The lame man at the dumpling shop

The sauerkraut jar at the door, with the previous experience, the man completely lost the intention to say hello.

Cheng Shui patted him from behind: "Did you see my brother?"

There is nothing to hide in Liudaoxiang. When the weather is not cold, they go out of the alley every day. The men almost start to wash up. They often sit in the living room and watch them intentionally or unconsciously through the screen door.

With his back turned to Cheng Shui, the man became more courageous: "What else can your brother do if he doesn't go to work?"

After Cheng Shui heard this sentence, he felt more at ease, opened the door with the key, put things on the table openly, walked around, the down jacket was hanging on the rope, the shoes were worn away, and the cup was gone.

It didn't look too bad, at least Yan Qingsheng didn't object to the things he gave.Cheng Shui found the sauce jar with ease, and after eating his steamed buns, he took down the notebook and pen at the door, turned to the end and wrote a few words, put it next to the dishes, and went to work again.

The day after tomorrow is Double Eleven, Wu Xiaosi has to be on duty at night, and is worried about being bored alone, Cheng Shui talks to Boss Huang, and he will learn something with Wu Xiaosi.

Boss Huang nodded, and Cheng Shui heaved a sigh of relief. This way, he wouldn't have to sleep in the toilet for at least three days.

Yan Qingsheng was out of his mind all day long, guessing anxiously, it's so cold, Cheng Shui will come back tonight, right?After a while, he thought again, if Cheng Shui didn't save money for his wife, he would have enough money to find a place to live.

Today's dumplings are really not very good, and they can be broken in a pot of water. As expected, Yan Qingsheng got scolded by the proprietress, and he didn't bother to listen. He admitted his mistake quickly and sincerely, and the next pot was fine. Not much.

On this day, Yan Qingsheng was deducted 10 yuan.

Yan Qingsheng carried a new bag and filled a new water glass. When he heard the news, he nodded and went home without any disturbance.

Ten yuan was a lot of money for Yan Qingsheng, he didn't feel distressed, he just wanted to go back early to see if there was anyone at home.

Naturally, there is no one at home.

Although Yan Qingsheng saw that the window was dark and guessed about half of it, he couldn't help but feel his heart sinking - Cheng Shui was determined to live outside.

The word separation appeared in his mind so naturally that he didn't even feel that there was anything wrong with it.

Cheng Shui was about to separate from him.

The next second, he saw something on the table, his heart froze in shock, a nerve was tied up, and he was hanging up and down.

Cheng Shui has been here.

Yan Qingsheng laughed suddenly, and couldn't stop laughing, something sweet leaked out little by little.He was the only one in the room, and he was still embarrassed, pursing his lips like a blooming flower.

Turned on the light only to find that there is still a small book next to it.

He turned the pages with a rattling sound, turned the front a little bit, and started from the back again, turning sideways and seeing what Cheng Shui wrote.

This was the first time he saw Cheng Shui's words.

"Brother, I ate half of it at noon, and it was cold at night, so I ate it warm."

I didn't write any nonsense, mainly because Cheng Shui's level is not enough, if I write something I want to say, I'm afraid I will encounter words that I can't remember.

Yan Qingsheng was immersed in the sweetness and joy of his younger brother still thinking about him, perhaps mixed with some other unclear reasons.He didn't know the reason, he just thought it was Cheng Shui's awkwardness and didn't want to reveal his situation, but Yan Qingsheng couldn't help it if he didn't say it.

This notepad was the only way he could possibly get in touch with Cheng Shui.

Yan Qingsheng had a lot of questions from yesterday to now, but when he was about to start writing, he started to look forward and backward, he was always afraid to mention last night directly, Cheng Shui ran further, after thinking about it, he just asked him: "Is it cold at night? "

After finishing writing, he hung the notebook back on the nail. According to Cheng Shui's words, it was rare for him to be willing to burn more coal balls, and he went to heat up the dishes with both joy and sorrow.

On the evening of the second day, he received Cheng Shui's second order and a call back.

"Some live."

It's just a place to sleep, whether it's cold or not.Yan Qingsheng's reading comprehension has been raised to an unprecedented level, and he can see Cheng Shui's curled up appearance from the three words, and his heart is wrenched, wishing to pass the quilt through the notepad.

This kind of childish game of passing notes, the two of them actually came and went for half a month.

Cheng Shui has never written much about himself, maybe because he didn't want to write, or maybe he felt that there was nothing to write about, Yan Qingsheng gradually developed a tacit understanding with him, and they didn't ask each other questions that were actually related to their living conditions.

But Cheng Shui talked more and more day by day. He probably learned some words, so compared to the initial telegram message, the content was much richer.

"The flowers in the bottle are drooping. I'll bring new ones later. What kind do you like? By the way, the new flowers in the store today are very beautiful. I haven't seen them before. Next time I will cut them out. Bring them with you." Go back and show me."

