actor is not human

Mother Lin was still feeding the chickens in the yard until Bai Qing was habitually about to sleep until the sun was up, waving the bowl in her hand after eating and scolding Lin Mulin: "Little melon, can you calm down for a while! Bai Qing is still sleeping and you What are you knocking on the door for?"

Lin Mulin, who was planning to move out of Linda to suppress Lin's mother, almost lost her temper when she turned around—Linda, who was just now full of righteous indignation and knocked on the door with him, unexpectedly disappeared.

Looking at it again, Linda actually pretended to have just woken up and went downstairs to say good morning to Lin's mother.

Lin Mulin was angry, but he didn't dare to knock on the door again. He called Bai Qing's name in a low voice, and walked away angrily after getting no response.

You can hide for a while, but you can't hide for a lifetime.

"Fu Yingdi, think about what we should do now?" Bai Qing looked at Fu Jiucheng who was leaning against the head of the bed and was still smiling, and was furious, "You really want to be recognized as a literary boy Literary young man?"

Fu Jiucheng didn't refute: "Isn't it good? Then we're a good match!"

What a fart.

It's a rare good weather without snow, and even a little sun.

Even if Bai Qing wanted to spend the rest of his life under the quilt, it was impossible for Lin Mulin to never speak again. This was probably the only sunny day in this period of time, and I don't know when it will be again after this day.

Shyly getting up, putting on his clothes and wrapping up his scarf, Bai Qingli ignored Fu Jiucheng, who was still lying on the bed behind him, waiting for him to throw his clothes over, opened the door like a thief, and poked his head out.

All is safe out there!

...shit

Lin Mulin stood by the door with a half-smile, looked down at Bai Qing, and sneered: "Is the mouse willing to make a hole?"

In the end, he was carried away.Mama Lin, who was coaxed into ecstasy by Linda, couldn't help but take Papa Lin to the only small shop in the village as soon as she was excited, planning to buy some firecrackers to give the family some New Year atmosphere.

As soon as Father Lin and Mother Lin went out, Bai Qing, who was still held in his hands, became a man at the bottom of the food chain.

There is also a Guanyin statue and two bright red candles in the lobby. There are many small snacks on a small plate in the middle, and a big pig's head is placed in the middle.

Bai Qing stood in front of the table and stared at that pig, Lin Mulin stood behind him, with the mobile phone in his hand against Bai Qing's back, as if he was holding a gun: "Tell me about it." , did you play so intensely last night that you could directly forget whether your phone is black or white?"

Lin Mulin, who roughly knew the whole story, was big-hearted so he didn't piss himself off. Sure enough, he could only be wary of Bai Qing, and it was impossible to be at ease.

Bai Qing was aggrieved, looking at Fu Jiucheng who was reprimanded by Linda standing next to him, suddenly felt a little better in his heart.

Linda was also very angry.Although the previous Fu Jiucheng was not easy to get close to, worry-free was really top-notch. It's just that she likes to worry and wants to do things to perfection, so she is tired.

But the past six months have been really tiring, physically and mentally exhausting.Where did that former high-altitude flower, Fu Jiucheng, who was so cold that he didn't even bother to make trouble go?Give her back that Fu Jiucheng!Just take it as a pity for her few lifespans when she was angry.

In the end, this matter was turned over—it was a good deal for a few people, and it was not an important matter after thinking about it, so it was just vaguely passed——Fu Jiucheng's little cousin likes poetry, so he wrote it for fun, and Fu Jiucheng encouraged his little cousin So post it on Weibo.

Full of loopholes.

For example, Fu Jiucheng has not mentioned his little cousin who is so popular with him for so many years; for example, why the little cousin was with Fu Jiucheng last night near the early morning; for example, why the tone of this article is so similar to Bai Qing. .....

It was buried in the breath of the New Year and dissipated.

Mother Lin bought two firecrackers, and some fairy sticks and firework sticks that children love to play with. They put them all on the side and waited for the night to get them all.

Today is New Year's Eve, and it is reasonable to have a New Year's Eve dinner.

It is impossible for Mama Lin to cook the New Year's Eve dinner with such a large table. Linda volunteered to enter the kitchen and started chopping meat under Mama Lin's command.

Linda's appearance is actually very deceptive. Just looking at her face, it's easy because Linda is just a weak woman who can't resist her shoulders and lift her hands, but in fact Linda's gesture of waving two kitchen knives is quite fierce, "Boom "Dong Dong" chopped the meat on the chopping board into fine pieces in a short time.

Mother Lin couldn't figure out what the newcomers Fu Jiucheng and Linda liked to eat, so she decided to make some dumplings and vegetables.

Father Lin fished out the fish that had been raised in the pond for a while, cleaned it up neatly, and turned to Fu Jiucheng, "What kind of food does Xiao Fu like? Braised in soy sauce or sauerkraut?"

Fu Jiucheng, who was helping Mother Lin wash the vegetables, fished out all the cilantro in distaste. Hearing Father Lin's question, he replied casually, "Eat them all." As long as there is no cilantro.

Instead, Lin Mulin poked his head out: "Sauerkraut, the soup can also be used as a topping for rice."

"You know how to eat and drink without any effort, shut up!" Lin's mother came out to take in the dishes that Fu Jiucheng had washed, and spat at Lin Mulin.

Bai Qing was kneading noodles in the kitchen. The kitchen was full of fire. For the sake of convenience and to prevent himself from getting steamy from kneading the dough, Bai Qing took off his coat, and the turtleneck sweater that was slightly fitted inside made his shoulders and waist even more wide. Thin, standard hanger figure.

Mother Lin asked Fu Jiucheng if he knew how to make dumplings, and after getting a definite answer, she nodded and asked Fu Jiucheng to go in and help.

