We Live In Nanjing

  Chapter 2 Banxia

  Meihua Villa Zhongqin Garden, 66 Mufuyuan Street, Qinhuai District.

  This is one of the few communities in the city that can still live in. The facilities are old but still complete. In the early years, the house price of this piece was more than 30,000 yuan per square meter, and now no one buys it.

The little girl walked through the gate of the residential area with her bag on her back. The vines on the walls of the residential buildings on both sides grew wildly, and the gaps between the overlapping round green leaves were pink marble wall paint, which has not been taken care of for many years, a seagull Flew over, stopped at the window edge and tilted his head curiously.

  She lives in Unit 2, Building 11, and turns left 20 meters after entering the community gate.

  Eighth Floor, 804.

There is no elevator in the old building, so I have to step up the stairs step by step. It is quite tiring to climb the stairs. The girl went up to the fifth floor in one breath, and then slowed down. She was carrying a bag and carrying a heavy bag in her hand. The cloth bag ticked all the way.

  When she reached the seventh floor, she patted the door of 703, and shouted: "Uncle Huang! Old Huang! I'm back! Your old father Banxia, ​​I'm back!"

  No one paid any attention to her at the door, maybe she hadn't woken up after sleeping.

  Lao Huang has always turned upside down day and night.

  Banxia went upstairs panting, the cloth bag in his hand shook, and the scarlet viscous liquid soaked the cloth and sprinkled on the steps.

  She didn't notice, so she went upstairs all the way ticking.

The eighth floor is the top floor, the first floor has two households, door to door, one door can be opened, the other door has been blocked by debris, the rope is pulled in the stairwell to dry wet clothes, Pinellia goes under the black coat , Stroked his hair.

   Going to the door of my house, the bag changed hands, took out the key from the pocket, "crunch—" unscrewed the door, then went in and put down things to change shoes.

   "Parents, I'm back."

   Both parents were sitting on the sofa, and Banxia looked up and found that some dust had fallen in the day, so they came over to dust them off.

  Some dust was blown in from outside the window. Last night I forgot to close the French window in the living room. There was even a little fresh bird droppings on the floor.

   "I went to the teacher, the teacher is still the same strict, I talked to her about today's learning results, in fact, there is not much progress, self-study is really difficult."

Banxia briskly took off her coat and trousers, leaving only a vest and shorts, stretched her slender arms and thighs, and then sat down on the sofa. The old sofa was suddenly crushed and squeaked. With the sound of a crunching spring, the girl slumped there to rest for a while, and then hugged her father's shoulders, "If anyone can teach me, it's fine, please God grant me a great god, it's the best to look handsome."

  God still ignored her request.

  She had prayed many times, and she stood on the top of the building and yelled to the sky: God! Please give me a handsome guy—! The kind of handsome guy who can act as a horse and help me carry wild vegetables—!

   Unfortunately, God only agreed to half of her request.

  No handsome guy.

  Enough for cattle and horses.

  I don’t know how many wild buffaloes **** and dangle in droves from the Alfalfa Garden Street in front of the door, shaking their tails and throwing their **** everywhere.

   "There is a lot of deer dung on Clover Garden Street. I don't know what kind of deer it is, but there must be a large herd of deer here. I will check again tomorrow, I don't know if it is the same deer that came last time."

"The water in Crescent Lake is getting less and less, and the bottom of the lake is full of silt. I think the lake will be dry soon. I passed by there today and I saw a pile of iron cans in the mud at the bottom of the lake. I don’t know who threw it. There."

  The girl pinched her shoulders to her parents while talking.

  The parents sat motionless.

"I still didn’t meet anyone today, so I can only try to call on the radio at night, do you think someone will hear it? Although you can’t find it no matter how you look for it, the teacher said you still have to stick to it. She said she will Someone heard, what day is it today? September...September 5th? Ah no, it’s September 6th."

"I'm going to cook, one more person to eat tonight, I will bring the teacher back to eat together." Banxia got up, dragged the cloth bag at the door into the kitchen, and dragged out a dark red mark that was close to solidification, "Oh! ! It's leaking, it messed up the floor."

  She hurriedly dragged the bag into the kitchen, and then closed the kitchen door with a bang.

  For a while, there was a sound of chopping bones with a kitchen knife from the kitchen.

   "It's so hard to chop."

   "So hard, is it the spine?"

   "Oh, my head fell into the sink."

   "You can’t chop, Dad! Mom! Are you okay with ribs tonight? If you don’t, I will cook ribs!"

   Soon the smell of meat filled the house, and the soup pot in the kitchen gurgled.

  A mouse slipped from the ceiling, climbed up the sofa along the floor, and climbed up the shoulders of the parents along the sofa, biting their clothes.

  Banxia heard a squeak in the kitchen, poked her head out to see the mouse, and rushed over with a spoon.

"dead mouse!"

  She waved over with a spoon.

  The mouse screamed, got under the sofa and disappeared.

  Mouses are really annoying, and these mice are not afraid of people. They come out to be demon at night. They can hear them playing sports games on the floor at night when they lie in bed in Banxia night. They are rustling, making people unable to sleep.

If you fall asleep, they are even more lawless. They will get into the bed, into the sleeves, into the hair, and more than once in Pinellia waking up early in the morning to find something moving in the hair, and the hair will fall off after combing. A little mouse came down, twisting and barking on the ground.

   Yes, breakfast is over.

  Several minutes later, Pinellia, full of oily and sweaty face, came out carrying the hot aluminum pan, wrapped the handle with a rag, hesitated and sucked the cold air all the way to stop the pan on the coffee table.

  The milky white soup in the pot overflowed the edge of the pot and spilled on the table.

"It's hot! It's hot!" The girl put her fingers in her mouth and stomped her feet hard, as if stomping could speed up the cooling process. She stirred the soup in the pot with a spoon and brought it out from the kitchen. Stack the bowls, a total of four.

  She put the four bowls on the table separately, and said while laying them:

   "This is Dad's."

   "This is fucking."

"this is mine."

  The last bowl is pushed to the edge of the table where there is no one.

  "This is from the teacher."

"The teacher is a guest, so the teacher will come first." Banxia smiled, and used chopsticks to fish out a small boiled palm from the soup pot and put it in the bowl, "Here, it's badly cooked, you're welcome. "

  After that, she put her hands together and took a deep breath:

   "Then Dad, Mom, teacher, I'm going to have dinner!"

  (End of this chapter)