Shanghai morning

Wang Yao took the bowls and chopsticks to the sink to wash, but the hair rope suddenly broke, probably because the things had been used for too long.But it's inconvenient to let loose hair at the moment, Wang Yao was holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand, seeing if there was no one around, he held one chopstick horizontally in his mouth, and used the other to tie up his hair hastily.

Unknowingly, Wang Yao just bit his chopsticks and began to sing. He has no talent, and his singing skills can only reach the level of not being out of tune.While entertaining himself, someone came to him without noticing.

Ivan crossed his arms and looked at Wang Yao. Although that one didn't sing very well, the look of the two soft lips being stretched by the chopsticks was quite sexy, completely different from the usual appearance.Ivan couldn't help laughing: "Can you sing while biting chopsticks?"

Wang Yao took the chopsticks out of his mouth, turned to look at Ivan and said, "What is this? My stepmother can sing Handeng Dagu, not only biting the chopsticks, but also putting three burning candles on the chopsticks!" Recently Wang Yao's attitude towards Ivan was much better. After all, Ivan picked him up drunk last time, otherwise he would have frozen to death on the streets of Shanghai.

Ivan tilted his head and blinked his eyes: "Stepmother? I've never heard you say that. Where is she now?"

"Run away with the big red men under Sun Chuanfang." Wang Yao said lightly.

Ivan realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"It's nothing, it happened many years ago." Wang Yao raised his right arm and rubbed his forehead with his rolled up sleeve, not to wipe sweat, but to brush away the hair that slipped into his eyes.

Ivan was at a loss for words, this Chinese person always protects himself too well, and does not let anyone see his fragility, as if he would not be hurt in this way, but in fact he is just deceiving himself.Better to be frank when drunk, Ivan thought to himself.

When he left Paramount that day, Wang Yao was so drunk that he couldn't find the north, so he walked back the same way, but no matter which way he saw, he just sat at the gate of Jing'an Temple, hoping to wait until he sobered up before going home. Unexpectedly, he fell asleep after sitting down.

Wanwan couldn't wait for Wang Yao at home, so he ran around in a hurry, ran to the attic to find Iwan, and asked him to help find his brother.Ivan readily agreed, since he is idle anyway, he might as well go to Shanghai Beach at night.He walked along the road to Paramount, thinking that he would meet Wang Yao in this way, but unexpectedly saw a man curled up on the ground at the gate of Jing'an Temple. neighbors.Ivan hurried forward to help Wang Yao up. The drunken man was like a puddle of water. He got up and fell down again. Ivan had to wrap his arms around him, lift his body and lean against the wall.

"Hey, wake up! Do you want to spend the night here?" Ivan patted Wang Yao's face, his cheeks were hot, and he could smell the smell of alcohol when he got close, but to Ivan's surprise, he Actually touched something wet.

Wang Yao shook his head and muttered in an indistinct voice: "I want to go home..."

"Stand up if you want to go home, don't be like noodles!" Ivan put his hands under Wang Yao's armpits, trying to make his body soften into marshmallows and restore his human shape, "You have to use some strength yourself, you have no bones ?” But Wang Yao couldn’t hear his complaints, he just limp and let Ivan manipulate him.

Suddenly, Ivan felt something hot and humid flowed onto his hand, and found Wang Yao's body was shaking. He couldn't help shaking Wang Yao and asked, "Why are you crying?" , his face was blurred with tears.

"Hey, are you broken in love?" Iwan asked jokingly while wiping Wang Yao's face.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yao actually answered: "Yes..."

"It's the most boring reason!" Ivan had no choice but to put Wang Yao's limp arms on his shoulders, carry him to call a rickshaw, and pay the fare with Wang Yao's money.

"I admit that I am also an alcoholic, but I have never troubled others when I was drunk!" After returning home, Ivan said to Wanwan.

"He's quite tall, so why are you so narrow-minded?" Wanwan rolled his eyes at Iwan, "Why does my brother seem to cry?"

Iwan instinctively thought that he should cover for Wang Yao: "Uh, it's like this when he's drunk, Yao is not bad, and some people will run to the street and take off his clothes while dancing."

"Really?" Wanwan was dubious, "Is foreign wine so powerful?"

Ivan shrugged: "I did this kind of thing, and it was winter in Moscow."

"Then what happened afterwards? Who picked you up?" Wanwan was full of interest.

Ivan immediately turned into a bitter face: "My sister."

"How dare you say that you haven't troubled others?" Wanwan gave Iwan a hard look, then turned his head and threw a wet towel on Wang Yao's face, who was unconscious, "A pair of drunks!"

When Wang Yao woke up the next day, all the neighbors came to ask what the dance was like, Wang Yao complained: "It's really not a good place, the trade dance that foreigners dance is so uncomfortable! And the foreign wine is also weird, sweet It’s like soda, you’ll get down before you drink two glasses!”

Ivan leaned into his ear: "Then he cried like a child who couldn't find a home."

"Shut up!" Wang Yao pushed Ivan aside.

Xiaotai asked curiously and enviously: "Old Wang, have you danced with the foreign woman? I heard that the foreign woman has a scent on her body. Is it true?"

Before Wang Yao could answer, Xiao Yue stomped his feet angrily: "You still want a foreign woman? I won't be with you! Find a foreign woman to mend your clothes for you!" He said with an old coat in his hand Throw it on Xiaotai's head and run out by himself.

"Hey, Xiaoyue, I didn't mean that!" Xiaotai hurriedly grabbed his clothes and chased him out.

Later, Wang Yao lent the little dress presented by Francis to Xiaotai, and asked him to dress decently and hold the trough cake to apologize to Xiaoyue, finally the little girl stopped being angry.

After reminiscing, Ivan realized that he had been in a daze for quite a while, and Wang Yao had almost finished washing the dishes, and he didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with Ivan staring blankly beside him.Ivan raised his hand to touch the chopsticks that Wang Yao used to tie his hair: "Why did you stick the chopsticks on your head?" The touch didn't matter, but the chopsticks were knocked off, and Wang Yao's long hair immediately spread out and fell to the ground. shoulders.

"What are you doing?" Wang Yao raised his hand to fiddle with his hair in dissatisfaction.

"Don't move, it looks pretty like this." Ivan said with a smile.

"Go away!" Wang Yao put the washed dishes into the cupboard, turned around and went upstairs.

Ivan was not annoyed, and ran up to the attic in a few steps to continue his daily work—recording the interesting experiences of the day.