The lame man at the dumpling shop

Touch Yan Qingsheng from head to toe: Yan Qingsheng snored a little, he thought it was so cute, and he also felt that his legs were so cute when he was sleeping, he even noticed the occasional toes that moved , grinned happily to himself.

Amused, he reacted.

Wait for it to go down, or...?

Cheng Shui can use alcohol to do bad things, but since that time, he has never mentioned it to Yan Qingsheng again, and he has never even let Yan Qingsheng encounter him when he is self-reliant.

Now Yan Qingsheng is asleep. Although he may wake up at any time, he really slept soundly, so that he took off his pants without any precautions, and let him stand beside the bed with such a cunning brother, looking at him. He is hard.

Not only that, but it's possible to do something even more egregious.

Cheng Shui picked up the quilt and covered Yan Qingsheng, only the ankles were exposed - he had an indescribable selfishness, then leaned against the post at the end of the bed, and released the little beast.

Cheng Shui knew that he was a bit perverted, most people were only excited about their breasts, buttocks and legs, but from the very beginning when he was interested in Yan Qingsheng, he had been thinking about Yan Qingsheng's abnormal right foot.

In all his dreams about Yan Qingsheng, this sick leg is an indispensable part.

And tonight, the dream came into reality, Cheng Shui skillfully wrapped his lower body with his fingers, and this dream-like one-man show finally began.

It was about the scene before going to bed. Cheng Shui had no dreams all night, and Yan Qingsheng lifted the quilt and got off the bed without disturbing him. After cleaning up, he was still asleep.Yan Qingsheng was a little worried that he had slept through the time, so he patted him before leaving: "It's almost five o'clock, you can watch the time yourself."

Cheng Shui just woke up.

The owner of the florist told him that he would go to get off work at six o'clock and finish at eight o'clock, and that he would have to take turns with another night watch during festivals.

One thousand and two, exactly two months' money for Yan Qingsheng.Thinking of this, Cheng Shui's eyes disappeared, and a carp straightened out of bed.

Yan Qingsheng looked at him with a smile in his eyes, "Then brother is leaving first, I wish you a smooth day."

"Aw!" Cheng Shui was brushing his teeth at the back of the house, foaming at the mouth, "Thank you brother!"

After Yan Qingsheng left, Cheng Shui went to wash up on his own, and looked at the time, it was two minutes away from five o'clock, and he only walked 3 or [-] minutes from here to the flower shop, so he still had plenty of time.

Cheng Shui was not in a hurry, this was the right time to make some calculations for him.

There is a rusty spike nailed to the concrete wall in front of the house, on which hangs an uncapped ballpoint pen and a notepad with a hole poked in the upper left corner.Cheng Shui flipped through the book, and the words on it were presumably written by Yan Qingsheng.

My brother wrote it, follow me.

He continued to look down shamelessly, most of them were abbreviations, which he didn't understand very well, and there was no need to ask, so he ignored it.

Cheng Shui tore a page from the book, and came to the table with a ballpoint pen hooked on his little finger, ready to manage his financial affairs.

Financial management, tsk, foreign style.

He picked up the pen and stared for a few seconds, and wrote two big characters on the top blank space like a primary school student writing his name: Licai.After I finished writing, I looked at it and thought it was wrong, but I couldn't remember what to add.

Finally, he folded it irritably and tore the slip.

Let's get straight to the point.

The construction site gave Cheng Shui 800 yuan, but he kept it in his inner pocket without moving a cent.

Cheng Shui wrote the first line on the paper: 800.

He distributed leaflets for six days, and the next two days were shorter. He only paid 65 a day, a total of [-]. He spent some food and shopping for necessities.

Cheng Shui dug out a pile of change from the other pocket, ranging from ten cents to fifty cents, coins and banknotes, which took up half of the table. It looked quite imposing, but actually it wasn't much when counted.

There are 410 yuan and [-] cents left.

Cheng Shui carefully wrote the number directly below 800.

He aligned the top and bottom neatly, and calculated the total at a glance, so he changed another line and wrote 1212.2.Cheng Shui thought, he had to use the money to add something to Yan Qingsheng.

Clothes are a must.It's getting colder and colder. I heard that there will be rain next week. It's cold and gloomy. My leg might hurt.Moreover, the back kitchen was hot and it was cold outside, and he walked slowly, so he was prone to frostbite.

Yan Qingsheng had already taken out his winter clothes and put them in the sun. Cheng Shui touched them one by one, but none of them were warm enough.

Cotton clothes, cotton trousers and cotton shoes, Cheng Shui forgot how to write shoes, and replaced them with feet, so the hat and gloves became heads and hands, anyway, he could understand it himself.

After this set, Cheng Shui estimated the number in his heart, and tried not to exceed five hundred, and the remaining money would be used for other purposes.

In the morning, Yan Qingsheng took the tea mug he drank from at home from the table, Cheng Shui thought, then add another cup, by the way, the key has been lost, and the lock of the house has to be changed.

Come back during lunch break to change it.

He wrote and drew, and seeing that it was almost done, he folded up the paper and put it away with the banknotes, broke off half a steamed bun, put it in his mouth and went out.

