Yellow plums are sweeter than green plums

Just the man's hand took a few mouthfuls, and because of the high emotion, the smell of plums around him suddenly became stronger again.

The slightly sour fruity aroma on the boy's body lingers, and it can easily whet people's appetites. It seems that the physiology is more irresistible than the psychology, as if smelling vinegar, you will always feel your throat tightening immediately.If you put aside your identity as a biology teacher, if you don't consider science, Duan Qiuming thinks that he can already figure out what's going on.

This kind of appetizing property that makes the index finger move is indeed not available in most foods.

Not having an ID card means that you can't get on the bus, and going through the security check is also a headache.After the boy's stomach was appeased by the peanut, he also took on the responsibility of helping Duan Qiuming share his worries. After all, he was more worried than the other party that he would not be able to get in the car.Gritting his knuckles lightly with his fine white teeth, he came up with a good idea when he saw that the boarding time was approaching, and smiled brightly at Duan Qiuming.

Standing on tiptoe, he hung his small broken bag on Duan Qiuming's body, and the man who was overwhelmed by the smile without warning realized that the boy in front of him was gone without even his slippers.Just as he was amazed, something seemed to be stuffed into the pocket. He stretched out a piece of the soft fabric of the coat and put it into the pocket. It turned out to be a greengage with two leaves.

The fluffy Ome just nestled quietly in the palm of his hand, and rolled to the other side in the narrow space as if shy when touched by the man's finger.The trembling leaves reminded Duan Qiuming that this was probably the essence of plum essence. He carefully put away the leaves, for fear that they would be squeezed out of the pocket and wrinkled into pickles, exuding his own fragrance in the dark pocket.

As if the doubts in his heart had been verified, Duan Qiuming patted the fruit inside gently through the pocket, feeling its blurred outline, and the more he liked it in his heart.

Before returning home, he never thought that he would be targeted by such a little goblin pretending to be a ghost.

The high-speed train travel time from the south to the north is not very short. I estimated the time to get home, worried that the greengage that followed me would dry out and wrinkle, so I prepared a small watering can from the store.The originally unsmiling young lady at the security checkpoint found that the tall man was bulging in his pockets when he passed through the inspection device. When he took it out, he turned out to be a fresh green plum.

After staring at the man's tense face for two seconds, holding back a smile, he handed the fruit back into the man's broad palm.

The scenery along the line gradually became less clear under the cover of night, and most of the people in the carriage were drowsy. The man sitting by the window at the end of the carriage took out a book from his bag, and he placed it on the small table in front of him. Qingmei rolled to the edge by the window while no one was paying attention.Hearing the sound, the man looked away from the densely packed biology books, and saw that the plum essence, which had never been seen in the market, was uneasy. A faint smile rose from the corner of his mouth, and he freed up a hand to lift him up. to the window.

Although the scenery of the unfamiliar land outside the window is attractive, but he just wants to attract the attention of men.

The light in the carriage was a bit dim, and the man was slightly nearsighted. He was wearing low-prescription glasses at this time, and after staring for a while, he would gently push the black frame to its original position with his slender fingers.But now, that beautifully shaped finger touched her, and Xiao Qingmei stared at his lips in a daze, only feeling a useless heat coming from the part of the fruit core.

Even the outline of the originally firm face became soft when viewed from Ome's perspective.

Reluctantly, as Meizi, he has no eyes, nose and mouth, so he doesn't have to worry about Duan Qiuming seeing how unscrupulous his eyes are staring at him, he doesn't need to escape or be shy.There is nothing shameful in just staring at it aboveboard.

For so many years, starting from having my own consciousness, waiting for his arrival has become the greatest joy of being a plant in the spring rain every year, even though I know that he is not here to see me, even though I know that the swing he tied to me is For the sake of the bones buried in the ground, the young man still stared at the man's more mature eyebrows and eyes every time he approached him, from his slightly stiff hair to his muddy trousers, satisfied until last year The leaves of this year's are fluttering in the wind.

When listening to him call out Xiao Tian'er's name, I feel that every word that rolls out from the tip of his tongue makes my heart tremble, like a cuckoo returning at night carrying the wind and touching the tip of its wing to the tip of a leaf. sound.Unknown emotions are flowing hotly between the roots. If I have a name, is it possible for this man to be called out with such tender feelings?

Year after year, witnessing his childishness gradually lose, he would think of himself as someone who grew up with him in a trance.

He still doesn't know much about the rules of the human world, he doesn't know Duan Qiuming's profession, and he doesn't know what kind of trajectory Duan Qiuming lives in the 364 days he doesn't see each year.But today, for the first time, he left the soil that he was supposed to guard, and followed him in the form of a human. In fact, he didn't know anything about what would happen in the future.

But at least, it was different from before. Today he looked at himself, talked to himself, and even gave himself something to eat.

Dehydration will cause you to lose your life anytime, anywhere, but even if you haven't mentioned it, the man in front of you seems to understand the importance of water to him, as long as he shakes the leaves, he will put the book aside and patiently replenish himself moisture.The fine water mist is like the moist rain from the hometown. While greedily absorbing it, it will always look at the man's beautiful face with fascination.

He suddenly held it up to a short distance from the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, as if he was satisfied with the smell on his body.

When the nervous Qingmei looked at his approaching lips, the green flesh gradually became sweet.