The lame man at the dumpling shop

Pants, "You..."

Cheng Shui stared at his buttocks, and chuckled, "You worked so hard last night to toss this?" He pointed, "Touch it."

Yan Qingsheng touched it, why is the hole still there?He quickly took it off and took a look. He was sleepy and confused in the middle of the night. The stitches in the second half were all on one side of the cloth, and it was not sewn at all!

Yan Qingsheng doesn't think it's okay to wear briefs on the top of a man, even bare buttocks, but now this situation makes him more embarrassed than ever.

Cheng Shui kicked his legs and threw something at him, Yan Qingsheng subconsciously caught it: "Let me borrow it from you first, we'll talk about it when I come back."

The shorts still had Cheng Shui's body temperature, and Yan Qingsheng grabbed a handful, feeling even more ashamed.

"This, this is not good...it doesn't fit..."

"Find a rope to tie it on." Cheng Shui lay down again carelessly, "It's just right, I don't have pants, so you don't have to be afraid that I will run away, and you can sleep for a while."

He picked up what he hadn't finished just now, and Yan Qingsheng was completely speechless. Cheng Shui knew exactly what he was thinking, so he acted extraordinarily frank.

He finally tied a pair of trouser belts as promised, tugged at the wide trouser legs, and uncomfortably informed the people on the ground, "Then I'm leaving, don't move around."

After Yan Qingsheng left, Cheng Guozhen fell asleep again.He originally planned to go to a construction site or something to look for work in the morning, but Yan Qingsheng delayed him so much, so he got lazy by accident.

As a result, when he woke up, Yan Qingsheng hadn't returned yet.

Cheng Shui rubbed his deflated stomach helplessly - he hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon, and now he was too hungry to sleep, so he sat up again, trying to find something to pass the time.He looked around and found that other things were not easy to move around, but there was something that could help, so he took it as a thank you.

When Yan Qingsheng opened the door, he saw Cheng Shui sitting beside his bed, completely oblivious, with his ripped trousers in his palm and the needle in his right hand, with a dignified posture.

"came back?"

Not guilty.

Before Yan Qingsheng could utter the accusation, Cheng Shui tied the knot first, and bit it between his teeth, "Come and try—forget it, I'll give it to you."

He took three steps at a time, stepped in front of Yan Qingsheng in a few seconds, stuffed his trousers into his hand, and took off Yan Qingsheng's trousers: "Give this back to me, I'm starving to death, go get something to eat."

Yan Qingsheng couldn't stand still, his right foot was not strong, and Cheng Shui pulled him, and he almost fell.Only then did Cheng Shui come to his senses, and quickly supported him to sit on his cardboard bed nearby: "I'm sorry, I just forgot in a hurry."

Yan Qingsheng went out early and came back late, rarely saw the sun face to face, and stayed indoors all year round, so he didn't get tanned at all. The thin skin and tender flesh are definitely not considered white, but the whiteness is really white.Cheng Shui tore off his trousers, the two legs were of different thickness visible to the naked eye, the left leg was stronger because of the strain, Cheng Shui stared at his right leg twice more, the skin on that leg was not so tight, When I reached the lower part of the calf and was close to the ankle, the bones turned inward, the instep turned slightly outward, and the whole leg was limp.

Yan Qingsheng shrank his right leg. He thought Cheng Shui was going to help him put on his pants, so he hurriedly said, "It's okay, I'll do it myself."

Cheng Shui responded, and before Yan Qingsheng pulled up his trousers, he took another look at the white legs.

Yan Qingsheng didn't bother to look at it. After putting it on, he realized that Cheng Shui had also removed the front half of the seam, and the seam was smooth and firm, which was many times better than him.The high defense wall that was quickly created by outsiders flipping things collapsed again, Yan Qingsheng sincerely marveled: "I didn't expect you to do this."

Cheng Shui smiled, "I can't trouble myself with this kind of manual work." He took out his trouser pocket to make sure that some banknotes were still inside, and asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll invite you to talk to me today. "

Yan Qingsheng has rice at home, he only eats at home twice a month, all the vegetables are bought directly from Mrs Zhang's house in a lane, two green vegetables, one soup is enough, Cheng Shui asked him to order, he can't even think of the name of the dish come out.Fortunately, Cheng Shui seemed to have more ideas than him, and said, "If there are no taboos, I'll just watch and buy."

Yan Qingsheng seemed to be pardoned, "It's fine, you... I'll cook as much as you want."

Cheng Shui asked him back, "How much do you eat?"

Yan Qingsheng was unprepared: "You don't have to work at home, just deal with it with a bowl."

Cheng Shui nodded, "Then I'll have a bowl too." After saying that, he went out.

Yan Qingsheng opened the door of the cupboard—it was inconvenient for him to squat, so he usually didn't put his things in a low place. He realized that his answer just now seemed a bit inappropriate. The owner only ate a bowl, and Cheng Shui was of course embarrassed to ask for more. , looking at his frame, he should actually eat a lot, right?

Yan Qingsheng poured a scoop of rice into the pot, and added another scoop and a half.Closing the cabinet door, thinking that Cheng Shui looked quite young, maybe he was still growing, he frowned, turned around and added the half scoop to a scoop, and added it.

