Chapter 8 1936 Duck Collection - Rain

The indefatigable rain just fell, just fell; it made everyone a little tired and bored. Everyone had nothing to do after class and just went to the phone to chat with friends.If it is a woman in that respect, it will be more interesting! Calling back and forth, Ling'er was always jingling. The telephone was firmly nailed to the wall, and the operator's ears were used to being urged by all parties, and the bell was the most lively thing; so he didn't have any temper--the middle order suffered a lot. Ear room. He had just found a young bearded young man in western clothes from No. 13 of Four Houses. He saw the young man open and close his mouth to the machine for a while, and finally hung up his earphones and walked out as if he was angry.The rest did not last as long as ten breaths, and the bell on the wall was tinkling to inform him again.

"Hello, where are you—this is the Agricultural University. . . . Mr. Xian? What's your name? Oh, oh, looking for him again?Yes, yes," he hung the earphones on another peg. From the heavy sound, it can be seen that he has been wronged by others for unreasonable troubles.Apart from hanging up the earphones vigorously, there is no way to vent this grievance. "It's Mr. Xian again!" He also said something he could hear to himself. This could have been a lie at will, saying that he couldn't find it, and it was over.But he is a newcomer here not long ago, although he sleeps and eats with brother Cui who goes to the special office to send and receive letters every day, he still can't learn these things that can be taken in leisurely time.What's more, when I thought about the scene when I lived in Tonglechun and burned the fire every day, my face was getting smeared and my belly was shaved, my sense of responsibility immediately increased.I had to raise my left hand again (because I'm wearing a long coat now, so there's no room for my right hand.) To block the big raindrops falling from the eaves, I ran to Sishe with small steps to find the young man. bearded epigenetic.

In the middle of the table was the square old clock, swinging it, as if hypnotized by the sound of the rain, it moved more slowly and softly.The receipt book lay flat beside the clock, as if dozed off.There was a small tea cup squeezed very close to the clock, and there was still half a cup of brown tea, which was not hot at all. ... His eyes saw the young man laughing and yelling into the earphones, but his ears were disturbed by the sound of rain outside the door, and he couldn't take the time to listen to what the young man was talking about so heavily.He felt that the young man was really boring laughing into the earphones.

The younger generation went out again. When the young man passed by him, the trousers of the western clothes wiped his left hand that was hanging by the hip bone, and a strange but pleasant smell ran into his nostrils.When he went to the consumer agency yesterday, he saw a finger-sized bottle shyly hiding in the corner of the glass cabinet; what essence was stored in the bottle. ——The smell at this time was made of the yellow water in the bottle, and he was confident that he guessed it right! The smell tickled his nose and made him want to sneeze.He couldn't help but stood up and followed the young man out of the door.

The rain is still tireless, just falling, just falling.The rainwater that slid down from the tile mouth turned the small ditch in front of the number house door into a stream.The newly fallen raindrops form many small bubbles floating on it, and disappear in an instant.Some small tender yellow locust tree leaves float away on the water like small fish.If these little things were really a group of baby mackerel fish, he would have taken off his shoes and socks, rolled up his sleeves, and jumped down to catch them if he was looking at them in a daze. ——It seems that they can also know that they are worthless, and they are not afraid of any accidents and dangers in the end!Otherwise, seeing Big Ears standing in front of the door of that numbered room, and staring at their every move in a daze, why are they still floating freely on the water?

On May 13, 1926, Yu Zhai and Mold Xiao Zhai ------------------