It¡¯s late at night, people are already sleeping, swallows and birds are singing, and the pearl is standing in the wind by pushing the window
"Mingzhu, do you like him?" Mingzhu asked herself.
"Of course you like him, because you have never been so moved!" Another voice said.
"Do I love him? Does liking him mean I'm in love with him?"
"That's right! Think about who you miss the most? Who do you like the most? Who did your heart beat for?" said another voice.
That night she held his letter close to her chest. Hei Zai's shadow was all he could see when he opened and closed his eyes. That night, she tossed and turned and had difficulty falling asleep.
It started to drizzle the next morning.
In the afternoon, the low and gloomy rain clouds seemed to be swept away by a gust of spring breeze. The remaining branches and leaves on the roadside have also shown the color of life after the baptism of spring rain, swaying in the wind and making noisy noises. Towards evening, God seemed to be doing some good, and the sky cleared up. A beautiful glow appears on the horizon where the sea and the sky connect, and the clouds sometimes look like thousands of troops galloping on the battlefield, sometimes like colorful rose petals in full bloom.
This night, the moon also quietly hid in the thick clouds. When Mingzhu arrived at the ferry, Hei Zai was already waiting there in high spirits. Mingzhu did not go directly to him, but stood in the corner not far away and looked at him. Under the illumination of the street lamp, she saw that his eyes were somewhat melancholy.
The sound of a tractor "Boom! Boom!" was heard in the distance, followed by the "clacking" sound of slippers and laughter of the group of people walking on the stone slabs. When he saw someone approaching Mingzhu, Hei Zai walked over quickly, hugged her shoulders, and held her in his arms as if he was afraid that she would be attacked, blocking the sight of those people. After watching the group of people leave, they sat down on the stone steps nearby. Mingzhu handed him the self-portrait and photos.
"Thank you Pearl!"
After Hei Zai saw Mingzhu¡¯s photos and self-portraits, he laughed happily
"What are you laughing at?" She looked a little uncomfortable at his laughter and asked him.
"You look like an ugly duckling in the photo, but you are a beauty in the painting. I never thought you were really good at beautifying yourself! Haha"
"My dear, I am a beauty!" Mingzhu thought to herself.
"When was this photo taken? It doesn't look like you at all, but it's still beautiful in person!" He finally stopped laughing and said to her seriously.
¡°Although peonies are beautiful, they need green leaves to accompany them; even though lotus leaves are green, they need lotus flowers to embellish them!¡± she murmured.
"Haha, although the flowers are as beautiful as the lotus heart, there is always a time when the flowers bloom and fall. The beautiful flowers are in the chessboard, but the lotus heart will always remain fragrant Don't be angry!" I didn't expect this guy to speak well, and he really has a skill.
Hei Zai took out the earphones from his pocket and played a piece of music: "Mingzhu, this song is very good, you should also enjoy it!" Before Mingzhu could react, Hei Zai put the earphones into her ears:
Where is my sweetheart?
Why can¡¯t I find you anywhere?
When you leave
I will be sad and cry
Waiting madly
Don¡¯t leave without looking back
The song is sad and disturbing. Hei Zai seemed to have unspeakable thoughts, and silently shared music with Mingzhu. On a starless night, he was still accompanied by seabirds and waves. The occasional frog croaking in the fields beside the road added to the atmosphere. After noticing the silence around him, Mingzhu snuggled quietly next to him.
I don¡¯t know when the moon quietly poked its head out, as if silently blessing the young couple.
In the blink of an eye, spring is gone and hot summer is ushered in.
Liancheng, facing the Taiwan Strait to the east and on the southeastern coast, is particularly hot in July and August.
This summer, it was extremely hot. It was nearly noon, and the bright sun was shining brightly. The white sun baked the earth as hot as a furnace. The air flow seems to have solidified. Occasionally, a wind with the smell of the sea blows from the distant sea, and when it comes close, it turns into slightly hot steam, blowing on the person's body, sticky and thick, It makes people breathless.
In the work shed, Hei Zai directed the workers to use jacks to turn over a large carved stone lion.
"Okay! Everyone, let's rest for a while and drink some cooling tea!" Hei Zai said as he wiped the sweat from his head, picked up the kettle next to him, took a sip, and spit it out suddenly: "Oh my God If we don¡¯t let people live anymore, the water must be fifty degrees!¡±
"Damn, the water on the stone is smoking" The workers nearby were sweating profusely and threw down their hammers and tools one after another.He complained that some people could no longer bear it and ran towards the well next to the work shed, scrambling to get water for a shower.
"Everyone, please take a rest. It starts at 3pm!" Hei Zai said, putting the towel on his shoulder and walked into the office. After washing his face with well water, he sat down and took out a piece of white paper from the right drawer of his desk, and carefully drew on it. This is a picture of Guanyin. The Taiwanese businessman urgently needed the drawing, so he had to draw it in the afternoon. Since the fax machine could only hold A-type paper, Hei Zai asked Qiang Zai to go to the post office and send the drawing to Taiwan. .