The lame man at the dumpling shop

In the recession, otherwise his master would not have closed down, waiter, kitchen, shampoo boy, porter... even some jobs that ordinary people can't think of, as long as he is paid, he can do it.

He asked around for two days, and in the afternoon of the second day, a flower shop was short of people, and a recruitment notice was posted at the door.Cheng Shui's reading was intermittent, and on the day of the senior high school entrance examination, he followed his master to do homework all morning.He glanced at it and saw that the word "college college" was clearly displayed. Cheng Shui looked away without changing his face, pretending not to see it.

The boss was sitting on a low stool, pouring flower mud into the basin.Cheng Shui looked at the entrance of the station for a while, then walked in with his clothes on.

Forty minutes later, Cheng Shui happily walked out of the store, and the boss waved his hands covered with dead branches and leaves, "Young man, come tomorrow!"

Cheng Shui's happiness is justified, this job would have been nothing special in the past, but now it's different - he has more people in his heart, and the flower shop is so close.For example, now, he has an extra rose in his hand, which is an abandoned branch that was just cut off by the boss. The outermost petals have curled up, the edges are dark and black, and the leaves are all rotten.

Cheng Shui pinched the leaves and tore off two petals. This rose looked a little more energetic.

He took it back to find a bottle, filled it with water and put it on. He thought, what his brother's house lacked was this kind of vitality. In such a dead environment, how did Yan Qingsheng survive all these years day by day?

On the street, a young man with no more than 50 yuan in total was holding a bright red rose, like a broken knight holding his own sword.He walked halfway, glanced at the flowers in his hand, walked a few more steps, sniffed hard with his nose, and smiled like a fool.

The flowers were grown in a greenhouse and had no fragrance at all, but Cheng Shui was extremely beautiful in his heart.

It's a rose!

See, his reason doesn't let him speak, and that love will always find other ways, even if it's picking up a discarded branch, or something else, Yan Qingsheng will find out sooner or later.

The roses finally settled in the beer bottles picked up at the alley.Cheng Shui sat in front of the table, went to lie down on the bed again, sat up after a while, moved to the foot of the bed, finally got out of bed, and walked back and forth in the room.

He adjusted the angle of the flower quilt very finely. He waited until night and turned on the light on his own initiative. The light was too dim, and it flickered from time to time, creating a weird atmosphere instead.

Cheng Shui looked at it, then simply turned off the light, and stood by the table, eating steamed buns and dipping sauce, waiting for Yan Qingsheng to come back.

Yan Qingsheng got off work at eleven o'clock, and there were only a few alleys, but Cheng Shui waited and waited for no one.

It was half past eleven.

He jumped up from the chair, picked up the poker against the wall and went outside—something was wrong, he had to find someone.

The distance to the dumpling shop is 5 minutes for ordinary people, not to mention that Cheng Shui was so anxious that he almost ran all the way. When he arrived at the door of the shop, the boss was locking the shutter door.

"Yan Qingsheng? Oh, lame Yan," the boss looked at him suspiciously, "Let's go."

"What time? Eleven o'clock, why, did he cause trouble?"

Cheng Shui didn't care about the nonsense, turned around, and rushed into the alley. The tongs smashed against the brick wall, clanking and rubbing against the brick wall.He ran through an alley, and the sound rang throughout the alley.

"Brother!—Brother Sheng!" He yelled, "Yan Qingsheng!"

In the middle of the night, the alley was surprisingly quiet, and he slashed his throat by shouting recklessly, alarming many people in the alley.

Probably because he couldn't stand his fuss, a man opened the window: "Are you looking for Lame Yan?"

Cheng Shui's eyes were terribly red. He turned his head instantly and stared at the man: "Did you see him? Where are the others?!"

The man said: "I didn't see it, but there were a group of bastards just now, maybe it was them."

They knew that the bastard would bully Yan Qingsheng, but no one came out to control him.During the day, it's just a friendship of nodding and greetings, so it's not worth going to get dirty at night for such a person.

The bastard passed by, and the man must have heard it, but they all chose to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Cheng Shui's arms were bulging with veins, and he wished he could shovel the alley with a pair of tongs.

"Where did they go?"

The man pointed in the direction, seeing that Cheng Shui was in a bad state, he hurriedly closed the window.

Cheng Shui walked in the direction the man pointed. He had never been there before, and it turned out to be a dead end.

It was pitch black at the end of the alley, Cheng Shui weighed the tongs in his hand, and walked five or six meters, and the base of the wall was against a person.Cheng Shui paused, then howled, rushed over, plopped down on his knees, and hit his knee on the stone slab, he didn't even notice it.

"elder brother!"

Yan Qingsheng opened his eyes tremblingly, but he struggled to speak, and his eyes felt dizzy, so he closed them again, "You...why are you here...I...I'm fine..."

Cheng Shui dropped the tongs, supported Yan Qingsheng's arm, and lifted him up: "Brother, I'll take you home, let's go home."

He must get this account back.He wants to see what a group of bastards who only dare to bully his brother are capable of. After all, his master taught him not only to plan wood.

