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Chapter 89 Knock on the door lightly

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    Yang Yue gets up very early every day.  After she finished grooming, she would knock on my door, every day without exception.

    Today is like this again.

    I opened my eyes with great reluctance, and mechanically got up, raised my legs, and walked like sleepwalking.

    "Okay, stop knocking, you got up so early."

    Every time I open the door, I always see her lovely smiling face and lively and happy eyes.

    "It's time for me to take you out to play today, let's go to a good place."

    She seemed extremely happy, and her hands and shoulders danced as she spoke.

    "It's playing again, why not sleep"

    Having said that, I turned around, stiffened again, and fell on the bed.

    "Get up! Hang out with me."

    She ran into the house

    Today is indeed a great weather. The sun is just shining, and the sky is as blue as the sea.  Occasionally, a few clouds floated up from the mountains in the south, and then they were driven away by the morning dawn.

    "Isn't this the way to Old Man Liu's house?"

    "Just go to his house."

    "What are you going to do?"

    "Go and see."

    Yang Yue, jumping and jumping happily on the path full of wild flowers and weeds on both sides.  I complained, but still followed behind.  The mountain grass on both sides has indeed reached its knees.

    The wild flowers can't get rid of their wildness, they place yellow, yellow and red flowers on the tall grass, like a very naughty girl, sitting in the grass with her face in her hand, winking and teasing the passers-by.  .

    There are a few butterflies covered in yellow, responding to the rain and dew of the morning sun, dancing on the grass, sparkling and dancing, like the dried locust leaves in autumn, falling in the autumn wind, fluttering around one high and one low  , the sky is full of stars, yellow in color.

    "You feed the ducks and geese, and I feed the chickens." She briskly pushed open the chaimen, and now she was holding two dustpans of corn kernels, one in each hand.

    "Where's old man Liu? Why isn't he feeding, and he's not at home."

    When the ducks and geese saw the dustpan, they stretched their necks desperately, only staring at my raised hand and screaming.

    Some of them even flapped their wings, almost flying, longing for a grain of corn, flying to its mouth.  As soon as I sprinkled it, the white goose lowered its head to pick it up.  But it was already too late, and the few corn kernels, which were pushed and pushed on the soil by the gray duck's flat beak, had long since disappeared.  There were only a few grains on the ground, and the guys who were chaotically fighting for food stepped on the webbed and got stuck in the mud.

    I threw it in the other direction again, and the geese and ducks all frantically stretched their necks and flew away in groups.  The clumsy gray duck gradually fell behind from the group, swaying its body "croaking" and walking with a big belly.

    Yang Yue seemed to be struggling to move the stone slabs blocking the door of the chicken coop. Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief, stood up straight, grabbed a few handfuls of rice, and sprinkled them evenly in the chicken coop.  Mouth still "toot" to murmur.

    I turned around and poked her hard with my eyes.  She also seemed to have sensed that my question had been dragged on for too long without a response.

    "Grandpa Liu went to find my grandfather. It was my grandfather who called and asked him to live there for a few days."

    "Oh, I went to Korea."

    "No, Beijing, Beijing also has a branch."

    The walls of old man Liu's courtyard are surprisingly short, only half a person's height, and they are built with slate stones, all of which have a liver color.

    The color was shattered again, sprinkled on the base of the wall, and dyed the soil the color of pig liver.  The liver-colored walls are covered with green, covered with melon seedlings, pumpkins, cucumbers, and beans.  Some seedlings are intricately wound on the raised branches.

    Next to it is a ridge of cabbage mats, dripping with dew, which is lovely.  Over this half-person-high stone wall, you can see the mountains in the distance, shrouded in smoke.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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