白家房子外有个几米见方的小庭院,厨房在庭院里,庭院的小门对着街口。正是吃饭时候,阵阵饭香从各家窗口漫到街道上。放学回来的白草被这香味勾得肚子愈发空荡,可眼看就要进门,她却突然刹住了脚步。门正开了半扇,有老婆子尖利的声音从里面传出。白草下意识地停住脚步,靠在家门口的墙壁边。她手指抠着门框,怔怔地瞅着眼前木门上的缝隙,想,他们怎么来得这么快,不是说还有几天吗?门里那声音尖利的主人白草并不陌生,就连见不着面的 White House, a few meters outside the square of a small courtyard, the kitchen in the courtyard, the yard courtyard facing the street. It is time to eat, bursts of rice incense from the window diffuse to the streets. White grass came back from school was hooked on the fragrance of this fragrance more empty, you can see the door, she suddenly stopped. The door is opening half a fan, the sharp voice of the old woman came from inside. White grass subconsciously stopped, by the wall at the door. Her fingers digging the door frame, stared at the gap in front of the wooden door, think, how come they so fast, not to say there are a few days? Door that sharp white grass owner is no stranger to, and even see the face of