The lame man at the dumpling shop

No matter how little it is, it's okay, at worst, he would eat less dumplings and drink more soup, the man nodded: "Then there is more, you... Forget it, you come in."

Yan Qingsheng entered the house without looking anywhere, and followed the man all the way to the kitchen. The man cut the meat for him and explained: "There is something at home. I bought too much and no one eats it."

"Oh..." Yan Qingsheng didn't know what to say, it must not be very good to be able to leave behind the things that are just thirty years old.

The man gave him the meat, and Yan Qingsheng touched ten yuan.

The man frowned, "How can I use so much."

"Take it," Yan Qingsheng said in a low voice, "It's not easy for those who celebrate Chinese New Year."

The man paused, "Thank you."

When they walked to the door, the man suddenly said: "Your brother is very good, he treats you very well."

Yan Qingsheng finally grasped the clues of today's matter, he smiled: "Yeah, give him some extra wraps tonight."

At 53:[-], a mother and daughter came out of the flower shop, and there were not many people on the road.Wu Xiaosi looked out through the glass door, and the cold wind came and went, and the half-broken branch failed to support it, and it fluttered to the ground.

"Shall we wait for the boss?" He couldn't wait to go back to see his brother.

Now Wu Xiaosi is more in charge of the store, and he is also in charge of contacting Boss Huang. Cheng Shui usually asks him first if he has anything to do.

Wu Xiaosi tapped the phone a few times, "Wait a minute, the boss said he wants to send money."

Cheng Shui's patience immediately increased: "That's good."

Wu Xiaosi smiled: "Boss Huang is very interesting. Last year, he brought rice noodle oil. Seeing that it was inconvenient for me, he even drove me all the way."

Cheng Shui squatted in front of the flower shelf, sorted and collected all the wrapping papers on the floor, and then stood up to get the broom: "Yes, it's good that the shop is open-by the way, Angkor, we are on holiday, what should we do with the flowers?"

"In the past, my boss and I would come here in the morning. This year, I will probably be one-on-one with you." Wu Xiaosi put down his phone, "It doesn't need to be so troublesome these days, just be more delicate."

Cheng Shui responded.

After he finished tidying up the store, he sat and watched Wu Xiaosi calculate today's accounts for a long time, and Boss Huang's four-ring car finally stopped at the door—they don't strictly manage here, and there are often four wheels and two wheels on the sidewalk. Random stop.

"how are you today?"

Wu Xiaosi clicked on the calculator, "It's pretty good, I've made a note."

Boss Huang didn't care too much, anyway, Wu Xiaosi said it was pretty good, so the money was pretty good. He took out two red envelopes and handed them one by one: "It's all hard work, take it back and have a good year. Work hard these few days, Take time to take care of the store."

As Wu Xiaosi said, Boss Huang also brought oil and noodles in the car.

Cheng Shui and Wu Xiaosi took the things and happily thanked Boss Huang.He found a rope, tied the things to the car, put on the wind knife, kicked up the car and drove home.

It was nearly half an hour later than usual.

Liudaoxiang is quite popular on New Year's Eve, probably because most of the people living here are old people. At this time of year, more or less relatives and children come here. When Cheng Shui rode in, he heard noisy chatting and laughing.

It was a excitement that neither suited him nor belonged to Yan Qingsheng.

Even with this little distance, Cheng Shui couldn't stop thinking about Yan Qingsheng, his elder brother... had such a lively year?Let go of the cannon guards for the night, and walk around the streets and alleys to pay New Year's greetings to every household, has it ever happened?

He stopped the car to check the time, exerted strength on his legs, and the car creaked and rushed out.

Cheng Shui was delayed for an extra 10 minutes on this trip. When Yan Qingsheng got home, he turned on the light, but fell asleep lying on the table.A white cloth was spread on the table, and the white and plump dumplings were neatly stacked in several rows. There was still a small ball of dough next to it, but the filling pot had been wiped empty.

Both the oil and the noodles were heavy, Yan Qingsheng woke up when he hit the ground.

"……what time is it?"

Cheng Shui answered him, "Go to bed and rest when you're tired, and I'll make the dumplings."

Yan Qingsheng rubbed his eyes, and suddenly turned his head halfway, "There is no shortage of oil at home."

"Sent it," Cheng Shui said cheerfully, "Be obedient, go to bed and lie down first, I'll make dumplings to accompany you."

He ran inside and outside the house a few times, Yan Qingsheng was half asleep and didn't wake up, he went to bed and didn't wake up, squinting his eyes to look at him through the cracks.

After fetching water three times, Cheng Shui took a breath and did not dare to go far. Seeing that Yan Qingsheng was not asleep, he leaned against the door and talked to his brother.

He took out the red envelopes and counted them. After all, he hadn't been working in the flower shop for a long time. Boss Huang gave him 380. Cheng Shui was quite content.

Yan Qingsheng slowly told him about buying meat today.Cheng Shui thought for a while, then laughed: "It's my fault, I forgot about the meat—I didn't expect this person to have a good eye."

