The second marriage of the stars

"Did you really leave that man?" Xiao Lin bit the crispy fried shrimp, and while there were no customers, he sat in front of the counter to help out: "I know you are kind, but he was hurt so badly, if he died It's not good for your reputation to spread it in the clinic. I think it's better to call the police, or hand it over to the Disabled Persons' Federation to deal with it, and don't make a fuss."

"The dumb man's fever went down in the morning, he is very energetic, and he is fine. I think if he was willing to seek help, he would have gone to the police station a long time ago. Why did he have to suffer like this? There must be something hard to say. Besides, no one has anything hidden in their hearts that they don't want others to know. , let’s not push it too hard, we’ll ask him when he’s emotionally stable.” Seven years ago, on the way to escape, Xing Zai also hid in Tibet, afraid that others would find out that he had a big belly, and that his husband’s family would chase him and force him to have an abortion. Anyone who stares at him will be terrified.Those days were like nightmares, so he understood the mute's reluctance to say anything: "He can eat a few bowls of rice for me, and I can still afford three meals of steamed buns a day."

"You, you have a very kind heart. I'm not afraid that he will make you poor, but..." Xiao Lin said halfway, and lowered his voice mysteriously: "Have you ever thought about it, he is not a local, where did he come from?" Come on, where are you going, there is always a reason for why you were injured so badly. If you offend some important person, then you will get into trouble, and it’s okay if you are alone, what if Doudou is implicated!"

It's okay not to say, but when he said it, he lost his mind, and after a few minutes of trance, he felt that it was really ill-considered to take in a random person of unknown origin. It seems that the mute can't stay for long, and send him away when he recovers from his injuries.

After chatting for a few more words, Xing Zai returned to the clinic, where the mute was playing checkers with his son.He glanced at it, and saw that the atmosphere on the table was very harmonious. Doudou was speaking childish and childish words, and the man listened with a smile, occasionally stroking the little guy's head with his big thick hands.It's rare for a child to like an outsider so much, he can't say anything to drive him away.

Let's wait a few days for the order to evict guests. He is injured now, and he has no relatives or friends. He has nowhere to go after being driven away. It's a pity.Thinking of this, my heart softened again, and I decided to let it go.

Probably because of his good physical fitness, the mute recovered quickly, and he was able to go to the field to help in a few days.Another week or so passed, and the injury was almost healed. Except for the scar that could not be removed, there were basically no sequelae.Originally, he was going to be asked to leave when he was in good health, but with him, Xing Xiao didn't need to intervene in the chores at home. The men who had made him irritated for a long time cleaned up, washed, cleaned, disinfected, and even bought vegetables, cooked meals, picked up Doudou, and sent Doudou to the special class. Yes, well done.

The most important thing is that the son likes him so much that he sticks together even when he sleeps at night.In short, half a month of getting along with him made him a little bit reluctant to part with this person, so he never said anything about it.

"It smells so good. Give me a piece of what you cooked today." Doudou is a bit picky eater. She doesn't like vegetables. She gets angry in summer and often has nosebleeds.After learning about this situation, Dumb took the initiative to take charge of the three meals. From the selection of ingredients to the cooking, the collocation of the dishes was very careful, considering the nutritional balance and preserving the deliciousness. This is something that a father who is not good at cooking can't do.

Special pan-fried hamburger steak, made with chopped okra and appropriate amount of high-gluten flour mixed in ground meat.Okra is rich in a variety of vitamins and natural pectin, which can protect the stomach and enhance physical strength, and its juice can make the meat more tender and smooth, and it’s great to eat in bread—the dumb explained carefully on the paper , while flipping the hamburger steak the size of a sun cake in the pan, the movements were orderly, without feeling flustered at all.He even took the time to wash and cut vegetables, and cooked a pot of cabbage tofu vermicelli soup with green onions floating on the surface, which whetted the appetite.

"This food is delicious, but okra is not good. Doudou is very afraid of sticky food." Yam, taro, and okra are vegetables that he will never touch.

I made it and he was sure to eat it - super confident handwriting with a smiley face on it.

When it came to the table, the man sandwiched the steak with sliced ​​bread, sprinkled with finely chopped lettuce, and smeared with fresh homemade tomato sauce.Sure enough, Doudou had no doubts, and ate two in one go, wiping his mouth and saying more, which made someone dumbfounded.

Next time you challenge bitter gourd, it will get rid of the fire, and it will be good for your health--the latest goal of a man is written in the small book, which makes Xingzhao say that if you can make Doudou swallow bitter gourd, I will worship you as my teacher!

You don't need to be a teacher, if I can do it, you can hire me as a nanny.I don’t need wages, I just need food and lodging, I’m willing to do anything, and I’m not afraid of suffering—the dumb handwriting was a bit scribbled when he wrote this passage, and it can be seen that he is also very nervous, afraid of being rejected.

His will was very strong, and even if he couldn't express it in words, he could clearly feel this person's eagerness to stay here.Although it is good to find such a capable free laborer, as a father, after listening to Xiao Lin's advice, Xing Zou is still worried that the mute of unknown origin will cause trouble.After all, he himself has some unclear past, so it's better not to cause trouble.

"How did your face hurt?" Before you figure out the reason, you can't promise easily.

The mute's hand trembled, the knuckles holding the pen turned white from the force, and his face was full of complicated expressions that hesitated to speak.