"Today's weather is really nice, the sun is big and warm, I took the quilt out, and I will come back to collect it at five o'clock, and it will be colder next week, the quilt is not good, it has been too long, and it has absorbed moisture, so it needs to be replaced .”

Yan Qingsheng thought silently, how many quilts did he have at night?

"Today a kitten came into the store. I looked at it for about three months. It followed me throughout the store. It stuck to my trouser legs everywhere I went. No one else could touch it. I can give it to the little cat with one hand. Hold it up. The store manager gave it some meat, and stayed in the store and refused to leave, bro, do you like cats?"

Yan Qingsheng didn't write a reply immediately. He likes cats and dogs as well. He likes all animals that look furry and warm, but he doesn't like the cat that Cheng Shui wrote about.

The reason must not be something Cheng Shui could think of, he was jealous.

This is a naive and ridiculous reason, and Yan Qingsheng would be secretly ashamed of it, but he couldn't lie to his heart at all.He poked lightly with his fingers where he stuck to his trouser legs, how could he not be jealous?Even a little wild cat can easily get so close to Cheng Shui, but because of his unsatisfactory legs, he has never seen what Cheng Shui looks like in the flower shop.

Not only was he jealous of the kitten, but he also secretly envied the customers who bought flowers, the manager of the flower shop, and even that Angkor - Cheng Shui also called him brother.

He did the math, and he hadn't seen Cheng Shui for 24 days.He wanted to call Cheng Shui back, but he didn't dare to speak. He didn't dare to tell Cheng Shui that it was already cold to sleep alone at night, and the single bed that was just right before seemed to be quietly widening. He could turn it over and over before going to bed. long time.

There are even more unspeakable things... He touched Cheng Shui, washed Cheng Shui's things, and even kissed Cheng Shui. The dream was out of his control, and he got up late, so he had to put a piece of paper in his crotch.

Yan Qingsheng blushed. All in all, he just wanted to see Cheng Shui.

The regular news every day can no longer satisfy him, Yan Qingsheng is surprised at his insatiable greed, and he doesn't know how to restrain himself.He is well aware of the follow-up development, and then he is even more convinced that he is making progress.

If you see Cheng Shui, just seeing Cheng Shui is definitely not enough, you have to hug him firmly.

He also couldn't just watch Cheng Shui leave again, sleep with Cheng Shui, get up and go to work with Cheng Shui, he wanted Cheng Shui to tell him every word every day.

Whether it's text or voice, even if it can be done now, Yan Qingsheng doesn't want it.

"Are you a cat?"

He was so overwhelmed by the longing, Yan Qingsheng exhausted all his courage in his weak and fearful life, the ink of the ballpoint pen was not smooth, and the four characters were written extremely jerky and laborious, and even scratched the paper.

After finishing writing, as if he was afraid of regretting himself, he threw the pen heavily on the table, covered half of his face whose expression could not be clearly seen with one hand, whimpered vaguely, and returned to silence.

Yan Qingsheng had a very anxious day.

He forgot to put the notebook back in place when he went out in the morning. This action was meaningless, but he did it every day, and it became a habit after a long time. It was like exchanging a tacit secret with Cheng Shui. With a little childish slyness.

Today, he almost ran out of the house, and he stubbornly didn't look at the table, forgetting this habit.

He couldn't guess Cheng Shui's reaction at all, so he simply forced himself to focus on the dumplings in his hand, each dumpling could be made into a small and delicate lace by him.There are a lot of people eating dumplings in winter, and the proprietress of a pot of dumplings came in to remind her three times, and finally moved a stool cursingly, and sat next to him to work together.

As a result, Yan Qingsheng could only keep his emotions in his stomach. He worked as a dumpling machine that went up and down all day, and when he was about to get off work, he ordered another two liang of mutton dumplings.

The proprietress brought the dumplings. Yan Qingsheng checked the time, untied the apron belt behind his waist, and began to pack his things. After a while, the proprietress lifted the curtain and came in again, with a strange face on her face: "The guest said he wanted to see you."

Yan Qingsheng thought he heard it wrong, he was too busy today to drink his saliva, now his throat is very dry and hoarse, and every sound coming out of his throat is weak.

The proprietress pointed to the front: "Anyway, it's time, you can get off work when you see him, a young man, very energetic."

Yan Qingsheng didn't know many young men, and even fewer could be regarded as spiritual.In an instant, he had a candidate whose expectations soared crazily——Could it be Cheng Shui?

Yan Qingsheng put the apron somewhere, and was about to go outside in a hurry. After walking a few steps, he realized that his hands were covered with flour, so he simply tore off the sleeves and wiped his hands carefully with a rag. After dusting off his clothes, he continued to try his best to steady his steps and went to the front hall.

The front hall is almost empty, and there are two tables left. One table is a young girl, who has almost eaten, sipping soup spoon by spoon, and the other table is near the door, covered by a wall The pillars cover half,