Please sign for your missing male ticket [Liao Zhai]

05

Maybe it's the rainy season, since Brother Tang and I met in this life, it has been raining non-stop.The clothes hanging in the room had a musty smell, sticking to the body as if they had never been dried.It is clearly a city in the north, but it seems to have moved thousands of kilometers to the smoky and rainy south.

Since Mrs. Li heard the movement that day, she went out of the house and saw me and brother Tang who were inseparable, and she turned the corner that day and let me live with brother Tang to sister Wan's house.Sister Wan looked at me who was following Brother Tang like a little tail, and didn't ask me who this unexpected guest was. Instead, she hurriedly let me into the house and found a set of dry clothes for me and Brother Tang. , and packed out the things that Brother Tang and I needed to bring when we went to Qianshun’s house in the neighboring village.

The village where Qian Shun's family lives is said to be a village, but it is about the same size as a small county town.Qian Shun's family owns dozens of acres of land and a shop in the village, and is one of the richest households in the village.

As for the rich family, Qian Shun's family is currently recruiting someone to be a female celebrity.

The person in charge of recruiting is a thin woman in her forties, Xu Hui.The weather is stuffy, Xu Hui is like the flowers and plants that have been wilted by the harsh weather. She leans on the chair and looks weak, and she doesn't care when recruiting people. She only looks at the embroidered silk handkerchief I brought. , just nodded and recruited me.

After hastily explaining the rules of the Qian family, Xu Hui glanced at Brother Tang casually, and asked, "Who is this?" Before Brother Tang and I could answer, Xu Hui asked again, "Learn to read?" ?"

06

The person who accompanied the applicants was finally hired for a position, and a rather easy job.Xu Hui asked Brother Tang to help the accountant keep an account on weekdays, and he didn't even need to do errands to collect accounts.

Qian Shun's family was in charge of food and housing, brother Tang was arranged by Xu Hui in the outer courtyard, and I lived in a side room in the inner courtyard with several other female workers recruited by the Qian family.

There are two people sitting cross-legged on the bunk in the ear room, sitting on one side of the bunk, each doing their own things.There was another person who probably sat at the table because the bunk was not too open.None of the three looked very old, only the person sitting at the table was older, about 27 or [-] years old.

Before I entered the room, the three chattered a few words about homework. As soon as I entered the room, the three chatting about homework turned their attention to me.The three of them should have known that the Qian family was still looking for people, and they were not surprised to see me enter the house. My household registration gave me some work to do.

Of the two people sitting on the bunk, the one with the round face and almond eyes is called Xia Ming, the thinner one is called Liu Rui, and the one sitting at the table is called Chen Qin.

The things that the Qian family hired people to make, summed up, were wedding supplies for Qian Zhaodi.

The red hi was piled up on the bed, just looking at it made people feel unreasonably stuffy.Doing this kind of work in the hot and humid days made Xia Ming and the others very uncomfortable. The fine sweat was dotted one by one, and accumulated into beads of sweat that slid down the cheeks and soaked on the quilt Drenched into a small piece of water stains.

"I don't know when the rain will come down." The quilt that Xia Ming was working on was almost done, and only the last quilt was left.Inserting the needle into the quilt, Xia Mingkong opened the window with his hand, wanting to see the sky outside.

The gloomy sky could not tell whether it was going to rain or it was going to be sunny. Xia Ming looked at it for a while but couldn't tell what happened. On the contrary, there were more beads of sweat on his face steamed by the heat pouring in from the window.With a soft click, Xia Ming closed the window, handed the stitched needle neatly to Liu Rui, and asked Liu Rui to help her with the quilt.

Liu Rui held a corner of the quilt and the needle that Xia Ming had sewed, and Xia Ming himself stood up from the bunk, holding the other corner in one hand, and backed away holding a thread wheel in the other.She cut off the red thread only after the released thread grew out of the quilt.

"It's delicate!" Xia Ming took the needle and sat back to the original position with a spit, raised his head and twisted his sore neck before starting to quilt.

Come back to piss, Xia Ming has a lot of hands when he does the work, the length of the stitches is similar, they are all about an inch.

"Who doesn't pay attention when they get married?" Chen Qin answered Xia Ming's words, lowered her head and bit off the colored thread, smashed her mouth again, and spat out the yarn in her mouth. "Not all of them carefully stretched the thread, and a thread was threaded to the end, as a good meaning for a long-lasting marriage."

Glancing at Xia Mingxing's quilt, Chen Qin gave some more instructions. "You've got your needle and thread done, so save it and let you pull out the thread to do it again like last time."

"What's the use of being careful with the needles and threads?" Liu Rui helped Xia Ming fold the quilt, and said with a sneer: "There is something on the quilt that reminds people not to push their feet too hard, and life can really be lived like this ?”

The three of them exchanged a knowing look, and when they wanted to say something more, they suddenly fell silent.

