The lame man at the dumpling shop

Bran, poked his eyes firmly on a cripple of his, and seemed to be expecting him to conjure some supernatural powers.

It's a pity that Yan Qingsheng has never been a hero.

Yan Qingsheng watched helplessly as a yellow-haired monkey came out of it, raised the stick and dropped the half-meter-long iron stick on the concrete tiles, he didn't even dare to look at it.

"Where's your boss?"

Yan Qingsheng knew where the boss had gone. The boss had an appointment for a drink at night, fearing that the wife of the boss would be too busy in the front hall alone, so he explained the night's work when he left in the afternoon.

But having said that, the job cannot be kept.

The yellow-haired monkey dropped the stick and slapped it across the face: "I'm asking you something, you fucking dead!"

Yan Qingsheng's ears were buzzing from the beating, and he still thought it was lucky it wasn't a stick.He shook his head bluntly: "No, I don't know."

The yellow-haired monkey probably didn't count on him as a dumb guy, but more to use him as an example, so he kicked the chair under his buttocks and saw that he fell on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, so he laughed: "Sister Hong , your man is quite caring, helping the poor and helping the family, and hiring a disabled helper."

He changed the subject, "Or it's actually an old guy raised by you. It doesn't look very good. Why don't you brothers take over for him."

Yan Qingsheng lowered his eyes, as if he wasn't the target of these people's laughing, scolding and beating, but the proprietress screamed "you fart", then for some reason, she groaned, and her voice dropped again.

Until now, Yan Qingsheng only guessed that his boss was causing trouble outside, probably because he didn't expect that the other party would actually come to his door, so he went out for a drink without worry.

They made a lot of noise, even though it was late, some people nearby secretly called the police.A smaller one ran in, whose hair was probably dyed by the same family as the yellow-haired monkey: "Here we come!"

The proprietress was thrown to the ground, "Tell your man, we've been here before."

It took less than 10 minutes for this group of people to come and go, and by the time the police came to the door, there was already only a mess of a store, a proprietress who cried and scolded, and Yan Qingsheng, who was still lying on the ground and didn't get up.The police took pictures of the scene and took them back to make notes. Yan Qingsheng was released first, and the proprietress was still waiting for the boss to come over at the police station.

Being so delayed, I returned very late today.In view of the fact that his legs and feet were really inconvenient, a kind-hearted Pian'er policeman offered to give him a ride, and left him at the entrance of the alley. The car couldn't get in, so he went back to the institute.Yan Qingsheng leaned on the wall and moved around, thinking in a daze: Why don't we just go to bed tonight, and have to get up early tomorrow morning...

He suddenly remembered the front hall he saw when he was taken out. The cups and plates were in a mess, and the tables and chairs seemed to be scattered. Do you really need to get up early tomorrow?

He suddenly regretted it, it was so late anyway, he should have waited there for the boss to come back, at least he wanted an accurate word.I didn't expect before that the dumpling shop is just a small shop the size of a palm. If you can't open it, you won't open it. He doesn't even have a mobile phone number. In case...

His heart was pounding, making him flustered.

Without skills and a strong body, it will be even more difficult for him to find a job if the dumpling shop disappears.

Yan Qingsheng pushed open the door, vaguely remembering the thief last night.

He didn't think about any substantive content, but when he saw the red bath tub in the middle of the room, he realized that someone had been here.He turned on the flashlight—the electric light was too power-hungry, and after lighting it around, it turned out that everything was well placed, and the most important pillow showed no signs of being tampered with.

If you can steal into his house, I don't know which one is more unlucky, he or the thief.

Yan Qingsheng still took a shower, dragged the leather tube to catch the cold water, and threw a few hands on his body casually. Although he was aroused with goose bumps, he felt more comfortable. He dried his body, shook off his clothes, and was taken aback for a while. , Unbelievably bumped to the window to take a closer look by the moonlight.

His only pair of single trousers, from the waist to the buttocks, had a slit that was as long as two slits diagonally.

The clothes were torn and mended, but Yan Qingsheng couldn't help feeling distressed when they were so torn.These trousers have been worn for seven or eight years, and they were made for him by his mother when he was alive. They were fine for him then, but they are a bit too big now.

Yan Qingsheng is not good at needlework. A thin silver needle can fly up and down in his mother's hand. Caixia can weave it.

Thinking of his mother, Yan Qingsheng felt uncomfortable.When he was distracted, the needle tip pierced into the flesh, throbbing with pain, and instantly a drop of blood appeared on the fingertip.

As a result, the pants were not sewn properly, and they were stained with blood stains.

Yan Qingsheng is a big man, no matter how good-for-nothing he is, nor is he a crybaby, but at this moment, he suddenly seems to be overwhelmed by endless despair and sorrow, his nose is sore, his eyes are hot, and he can't breathe.

Throwing the torn trousers aside, Yan Qingsheng began to sob cautiously and restrainedly, howling silently.He couldn't make too loud a sound, otherwise everyone in the alleys would know that Lame Yan died in the middle of the night.

