The lame man at the dumpling shop

Yan Qingsheng thinks about it too, he is not like him, he is disabled.So he nodded, indicating that he understood, but Cheng Shui yelled, "Hey! Don't move!...It's almost ready."

Five minutes later, Cheng Shui rubbed his head with a towel and shaved him back and forth with a comb. Yan Qingsheng held on to the armrest to stand up, but was held down by him: "Wait a minute, sit down, Let me consider."

He ran two or three steps, "Look up at me."

The obstructive hair disappeared, Yan Qingsheng's face became brighter, Cheng Shui smiled at him, he didn't know what expression to make, and he didn't know what he looked like now, so he had to smile at him too.

Cheng Shui saw the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, saw his lips that were still red from the heat, and saw a soft and amiable face exposed to the sun.

It made him want to touch it, fine lines, lip corners, round nose, he wanted to touch it.

Yan Qingsheng saw Cheng Shui distracted, and asked suspiciously: "Did it not be cut..."

Cheng Shui's palm touched his face, so the words froze.

In fact, the time was only a moment, and Cheng Shui's thumb slid down from his brow bone very quickly, and he heard Cheng Shui say: "Brother Sheng, have you talked to someone?"

Talking about someone is almost out of reach in Yan Qingsheng's world.When he was the same age as Cheng Shui, there were two families who came to their door to talk about marriage. His mother asked him what he thought, but he refused.

Don't delay people, he said.

And more than ten years later, he still said: "I am like this, I will delay other girls."

Cheng Shui heard something keenly, and asked, "What if the girl is willing?"

Yan Qingsheng shook his head slightly, lifted his hand from the armrest, and with a sigh, it landed on his right leg in a moderate manner.

Cheng Shui understood, "Brother Sheng has someone in his heart."

Now Yan Qingsheng blushed and waved his hands again and again, "It's nothing, just talk nonsense."

His every move was obviously trying to cover up, Cheng Shui saw it, and his heart became inexplicably confused. People like Yan Qingsheng are somewhat introverted, and they can blush when they talk about personal affairs. Maybe they haven't even had that kind of thing... What kind of girl would he like?

Spicy?Hearty?shy?Demure?

Is that girl pretty?What happened to him?

Where have they reached?

That girl...where is she now?

He wanted to know, he was attracted and troubled by these questions gurgling like boiling water, scratching his heart, but the strange thing was that he didn't want to hear a single word from Yan Qingsheng's mouth.

"What about you?"

Cheng Shui was stunned for a moment, and saw Yan Qingsheng cocked his head slightly. His voice seemed to have formed a habit, and it had always been lower than normal. If it wasn't for this searching look, Cheng Shui would have almost regarded it as his own imagination.

"I... I haven't talked about it." Cheng Shui squatted down beside Yan Qingsheng, pinched his calf naturally with his hands, and kneaded slowly, "I don't like girls."

Yan Qingsheng didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile, "You're still young."

Cheng Shui immediately retorted: "I'm quite big."

He grew up with his master among the men at the bottom, and almost never heard pornographic jokes. When he was young, his master occasionally reminded him that after he got up to wash his underwear for the first time in the morning, he would not avoid him for anything messy. up.He thinks that his face has been tempered, at least not so that his heart beats like a drum when he says a half-meaty word—what happened today?

However, his elder brother didn't notice it at all, and instead advised him that since his hands and feet are healthy, he should settle down earlier and find a good girl to live with.

He wanted to say again that he didn't like girls, so he opened his mouth and closed it again.

It doesn't make any sense, he has no home, and Yan Qingsheng's place will not be his home, he will leave anyway.

So he nodded, "Okay."

The conversation that day was like a field that was sorted in the wrong order, abruptly inserted into their unfamiliar relationship, and the following days were back on track. Cheng Shui first worked on the construction site for a while, he didn't feel much, Yan Qingsheng felt too far away for him-he had to run from the east end of the city to the west end every day, without taking a car, and walking on two legs alone.

During that time, Cheng Shui was too tired to talk, so Yan Qingsheng tentatively asked him if he could change jobs.

A few days later, Cheng Shui brought back news that someone recommended him to distribute leaflets, standing for 9 hours from morning to night, 100 yuan, and lunch on his own.

The place where the leaflets are handed out is the only commercial center in this small city. The place is not big, but the price is very high. A bowl of noodles costs twenty or thirty dollars. It’s the weekend, and young couples and young children come in and out, paying the bill. All the time without blinking.

On the first day, Cheng Shui borrowed five yuan from Yan Qingsheng, went down to the supermarket on the first floor, bought the cheapest bottle of water and a steamed bun, and left two five yuan.In the evening, the person in charge gave him 100 yuan. After thinking about it, he went to the supermarket again. It was late and bread was on sale that day. He bought a half-price pineapple bun with the two yuan.

