Mo Xiaoyu put the bowl of leftovers on the small bench next to the coffee table, and then walked to the corner with the bowl of eggs.

Duan Xuyan followed him all the time, watching him walk towards the corner, only to notice that there was an electric kettle on the floor in the corner, which was still pink.

Mo Xiaoyu filled the electric kettle with water, then carefully put two eggs in it, and then turned on the switch.

He was doing these things with a particularly attractive earnestness, which made Duan Xuyan wonder what he would do next.

But Mo Xiaoyu didn't do anything after he put the eggs in and boiled them. He squatted beside the kettle as if he wanted to wait until the eggs inside were cooked.

He was so serious that Duan Xuyan didn't want to disturb him, so he just stood aside and looked at him.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of the kettle boiling water.

After a few minutes, the eggs are cooked.

Mo Xiaoyu took the kettle to the kitchen, Duan Xuyan couldn't help following to look at it, but he didn't go in, he just stood outside the kitchen door, this kitchen was said to be a kitchen, but the inside was only small enough for Mo Xiaoyu to turn around.

Mo Xiaoyu stood in front of the sink, poured out the water in the kettle first, then opened the lid to pour out the eggs inside, and turned on the tap to flush.

Mo Xiaoyu took out the two eggs after taking a shower, then turned around and walked out.

Duan Xuyan followed behind him, looking at him curiously.

Mo Xiaoyu returned to the small bench next to the coffee table. He didn't sit on the bench, but squatted down, cracked the shells of two eggs, and put them into the sea bowl filled with leftovers.

After peeling the eggs, he hurriedly turned back to the kitchen, found two large spoons, crushed the boiled eggs on the leftover rice with the spoons, mixed the egg whites and egg yolks with the rice, and divided them into three parts. One came out in another sea bowl.

Duan Xuyan thought that he would give the bowl to herself, but Mo Xiaoyu put the bowl at his feet, and then handed the rest, the extra one, to Duan Xuyan.

"Xuyan, eat."

Duan Xuyan looked at the bowl of roughly mixed boiled eggs mixed with leftovers, and suddenly felt uncomfortable as if someone had poured a large bottle of vinegar into his heart.

Seeing that Duan Xuyan didn't take the bowl, Mo Xiaoyu was a little puzzled. After he was confused, he thought that Duan Xuyan was too short, so he hesitated for a while. He took back the bowl that was only for Duan Xuyan, put it back on the bench, and put it on the ground by his feet. , The bowl that he wanted to eat himself, put more than half of the rice that was not much into Duan Xuyan's bowl, and then brought it back to Duan Xuyan.

"Xu Yan, a lot, eat, don't eat, hungry."