He lived a useless life, and he had to save himself some last face.

Yan Qingsheng really hasn't cried for a long time, life is aggressive, and he doesn't have time to cry for him.The incident at the dumpling shop made him find an excuse to take a vacation. The needle pierced the full negative emotions, and his world was like a balloon, and it was over with a bang.

"Dong dong."

He was so dizzy from crying, his eyes were dim with tears, his eyes were blurred everywhere, he looked out the window, thinking he had misheard, so he wiped his face and continued.

half a minute later—

"Dong dong dong."

Now Yan Qingsheng breathed a sigh of relief, yes, someone was knocking on his window!

What happened at night left a big shadow on him. His tears were still hanging on the tip of his nose. He sucked his nose, picked up the flashlight beside him, thought about it, and copied an old man's music, sticking it by the window Wall stood still, and asked in a low voice, "Who!"

He saw a long tree branch thrown down from the roof, and a second later a man fell down and landed firmly, separated from him by the glass, knocked on the window again, and said in a low voice, "Don't cry, I'm sorry." window."

Yan Qingsheng's hairs were all brushed up, "Who are you!"

The man clicked his tongue impatiently, "I don't know you after I told you, I'll borrow your place to sleep, don't be nervous." He paused, and added: "I'll sleep there yesterday, I promise not to move your things."

So it was him last night!Yan Qingsheng's eyes widened, and his heart was a little shaken. After learning that the man had spent the night with him without incident, the credibility of this man was strangely raised a little bit.

But he still didn't move.

Through the dirty glass, the light from the flashlight doesn't actually have much penetrating power. Yan Qingsheng couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could only guess that he was a tall and strong young man. When the man profiled, the moonlight mixed with the flashlight The light hit his face, his sharp nose bridge was sharp, he should be regarded as upright.

Knowing people, knowing faces but not knowing hearts, Yan Qingsheng babbled back and forth, besides, he didn't know much about faces, so he couldn't be confused by him.He didn't let go of the old man Le's arm, and the flashlight didn't shine outside, and it didn't help much, but judging from the man outside the window, he didn't back down a step.

The man sighed and was defeated by his turtle tactics: "My name is Cheng Shui."

Yan Qingsheng pressed him as if checking his household registration: "Which way is which water?"

The man simply stopped talking, took a deep breath on the glass, and quickly wrote two words with his fingertips.It wasn't too cold, and the white mist dissipated quickly, but Yan Qingsheng could see it clearly. He read it lightly and said, "Then come in."

Cheng Shui turned over and jumped in from the window he opened, "Thank you brother, I will definitely leave tomorrow morning quietly so as not to disturb your rest."

Yan Qingsheng said, "Do you know what time I get up?"

Cheng Shui said, "I'm always right from four o'clock."

When Yan Qingsheng was mentioned in this way, he remembered the dumpling shop again, and remembered the crying just now, but Cheng Shui heard him, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"No need," he lowered his head and said, "I won't get up early tomorrow morning, so you don't need to avoid me in a hurry, just sleep if you want."

Cheng Shui didn't ask him why, but he yawned, looking extremely sleepy, and nodded, "Sure, do you have a cardboard box? I'll use it."

Yan Qingsheng really dug out a few cardboard boxes for him, tore them open and spread them on the ground.The floor is damp concrete, and cardboard boxes are warmer than straw mats.

Cheng Shui was wearing a simple sweater and shorts, and he didn't pay much attention to anything. He just lay down with the clothes on. Yan Qingsheng closed the window, turned around and saw his torn pants were still on the bed, he hesitated for a moment, and decided to finish sewing before going to bed.

To sew, you have to turn on the flashlight. He sews slowly, and there is such a big cut, and the lower the neck, the stiffer it is.Cheng Shui had already fallen into sleep, smacked his lips, and snorted a few times.Yan Qingsheng was tired from sewing, so he took the opportunity of moving his neck to look at him a few times.

Yan Qingsheng didn't know what he was thinking, he let a strange man of unknown origin into the house inexplicably, maybe because he had seen himself ashamed and didn't show the meaning of ridicule, or maybe Yan Qingsheng himself wanted to take a gamble .

Anyway, he has nothing to lose, it's just a cheap life.

Yan Qingsheng didn't set the alarm, but it was still early when he opened his eyes. It was just after five o'clock, and he couldn't lie down after lying on the bed for two to three minutes. He was still thinking about the dumpling shop.

Gotta go and see, he thought.

If the matter caused by the boss is not too difficult to solve, the dumpling shop may continue to open, and he will go over to have a look, and when he meets the boss, he can discuss when to start work again.

As soon as he sat up, Cheng Shui on the ground also rose up.

"Didn't you say you won't get up early?" Cheng Shui was still a little hoarse, probably because he had just woken up not long ago.

"There's something wrong," Yan Qingsheng put on his clothes