The wind in late autumn is as cold as someone scraping your face with ice. Cheng Shui rubbed his cheeks and worried for Yan Qingsheng: If it's winter, with strong winds and heavy snow, how will his brother's legs get over?

It would be nice if... you don't have to walk.

Cheng Shui took a deep breath of cold air, his mind cleared up, he could ride Yan Qingsheng to work by bike!

Before the weather completely cooled down, Cheng Shui made a decision in his heart, no matter what, he had to buy a car for Yan Qingsheng.

The owner of the flower shop is surnamed Huang, and when Cheng Shui arrived, Boss Huang hadn't come yet.

"He usually spends the afternoon," said the old employee of the flower shop who opened the door, a young man named Wu Xiaosi, with a baby face and a pair of round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked younger than Cheng Shui, but he was actually 26. "It's all work in the morning, not business."

He took the keys and walked to the back of the store, saying as he walked, "You came here the first day, Brother Huang asked me to take you—have you ever done this before?"

Cheng Shui followed behind him and replied truthfully: "I have bought goods, but I have never worked in the store seriously."

Wu Xiaosi said, "Are you looking at the goods?"

Cheng Shui said, "Follow the old boss."

Wu Xiaosi nodded, "Okay, then you have zero foundation. It's okay, the work is simple, the important thing is to be careful, flowers are delicate, and rough hands and feet can't do this job."

Cheng Shui responded: "Angkor, I will follow you."

Wu Xiaosi smiled: "Then there is no ink stain, let's move these flowers to the back together, hurry up and change the water before the sun comes out, the flowers will wilt quickly when the sun shines."

The flowers in the store have to change the water every day, cut the roots, and even wash the flower buckets with water. This is purely physical work.Cheng Shui and Wu Xiaosi were squatting by the pool, Wu Xiaosi stretched out his arms and showed Cheng Shui: "Here, at a 45-degree angle... In this way, the three fingers are about the same..."

It was really simple, Cheng Shui got started quickly, and before seven o'clock, the flowers were back on the wooden shelf.Relying on the absence of the boss and no business, Wu Xiaosi slumped on the boss's chair for a while without any psychological pressure, and seemed happier than him: "After two months of anticipation, Brother Huang can be regarded as recruiting a reliable one!"

Cheng Shui asked strangely, "Is there anyone else before me?"

"Yes! Just last week, I left after coming for a day, feeling tired, and there is another one who is willing to work hard, but his hands are too clumsy, and he can't teach it."

Cheng Shui smiled: "I just came here to cut a few knives, maybe I will be stupid later, Angkor should take care of it."

"Your hand is very good, I can tell." Wu Xiaosi looked at him with burning eyes, "Come on, I will share half of my work with you from now on."

It was almost noon, and the shop had to keep people, so Wu Xiaosi stretched out and asked, "Are you going first or me first?"

Cheng Shui asked him to go first, and stood at the door to find a lock from the owner of the nearby hardware store. He didn't know if there were any tools at home, so he bought two more screwdrivers.After paying the money, I turned around and went back to the store, took out the piece of paper, drew a bar behind 1212.2, and wrote 55.

When Wu Xiaosi came back in a while, he hurried home.

It was probably too late for lunch, so Cheng Shui gobbled up the one and a half steamed buns left in the pot with fermented bean curd, but his mouth was dry and he slurped down two bowls of warm water, and his breath finally settled down.

He used to have irregular working hours and it was inconvenient to cook at home, but now that he has settled down, Cheng Shui plans to find time to buy a la carte and noodles so that he can save some money.

After changing the lock, he stood up and walked to the entrance of the alley, just bumping into the man who opened the window last night. The man obviously recognized him, his eyes dodged, as if he wanted to say hello.

Cheng Shui walked past him with a cold face and walked away.

Sure enough, as Wu Xiaosi said, Boss Huang came over in the afternoon.As soon as he came, he handed Cheng Shui a booklet, and asked him to look through it more if he had nothing to do, and it would be best to write it down.Cheng Shui flipped through two pages, and he always forgot the words when he picked up his pen, but there was no major problem in reading. It contained some knowledge about common flower species, but it was all written in words. If Cheng Shui hadn't followed the boss to recognize many flowers before, I'm afraid that even if you recite the whole book, it won't be of much use.

Boss Huang sat in the shop for a while and then left. When Lu Dongtou heard that he was going to open a teahouse, he had to go and say hello, and it would be best if he could come back with a business.

The remaining two are busy packing single flowers for the Double Eleven event.

"Angkor," the two of them are not idle, but they always have to chat. Cheng Shui has not been here for a long time, and he doesn't have time to go shopping carefully. He just inquired about something from Wu Xiaosi. Not familiar, can you tell me where?"

Wu Xiaosi opened his mouth and came: "In the evening, you can choose whatever you want from the night market next door."

Cheng Shui said thanks.

He and Wu Xiaosi arrived at 05:30, and Boss Huang came in from the outside with a smile on his face, "It's done! But don't worry, he won't open until next month."