Living Next To The Male God

When Tang Jinyu came to Teacher Xia to eat oranges, Teacher Xia happened to be watering the asparagus at home.

This pot of Asparagus is newly bought. Under the careful care of Teacher Xia, each leaf is shiny, the green cluster is growing well, and the unfolded leaves are full of vitality.

Teacher Xia took the children to water and chatted with him: "In the story I told Xiaoyu yesterday, who likes eating bamboo the most?"

"Panda~"

"correct!"

"The teacher's house has bamboo, but a panda is missing!"

Teacher Xia was amused by him, and then nodded: "Yes, next time we will raise a panda."

Xia Ye just heard this sentence when he washed the dishes in the kitchen. Taking advantage of the time his father turned to put the kettle on, he bent over and pinched the child's face, "Pandas also eat oranges, you know?"

"what?"

"If you don't raise pandas, you will leave all the oranges at home for you."

Tang Jinyu's small face was pinched a circle, and her soft (rourou) feels very good. After being bullied, she didn't realize she was still there and nodded at Xia Yele, nodding her head again and again, so beautiful.

In April, there was a heavy snowfall.

The weather in the small northern city was a bit unpredictable. After it had warmed up, a snow fell, and the trees on the side of the road that had been drawn with green leaves were covered with white. The students were very happy. They wore thick clothes for two days again, and played two snowball fights happily, so that the addiction of the winter was over.

When Xia Ye was tutoring at the Tang's house at night, the first time he saw the child was a little unsettled, he ran to the window twice.

Chen Suling led him back and shook her head and said, "No, the baby can't go out. It's snowing and it's very cold outside... You can't wear thick clothes. Mommy will take you out to step on the snow tomorrow?"

Xia Ye heard it, and the pen in his hand paused, "Does Xiaoyu like snow?"

Tang Hongjun smiled and said: "Like it, Xiaoyu likes snow most. It's too cold during the New Year, and I didn't dare to let him go out for too long, so I could only step on it for a while."

Xia Ye glanced at the child who was reluctantly looking at the window, then retracted his gaze.

At noon the next day, Xia Ye went home from school for dinner, but did not take a lunch break, so he took a shovel and went to the outside yard to shovel snow.

He asked his dad just now that Tang Jinyu usually followed Chen Suling to the company in the morning, waited until noon to have dinner and sent it back, and followed to learn the piano in the afternoon. If he moved faster, he could finish it before the children returned.

The snow is heavy, and a snowman is enough.

Xia Ye moves very fast, which is different from the others. He is a panda.

White and plump body, black ears, black circles, and holding a piece of bamboo--Yesterday Teacher Xia picked a bamboo from the family that did not grow well, cut one out, and used it here.

He was bending over to be busy, when he heard the sound of da da footsteps, a little bit jumped over and hugged his leg. Xia Ye was stunned for a moment. When he looked back, he saw the kid next door, wearing a red (color) down jacket with Wearing a red and white checkered scarf and hat, it looks like a little jelly bean bouncing around.

Tang Jinyu raised her head and looked at him, but she couldn’t remember what she was talking about. Today, he was allowed to step on the snow for a while and his mother held hands and walked back. He couldn’t remember why, he just saw it. I was very happy, as if there were any special memories. Especially when I saw a person making a snowman in the yard in front of his house from a long distance, the feeling was even stronger. It seems that someone who was very close to him had also bent over and made him a big snowman by himself. He couldn't say that particularly familiar and warm name, and he was so anxious to cry.

Xia Ye put down the shovel, picked him up to look at the snowman: "Do you like it?"

Tang Jinyu nodded vigorously: "I like it~" He was afraid that Xia Ye would not believe it, so he held his neck and repeated it again, "I like it very much!"

Xia Ye took off his gloves and wiped his face with the back of his hand. He has never seen a child who likes to see a snowman crying.

An emotion in Tang Jinyu's heart was tumbling, and the soreness of being pulled up by his wife, he didn't know what was wrong, and he couldn't help crying.

Chen Suling came over and wanted to hug him, but the child hugged Xia Ye's neck and didn't let go. Tears came up against Xia Ye's clothes.

Chen Suling laughed and said, "Do you like the snowman your brother gave you so much? Then Xiaoyu doesn't cry. Mom can let you play for a while, okay?"

Tang Jinyu nodded, and said in an urn voice.

Xia Ye took him and piled up another small one on the side, and didn't let him touch his hands too much. He threw a small snowball for him to play with. He stared at him from time to time for fear that the child would not know the heat and cold, so he leaned in to lick it.

This is because Xia Ye was worried. The children stood holding a snowball and watched his snowman carefully. They were very obedient, letting (gan gan) whatever.

Chen Suling watched the time and didn't let Tang Jinyu play more in the snow, just as Xia Ye was about to go to school, she shook her gloves, patted (gan gan) and cleaned the snow again, ready to ride away.

Before leaving this time, the child took the initiative to hug his leg, but Xia Ye didn't dare to move, and waited for him to retreat before leaving.

Throughout the afternoon, Xia Ye wondered whether to build a snowman in the evening.

It's a pity that the heavens were not beautiful. The weather was very good all afternoon, and the temperature slowly picked up again. Most of the snow in the school (fuck cao) field melted.

When Xia Ye went home in the evening, she didn't see much (gan) snow on the side of the road. In the end, she went to the nearby park to find the snow under a few big trees before forming a small snowman. I brought it back in the basket.

Xia Ye fixed the snowman and placed it outside the window of Tang's house next door. After rubbing his red hands, he gently knocked on the window.

But after waiting for a long time, the familiar little head didn't come out.

Xia Ye was a little strange, but he could only put the snowman there and go home first.

At dinner in the evening, he talked to Teacher Xia, and Teacher Xia said, "Xiaoyu was ill. She had a fever in the afternoon and she is still in the hospital. I just want to see him at night."

The chopsticks in Xia Ye's hand stopped, and he curled his eyebrows and said, "How come I get sick? Isn't it the one who plays in the snow at noon?"

Teacher Xia also looked puzzled, "I called to ask, your Aunt Chen said no, she happened to be fine in the afternoon, and we were listening to Xiaoyu playing the piano together at home. You know that he just learned a complete piece of music. After two or three times, I was quite happy, Xiaoyu suddenly fell off the piano bench, closed her eyes and talked nonsense, and couldn't understand what he was talking about. Soon after, she started to have a high fever..." He shook his head and sighed, "Xiaoyu (body shen) has always been in poor health. Although she has improved a bit these days, your Uncle Tang and the others are all scared."