My green plums are very sour

Maybe it was because I didn't express any dissatisfaction with her "raid", Ning Ran cocked her lips and slipped away to the kitchen with some pride, tinkling and tinkering.

Fortunately, she didn't stay in the living room, otherwise I didn't know how to face her, and the atmosphere would be so embarrassing that I would explode.

I slumped on the sofa for a while, then stood up abruptly, went to the bathroom and washed my face with cold water to cool down the temperature, and also washed away the smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

The face of the person in the mirror was flushed, the left cheek was swollen and round, sporadic drops of water rolled down from the wet forehead, and his expression looked extremely restless.

I stood quietly on the sink for a while, took a towel, covered my face and took a deep breath, then wiped my face carelessly.

I didn't go out until my breathing calmed down. There was already the sound of ignition in the kitchen.

Ning Ran bent over and turned her head to adjust the size of the flame on the stove. There was a large pot on the stove, and a little mist was curling up.

I leaned against the kitchen door and watched her flustered, my heart felt inexplicably weak.Obviously every move seems unfamiliar, even clumsy, but there is a natural cuteness.

This kind of life may be called smoke and fire.

In the few days after I came back from the hospital, I could only rely on porridge to survive. Not only did I get hungry easily, but the frequency of visiting the bathroom every day also increased significantly.

Ning Ran took this opportunity to think about how to cook porridge in different ways. She tried several kinds of vegetarian and meat dishes, and the cooking skills were much better than her cooking, which somehow helped her regain some face.

She is so active, how could I have the nerve to say that I haven't eaten enough for several days in a row, so I can only pretend to be very calm and swallow one bowl after another.

After two days of this, the manager finally couldn't help but leaned over and bit my ear, hesitantly asked me if my kidneys were not feeling well.My eyelids twitched with anger.

It took half a month to go to the hospital to remove the thread, but I couldn’t eat a good bite, because there was always a space in my mouth, and I chewed things like an old lady, and it was difficult to exert force .

In order to celebrate my smooth removal of stitches, and to improve my food, I made braised pork ribs at home.But it is embarrassing that I can't chew and swallow the ribs freely, I can only grind them bit by bit with the incisors and canines.

After struggling for 2 minutes, I finally let go of the chopsticks, let the ribs fall back into the bowl in a free fall, and then looked at the ribs in the bowl with a slumped face and sighed.

"Why don't you eat something else? This radish is very soft, do you want to try it?" Ning Ran sat across from me and witnessed the whole process of me fighting with a rib. The crooked eyebrows still exposed her.

I put down my chopsticks and looked up at her wearily, then shook my head with no interest, "Forget it, I'd better eat some white rice."

Ning Ran held up the bowl to cover her face, sniggered behind her, cleared her throat after laughing, and changed the subject.

"By the way, do you want to go to a play?"

I blinked at her.

"The Chinese version of Agatha's "There Were None" will be performed at the theater in the city center next Saturday night. Do you want to watch it?" She looked directly at me, with some expectation hidden in her eyes.

"Next Saturday? It's so close, so you can't buy tickets, right? There aren't too many performances in the provincial capital, and usually they will be sold out as soon as tickets are issued." It seems that since she came back, I have never I've been to the play, and hearing her mention it, I'm really ready to move.

Ning Ran heard that I seemed to be interested, and immediately put down the bowl and chopsticks, clenched his hands and put them on the table, "I've already bought the ticket. You can go as long as you want."

I raised my eyebrows and asked, "Buy it? Then why didn't you tell me earlier? What if something happens that day?"

Ning Ran lowered his eyelids, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Forget it." Her tone sounded very soft, but she glanced at me quietly after she finished speaking.

"... If there is a performance in the future, we can discuss it first, so as not to buy it wrong." I lowered my head and was about to grab the chopsticks, and Ning Ran moved in the corner of my eye.

"Then...We can go out earlier on Saturday, go out for a stroll in the afternoon, and go there after dinner. The time is just right."

The longing could be heard in her tone, as if she had already started planning in her mind.

"Yeah." I bit the tip of my chopsticks, and the corners of my mouth turned up unconsciously.

Ning Ran's entertainment life has always been relatively lacking, I mean, she rarely finds other fun for herself except when she is playing wild with me and A Rui.I don't think I'm the kind of person who is keen on various performances.

It was around [-] o'clock on Saturday night. After dinner, we walked to the entrance of the theater, ready to enter to find seats.There are many scalpers standing outside the theater. Every time they see a person coming to the theater, they will go up, shake the performance tickets in their hands, and ask, "Do you want a ticket?"

