one acre flower field

In April, the roses are in bloom.

We live on the top floor, with a big rooftop attached.Yuan Jin's brain, which runs on a chip, is full of weird and romantic ideas. When we first arrived here, he planted roses on the roof.

I fell in love with April because of these roses.

Roses are scented, very light, and clear as they pass from the bush.The fire-like color deepens toward the pistils, until it reaches the innermost part, revealing a little blackness.The petals are soft, light and fragile, and they are full of cinnabar-colored juice when they are twisted. The stems have hard thorns, which are as old as ever, and charmingly vulgar.

When we are free, we will choose a cloudy day, hug each other and sit on the rattan chairs on the roof, watching the clouds roll and the clouds are relaxing, the breeze is gentle, the newly scattered seeds sprout, the butterflies bloom, and the old cat is in harmony Rolling on the dirt floor, the old ladies downstairs were bluffing and whispering.

The beauty of stone is the beauty of circle.

I hate April, and then the cinnabar became mosquito blood.

I met Yuan Jin when I was eight years old, and our seven-year itch came five or six years late.

The uneducated and uneducated are good at pretentiousness, and they have always been like this throughout the ages.

I'm just naturally short-sighted.

I have always been very lucky. I was born with a slightly three-point color. After graduating from high school, I went to a top-ranked college.

When I was in college, I had already come out with my family. In order to take care of Yuan Jin, we lived in a rented house outside. It was a small house of more than 80 square meters, with one bedroom and one living room.

However, after a long period of tepid life, I can't avoid getting bored. I was so ignorant at that time, and regretted that the past years were boring and wasted.After getting acquainted with alumni for two or three years, I often have fun with people all night, break up to my heart's content, and go home in the middle of the night.

Most of the time when I go home, Yuan Jin...has never slept. At that time too, he was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with food on the table, which had been reheated many times, and it was still warm.

Yuan Jin doesn’t use electronic products very much. Since he is a mobile British Museum, reading books is unnecessary, because my mother directly cut off my financial resources when she found out about us being together, so we were living at that time. Very poor, Yuan Jin did not turn on the light, he was sitting in the dark when I came back, the old cat was not so old at that time, the not very old old cat was sleeping on him.

In the first year when I came back late, he would rush to the door to greet me with excitement. He was never angry, and he was really happy when he picked me up. waist, and then complained pitifully: "Why did you just come back, I'm so bored, I miss you so much."

He would excitedly pull me to the table, pointing to the steaming dishes and showing off to me: "Look, I learned this from "Dream of Red Mansions". They all said that eggplant can't be made, but I can. Why don't you try it, just a little bit, okay?"

Later, when I got annoyed, I told him: "I have my own life too, why are you always waiting for me?"

"What else can you do besides cooking? I don't want to eat your cooking, I'm tired of it."

Afterwards he couldn’t do it anymore, I turned on the light, and he just stood up, gently hugged the cat back to its nest, then leaned a little to the dining table, and smiled a little awkwardly: “… eat Have you eaten yet? I tried a new method, so it should taste different from before."

He can't taste the taste of food, and the food he cooks is always just right. I can't find out the reason, but I think it is the electronic brain that gave him this special function.

I put the untouched meals in the refrigerator.

The smell of alcohol on my body was too strong, mixed with the filthy smell of the bar, it suddenly overwhelmed the original fragrance of flowers on Yuan Jin's body.Yuan Jin stood aside and looked at me, he stopped smiling, because I said, he always laughs, how silly.

I took the dishes from the previous night out of the refrigerator. After a day in the refrigerator, the colors of the dishes were a bit dim, so I poured them into the cat food bowl.

Yuan Jin followed behind me, but he still didn't speak.

When I passed by him, I said lightly: "Don't wait for me in the future, and don't cook anymore, it's a waste."

He suddenly hugged me from behind, his hairy head buried in the socket of his neck, itchy and soft almost lingering.

Yuan Jin said: "There are 54 floor tiles in the bedroom, 72 horizontal lines on the ceiling, and peony patterns on the chandelier, a total of 180 folds."

His voice overflowed with repressed grievances, and he said: "You still haven't come back."

I was horrible at that time, I noticed that my eyebrows were wrinkled, but he stood up straight before I was about to push away, and instinctively wanted to laugh, but halfway through the laugh, he suddenly thought of something and rubbed his face. Rubbing his eyes and putting down the corners of his mouth, he walked towards the kitchen and said softly: "Go take a bath, I'll make some hangover soup."

I still drank the hangover soup. He brought it before going to bed. I have class tomorrow. I drank too much today. I handed him the empty bowl and lay down with my back facing me. I felt a little sleepy. I vaguely remember I forgot many things, but I struggled until the end and I just said: "Tomorrow I invited my classmates to come to my house. If you are embarrassed, stay in your room and don't go out."

I invited many classmates to my house. It was the first time I went home during the day in a month. Yuan Jin was still standing at the door when I opened the door. I saw fleeting pain in his eyes when he saw me, but soon He smiled politely again, and greeted my classmates: "It's a classmate of Little Bird, come in quickly."

He was not good at communicating with people, and was even a little scared, so he tried his best to be polite, but his voice was still a little uncomfortable and jerky.

He went to the kitchen to cook, and my classmates followed me quietly after I finished packing.

I leaned against the door and watched him carefully calculate the amount of ingredients. It was funny to find that someone would be careful to put salt in micrograms. When he stir-fried the oil pan, he disturbed the air, and the aroma of food spread over the surface. , greasy and soft waxy, a little caught off guard.

He picked up a piece of tenderloin, blew it, and brought it to my mouth when it cooled down a little. He said with a relaxed smile, "Try it."

When he approached me, there was no smell of gardenia, only the strong smell of oily smoke.I tilted my head, avoiding the chopsticks near my mouth, and asked him with an unfriendly expression: "You, who am I?"

He froze for a moment, then calmly withdrew his hand, put it to his mouth, and took a bite.

He couldn't eat, I was startled and looked at him nervously.

But he didn't respond, Yuan Jin turned around, returned to his fireworks, poured vegetables into the oil pan, his voice was muffled by the rough beating of the exhaust fan.

"Bionic robot." Yuan Jin said.