Entering the alley, it turned out that the windows of Yan Qingsheng's house were dark. Cheng Shui picked up a wire from the ground, walked to the door without knocking on purpose, and hunched over to fiddle with the lock under the moonlight.

Yan Qingsheng was washing his clothes, when he heard the movement at the door, he opened a crack with wet hands, seeing him, he opened the door, frowning, "Why didn't you knock?"

"As for you who break doors and windows, I can pierce eighteen streets with a wire." Cheng Shui consciously dusted the dust, walked around the red basin, quietly placed the bread on the table, and then stretched his legs Sitting on the window frame to watch him wash clothes.

After Yan Qingsheng rubbed the bottom of his trousers, he saw several large and small holes in his waist, and his face burned for no reason, so he tucked it up and rolled up the hem quietly before putting it up as usual.

With his back turned to Cheng Shui, his tone was neither salty nor dull: "Anyone can enter, so what's wrong with me? Go to the second house at the east end of the alley next door. His family is the richest. You can go to his house to sleep."

"That won't work," Cheng Shui confidently looked around the dilapidated house, "If you go to another house, you will be treated as a thief. You are not afraid."

It was rare for Yan Qingsheng to be so angry that he was so angry that he couldn't speak for a long time, as if his mouth was also lame.

He also has savings!

But this can't be said, the money in the pillow is his life, and he can't say that he can't move it.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Cheng Shui tried to tease him a little, and waved the red ticket at him: "Here, today's results."

After Yan Qingsheng finished washing, he walked slowly towards him step by step, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at it for a few seconds, and then said, "It's pretty good."

Cheng Shui stuffed the red note into his arms: "Rent."

Yan Qingsheng was taken aback, and hurriedly returned the fort to him: "What rent do you need for this dilapidated house, you save it yourself."

Cheng Shui moved his butt, jumped out of the window, and shouted at him with a smile: "One week's advance payment, Brother Sheng won't accept it, so I won't go in tonight."

Yan Qingsheng sighed, "You, this...don't mess around..."

Cheng Shui said seriously: "No trouble, Brother Sheng, you must keep the money, otherwise I won't be able to sleep well."

The two of them stood in a stalemate through the window. After more than ten minutes, finally Yan Qingsheng couldn't hold the water and kept the money, but he said: "Don't pay back the five yuan. I will give you another ten yuan tomorrow." .”

Cheng Shui lay on the ground, grinning silently in the dark, "I'll treat my brother to a good meal after the construction site settles the money next month."

Yan Qingsheng said: "Now you have to save your wife's capital and save some money."

Cheng Shui was silent, and after a while, he asked, "Brother Sheng, can you give me another quilt? I'm cold."

The sky is indeed getting colder, the air temperature has not dropped very low, but the ground is another temperature.But Yan Qingsheng only had two quilts. Hearing this, he sat up and was about to get out of bed: "I'll boil a pot of hot water for you and fill a hot water bottle."

"Forget it, it's too troublesome." Cheng Shui stood up wrapped in the quilt, trying to control his voice so that he wouldn't be heard trembling, "Brother Sheng, do I squeeze into you?"

Yan Qingsheng didn't think much, turned sideways, and squeezed into the bed, "Okay, it's just a little small, you don't mind the squeeze."

Instead, Cheng Shui said, "Squeeze better."

He lay down next to Yan Qingsheng, spread out the quilt, and put it on the two of them, muttering, "It's warmer this way." Yan Qingsheng retorted in a low voice in doubt that he was not cold, Cheng Shui turned a deaf ear, and was satisfied after covering it up Face to face with Yan Qingsheng, the voice is full of vitality unique to young people: "Thank you, Brother Sheng!"

Yan Qingsheng was still wrapped in his own quilt. He said it was okay, hesitated for a moment, and then shook off. Cheng Shui actively helped him to tear off and tuck the four corners of the quilt, which made Yan Qingsheng want to remind him that he just had bad legs and feet , the hand is still very easy to use.

"Go to sleep," Yan Qingsheng turned over, facing the wall, and said softly, "You have to get up early tomorrow."

Cheng Shui responded, and after a few minutes, he remembered the pineapple bun and said, "You sleep more tomorrow, don't follow me up."

Yan Qingsheng made a muffled sound in his throat, sounding like he was no longer awake. His legs moved, first his heels rubbed against the skin of his calf, and then his rough and warm soles touched Cheng Shui's legs .

It's Brother Sheng's sick leg.

The room was dark, and nothing could be seen. Even with the lights on, it was impossible for Cheng Shui to lift the quilt to look at it, but during this time he was always peeking at Brother Sheng's leg.

White and soft, the sagging skin of ordinary middle-aged people in the city is unexpectedly reflected on Yan Qingsheng's weak leg.Cheng Shui swallowed, he massaged Yan Qingsheng's leg, but he never dared to touch that abnormal bone.

But the more he dared not, the more he cared about it.

For example, now, he can control himself to close his eyes, breathe steadily, and stiffen his upper and lower teeth.