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Ephemeris 278 October 29 Snow
I went to the nursing home with Ah Tu and Bo Bo to buy groceries. Bo Bo told me that some grandpas in the nursing home would drive their vegetables to other places to sell, and they specially left us a fresh vegetable before departure.
There are cauliflower, Chinese cabbage, lettuce, small cabbage, small green cabbage...
Those green vegetables are planted in the greenhouse, and they are growing very well. The ground is full of vegetables, and there is almost no place to settle. There was a wooden table in the shed, and there were several pots of cauliflower and a pot of spirits on the table. Xiong Blind was sitting at the table with a glass of wine and drinking with relish.
In the warm interior, the aroma of wine and herbs intertwined, transpiring a sleepy aroma, and the aroma of alcohol poured into the nose, making me reach out and rub my nose.
I have never drank alcohol. I could not see alcohol at all in the Xinghai Orphanage. During the Star Wars, I was told three times that I could not drink alcohol. Later, at the celebration banquet, some hawks approached me to toast.
I don't want to touch the military stuff, it would make me sick.
I still remember when I won the first Star Wars, the media said that I had a bright future, and the hawks and doves rushed to throw olive branches to me, and I was a hot rookie for a while. But at that time, I was not happy.
It seems that nothing can make me happy. I don't touch cigarettes, alcohol, placebos, or playthings sent by others. Those things have no other effect than to numb my sutras.
I would rather be alone and feel loneliness calmly and soberly than be immersed in false happiness.
Later, I got sick. Not only psychological pain, but also physical pain. Mao Zixie asked me if I wanted to take a medical placebo. He said that the placebo can temporarily reduce my pain, but if I use it too much, it will become addictive.
I have no use. I think that's a weakness.
"Grandpa Xiong, what are you drinking?" Ah Tu Pi Dian Pi Dian ran over and sniffed next to the blind bear, "Wow, it's delicious, can you give me a drink!"
"Children can't drink, they will become stupid." Xiong Blind put away the bottle and called Major General Xi to me.
He kept calling me Major General Xi, and so did the rest of the nursing home. They seem to be derailed from the times, or they are unwilling to go out and stubbornly stay where they were.
"I'm just a little idiot, it doesn't matter how stupid you are~" The greedy Ah Tu even used self-deprecation for drinking. Sugar can be deceived, it seems that this is not my illusion.
Xiong Blind was so happy that his eyes narrowed, he looked at Ah Tu, and then at me, he got up, the good eye was not drunk, "I have a few bottles of the fruit wine I brewed in the house, and I want to use this wine. It's not a valuable thing to give to Major General Xi, and I can't afford to buy the wine that Major General Xi likes even if I sell it."
He said, "This bayberry tree was planted by myself when I went on an expedition. It was planted in front of my house. Later, the house was gone and the people were gone, so this tree is still there. When I came back from the first Star Wars, bayberry was just right When it's ripe, I pick it up and make it into fruit wine, and drink a few sips by myself. I don't expect to have a drink with Major General Xi, but I just think this wine is destined for you. If it wasn't for Major General Xi at the time, I'm afraid the tree would be the same when I came back. I'm gone... maybe I can't come back either."
The cloudy eyes were covered with a mist of water.
Ah Tu did not dare to make any noise, and looked at us obediently. Bo Bo took out a small handkerchief from his bosom, and gently put the handkerchief into the blind bear's hand.
I said yes.
The blind bear took us to his room. The nursing home was really deserted, and we were the only ones walking in the corridor.
It may be winter, and the fitness equipment has accumulated a layer of snow, so no one is going to exercise, and they are all staying in their own houses.
Xiong Blind's house is very neat, and there are two old but very delicate dolls on the bedside. A bald liked it when he saw it, and reached out to touch it. I told him not to touch it, Xiong Blind smiled and said, "Little A bald likes it, will grandpa give A bald one?"
With bright blue eyes, Ah Tu raised his head and asked, "Is it alright?"
I lifted Ah Tu, "You already have a salted fish pillow."
"But I don't have this little bear pillow!" Ah Tu said aggrieved.
"Then I'll go back and buy it for you. I'll buy you as much as you want." Before I could say anything, Xiong Blind put the two dolls into Ah Tu and Bo Bo, respectively, saying that Bo Bo also has Bo Bo, He handed the fruit wine to me again, and hurriedly sent us out.
A bald hugged the doll silly, and whispered to A bald: "Grandpa Bear must like these two dolls very much, just like you like the salted fish pillow. We take them away, and there will be no dolls to accompany grandpa. ."
Only then did Ah Tu realize the seriousness of the problem, and said nervously: "Then, I will return the doll, can I?"
"No, Grandpa definitely doesn't want the things he sent back to be returned." Bobo shook his head, and he patted Ah Bald's head like a little adult, "We have to come to accompany Grandpa Xiong more, otherwise we will No one is here to accompany grandpa."