Qian Zhaodi, who was told openly and secretly that she would bully her husband because of her family background, was stuck in the room before she could speak, and suddenly pushed the door open from outside.The door hit the wall and creaked back and forth.Qian Zhaodi stood outside the door and didn't speak, just swept around the room with a straight face.

When I saw Qian Zhaodi for the first time, Qian Zhaodi had already passed away.There was no expression on the stiff face, only one could tell that she was a barely delicate girl.Looking at it now, Qian Zhaodi can't afford even this beauty.

Qian Zhaodi was young, and there were several vertical lines between her eyebrows, and the vertical lines were stuck between her eyebrows, which made Qian Zhaodi look stern even when she was expressionless.It is said that daughters follow their fathers. The similarities between Qian Zhaodi and Qian Shun lie in the drooping corners of the mouth and thin body. The coldness between the two seems to be carved out of the same mold.

The light pink skirt was worn on Qian Zhaodi's body, no matter how you looked at it, it looked awkward and out of place with Qian Zhaodi, and felt like she was wearing someone else's clothes by mistake.

A thunder blasted from behind Qian Zhaodi, and the flickering lightning seemed to split the day and night.

Before the rain fell, Qian Zhaodi took another look at the people in the house, said nothing, and left with the door open.The three of Xia Ming looked at the open door, none of them dared to close the door, and there seemed to be Qian Zhaodi standing outside the open door to oversee the work. It's a lot faster.

I was busy until the rain stopped for half a day, and I was finally able to let go of the needlework in my hand.

The bed that Xia Ming and the others vacated for me was by the window, Xia Ming and the three of them would fall asleep to Duke Zhou as soon as they touched the pillows, each of them snored one after another from their nostrils, pulling a thin blanket over their ears, After a while, she was covered with sweat again.Fortunately, after listening to the snoring sound for a long time, I got used to it, and just fell asleep in a daze, when someone knocked on the window a few times.

Xia Ming and the others' snores were silent for a moment because of the sudden sounds, and then they started again.

You don't even need to open your eyes, just listen to the rhythm and strength of the sound of knocking on the window. It is self-evident who is outside the window.

The window was pried open from the outside, and the old man's son, who was proficient in sliding doors and locks, stood outside the window, leaned forward, and pried open other things.Fragmented hair brushed face, lips and teeth licked each other.A small whisper escaped from her lips, "My back is sore."

...Okay, what kind of shape do you have?

The door opened and closed, and it was sunny and rainy in the middle of the night.

Not long after slipping out of the house, it started to drizzle again.The rain fell on the face of Xia Ming who squeezed into my seat to sleep along the window, Xia Ming scratched his face, turned over and buried his head in the pillow.

The window was opened and closed silently, blocking the sound of Xia Ming and the three of them.The rain gradually became denser and surrounded Brother Tang and me, as if a small side had been carved out of this world, and the shelter under the eaves was a world that belonged exclusively to the two of us.

The voiceless voice that Huang Jiulang had heard in his lifetime seemed to drift away through several lifetimes of reincarnation, drifting in the rain, sometimes far and sometimes near, but when he listened carefully, he couldn't even hear anything.There may be a lot of things to say, or there may be very few, and maybe just looking at each other once is better than talking.

Brother Tang's low-pitched humming swayed in the sound of the rain, and when he lowered his eyes, the reed flowers all over the sky seemed to fall across time and space before his eyes.

"At the end of Huang Jiulang's life, I carried you into the stream, Tiaoxi."

The humming stopped, the hands that were held in one place were released, and the shoulders that were covered with a little rain became warm, and they were dyed with each other's temperature.

"We don't meet each other in life, it's like participating in business." The farewell poem was recited from brother Tang's mouth as a love poem. The longing and little scheming at that time have become precious memories now. "Shen Xing, He Shishen." The heart hidden in the poem was confessed, and I didn't need Brother Tang to continue to explain, I followed his words.

"When I look at San Xing, I think of you, I know."

"Looking at the picked locks, I also think of me." It was half a memory and half a joke. Brother Tang told me how he learned how to pick locks when he was in Fu Lian's first life.All kinds of things in the past were covered with a layer of filters, but now it seems that there is only a pity left.

Obviously never separated, but missed so much time with each other.

Fortunately, in the future, it won't happen.

The old things that were pressed in my heart were all told one by one. The time is warm and the mood is just right. After talking about everything, brother Tang and I just want to find a place to hold a praise and be praised meeting. The premise is that no one disturbs the situation.

In Xu Hui's room, which had been quiet for a long time, the door opened suddenly.As soon as brother Tang and I ran to a corner to hide, the door of Xu Hui's house was pushed open.An embroidered shoe stepped out of the house, a coarse cloth skirt, a round collar...

round face.

I seem to have seen this face before.

In the life of "Farmer", I saw it in the murals hanging on the wall of the fox fairy.The face of this woman appeared in the painting of those who had taken my life.