"You can hear it from this far away."

"I heard her as soon as she turned on the battery and entered the old street."

His tone seemed to be something worth being proud of, and my cousin chuckled: "You two have such a good relationship."

He felt a little embarrassed, and it didn't matter what others said, but when he saw his cousin, he always remembered how she took him to eat, sleep, ward off mosquitoes, and enjoy the cool air when he was a child.

When Wang Xilou was kind to him when he was a child, he thought Wang Xilou was the gentlest person in the world. Later he discovered that Wang Xilou was not gentle at all. She was just very kind to him, and there was a reason why she was good to him.

The truly gentle ones are the two cousins. They are too kind, and they are not like the people who were taught by my aunt's aggressive personality.

Wang Xilou saw that this person was still idle: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? You've been back for so long and you don't know how to pour tea!?"

"..." He couldn't tell that their relationship was good, and he yelled at him as soon as he came back.

Po Nu helped Wang Xilou, and his aunt also went to help. The dinner was packed quickly.

It was getting dark, and the cement road was left with the remaining heat from the sun. A few crickets came in from the flower stands in the yard. The insects kept chirping, and the adults chatted.

The chicken crowed twice and then stopped, and soon it became fragrant.

Po Nu sent this old friend away personally.

A neighbor came over and first said there was a guest at home, and then asked Wang Xilou if there was much ginger.

It turned out that I came here to borrow two pieces of ginger.

If it is a loan, it will probably not be repaid, but it will become currency on Wang Xilou's mahjong table. When she loses the money, she will say that the ginger, garlic and so on she owed last time have been deducted.

Sometimes she would bring back a pack of MSG, a handful of green onions, etc., which she had won from other old ladies.

He looked very proud, like a victorious general.

The neighbor borrowed the ginger and left. Before leaving, he chatted with Wang Xilou and his aunt for a few words, then said he didn't want to talk anymore and went back to cook.

The days are getting hotter day by day, and there are ninety-nine days left for the college entrance examination. It seems like these days will never come back.

It's just that it hasn't passed yet, but he has already begun to miss it.
Chapter completed!