Escape from the Sly Door [Unlimited Stream]

The town is really lively. Shen Mo has been to the market before, but there is still a big difference from this kind of market. The clothes of the people in the market here are very different from their age. The men in the market I bought some daily necessities on the Internet, and Shen Mo stood on the bookstore and saw this year's calendar.

The man stretched out his hand and pulled him over, and pulled him to the door of a shop selling clothes. Silence found that people here, whether girls or old people, gathered at the vendors in the market outside, except for a few with pomade on their heads. Middle-aged people seldom go into clothing stores, Shen Shen looked at the clothes on the coffin's face and pulled his arm.

"Coffin face, don't, I don't need to..."

Protesting that the other party will not listen, and brute force is no match for the other party, so he was directly pressed against the dressing mirror and took off his coat.

This is 1970, and the clothes are basically loose-fitting. The best clothes are green military uniforms, gray tunic suits, and blue liberation suits. It looks like a "blue ocean" at a glance during the holidays and New Years, just like today's coffin face. She was wearing a thin gray gown, this style and color would be a piece of expensive fabric on someone else's body, but it was held up by this figure, which gave off an indescribable charm.

Just like him, his original clothes are exaggerated in this era, so he still wears coffin-faced clothes when he comes out in the morning, and the overlong coat is rolled up several times around his body, isn't it just wearing a rag on his body?

The young man tried on a blue liberation suit, with a white shirt buttoned up to the neck, dignified like a reserved young man, the boss walked around the young man a few times and his eyes lit up. Haven't said anything yet.

"wrap up."

The man took out a five-yuan note and a few zeros and dragged Shen Mo away. At this time, Mo Mo didn't understand what the price standard was in this era. After the man took five cents to buy fried dough sticks for him, he bought them again. Hawthorn, after buying marshmallows, Shen Mo realized how much she had spent on this body, and held the man's hand awkwardly.

Seeing the man carrying the big and small bags in the other hand, he couldn't help but said, "Coffin face, let me help you take it together."

The man thought the young man was going to say something, but after waiting for such a sentence, he pointed to the stall in front of him.

"where are we going."

There was a booth in front, with canvas hanging, and several tables, where a few people were sitting scattered, looking at the sun in silence, it didn't seem like it was time for lunch.

The man ordered a bowl of dumplings, Shen Shen was still biting the marshmallow in his hand, he naturally thought that the coffin face was hungry, but when the bowl was served, the man handed the chopsticks in front of him.

He was stunned for a moment, and quickly pushed back.

"No no, you can eat."

"I'm not hungry."

The man's tone was very casual, it should even be said to be calm, and he couldn't guess whether it was true in silence.

He has been with Coffin Face for so long and has never seen Coffin Face spend money. He has always thought that Coffin Face doesn't know how to use money. It seems that it is really possible given how out of touch that guy is with society, but Coffin Face The devotion to him is no longer something that can be rewarded with money. Now that he is wearing a coffin face in the strange world, he has an illusion of being protected.

Seeing that the young man didn't move his chopsticks, the man added a sentence.

"I'm not a picky eater."

Oh, Mo Mo understands, it means he is a picky eater~~

I picked up the chopsticks and picked up the dumplings. At this time, the pork is full of meat. The pigs raised by myself are fresh and plump, accompanied by green shallots. Just one bite is full of juice, and I ate two in silence. Still couldn't help asking: "Would you like some coffin face?"

Seeing the young man's habitual cautiousness, the man stretched out his hand, and the man's broad palm was reflected in the young man's brown eyes...but he passed by his side, picked up the half-bitten marshmallow, and directly touched the young man's hand. Bite down where you have bitten.

The market was bustling in the early morning, and there were no people at the back, because everyone was very busy, and they had to go back to work at home after shopping. Silence saw the two girls from before greeted and ran over.

"Hoohoo," the braided girl called Xiao Cui, panting as soon as she came to the front, she handed over the red paper in her hand, "Brother Big Tiger, Big Brother Big Tiger, I'll give you a hairpin when it's Qiqiao Festival."

Shen Mo doesn't know what hairpins are, but he knows what Qiqiao Festival is. The man took the things, took the young man's hand and said directly: "Let's go."

The Qiqiao Festival is not a big or small festival here, because just after the first wave of early rice matures, everyone has a harvest, and before the next wave of busyness, young people are full of smiles. Prepare for the Tangqiao Festival.

The autumn sunshine shines on the fresh faces, but it is filled with the breath of spring.

