God said I would meet you

To Lin Jinyu's surprise, he thought that what happened that night was just a common incident between boys fighting and grabbing texts, but Zhang Xinli seemed really angry.

Three days had passed since then, and Zhang Xinli hadn't said a word to him other than "um" and "oh".

Just after noon today, it began to rain lightly outside the house.

After coming here for almost a week, Lin Jinyu has a little understanding of Liangshan's climate.The humidity here is very heavy, and there will be light rain like cow hair seven out of ten days, and the sunny and cloudy days are interspersed with these intermittent wet rains.

But fortunately, downpours are rare. Most of the time, the continuous clouds only gently sprinkle a few small patches of gentle water. The rain stops in a short period of ten minutes, and it lasts no more than half an hour.

It was raining and couldn't go out to play, Lin Jinyu even lost the motivation to get up, so she just lay down on the bed and read novels bored.

Usually it was past ten o'clock, if he still didn't get up, Zhang Xinli would have knocked on the door and harassed him, but today it was almost twelve o'clock, Lin Jinyu waited and waited, but he didn't wait for this annoying ghost to harass him.

As for what, Lin Jinyu thought: Didn't I just read your composition in public? There is no one else in the room except you and me. I still remember the big hatred for three days. It's really small-minded and narrow-minded...

What other idiom can describe this... Just as he was immersed in thinking about the diss composition, there was a "squeak" sound from the old solid wood door with a bit of paint peeling off.

Lin Jinyu shuddered all over, and immediately pretended to be immersed in reading novels wholeheartedly.

Zhang Xinli opened the door and came in, and took away the two dirty clothes that were hanging on the bed.

Lin Jinyu saw him staring intently, as if he was the only one in the world, and couldn't help but ask, "Washing clothes?"

"Ah."

"You're going to eat, aren't you?"

"Ah."

"Then you have to remember to cook."

"Oh."

Well, another two words perfectly complete the dialogue.Seeing that he had no other problems, Zhang Xinli went out with two clothes.Not long after, the sound of well water rushing out along the well mouth of the pressure bar came from the courtyard.

Lin Jinyu looked out from the half-open door, and saw that Zhang Xinli had thrown away a large pile of clothes in the giant red basin at home that was usually used to wash coats and socks, and occasionally used to marinate fish and bacon. A pile of washing powder went in, it seemed that it was really ready to wash clothes.

Simple stir-fried vegetables and fried pork with chili were already set on the dining table, just waiting for Lin Jinyu to get up and pack the rice to eat.

After confirming that Zhang Xinli would not come back for a while, Lin Jinyu tiptoed out of bed, went to the desk in the corner where Zhang Xinli usually used to study and do his homework like a thief, flipped through the things on the table, and finally carefully I picked a language exercise book that seemed to be used the most frequently and took it away.

The furnishings in the room are so simple that they can be seen at a glance. Lin Jinyu thought for a while, lifted the sheets and the thick cotton wool under the sheets, stuffed the exercise book in, and then restored them to their original shape, even the wrinkles on the gray-white sheets were gone. Smoothed out one by one.

After finishing all this, he lay down on the bed contentedly, and began to read the novel happily, thinking that this time, if you don't ask me, I'll see how you do your homework.

Lin Jinyu's mood jumped for joy because of this little prank. He turned around, lay at the foot of the bed, flipped through a book, peeked at Zhang Xinli's figure in the yard through the half-closed door, hummed a song, and waited for him to find it later by himself. come to your door.

Outside the house, Zhang Xinli kept his eyes on fetching water, wiping washing powder, rubbing clothes, and rinsing the water. He didn't stop for a moment, and he didn't notice the eyes watching him through a small gap dozens of meters away.

Lin Jinyu waited and waited, until the minute hand passed four grids on the dial, until the sound of the rain outside the window became quieter and louder, and until his stomach rumbled with hunger, Zhang Xinli still did not come back.

Due to the unprecedented bedtime today, he didn't even eat breakfast.Lin Jinyu's belly was empty, and she felt like a hollowed out mummy, so hungry that her belly shrunk in and stuck to her spine.

The ordinary plate of chili fried pork on the dining table in the room suddenly became delicious in his eyes. Lin Jinyu was hungry and wanted to rush over to eat it.

However, he was afraid that Zhang Xinli would enter the room when he was eating, so he would not be able to watch the live broadcast immediately.

He always wanted to wait a little longer, wait a little longer, he would come back in a little while, and he would be able to wait in a little while.

With this naive idea, Lin Jinyu waited and waited...waiting and waiting, but his upper and lower eyelids started fighting.

Originally, he slept a bit late yesterday, but he woke up at [-] o'clock this morning and has been playing with his mobile phone, lack of sleep.Lin Jinyu felt that her head was getting dizzy... Finally, she tilted her head and fell asleep lying on the bed.

He dreamed that he was back in Shanghai, where he had his cool and comfortable little room, his parents, his neighbor's white-haired Samoyed, who kept rubbing against him, and all his friends were vying to ask him to play games together. ... The eight-treasure duck made by my mother in the dream exudes a tempting salty aroma, and the sauce is thick and golden.

the other side.

Zhang Xinli washed for more than half an hour, and finally cleaned up the big basin of clothes. Just as he was about to wash his hands and go in to eat, he heard the sound of crying from outside the door.

He was a little puzzled, wiped his hands and went out to have a look.

A little girl in her early five or six years old was standing by the roadside gutter and crying.

Zhang Xinli recognized this as the little sister of Chen Hui's family.He walked over, took a closer look, and found that it turned out that their two-month-old puppy fell into the gutter for some reason.

The little girl saw Zhang Xinli as if she had seen a savior, so she stopped crying and looked at him eagerly with her teardrop face.

Zhang Xinli patted his head, went back to the yard and took a large rag that was put on the window sill, then went to the gutter and squatted down, half lying on the ground and stretching his hands vigorously.

The dog was too young and ignorant, and he didn't know Zhang Xinli, so he kept shrinking in, hiding from his hand.After a lot of effort and tossing for a long time, he finally pulled the puppy out of the dirty ditch.

The little guy was terrified, covered in wet fur, curled up in the dishcloth and kept shaking.

Zhang Xinli wrapped the dog and returned it to Chen Hui's little sister, telling her to go home quickly.

The little girl was astonished as if millions of treasures had been lost and recovered. Before the tears were dry, the smile had already occupied her face again.She didn't have time to say thank you, she carried the dog and slid back to bathe the dog.

Zhang Xinli wiped his hands, turned and went back to the house.

He washed away the dirty water in his hands, and went directly into the kitchen through the small door. He took an empty bowl and put a bowl of cold rice in it, and took a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick box. The door saw two plates full of dishes on the table, which looked like they hadn't been moved.

He looked up at the old-fashioned wall clock, it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon.

He actually saw that Lin Jinyu didn't like the food here very much. The difference between the tastes of Shanghai cuisine and Sichuan cuisine was too great. Lin Jinyu couldn't stand the peppery smell, and didn't like to eat such heavy oil and salt.But Zhang Xinli can do this and that, except he can't cook Shanghai cuisine.

He sighed, put the rice bowl on the table, and turned towards the door.

In the small and simple room, Lin Jinyu, who had been waiting for him for a long time, had fallen asleep for a long time.

He leaned his face sideways on his beloved novel, frowned slightly, and groaned in his dream.A breeze came in from the window, gently turning the pages of the book on the table and blowing his soft hair.

Zhang Xinli stood by the bed, looked at him for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand, without touching the ground, and gently stroked his brow with warm fingertips.