Bag of sweet potato leaves（二）

This is a family member courtyard formed by the rows of bungalows, the row of the ovary has been artificially separated into one of a small yard. A seven-year-old smiling woman standing around a small courtyard in front waiting for us to see the arrival of my father and I was very happy, and caught my hand, very cordial, said: "good! Never been it, all the way hard. "saw his father carrying a large bag, complained:" come and it also brings something! "his father said shyly:" We have nothing to with the country, is a sweet potato leaves, Chang Changxian you! "" Well, well! I love this thing! "basking Kou said," When I was small I could not eat, and later into the city is not common. Li! quick access to your brother However, let him rest. "Regardless of that then we came back the hands of his father answered took things casually said:" too much, with so many sweet potato leaves do? "I see it, though, said Basking Kou like the bag of sweet potato leaves, which are called the Korea that does not seem like Kou.

I carefully into the ordinary in appearance, which is very clean and luxurious home. A door in the living room, two chairs spotless polished carved the middle is a black square table, round table on the bottom of an old clock, the pendulum below the yellow look about Susu swinging rhythmically. Basking Regardless greeted us sit down, the command that is called Li's aunt went to market to buy food to entertain us, I grab a handful of colorful fruits and sugar, but also handed out a Heyan my father, watching his lit cigarette engaged in small talk with him. While, Li aunt, and also brought a man and a woman two people, regardless of basking said it was his uncle and aunt, that home to the guests, but also to look. Then they go out to the kitchen to cook, laugh, and was very lively, and her father continue to say that just basking Regardless of the topic, Chen sesame rotten corn, and that would not be enough. I listen to the boring, put attention to the kitchen, if only to hear some fragmented, as if to say the aunt, what is wrong with, with some rotten sweet potato leaves, but also so much, what pigs! Why do not the countryside to bring some chicken! Then they could not hear the. I just think his face, fever, pins and needles, looked at his father, he is right, and regardless basking happy smile on his face.