Today is another moonless night.Cheng Shui carried Yan Qingsheng on his shoulders and walked very slowly. Yan Qingsheng was not heavy, even compared to other men of his age, he was too light, but after all, Lu Sheng, Cheng Shui was always worried that he would stumble somewhere.

The night wind was hunting, and a butter gourd popped out from the corner, calling in Qiuqiu.Cheng Shui grabbed Yan Qingsheng's arm on his shoulders with one hand, and wrapped his arms around his waist with the other. When the wind came, Yan Qingsheng trembled suddenly.

Cheng Shui immediately asked in a low voice, "Brother, are you cold?"

Yan Qingsheng took a step first and said no after two seconds.Since he got colder, he has put on a sweater over his original short sleeves, which seemed to be enough, but Cheng Shui grabbed his waist, and the sweater was washed out of shape, as thin as a sheet coarse cloth.

Cheng Shui came out in a hurry, he was full of firepower, and he was only wearing an undershirt, even if he was willing to take it off, Yan Qingsheng would never take it off.Cheng Shui quietly hugged the person in his arms tightly, and deliberately tilted his head to talk to his neck, trying to warm him with the heat.

The cold tips of the ears slowly changed in the dark, becoming hotter, maybe a little red, but Cheng Shui couldn't see it.

"Brother, I have something nice to tell you." Cheng Shui lowered his voice, "I changed jobs!"

Yan Qingsheng cheered up, "Really?" After hearing what Cheng Shui said, he still spoke slowly, but his pride could not be concealed, "My brother is really powerful, much better than brother."

Cheng Shui said: "I won't be paid until next month, and my brother has to support me for a month."

Yan Qingsheng only thought that Cheng Shui was teasing him. After all, the money for the construction site had just been settled. Although it was not much, it was eight or nine hundred.He pursed his lips and smiled, "It doesn't matter how long you keep it."

The two staggered, walked for about ten minutes, and stopped at the door of the house. Cheng Shui reluctantly let go of Yan Qingsheng, but half of his body, which had never felt cold, was cold because of Yan Qingsheng's sudden departure.Yan Qingsheng went to touch the key, and was taken aback, "The key, the key was also taken away by them!"

Those bastards took his cloth bag directly, and the key was naturally gone.

Cheng Shui said that he would change it tomorrow. He searched around the house, but he did not know where to find a thin wire. "Fortunately, I have some skills."

Yan Qingsheng couldn't laugh or cry.

Cheng Shui wanted to show in front of his brother, and Yan Qingsheng was still sitting on the ground, and he might catch a cold if he sat on the floor for an extra minute.

"Brother, there is something especially suitable for you."

Yan Qingsheng raised his head in doubt, and Cheng Shui approached him holding a large beer bottle with a bare rose stuck in it.

Rose is suitable for him, Cheng Shui thought, if Brother Sheng had a little thought, he would definitely understand what he meant.So he smiled on his face, opened his mouth wider and wider, but held the bottle tightly with his hand, as if he was determined to grasp the anxiety in his heart.

"Yo!" Yan Qingsheng was really pleasantly surprised, "Where did you get the rose? It's so gorgeous and beautiful."

Month, Chinese rose?

"Brother, where did this come from?"

Cheng Shui was struggling hard in his heart: "The boss gave it."

Hearing this, Yan Qingsheng pinched the stem of the flower, pressed a thorn with his fingers, and tried it out. He seemed to have found something. He wanted to tell Cheng Shui, but finally gave up.

"Good looking." He said again, "Thank you boss next time."

Cheng Shui still didn't give up: "Do you like it, brother?"

Yan Qingsheng said: "Of course I like it, but this is given by your boss, and it is still yours."

Cheng Shui said, but I want to send my brother off.

Yan Qingsheng didn't tell him this again, and asked him to put the flowers away, "It's getting late, we brothers have to go to bed quickly, tomorrow is your first day, so you can't be late."

Cheng Shui felt that Yan Qingsheng seemed a little strange, but he couldn't tell. He felt that Yan Qingsheng was sincere when he said he liked the flower, but he was also sincere in not letting him give it away.

Could it be... In fact, he knew it was a rose?

Yan Qingsheng had always taken care of him, and it would be embarrassing to point it out, so he pretended to admit his mistake and gave him a step down.

If this was the case, Cheng Shui's heart sank, and he still didn't want to give up when he really came to the point where he was making such insinuations to restrain his mind.

He likes Brother Sheng, it seems that he likes Brother Sheng even more than he thinks.

He doesn't even want to wander anymore. Once he leaves, will Brother Sheng be bullied again like tonight?

Yan Qingsheng couldn't even enter his house.

The flower is withered and withered, and the beer bottle will not bloom new beautiful flowers by itself.

How will Yan Qingsheng deal with it?

Cheng Shui lay on the bed, tilted his head to look at the man who was taking off his clothes, the soft corners of the clothes were rolled up, revealing his white and thin waistline - his brother is so thin.

The feeling of hugging that waist before seems to be back, a little