The kitchen isn't very big, only Linda and Bai Qing looked spare when they were standing in it, but when Fu Jiucheng came in, the kitchen seemed a bit too small.

Fu Jiucheng entered the door with his waist bowed, rubbed against Bai Qing's back, and hugged him full of him as soon as he stretched out his arms.

Bai Qing looked down at Fu Jiucheng's hands that hadn't dried off the water, and frowned in disgust: "Take it away, take it away, this is my new dress, don't touch me."

As if Fu Jiucheng hadn't heard of it, he just stretched his hands forward to show that he couldn't touch it.

Linda was still chopping minced meat and chopping people's heads, picked up a flower with both hands and inserted the knife into the chopping board: "You two, restrain me a bit, I want to keep my stomach for dinner after a good New Year's Eve , do not eat dog food."

After Fu Jiucheng finished listening, he glanced at Mama Lin outside, obediently let go, and stood aside, waiting for her hands to dry.

Mother Lin arranged for Bai Qing to knead noodles and make dumplings, and for Fu Jiucheng to wash vegetables and make dumplings.

These two big men were making dumplings well in the kitchen, their faces were covered in flour when they were playing, and it was rare that a few crooked dumplings would laugh when they were cooked.

The stuffing in the ones by Bai Qing's hand almost broke the dumpling wrapper.

The ones in Fu Jiucheng's hand had little stuffing, as if the dumpling wrappers had been folded in half without stuffing inside.

Linda took a closer look, Fu Jiucheng still had two layers of dumpling wrappers.

Linda couldn't stand it anymore, washed her hands and started to help make dumplings.

If these two people were allowed to mess around, probably after tossing all the noodles, they would not be able to make a few edible dumplings.

With one hand and a half nest, the rolled dumpling wrapper is placed in the palm of the hand, and the other hand scoops and puts the stuffing in, squeezes and puts, and there is a beautiful and plump dumpling in the hand.

"Great!"

"nice!"

Two big men covered in flour exclaimed and stood in the kitchen applauding.

Linda couldn't bear the fact that these two people turned the kitchen into a fan meeting scene, and drove them out with a spoon.

During the period, Lin Mulin came over to take a look. The table was full of round and chubby dumplings, standing for a while like copying and pasting, like a military parade.

"Your designation is a bit obsessive-compulsive." Lin Mulin watched Linda making dumplings, and said "tsk tsk tsk".

No matter how busy Lin Mulin is, he must come back every year during the Chinese New Year. As a result, he just watched Lin's mother make dumplings for more than [-] years, and he still hasn't learned the essence.

Linda was suddenly a little dazed.She didn't know how many years she hadn't reunited with others like this for the New Year, let alone put down work to wash hands and make dumplings.

Lin Mulin intended to come here to see what kind of shocking dumplings Linda, who hadn't celebrated Chinese New Year in more than ten years, would make, but not only did she not see it as a joke, but was forced by Lin's mother to learn how to make dumplings with Linda in the kitchen. dumpling.

After being kicked out of the kitchen, Fu Jiucheng and Bai Qing suddenly couldn't find anything to do, wandered around in the lobby, then wandered to an empty corner, and hid in the corner under the stairs and exchanged a flour-smelling kiss.

Lin's father, who was also disgusted by Lin's mother and only handled one fish, was sitting in the room humming opera and calling Bai Qing's name.

Bai Qing was pressed in the corner, and the sweater and bottoming shirt that tightly wrapped her waist were pulled up together, her narrow white waist was exposed to the air, causing goose bumps.

Fu Jiucheng didn't stop his messy hands, he touched Bai Qing's back, traced Bai Qing's graceful butterfly bone with his slender fingers with thin calluses, and bit Bai Qing's jaw dissatisfied: "I want to ..."

"Hold back everything you want!" Bai Qing pushed Fu Jiucheng away in a low voice, rubbed his chin to make the tooth marks less obvious, pulled the clothes back to their original flatness, and glared at Fu Jiucheng.

Is this person completely oblivious to time and place?Just remember a character?

Papa Lin has already yelled three times. According to the habit, if no one answers the fourth time, Papa Lin will definitely come out to find someone.

If they didn't look carefully, they wouldn't be able to see this position, but if Father Lin came out, he would be facing the corner of the stairs.

Feeling that there was nothing wrong with her, Bai Qing entered the room with a smile on her face: "Uncle Lin."

Father Lin saw Bai Qing coming in, waved the small radio in his hand, and asked enthusiastically, "Bai Qing, can you sing?"

Father Lin has been thinking about this for too long. He wanted to ask when he heard the two tunes that Bai Qing was humming to the opera yesterday, but because he didn't have time, Mother Lin never let him go.

Bai Qing smiled shyly: "It's just for filming, humming a few words with the opera teacher, it's not on point."

Papa Lin was still interested, and he stretched out his hand to call Fu Jiucheng over: "Come on, Xiao Fu, tell uncle that Bai Qing can sing or not?"

Fu Jiucheng cast a sideways glance at Bai Qing, and laughed, "If you let him sing every single move, it's okay, but if you finish singing the real thing, it's really bad."

Uncle Lin still didn't hear it in the end.As soon as Bai Qing raised his voice for the first time, he was so frightened by Lin's mother's shout that his voice split into pieces-"Damn old man, you are still calling Bai Qing!"

Lin's mother reprimanded Lin's father while pasting red paper in the back room, Linda and Lin Mulin were making dumplings.The dumplings in the pot are sinking and floating, and the pork head stewed in the earthen stove is emitting bursts of fragrance.

Fu Jiucheng looked at Bai Qing.

Bai Qing was leaning against the door frame, rubbing his throat lightly with his fingers, and the warm light hit his side face, casting a soft orange outline on his cheek, blurring the boundary between light and dark, full of the warmth of the world.