At this time, Yang Jin was completely interested by the glass ball in front of him. He immediately left the house and searched in the mound of soil at the door to find insects that could be tested.

Maybe because winter has just passed, there is something Xiao Han on the ground. Yang Jin searched for a long time but did not find any insects.

"Hey, Brother Yang Jin!" At this time, a somewhat crisp voice sounded behind him.

Yang Jin turned his head and saw a girl standing behind him who looked over twenty, with a big braid, wearing a floral cotton jacket, and two red plateaus on her face, looking a little "strong".

It’s not that she is fat, but she is still in the cold and bleak stage of spring and cold, and she wears a lot of clothes. At first glance, she feels like “simple”.

"Who are you……?"

Yang Jin touched the back of his head and did not recognize him for a moment.

It’s not his fault. He has been out for more than ten years. According to the age of the girl in front of him, when he saw her, he was still a eleven or twelve-year-old girl.

"I'm Xiaohong!"

The girl enthusiastically introduced her identity: "I heard from my mother that you are back and you asked you to go to my house for dinner but you didn't. She said you were shy, so she asked me to send you some food."

When Yang Jin heard this, he suddenly realized.

Xiaohong is the fourth daughter of Aunt Zhang’s family he had just met.

Aunt Zhang's family gave birth to four children, all of whom were daughters. Speaking of which, they were not a few years apart from him. When they were young, they often played together.

After hearing what Xiaohong said, Yang Jin felt a warm feeling in his heart. The small village is like this, with only a few families within a radius of several miles, and the human relationship seems very friendly. It is not like a big city. Although there are many people living in a building, sometimes, I even lived for a lifetime, and I didn’t even say a few words to my neighbor next door.

Xiaohong was talking and handed over a basket, which contained several lunch boxes.

It was hard to refuse the kindness. Although Yang Jin had just eaten a pack of instant noodles, there was not enough of one pack and two packs of them, so he was no longer polite. He picked up the basket and greeted Xiaohong: "Xiaohong, come in and sit down."

Xiaohong followed Yang Jin, entered the room, looked around, and asked worriedly: "Brother Yang Jin, can you still live in this room?"

"It should...it's OK."

Speaking of which, it is definitely no problem to shelter from the wind. As for sheltering from the rain..., it is probably a bit difficult. There are several large holes above the head that can see the sky light.

"I'll ask my dad to help you repair it later." Xiaohong said generously.

Yang Jin originally planned to refuse, but then he thought that if no one helped, he would have to go to the county town to find someone, which would be a little trouble.

So he agreed.

The two chatted for a while and talked about some interesting childhood stories. When they recalled it, they both laughed.

Xiaohong joked and asked him if he was a programmer in the provincial capital. It is said that programmers are the same as him and are bald at a young age.

Yang Jin could only smile bitterly.

He didn't tell his relatives about cancer, so no one came back to the village, so Xiaohong was not aware of it.

The dishes brought by Xiaohong are all grown by the countryside, including fried bacon with green peppers, steamed sausages, and fried lentils, which are very good for rice.

Yang Jin hadn't had a good meal for a long time. At this time, he was feasting and sweating all over.

After Yang Jin finished his meal, Xiaohong brought the basket back and soon called her dad, a man in his fifties and sixties, honest and honest, with calluses on his palms.

It was Xiaohong's father, and Yang Jin called out to Uncle Zhang.

Mr. Zhang is a typical rural man. He talks very little and only knows how to smile foolishly, but he does things very well.

In the afternoon, he helped Yang Jin repair several leaks on the roof.

Let Yang Jin thank him in all kinds of ways.

He said he wanted to get some money, but he looked vulgar. Yang Jin thought about it and went to the convenience store in the village, bought a cigarette, and forced it to Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang forced Yang Jin to his house for dinner.

He was left to drink two more drinks.

Of course, I can’t drink alcohol due to liver disease, but Zhang Bosheng was unable to refuse, so he helped him repair the roof. Yang Jin had no choice but to barely drink a small cup.

Anyway, it will be the first time I die in the past two or three months, and it will be like this little cup.

When I said goodbye to Zhang and his family, it was already 7 o'clock in the evening when I got home.

At this time, the sky outside was already very dim, and it became completely dark after a while.

Turning on the light and looking at the table in front of him, Yang Jin then remembered to study the glass ball.

When I leaned over and saw that the glass ball in front of me had changed again!

Originally, the glass ball was like a two-story building, with smoke from cooking on the roof, but at this time, the smoke from cooking had dissipated, and the windows around the building were also opened, revealing the scene inside.

Next to the window is a table, and on both sides of the table are four "little people" like tutus.

Lifelike, exactly the same as a real human - except for the skin color, these four villains, with blonde hair and blue eyes, are obviously the appearance of foreigners.

There are four villains, two men and two women, two big and two small, and it seems that they are a family of four.

Yang Jin observed carefully, looked from multiple angles, and confirmed that the family of four should be having a meal.

In front of them, there were dining plates with bread, barbecue and other foods, which were standard Western dining habits.

Yang Jin remembered the smoke from cooking just now. Could it be that the smoke appeared when barbecue?

If that is true, wouldn’t it mean that the room inside this glass ball will change differently according to the time?

Although he had cancer, he was not dazzled. He could tell what he had seen before that the windows of the house were indeed not opened, and the smoke in the cooking stove did exist before.

Is it the glass ball set like this, or is it true that there is a "mini family" living in this glass ball?

If there was a mini-man living in the glass ball in his hand, then no matter how you think about it, you would feel incredible.

Isn’t this a fairy tale?

Yang Jin thought about it and decided to observe again.

It was already dark outside. He closed the house and found a fire-griller from the pile of items he bought from the county town. He turned it on, and picked up his mobile phone while roasting the fire, and searched the Internet for whether there was such a similar "snow glass ball" for sale.

After searching for a while, there was no relevant information on the Internet, and the snowflake glass ball in front of Yang Jin did not change at all.

The family of four seemed to be eating all the time.

After looking at it for a while, the alcohol was a little overwhelmed. Yang Jin couldn't help but lie on the table and sniffed for a while.
Chapter completed!