Cheng Shui walked in a hurry, and came back quickly. About a quarter of an hour later, he appeared at the door with a bag in his hand. The water in the pot had just boiled. Yan Qingsheng closed the stove lid, a little surprised at his speed: "So fast? We still have to eat Wait."

Cheng Shui hummed nonchalantly, and put the bag on the table: "Half a pepper chicken, I asked the proprietress for three bags of soup, which is enough for us to eat. The proprietress is nice, and she also sent some cakes."

Yan Qingsheng immediately dropped the tongs and stumbled into the house. Before the chicken was seen, the smell of numbness had already spread all over the house. Yan Qingsheng swallowed his saliva and felt distressed: "This, this is quite expensive... How much is it? "

Cheng Saishou compared the numbers, "Why is it expensive? If it wasn't for me, I wouldn't even be able to pay the rent."

25!Just as Yan Qingsheng was about to speak again, Cheng Saishou pinched a piece of meat and stretched it over to touch his lips, and said with a smile, "Okay, open your mouth." Before he could say a word, the meat was already in his mouth, from his lips to the surface of his tongue. The stimulation of taste buds caused him to lose his memory for a moment, and he completely forgot what he wanted to say, leaving only a shell that had lost its soul and let out a foolish breath.

Cheng Shui watched him finish chewing and swallowing the meat, bent his mouth and asked, "How is it?"

"Good...ha...delicious."

His hair was a little long. An old barbershop on the corner of the street was closed, so he paid a little attention. Now those shops cost 15 just for a haircut. Yan Qingsheng made a turn at the door of the shop and went back to the alley.

Let's make it longer, anyway, it's a one-time cut, and it's more cost-effective to cut more.

Now that his hair is somewhat blocking his eyes, Cheng Shui watched him wipe the sweat from his forehead, and suddenly said, "After dinner, if you trust me, I'll help you get my hair done."

Yan Qingsheng's nerves were blunted by the heat, and it took several seconds before he uttered a very light ah. He raised his head and blinked at him, as if he still didn't quite understand.

"I don't know how to be fancy, but it's okay to simply type it shorter."

Only then did Yan Qingsheng ask, "Have you learned this before?"

His face is thin and narrow, his eyebrows are not thick, the corners of his eyes are slightly pulled down, and his lips are often slightly opened, as if he is always ready to apologize. He looks like he has been bullied all the year round, but fortunately, his facial features are correct, and he is definitely not ugly. above.

Cheng Shui made a gesture in his heart, and responded casually: "It's about the same, it's a simple job."

It shouldn't be bad, Cheng Shui's palms were retracted, and his knuckles creaked.

At the dinner table, the two came and went, and finally got a general idea of ​​each other's background.Cheng Shui is just twenty this year, and he can't even tell where he is, so he can only roughly draw a range.I used to follow a master who used to be a carpenter, but then the business got worse and worse, so he closed the shop and wandered around doing odd jobs. As a result, the master had a heart attack a year ago, and he said nothing.

"What about your family?"

"I don't know," Cheng Shui said, "I haven't seen it since I was very young." He poured a spoonful of soup on his meal, and then said, "Actually, I didn't plan to come here, but Chenggang, what is there? There are people there, and it’s easy to find a job.”

Speaking of this, he was a little embarrassed, "It turned out that I got on the wrong car."

He only had 30 yuan on him, 5 yuan to buy food, and the rest of the money was not enough for any hotel, "I was squatting behind your house at that time, trying to sleep outside, but you opened the window, I couldn't bear it." Live, rolled over and slept on the floor."

Yan Qingsheng thought for a moment, then suddenly said: "It's quite cold."

Cheng Shui was a little surprised and didn't speak.

Yan Qingsheng licked the chili oil on his lips, and said, "If you have nowhere to go, stay with me first, and I'll find you a quilt to dry off later."

Cheng Shui smiled: "Thank you Brother Sheng."

Yan Qingsheng felt that Cheng Shui was here, whether he was talking or doing things, even if he didn't say or do anything, just sitting here, the room would be full of vitality, even if it was the last two years when his mother was still there, the house would be full of vitality. I don't feel that way anymore.

And he only needs to free up a piece of land and turn over a quilt, which is worth it.

After the meal, Cheng Shui cleaned up, Yan Qingsheng washed his hair, moved a chair and sat in the back of the house, and followed him with his eyes closed, thinking about the dumpling shop.He went there in the morning, and as expected, the door of the store was closed tightly. Please call the owner of the store next to him, but the owner didn't elaborate, just said to wait and see.

He spent a lot of money on his mother's medical treatment and funeral affairs, and borrowed some from the people in the alley, and repaid it piecemeal for three or four years—720, which is all the money he currently has in his pillow.

There will be no work for a while and you won't starve to death, but you can't afford any changes.

"Cheng Shui." His voice was soft, as if he planned to let Cheng Shui not hear him.

Cheng Shui was busy working on top of his head, he moved quickly, and his speech also accelerated: "What's wrong?"

Yan Qingsheng paused for a while, and just when Cheng Shui thought he was just yelling casually, he spoke again: "What are your future plans?"

Cheng Shui fiddled with the scissors. He is truly penniless now, but his voice is quite confident: "Look for a job, first look for the kind of daily loan, and then change when you have enough to live on."