After waking up from a nap, Liu Wangxue went to the kitchen to cut some watermelons. The mother and daughter took three of them and sat under the grape trellis to eat them together.
Liu Wangxue broke off a small piece for each of the three, took one for herself and took a bite: "I kind of miss the watermelons my grandma used to chill with well water."
It’s like this in the summer. The watermelon is a little hot at room temperature, but if you put it in the refrigerator, it’s a little too cold when you take it out. It’s just right to use well water to chill it.
There is a pressurized well in the yard of my grandma's house. The water in the well is warm in winter and cool in summer. It is another very vivid memory of Liu Liuwangxue about her grandma's house.
When I was a child, there was no running water in the village, and when we needed water we had to temporarily pump it out from a well.
Liu Wangxue's favorite time was when she went to her grandmother's house during the summer vacation. Every time she came back from playing outside, she was always hot. She would go to the well to get a basin of cold water, dip a towel in it, take it out and wipe her face and neck, wipe her arms, and then flush the water on her feet. She felt that all the heat in her body was gone.
Grandma also chilled the watermelon with well water, and sat under the shade of a tree at the door, feeling the faint breeze. She took a bite of the red flesh, and the sweet and cool juice flowed down her throat. Even the chirping of cicadas no longer seemed noisy.
Later, for the convenience of life, the self-built houses in the village were also installed with tap water pipes and water towers. The well water was pumped up with an electric pump and stored in the water tower.
When I went to my grandma's house during the winter vacation, it was the middle of winter. If I got up early in the morning and happened to catch the water pump, the water coming out of the tap would be warm and could be used directly to brush my teeth and wash my face.
Later, as tap water was introduced into every household, almost all the wells in the village were sealed.
"There are no wells in the village anymore. They have become a memory of the past," said Gu Xuelan. "Life is indeed more convenient now, but emotionally, I always feel that it cannot be compared with the past."
"Hey, Mom," Liu Wangxue suddenly thought of this question and asked Gu Xuelan, "If God gave you a chance to be reborn, and if you could choose the time of your rebirth, which year would you choose to go back to?"
"Hmm?" Gu Xuelan had never thought about this question before. "Rebirth? That only happens in myths, right?"
"No, there are many people writing about this in online novels now." Liu Wangxue said, "For example, someone has a lot of regrets in his life, or has unfinished obsessions before he dies, and suddenly God gives him a chance to be reborn, so he can go back to the past and fulfill his regrets and obsessions."
Gu Xuelan followed her words and made this assumption. After a little thought, she smiled and said, "I think I should refuse God and ask him to give this opportunity to someone who needs it more."
"Why? Don't you have any regrets in your life?"
Gu Xuelan said: "A person's life is full of regrets. If you are reborn to get rid of one regret, you will be left with another regret. If you want to pursue perfection, you may have to do it again, and the cycle will be endless! Think about it, the longer you live, the longer you have to compete with yourself. How tiring it is. It is better to leave when it is time to go, reincarnate early, drink a bowl of Mengpo soup, forget the past, and live the next life as you want."
Liu Wangxue thought to herself that her mother was indeed her mother: "Wow, with your level of enlightenment, you'd be considered a high monk in the world of enlightenment."
Gu Xuelan picked up the watermelon rind and said, "After living to this age, who doesn't have some insights into life?"
After she said that, she walked out of the yard and threw the watermelon rind into the vegetable garden.
After eating the watermelon, the mother and daughter continued to sit here, one embroidering cross-stitch, the other reading a book and playing with the three little cuties.
I don't plan to do the embossing glue I prepared last time either, and I haven't started yet - the weather is too hot and the glue will easily explode.
Well, actually, she only has a passing interest in these things, as if the pleasure of buying and owning them far outweighs the pleasure of actually operating them.
She felt that she was more suited to typing on a computer keyboard and enjoyed the process of typing out stories and scripts word by word.
For her, the sense of accomplishment brought by making the characters she draws move is far greater than making a handicraft.
As Gugu was playing, he remembered his pomegranates. He flew over to take a look at the largest one, then flew around the pomegranate tree. Just like before, he started from the bottom and counted upwards by stepping on each one.
"Mom, look, it's started again." As the little parrot flew over, Liu Wangxue followed its gaze.
Gu Xuelan put down her needlework, raised her head, and looked towards the pomegranate tree with interest: "It's time to test our Gu Gua's IQ."
"I don't think it can find it. There are so many pomegranates, and you didn't pick a large number of them." Liu Wangxue put down the book, picked up his mobile phone and started taking pictures.
Since uploading Gua Gua's video, a small group of bird keepers have gathered under her account.
On the day when Gua Gua just learned to say "I love you", she also filmed it, the one where she "confessed" to the cat and dog, but got angry when she didn't get a response. After the clip was uploaded, it actually became a little popular, and was even copied to other websites by some people.
She also filmed the entire teaching process of "Have you eaten?" and released it as the second batch, which was even more popular than "I love you."
One netizen commented: "Pengpeng is the big brother, steady yet childish, Xiaoci is pure tsundere and clingy, and Guaguao is a joke~"
Liu Wangxue replied: "Don't let the birds hear this, or they will be so angry that they will fall backwards again."
Liu Wangxue also filmed a video of counting pomegranates, but has not posted it yet. She plans to edit the two videos together and title it "Do Parrots Know How to Count?"
Liu Wangxue didn’t know whether other parrots could count, but the one in her home had proved through its actions that it could not count.
After counting the pomegranates, Guagu stood on the top of the tree and sang a song for a while. Then he flew back, landed on the succulent flower stand, and combed his feathers.
Gu Xuelan picked up the needle and thread again: "It's expected, but I'm a little disappointed. What's going on?"
Liu Wangxue finished filming, put her phone on the coffee table, picked up Xiaoci and rubbed its round face: "Mom, your disappointment is because you didn't get to see the fun. Given its nature as a bird that is so protective of its food, it will definitely get angry if it finds that there are fewer pomegranates."
Gu Xuelan thought that maybe she hadn't picked enough, so she suggested: "Why don't you buy him a fake pomegranate tree and let him watch over it. In a few days, these fruits will be ripe. Why don't you let him pick them?"
"What does it matter? You are a teacher. You can talk to it and educate it before picking it." Liu Wangxue suggested going back.
"I didn't raise him, so I can't communicate with him." Gu Xuelan kept her hands on him, "Whoever raises him should educate him."
Liu Wangxue also followed suit and evaded the question: "Never mind, this bird was originally left for my dad, let him deal with it when the time comes."
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