Chapter 343 Cherry Jelly
Xu Qingsong suddenly thought of cherries and jelly.
This scene appeared in front of him so suddenly that he was even surprised that his memory was so good. He clearly remembered that it was the first Monday after he finished the college entrance examination.
The university hadn't had summer vacation yet, and his parents were busy with classes and couldn't leave, so he returned to Taojia Village alone.
The cherries in the yard are already ripe, and the branches are covered with bright red fruits. The second master has already picked a batch. These were specially reserved for him knowing that he was coming back.
That afternoon, after getting up from a nap, Xu Qingsong took out the frozen ice cubes from the refrigerator, poured them into a basin, mixed most of the basin with ice water, and carried it under the cherry tree. He climbed up the ladder to pick cherries, and after picking a bunch, he threw a bunch into the basin below. He didn't come down until the ice water reached the edge of the basin.
He had nothing to do at the time, so he moved a chair and placed it at the door of the living room, put the pot of cherries on it, and sat next to it with the electric fan blowing on, watching the ice in the pot melt slowly and looking outside the pot. A circle of condensed water droplets.
When all the ice melted, a small pool of water had gathered at the bottom of the basin next to the chair. When the basin was lifted up, it was a hollow circle.
Xu Qingsong went to the kitchen, put the basin into the sink, put his hands in and gently scrubbed it, then turned on the faucet and rinsed it again. Then he took out a transparent deep-mouthed fruit plate from the cabinet, poured the cherries into it, and then took out a box of ice from the refrigerator to cover it with a layer of ice.
He returned to the living room with the plate of cherries and placed it in the hollow circle on the chair.
The fan blew in his face, blowing the cold air from the fruit plate onto his face and neck. He held a green stem and lifted a cherry out of the ice cube. The water marks on the surface of the cherry quickly gathered at the bottom. As soon as it gathered into a small water droplet, it was blown away by the wind.
Xu Qingsong smelled the fragrance of milk when he tore off the seal. He opened the plastic bag and took a look inside: "Why is there no spoon?"
He rarely comes back this month. Every year when the cherries are ripe, Erye sends them to Beijing. This thing is not very convenient to transport, and it has to be stored in ice. Even if you send it, you can't send it much. He can only eat it once, and he can't even get over it.
The uneaten cherries, water, and half-melted ice cubes were scattered on the ground. The cherry stones piled on the chair by Xu Qingsong were also swept away by the fruit plate, and the stars fell to the ground and rolled away. . The box of jelly with the seal torn off also suffered a disaster. It fell down with the bottom facing up and the mouth of the bowl facing down.
“No?” Tao Huayu lowered his head and swiped his newly purchased mobile phone while eating a cherry. “Then maybe I forgot to install it. Go get it from the kitchen and bring one for me too.”< br>
After slowly eating this one, he spit out a smooth core. Xu Qingsong held it in his hand and looked at it. He thought, he didn't know if this seed would sprout and grow if he buried it.
The fruit plate spun twice in the air, landed on the bottom, and spun several times with a clang before it stabilized.
"I'm not as hot as you." Xu Qingsong said.
Xu Qingsong put the jelly on the chair and went to get a spoon.
The ripe red cherries, with cool pulp, don’t feel particularly soft when biting into them, and the sweet juice flows on the tip of the tongue.
Without Xu Qingsong's greeting, he pulled a small stool over and sat down opposite Xu Qingsong. He pulled the T-shirt on his chest and shook it vigorously: "Oh, how come this fan blows hot air? Why don't you turn on the air conditioner?"
“What are you carrying?” Xu Qingsong reached out and opened the plastic bag. It was red and not transparent, so nothing could be seen.
"Jelly." Tao Huayu said, "My sister brought it back from the city. It's expensive, but it's delicious. You can try it."
He ate a plate of cherries. Halfway through, a small pile of cores was placed on the chair, and Tao Huayu came over.
"It's iced!" Tao Huayu thought, no wonder he wasn't hot. He put the plastic bag he was carrying on the chair, stretched out his hand and pinched the cherries to eat.
Xu Qingsong ate very slowly, as if he was savoring the food.
Xu Qingsong took out one, a small plastic bowl half the size of a palm, white, with a few scattered small patches of red vaguely visible on the bottom and outer ring. It says on the seal that it is made with cherry coconut milk and has real pulp.
Walking back, when he was still a few steps away from the chair, he saw Tao Huayu didn’t know what he saw on his mobile phone. Turned over the fruit plate.
Xu Qingsong looked at Tao Huayu who was still in shock: "What were you watching? A horror movie?"
Tao Huayu shook his head.
Xu Qingsong picked the cherries into the fruit plate one by one. After washing them, they were still edible, and then went to pick up the jelly. He pinched the plastic layer and lifted it up. Maybe he pinched it too hard, or maybe the jelly was too tightly attached to the ground. He only picked up an empty plastic bowl, and the intact piece of jelly was still there. On the ground, it shook a few times.
Tao Huayu looked directly at the jelly and said: "It seems."
His words blurted out unconsciously, Xu Qingsong turned around When he looked up at him, he realized what he was doing. He was extremely nervous but pretended to be calm.
When Xu Qingsong finished cleaning up, Tao Huayu whispered to him mysteriously: "I'll show you something."
"What?" Xu Qingsong asked.
"They sent it to the boys in our class." Tao Huayu clicked on the screen of his mobile phone and looked at the courtyard door again, "How about you take my mobile phone to the room?"
< br>Xu Qingsong looked at him doubtfully.
"Okay, I'll mute the sound." After Tao Huayu finished the operation, he handed the phone to him, "Look, I'll give you a lookout."
Before that, Xu Qingsong's The world is pure.
That afternoon, the silent picture on the phone and the noisy cicadas outside were intertwined with his suddenly accelerated heartbeat, piercing his brain with visual impact.
He understood immediately, no wonder Tao Huayu said "It seems like".
Xu Qingsong hugged Liu Wangxue and changed positions, letting her face him and lean on the sofa. He knelt beside her legs, put one hand beside her ear, bent down and lowered his head. One hand lifted her chin just enough to rest the back of her neck on the top of the backrest, forcing her to look at each other.
"Are you so shy?" he asked.
Liu Wangxue's eyes wandered: "Can't I be shy?"
Xu Qingsong pinched her chin and asked her to look at him: "You flirted with me so hard before, I thought you were very bold."
Liu Wangxue changed the subject: "It's very late. Why don't you go to bed? You just said that staying up late will make you look ugly."
Xu Qing. Song came a little closer, and her lips were distant: "It doesn't include you, and it doesn't include me."
Liu Wangxue suddenly smiled and looked into his eyes: "Are you confident or arrogant? Love?”
“Both.” Xu Qingsong finally kissed her on the lips.
Once it's not enough, once it gets on it, you can't live without it.
After a long time, Xu Qingsong raised his head, looked at Liu Wangxue's misty eyes and took away the water stains on them, and leaned in her ear and asked her: "Are you thirsty?"
Liu Wangxue calmed down and shook her head: "I'm not thirsty."
"I'm thirsty." Xu Qingsong said, kissing from behind her ear to her jaw.
Liu Wangxue reached out and pushed him, sat up straight and made a gesture to get down.
Xu Qingsong pulled her back to the back of the sofa: "What are you doing?"
"I'll get you a glass of water." Liu Wangxue raised her face and her voice was soft.
"I don't want to drink water." Xu Qingsong pressed her forehead.
"I don't want to drink anything." Xu Qingsong pressed a hand on her collarbone, looked into her eyes, and his deep voice was full of lust and longing.