Shen Mo worked for a while every day, then squatted on the small slope to bask in the sun, watching young girls gather together to discuss which rouge is the best, who secretly prepared new clothes, and whose man was the strongest and the tallest Alright... At this moment, I can feel a lot of hot eyes on this side.

In the past, the silent face was very popular outside, but that was not the era when everyone liked white and clean meat in the 20s. At this time, whoever does the most work and who works the fastest is the most popular, and this person is undoubtedly It is the coffin face that is sweating profusely in the field right now.

Silence watched the man faint into a golden muscle in the dusk in a daze...

"Yaoshou, you bastard is being lazy here again..." The old woman rushed over when she saw Shen Mo who had nothing to do while holding the pig feeding tube. Hou hurriedly slapped his butt and jumped up from the hillside.

"Auntie, auntie, I'll help you feed the chickens, I'll help you feed the chickens." Mo Mo called and turned into a small whirlwind and ran towards the village.

"Hey, what are you looking at? Which girl is pretty?" Da Zhu in the village elbowed the man beside him with a hoe in his palm.

The man looked at the young man with dark eyes in the distance, jumped twice and was almost knocked off the threshold of the house, and almost shouted, and then the small body just swayed and rushed in, and relieved the strength of his shoulders.

At this moment, Dazhu saw it, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's your Xiaomo again, what are you thinking, those flower girls are almost cramping their eyes when they see you, you are good, they only have you in their eyes The young master at home... Let me tell you, the age is different now, if you pick up this person, if you have the conditions at home, or leave it outside, you will starve to death wherever you are..."

The man closed his eyes and remained silent.

"But it's true. You are the only one in your family, and you don't have any brothers or sisters. You are really lonely. I dare you to buy such a little son and come back to raise him as a younger brother, right?"

No...not brother...

The man lost his mood and continued to work. Once he put away the tools and put on the basket, he put it on his back and went back.

Silence is really not a young master, he just doesn’t know how to do farm work, and now he knows how to do it after a week or so. He can’t do anything except strenuous things, and he can’t even pick out this harsh old woman. prickly.

The reason why the old lady was still angry was...

It's like now that he fed the chickens and picked vegetables, and when he was about to sweep the floor, he saw the man come back.When the man sees him working, he will come over and take away the things in his hand, the broom... He takes it over and sweeps without saying a word.

"Ouch, what is your job here, this, this, this..." The old woman felt distressed and angry when she saw the man doing this job and then saw the young master standing by with empty hands.

Can't make it through, "Come and let go, mother come mother come."

Finally it was the old woman's turn.

Shen Mo didn't want to argue with such an old man, lest the other party watch him poke his eyes and sneak into the kitchen.

The man also came in after him, the flour was silently kneaded, and he was waiting to make glutinous rice balls. After washing his hands, he kneaded two balls in the dustpan, and a shadow stood beside him, kneading them too...

The man watched as the young man pinched a few, and when they were ripe, he secretly stuffed a few into his mouth, with a tiny smile on his lips.

At night, the man put the young man's hands and feet into his own hands and knees as usual, and asked silently, "What are you doing for the Qiqiao Festival? Am I going?" He has been here for so many days, what? Nothing happened, and it almost gave him a feeling of living here.

A man's voice came from above: "Do you want to go?"

Aha, what do you want to go?

"You want to go and I will take you with me."

After speaking, the man blew out the candle by the bedside.

Silence stopped talking.

In the darkness, the man sensed that the young man was still awake, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

After a moment of silence, he called out a name: "Charlene Cyrel?"

The contacted limbs visibly stiffened for a moment, maybe a second or maybe two seconds.

…………

Qiqiao Festival is coming soon.In the expectation of the elders and younger generations in the village.

At this time, as long as the young people are single, they will have a big red flower made of cloth on their chests. The old lady made it for the man very early, and put it on for the man in the afternoon. Today's farm work ended very early. Every household brought wine with wine, and vegetables with vegetables. Some even slaughtered old hens that had been raised at home for a long time, and carried them one by one to the open space at the entrance of the ancestral hall, setting up firewood, singing and dancing.

The dance was prepared in advance by the girls in the village. Silence watched the red smiling faces in bright skirts in the bonfire, like butterflies, and couldn't help laughing. The older generation People gather together to eat melon seeds and chat, watching the girls and boys present discuss who is better behind their backs, and of course some people show off how good their daughters are. It has nothing to do with him.

But silence heard.

"Your youngest son is not married yet, I think the older one is not too young, maybe he is 23, he should get married and have a baby at this age..."

Dug's mother leaned back and laughed when she heard the woman in green clothes say that.

"Yeah, yeah, I think so too."