The lame man at the dumpling shop

After pondering for a long time outside the house, he hid under Yan Qingsheng's pillow.

When he put it on, he suddenly remembered that the first time he knew there was money in this pillow, it seemed that they hadn't known each other for long.You don't need to think about how important this money is to Yan Qingsheng. He was still sleeping on the ground at that time, and he woke up later than Yan Qingsheng every day. Although the time was not long, he still had time at home alone.

At that time, brother Sheng... When did he...

Cheng Shui rubbed his nose, forgetting about it.

His brother's skin is so thin, if he really has to investigate it carefully, he will be annoyed at that time.Thinking of this, Cheng Shui recalled Yan Qingsheng's few times when he was annoying. He had a white face, which was obviously easy to bully, but when he frowned, he was extremely serious, and he could stammer and reason with himself.

He sat on the bed and calmed down perfunctorily for a while, then sighed: cute, so fucking cute.

Cheng Shui stayed in the house for more than ten minutes, then pedaled the car and went out again.There are still six hours before Yan Qingsheng gets home from get off work. He has to buy a car lock, sew up the rear seat cushion, prepare a decent wedding banquet, and...

He coughed lightly, as if he was sucking in the wind, his throat was dry and sore.

With the car, the speed is much faster, and within a few minutes, you can already see the tall gates in the grocery market. Cheng Shui insisted on continuing the train of thought that was interrupted just now:

He had to buy a tube of lubricant worth a hundred yuan. He told Brother Sheng that he would rest tomorrow, and tonight—it was time for the bridal chamber.

The door of the grocery market is a lock shop, Cheng Shui bought it, and hurried to the shop selling cloth with the cart.

A piece of rear seat cushion doesn't need much fabric and cotton, but Cheng Shui is dazzled by the colors in the room.Yan Qingsheng's life has never been a multiple-choice question. He may not even know what color he likes and what style suits him.

Cheng Shui pondered for a long time, so it's red, it's a big day, it can't be wrong.

He tore off half a piece of red cotton cloth, which was printed with the pattern of dragon and phoenix, and the proprietress asked while pretending, "Is it a happy event?"

Cheng Shui nodded: "Get married tonight."

He has a serious face, but he can't hide the sweetness in his heart, and there are smiles on the corners of his eyes and brows.

The proprietress was stunned, and looked at him in surprise, seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, she turned around and touched Zhang Hongxi, a paper-cut paper the size of a palm, and put it in the cloth.

Cheng Shui was also stunned for a moment, and a kerosene lamp suddenly lit up in his heart.

This paper-cut awakened Cheng Shui. He had almost never experienced weddings and funerals in all these years. He handled his master's funeral by himself, and no one around him would teach him this.

Marriage has to be posted with red happy words, he even forgot about this.

Fortunately, there are special sellers of these in the grocery market. He went to the stalls and looked at them one by one. He bought a few red happy characters, ones for the door, one for the window, one for the bedside table, and a piece of gold paper. When I turned my head and saw the hanging red hijab, I asked the boss to wrap it up together.

How can anyone get married without a red hijab?

As for where it was built and what it looked like, Cheng Shui just touched it in his mind, and he almost couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south.

Wearing a red hijab, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me to come over and pick it up, and then...

Stop!

Cheng Shui took a deep breath.

In any case, it finally looked like an ordinary marriage.

After going out, Cheng Shui went to the vegetable market instead. Compared with the grocery market, this place obviously made a decision much faster.Cooking hard dishes was time-consuming and costly, so he cut a piece of stewed beef directly, cut half of it and remembered that he had to eat chicken for his work, so he asked the boss to chop up a roast chicken.

Adding up the two, another 100 yuan was gone, and Cheng Shui could almost see Brother Sheng's distressed expression.

He smiled, and if brother Sheng felt distressed, he would tell him, silly brother, it's just like this once in a lifetime, it's better to love me than money.If the money is gone, I can earn it again, but the bridal chamber is only for one night...

The boss chopped it up for a long time, and Cheng Shui almost hardened himself again.

He turned around the vegetable market, looked at the green vegetables in his eyes, calmed down, had six or seven extra bags in his hand, and finally went to the pork stall to cut a piece of tenderloin, and stuffed them all into the basket of the car.

One last thing left.

The atmosphere in the adult goods store always had an unspeakable meaning. Cheng Shui entered from the outside, and almost missed the boss who was hiding behind the counter in a black jacket.

The boss remembered him. This young man was handsome, and the things he came to ask were a bit special in their small city. He recognized Cheng Shui as soon as he entered the door.

"Come on, that's it?"

Cheng Shui has seen a lot of condoms since he was a child, but it was only the second time he came back to this kind of store. He gave a soft ah, counted out the money, and stared at a box on the shelf behind him.

The boss gave him something without raising his eyelids: "That's not for a kid like you."

Cheng Shui yelled again briefly. He didn't have to research to come up with any results, but when the boss said it, he blushed.

He came back to ask clearly, and briefly explained the situation to the boss, but he didn't expect the boss to remember it.