We rejected several waves of people along the way, checked the tickets and entered the venue to find a seat to sit down.There were already quite a few spectators sitting in the theater, and they were all talking in low voices. Although the voices were very low, but there were too many people speaking, and the voices seemed a bit noisy when they gathered together.

It was the first time for Ning Ran to come to this kind of place. After sitting down, she looked around secretly. Although her eyes were very subtle, I caught them.I have been watching her secretly from the side, feeling like I have brought a child of seven or eight years old, but Ning Ran is obviously much more obedient than them.

Two minutes before the opening, we all turned our mobile phones to silent mode, and when the lights in the theater were turned off, we consciously shut our mouths and watched the stage with peace of mind.The theater didn't become particularly quiet just because the show was about to start, and the whispers and figures walking around seemed unaware of how impolite their behavior was.After watching so many dramas, I have long been used to this kind of scene. There are always people who can’t learn to enter the venue on time and turn off their mobile phones. Even after more than ten minutes of the opening, some people walk around the auditorium with their mobile phone flashlights on to find seats. Case.They don't seem to understand that their actions will affect the feelings of other audiences and the state of the actors.

It is no exaggeration to say that within half an hour of the performance, I could not hear the names of the characters clearly.

I know the novel "And There Were None" and I have heard the name of the original author Agatha, but I have never read her book.Based on the idea of ​​seeking surprises, I didn't go to the original work to watch before watching the show. In that case, I might have a preconceived feeling and affect the effect of watching the show.

However, what caught me off guard was that the atmosphere of this drama was not ordinary at all, it could even be said to be a bit scary, the soundtrack and lighting set off the atmosphere very well, and the performance was very good.

From the moment the actors uttered that nursery rhyme, the mood of the show grew more and more terrifying.

For me and Ning Ran, two cowards who have to cover our eyes even when watching zombie movies, the whole performance is inhuman torture. If the audience starts to scream, we will shout along with the loud crowd Twice, to soothe the mood.

Ning Ran was originally sitting obediently in his seat, with a distance of about [-] centimeters between his shoulders.As the plot progressed, her sitting posture was crooked, and she began to lean towards me, her two hands were vainly touching the armrest, as if she would jump over the armrest and grab my forearm in the next second.

I didn't feel much better either, my arms were folded and my back was pressed against the back of the chair, feeling very nervous.

Suddenly the lights on the entire stage went out, and there was a sigh immediately.But before everyone could react, a bunch of pale follow-spot lights poured down from the top. The colonel, who was still alive before the lights were turned off, had collapsed on the sofa and was killed by other people present. The whole scene was creepy.

"Ah!" There were screams in the theater one after another, and the frightened audience began to whisper to their companions for comfort.

I subconsciously tightened my crossed arms, and suddenly my arms were firmly clasped, as if handcuffed to an iron lock.

There was a sound of breathing in, and the breathing sounded a little short.

I tilted my head to look, and Ning Ran's eyes kept falling on the stage, with a terrified expression on his palm-sized face, obviously terrified.

The plot continues.The characters on the stage died one by one, and in the end only the hero and heroine were left.

Originally I thought the hero and heroine would come together, after all they have been flirting since the opening scene.But I think too much.After the male and female protagonists have revealed each other's secrets, the heroine has the idea of ​​committing suicide.

The technique of expression is not much different from when the colonel died before, except that when the stage was plunged into darkness again, the white light above his head suddenly poured down, and when the heroine was kneeling in the center of the stage to die, a hemp rope suddenly hung from above. The terrifying sound effect once again made the audience exclaim.The surrounding audience all looked terrified.

My arm was subjected to a heavier force than before, and the force penetrated through the fabric and acted on my forearm, as tight as two chains.Originally, the stage effect was scary, but Ning Ran's reaction played a double role, which made me even more frightened.

There was a rustling sound from the side, I looked sideways, and Ning Ran shrank her neck and leaned over. Although the light in the seat was very dark, because we were so close, I could still see the lingering fear on her face , the eyebrows were pulled thinly, and the lips were pursed tightly, which was exactly the same as the reaction when watching zombie movies when I was a child.

Ning Ran raised his head and looked at me, seeing the frightened expression on each other's faces, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and laughed.

"Scared me to death." Ning Ran didn't let go, and moved to my ear and mouth-shaped, because the voice was suppressed very deliberately, almost only the air flow was surging, but it still sounded pitiful, and there was a kind of fear Feel.

When she spoke, the air flow sprayed on my ears, which was so ticklish that I couldn't help shrinking my shoulders and tilting my head slightly to try to suppress this reaction.

Fortunately, the light in the theater is very dark, otherwise my unnatural expression would be exposed to her eyes.