In July this year, I came to Nanjing alone. Rent place is two bungalows. I live in the landlord, the kitchen and bathroom share. In this crowded city, there is a rare small yard. The corner of the yard is a very lush French phoenix. When I went, I saw the branches whose stretching shielded the sky of the small yard. In the morning, I took the toothbrush to the pool in the yard, brush your teeth, looked at the widespan green leaves like a person's palm of the pool. When the water dripped on top, the sound of "Shasha" was issued, and the heart would have a wet warmth. The hostess is very loved. Wash the clean mop on the wall, you can use it at any time. The leaves in the yard were cleared by the male owner. At about 7:00 in the morning, I will hear the "Shasha" sound of sweeping leaves. At the weekend, they will call me to eat together. I often feel that in fact, my arrival is the most unhappy but the cat of their family. It is a very ordinary domestic cat, it is about two or three years old. The owner raised it, but it was to drive the mouse in the yard. No one in the family went to touch it, and some people will tease it. The hostess took it very strict, not allowed to enter the main bedroom, not allowed to enter the kitchen, otherwise it will be kicked out. One day, I pushed the door of the kitchen and saw it next to a mouse that was killed. It was very happy to think that the owner would like it. But the hostess is very angry and rushed out. Perhaps, it will never find the way to discuss the favorite method. When I opened the door for the first time, it was in my foot while standing at me, and the voice of the called is clear. I opened the door, I didn't see it, I stopped it, I crouched in the foot. When you go out in the evening, it is very dependent on my thick and body. After that, it will wait for me to go home every night, and then follow me from the gate to my door, it is constantly, whispered. I stopped, it will go to my leg. In the evening, it will come to my room without a sound, and hold a slipper to sleep. I think, how lack of touch and comfort. However, many times, I even feel that I am the cat.
When you get home from get off work, you will often stop in the front stop and go back slowly. There are a lot of casual tea on both sides. I looked one by one. They are all placed with a clean and neat chair, beautiful flowers, fruits, various colors of drinks. The light is not glaring. Although in the downtown, but it is quietly in quiet. Sometimes, there is two young fashionable women, or the owner or the clerk, the eyes that are indifferent, with you with you through the cold glass, with a vaguely visible elegant fragrance. Every tea bar has its own very strong personality, just like a person seen in the street. When I met, I walked again. So, the memory will leave a lot of such imprints. Some is full of orange light, especially warm; some are decorated with continental stairs and flowers; some are simple and bright; some are dark and terrible music. Because it is built, the shape of the room is very different. It is also based on the store owner. I think, behind those tea bars, it is also a very narcissistic woman, so that there will be courage to completely show the things that I think in front of others, and think that others will like it. Many times, I feel that I am very satisfied as long as there is such a small place.