He put the tube into his pocket, and the boss put his hands back into the chair, and said slowly, "Have a good time, and bless you all."

Cheng Shui thanked him and walked out with his head buried.

The boss said from behind: "Come and get it from me in the future, and I will give you a discount."

Cheng Shui didn't think about anything.

He kicked the car into the air, he wanted to go home.

At eleven o'clock, Yan Qingsheng came out of the dumpling shop.

He recently put on that down jacket. Firstly, he couldn't resist the water, and secondly, he has been in for nine days. The cold that usually has to be gritted his teeth seems to be unbearable this year.People are so strange, they seem to be omnipotent at the most isolated and helpless moment, once there are many shoulders beside them, they can fall asleep with the head tilted.

Cheng Shui has often come to pick him up since then.It was too extravagant to order a dumpling every day, so he squatted across the street, staring at the store door, put a handful of fried rice in his pocket, and ate one by one.As soon as Yan Qingsheng pushed the door, he jumped up like a spring, and approached Yan Qingsheng with a happy smile, and he had to spread his palms to let him take a bite of the delicious fried rice.

When they arrived at Liudaoxiang, Yan Qingsheng refused sincerely enough, so Cheng Shui clapped his hands and carried him home.

Today is no exception.

Cheng Shui was still squatting there eating fried rice, and when he saw him, he still jumped up energetically, but his next move was not to run directly over.Yan Qingsheng saw him push the unknown bicycle behind him, and immediately became anxious: "What is this for, put it back."

Cheng Shui said, "Brother, I will pay my salary today."

Yan Qingsheng was confused: "I know - you want to buy this car? Then someone else has to sell it."

Cheng Shui heaved a little helplessly, and first pinched a small handful of fried rice and fed it to others.

"Look carefully at this car..." Cheng Shui's voice became softer and softer, "This is our favorite car."

Hi, hi car?

Yan Qingsheng's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly looked over.

The car basket is shining brightly, sprinkled with golden scraps of paper, the handlebars are wrapped in red cloth, and a large paper flower ball is wrapped around the middle and left, it is red, trembling in the wind, like a ball of paper flowers. Fiery throbbing fire.Yan Qingsheng involuntarily reached out and touched it, Cheng Shui hurriedly said: "I saw this crepe paper stored under the cabinet before, and used it for a while."

When Yan's mother was alive, she liked to make small things with her hands. Yan Qingsheng thought about it, and it was probably what was left by his mother.These dead things were put away by him, and now they seem to be alive again in Cheng Shui's hands.

He didn't tell Cheng Shui, but he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

Cheng Shui patted the back seat: "Brother, try this again."

The rear seat cushion is wide and thick, and it looks like it is not something cheaply bought outside, not to mention that no one can use this kind of cloth to make it.

Cheng Shuifei pulled him to sit, "It's comfortable, I've tried it myself, stuffed with so much cotton!" He gestured carelessly, Yan Qingsheng had no idea anyway, he rubbed his hands nervously and expectantly, his eyes burning, " Isn't it? Is it soft?"

Yan Qingsheng sat on it, nodded, blushing.

Cheng Shui got into the front seat, and the wind blew his laughing words into Yan Qingsheng's ears: "Brother, you are firmly in my car, but you are completely mine."

Yan Qingsheng was originally sitting on his side, but when he heard this, he immediately stepped off the car.

Cheng Shui was taken aback.

Yan Qingsheng straddled it again, twisted his buttocks on the car mat a few times, and grabbed the sides uneasily: "Sit, sit still."

Cheng Shui gritted his teeth.

He fished his hand back, grabbed one hand and put it on his waist. After a few seconds, Yan Qingsheng also mended the other side.

"Brother..." Cheng Shui called out, but did not continue.As soon as he exerted force on his feet, the car rushed forward suddenly, Yan Qingsheng swayed, and his whole body hit him on the back.

warm.

Cheng Shui was a little deliberate at first, but later became steady again. Yan Qingsheng couldn't get up next to him, so he hummed softly.

"Hey! Happy gongs and drums waiting for thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!..."

Yan Qingsheng leaned behind him and secretly laughed while listening to his half-baked lyrics.

As soon as he smiled, Cheng Shui noticed it, as if he had got candy, and sang more vigorously: "Today is a good day, hey! Anything you want can come true, hey!"

Yan Qingsheng finally couldn't stand it anymore, and quietly pinched his waist: "It's in the middle of the night, keep your voice down."

Cheng Shui agreed, and took the time to touch and touch his waist, which made his wrists feel hot.

Yan Qingsheng was anxious: "Ride well!"

Cheng Shui squeezed his fingers, held the handle with one hand, and agreed with a smile, "Don't worry."

When they arrived at the door, Yan Qingsheng got out of the car and waited for Cheng Shui to push the car back and lock it.

Yan Qingsheng rubbed his ears and watched Cheng Shui unhurriedly take out the key to open the door.Only half a minute had passed, and he had already begun to miss the beaming bouquet and car mat.

Tonight... Is that the end?

Yan Qingsheng was a little confused in his heart