A bald nodded vigorously and said yes.
I came here to educate Ah Tu, but after seeing the interaction between Bo Bo and Ah Tu, I have nothing to say. I think I should say better than Bo Bo.
During dinner in the evening, A bald clamored to drink, and Ru Ge dipped a drop with his chopsticks and let A bald take a small sip. A bald smashed his mouth, and seriously commented: "Sweet~" He let out a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly sniffed his palm, "Xiangxiangda~"
I'm afraid that Ah Tu will become a little alcoholic in the future, but Ah Tu seems to just think the fruit wine is fresh, and after a sip, he eats happily.
I dipped my chopsticks in the fruit wine and let Bo Bo taste it. Both cubs tried it, but neither I nor Ruge drank it.
Ruge said that he doesn't drink now, because his alcohol intake is too poor, and if he wants to drink, he has to wait for the cubs to fall asleep before drinking. I decided to wait for the evening to have a drink with Ruge.
After putting the cub to sleep, Ru Ge found a small red candle from the cabinet, which was the useless candle left over from my birthday this year.
We didn't turn on the lights, candlelight on the table was the only light source. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt that the atmosphere was very good, as if the bayberry wine was steaming in the air, making people slightly dizzy.
We poured a glass each, and Ru Ge took a sip from the wine glass, leaving a little of the wine on his lips. He pursed his lips slightly, and the red wine spread out, just like the paint on a gouache painting.
Ru Ge's hand rested on his chin, his posture was calm and lazy, he looked at me, and said softly, "Gui Can... Let's have a drink at the bar."
We held the wine glasses and buckled our wrists. At such a close distance, his breath was lightly sprayed on my face, leaving a slight itch like a feather. I could see candles flickering in those misty black eyes.
The fruit wine entered my throat, and the hot sweetness poured down. I put down the wine glass and pinched Ruge's chin. His lips were stained with wine, which looked very sweet. I slowly leaned over, my lips and my teeth met, lingering to death.
If He Ruge was a pot of wine, I would never wake up.
Ephemeris 278 November 10 Snow
When winter comes, Xiong Blind does not drive the sprinkler, but uses a snow plough instead. A bald and Bo Bo hold the baby and accompany Xiong Blind to drive the snow plough all morning.
They don't have to go to school now. A-Bao wants to go out every day, but Bo Bo wants to stay at home, but he is afraid that A-Bao will get lost, so every time he goes out, Bo Bo will accompany him.
When I went to pick them up at noon, Ah Tu kept babbling about how fun the snow plow was. He said that he was dancing and he almost slapped me in the face.
When I told Ah Tu that he wanted to eat hot pot at noon, what Ah Tu said was all about hot pot. A bald loves hot pot very much. Even if he eats hot pot for the first time and goes to the hospital, he cannot stop his love for hot pot.
Our whole family sat together to eat, and Ah Tu spoke the most at the dining table, and it was difficult for him to eat while talking.
"You can't talk so much when you go to someone else's house to eat." Ruge clicked Ah Du's forehead, "You can't be picky eaters, you can't eat a plate of food all the time, and don't swear when you eat."
Every time Ru Ge said more, Ah Tu's tiger ears drooped. In the end, A-bald didn't open his mouth, nor did he shut up, so he turned his eyes to me and Bo Bo for help.
I said to Ruge, I'm in my own home now, so I don't need to be so particular about it.
"Ah, I just remembered it suddenly. I used to..." Ruge put down his chopsticks and said softly, "No one taught me this before. I had a meal in school and inserted my chopsticks into the rice, and my classmates told me, right? It can be done like this, only to worship the dead and ancestors."
"He saw that I didn't know anything, and he told me that I couldn't use chopsticks to knock the bowl, otherwise it would be like a beggar begging for food. Also, when toasting, the cup should be lower than everyone else's cup... "
"These... are all told by parents. When I saw Ah Tu and Bo Bo, I couldn't help but want to tell them something."
Bo Bo nodded and said seriously: "Baba, I remember it all."
Ah Tu looked at Bo Bo, and nodded, "Baba, brother, remember."
"Xingxing doesn't seem to pay attention to this, it doesn't matter if you can't remember it." Ru Ge touched the heads of Ah Tu and Bo Bo, "Let's eat."
I think Ru Ge is sad at a certain moment. So while the cubs weren't paying attention, I held Ru Ge's hand under the dining table and lightly scratched his palm with my fingers. Ruge looked up at me, and a smile spread from the corners of his eyes.
If it wasn't for the cubs, I'd have to kiss his forehead, kiss him, and tell him how much I love him.
The author has something to say: I write big cats, but I don't even have cats.
I write about the daily life of raising cubs, but I don't even have a boyfriend.
I write about winter snow scenes, but I haven't even seen real snow.
What a miserable author, only nutrient solution can give my young mind a little comfort.
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