His brows were knotted, and the scars that were already intertwined were squeezed together even more forcefully, making them extremely ugly.With such a terrifying and ferocious face, Xing Hao couldn't take his eyes off at all.He stared into the man's eyes for a long time, not letting go of any slight changes, and then experienced a strong emotion called pain in the silent air.His expression is so heavy that it can even be described as tragic. If you have to say something to embody this mood, it should be that you have lost something important, and you will regret it after the lead is washed away...

Xingzhao suddenly felt a sudden dizziness, not a physiological reaction of pregnancy, but infected by the mute's pain, and he was at a loss together with him.However, the mute also looked at Xingzhao, there were too many unknown sparkles in his eyes, and he couldn't tell what it was.

It took him a long time before he wrote, the tip of the pen trembled violently, he didn't write anything, and finally he only drew a few strokes—forgot all of them.

"I'm just asking casually, it's okay, just tell me when you think about it." Knowing that he was lying, this person didn't have amnesia at all, but for some reason, seeing his extremely sad side face, Xing Zou couldn't say anything else tough. I can only comfort the words: "Amnesia not caused by trauma is generally the result of people who are unwilling to face reality after being traumatized and deliberately choose to forget the painful experience. This is a self-healing method. Although I am not a spiritualist It's serious, but it shouldn't be a disease that can't be cured, it's okay, take it easy."

Xing Zou didn't know what he was talking about, so he babbled nonsense, but the mute changed the topic to another place - I heard that the local is rushing to the market today, let's go and see?I haven't seen what a market for ethnic minorities looks like, so I'm curious.

"Okay, I'll call Doudou." Ganchang is the local dialect, that is, Ganji in Mandarin. It is a mobile market held in rotation in many surrounding towns and towns. Arranged according to the lunar calendar, the ancient town of Zangcang has two days a month. .As long as it’s time to go to the market, the streets are bound to be crowded, full of people selling all kinds of snacks, mountain products, agricultural products, and ethnic ornaments. Everything you need in life can be found in the market.The trading method is also very interesting, you can buy it with money, and there is also the original barter, which is very interesting.

Although he doesn't like rushing to the market, the mute has never been there, so it's good to accompany him for a walk.

When we arrived at the trade area, there were indeed many people, and Doudou was interested in everything, looking around and running around.Xingzhao couldn't hold him, and was almost swept away by the crowd several times. This is also the reason why he doesn't like the market, it's too difficult to take the children shopping: "Doudou, don't run around!"

It's okay, I hugged him - writing this sentence in a hurry, the mute lifted Doudou over his head and let him ride on his shoulders.

"Wow, that's so tall!" Seeing his son so happy, Xing Hao also laughed, and inexplicably popped out a sentence about how it feels like a family of three.As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that he had said the wrong thing, and looked back at the dumb man, who was surrounded by the buckwheat jelly stand looking surprised, and didn't pay attention to what he said at all.Fortunately, he was not heard, otherwise it would be too embarrassing, he breathed a sigh of relief, he hurried over and ordered three slightly spicy ones: "Although this is a rural place, there are a lot of gourmet snacks, and the taste is not inferior to the big ones in the city." Restaurant, try it."

Buckwheat jelly is a local specialty snack. It is made from shelled buckwheat and ground into fine powder.At first glance, it looks like ordinary pea flour, but its color is gray. Although it looks bad, it tastes very unique, which cannot be found in other places.Buckwheat jelly pays attention to buying and eating immediately, and the seasoning is also very particular. There are seventeen or eighteen kinds of ingredients alone, mainly hot and sour, topped with red oil, very refreshing.

The mute had never eaten this food before, and the first bite was so hot that tears flowed down his face, and he coughed for a long time.Xingzhao laughed and said that you really can't eat chili, how can you survive here in the future.People in Guizhou don’t enjoy spicy food, eat without wine, and can have nothing else, except chili and wine.

I can drink the wine, but I need to get used to the chili.But you said that you can eat spicy food, so you can call it mildly spicy. Looking at the guests at other tables, there are more chili peppers than jelly—the dumb man retorted unconvinced.

"Because I'm pregnant, I can't eat too strong flavors, it's not good for the stomach." Anyway, if he stays here, he will know that he is pregnant sooner or later, and he can't hide it, so he might as well say earlier: "What, are you scared? There are still men who can have children these days, don’t they often report in the news.”

Who—— the dumb face who was smiling just now sank, and the pen tore through the paper.

Whose child I am pregnant has nothing to do with you, right? Xingzhao was taken aback, unable to understand the man's reaction, but he had a good temper and didn't take it to heart: "Who else could it be? Of course it's my son, a direct relative. .”

No, I'm asking who is the father of your child... No, it's the father, and it's not right, it's the man who provided the sperm—it can be seen that he is very anxious, and he crossed out many words in a row.

Of course Xingzhao knew what the mute was asking, but he didn't want to answer, so he imitated his amnesia trick and pushed everything down to poor memory: "I can't remember what happened so long ago. Speaking of which, I'm also a middle-aged 30-year-old. Yes, the hippocampus has shrunk a lot, and it often goes east to west. Ah, I remembered, did you ask me to find a job earlier? In this way, you will have a bitter gourd feast for dinner later. If Doudou can eat all the dishes Eat, and you stay."

The author has something to say: The ancient town of Zangzang where the protagonist lives is actually a virtual town combined with the author’s birthplace and the author’s father’s hometown. Try to write it reasonably, and there may be some descriptions of food and natural scenery. Many, not overwhelming.The ethnic customs, famous and high-quality specialties, and local snacks that appear in the article are all real customs in Guizhou.