Yan Qingsheng couldn't figure out what was going on, and kept thinking that he had done something to him.

"It's nothing," Cheng Shui sighed. It seems that the impression he left on his brother that night was too deep, and it won't be erased for a while. "Brother, I really don't want to be the leader of Liudaoxiang."

Yan Qingsheng was relieved, so he pursed his lips and smiled.

Cheng Shui was thinking about the things he just bought in his pocket. He wanted to ask Yan Qingsheng about the Chinese New Year when he was a child, but when he turned his head, the dumpling soup was about to lift the lid of the pot, and the topic broke again.Yan Qingsheng was not comfortable lying on the bed, so he got out of bed after a long time, and opened the cabinet to find suitable dishes.

Two bowls of dumplings and two bowls of soup, with a plate of vinegar in the middle, cut finely chopped red peppers and sprinkled them.

Cheng Shui cut half a sausage and poured some peanuts.

The two were on one side, and Cheng Shui picked up the bowl of soup first, hanging in the air, not intending to drink.Yan Qingsheng looked at him in surprise, hesitantly picked it up like him, Cheng Shui knocked on the wall of his bowl, the sound was as crisp as ice under the eaves of nine days.

"Brother, happy new year."

Yan Qingsheng blinked, and went up carefully to touch it again. He hadn't said this sentence for a long time, and it was a bit awkward and strange to say it, but he was obviously happy, his eyes were soft and happy.

"Happy New Year, Ah Shui, thank you."

"When I was a child?" Yan Qingsheng looked a little dazed when asked this question, "It seems... nothing special."

"The family is poor, and the Chinese New Year is shorter than others. Others can go to work on the fifth day, but they can't."

"They" refers to Yan Qingsheng's parents.

"The factory will not be on holiday. It has resumed work since the afternoon of the first day of the new year. There will always be people who want to make money. My dad was one of them at that time. But then he disappeared. I heard that he went to a far away place. I came back once and brought me something to eat, and I haven’t seen it again for 20 years.”

Yan Qingsheng talked about this very calmly. He no longer remembers his father's appearance very much, and he has exhausted his little affection for this man who is basically equivalent to abandoning his wife and son.

As he spoke, he laughed first: "It's the Chinese New Year, let's not talk about it—why do you ask this?"

Cheng Shui was regretting that he shouldn't have mentioned this, so he quickly turned the words away: "Just ask, brother, did you let the gun go?"

Yan Qingsheng recalled: "After the foot is injured, it will be gone, which is inconvenient."

Cheng Shui stood up, stretched, walked behind his brother, almost hanging on his back, and smiled lazily: "Brother, do you want to let it go?"

Before Yan Qingsheng could speak, he took a pre-emptive suck.

"Would you like to, huh?"

Yan Qingsheng tugged at his arm, unable to stand up, a little amused, and half-truth said to him: "Children have a temper."

Cheng Shui didn't seem to mind this, he wrapped Yan Qingsheng inside and out like a big baby, Yan Qingsheng was such a thin person, he just wrapped him into a slightly elongated potato.

But when putting the hat on for Yan Qingsheng, Cheng Shui still couldn't hold back, and whispered, "Brother didn't say that in bed."

Yan Qingsheng's potato seemed to be thrown into boiling water, and it quickly became hot and doughy.

Although the back of the house is not wide enough, it is enough to fire a cannon.Cheng Shui asked Yan Qingsheng to sit on a chair, squatted beside him, and showed him the cannon box.

"This match cannon, just rub it like a match and throw it out." Cheng Shui skillfully took one out, wiped the ground, and flung it towards the high wall opposite, quite proudly gesticulating numbers with Yan Qingsheng.

one two Three--

He and not far away said at the same time:

"Snapped!"

This is really a lackluster cannon, as dry as Calabash Mountain, it only rings, but it is especially interesting when Cheng Shui is mixed in, Yan Qingsheng couldn't help laughing, imitating him, throwing one away, and counting with Cheng Shui , I guessed right and gave a high five happily.

This joy is unbelievably simple.Together, the two grown men, who are sixty years old, are amused by the little gadgets that cost one yuan a box like a child.

Yan Qingsheng didn't want to sit still, he learned a new way from Cheng Shui, folded the cannon and lit it from the middle, and put it on the window sill to watch it spray small sparks.

He was playing vigorously, his eyebrows stretched, his smile extended to the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't find any sorrow.

Cheng Shui has already stopped, what fun is a cannon, it can't compare to his brother's cuteness.

The weather was gloomy during the day, and the moonlight was dim at night, so when Cheng Shui came out, he drew the curtains and opened the windows. At this moment, the lights in the house were cast, and the bright white light overwhelmed the moonlight, and instead reflected the elongated shadows of the two on the ground.

The longer shadow seemed restless, dangling back and forth, and somehow merged with the shorter shadow, forming a large black shadow.After a while, the black shadow gradually narrowed, leaving only a long and wide shadow on the ground.

Only Cheng Shui suppressed and lowered his voice, "Brother, you haven't told me the taste of that thing, try it tonight?"

On New Year's Eve, every house is brightly lit, even though