How about being each other's scumbags?

Xie Zhiwei's life was temporarily settled.The proprietress who rented the house to him was surnamed Li, she was very pretty, she could speak Mandarin and local dialect fluently, she should have been married, but she had never met her partner.

Xie Zhiwei went to a nearby supermarket to buy the necessary daily necessities, and officially started his life in this strange town.

The taste here is similar to that of City B. There are almost no dishes without Chinese prickly ash and chili. Xie Zhiwei is not used to eating it, so every time he orders, he repeats repeatedly not to put those seasonings.

Compared with City B, the pace of life here is much slower. Although it is a small town, there is still a large park. In the morning and afternoon, you can see the elderly and children playing in it.

Xie Zhiwei found a part-time job here—accompanying elementary school students to do homework, 20 yuan an hour, usually teaching two or three hours a day.

Now that it's early spring, the weather has warmed up a bit, and Xie Zhiwei's legs don't hurt so much, but he can't stand for a long time, so he can only find a job where he can sit.

In this way, Xie Zhiwei can only earn [-] a day at most, except for the rent, barely enough to eat.He didn't have a diploma, didn't dare to use his ID card, and even used a fake name. If he really wanted to make a big move, he might be arrested by Xie Jiao immediately.

The only good thing is that the consumption level in this city is not high. Xie Zhiwei only spends more than 20 yuan for three meals a day.

Xie Zhiwei usually starts to go to work at six o'clock in the afternoon, so he got up very late in the morning, and it was almost ten o'clock before he went to have breakfast slowly.

The proprietress surnamed Li was knitting a sweater in her hand, she raised her head and saw Xie Zhiwei who came back from breakfast, and the corner of her mouth twitched: "I just got up now, why is a young man so lifeless."

Xie Zhiwei was wearing a big sweater that didn't fit. This sweater was bought from his street stall. It didn't look good and didn't fit well. The only advantage was keeping warm.

"Then what does it mean to be energetic?" Xie Zhiwei sat next to her.

"At least you won't wake up now." Mrs. Li said, "You have nothing to do during the day?"

Xie Zhiwei: "It's nothing, why, do you want to introduce me to a job?"

"Introduce a job?" Mrs. Li sneered and narrowed her eyes: "You can't even show your ID card, how dare I introduce you to a job."

Xie Zhiwei also smiled, but stopped talking.

Today the sun is very good, shining through the window, shining on Xie Zhiwei's body, there is a warm smell, Xie Zhiwei squinted his eyes and enjoyed this quiet moment: "Who are you knitting a sweater for, your child?"

"Can't I knit for myself?" The proprietress lowered her head, her hands kept moving.

"You wear such small clothes?" Xie Zhiwei said, "You're lying to ghosts.

He originally thought that the proprietress would refute, but he didn't expect her to be silent.Xie Zhiwei didn't ask further, he could tell that the proprietress was also a person with a story.

Xie Zhiwei went for a stroll in the park in the afternoon, played a few games of chess with some old men he just met, and waited until after five o'clock before going to the primary school students' house.

The primary school student's name is Xu Huihui, an eight-year-old girl. Although her name has the word Hui, which sounds very quiet, she is actually more mischievous than boys, and she doesn't like studying, let alone doing homework.

She has been unable to complete her homework for a long time, and her parents are busy with work, so she can only spend some money to hire someone to accompany her to do homework.

"Why are you here again!" Xu Huihui pouted when she saw Xie Zhiwei, she was so annoyed by Xie Zhiwei now, she came to watch her do her homework every day, couldn't finish her homework, couldn't go out to play or watch cartoons!

"If you finish your homework honestly earlier, I can leave earlier." Xie Zhiwei said, "Didn't you say you wanted sugar buns yesterday, and I brought you one."

Xu Huihui snorted, but was still bought by Xie Zhiwei's sugar buns.Xie Zhiwei understands the mentality of children very well, so he often brings some snacks to Xu Huihui, because of this the relationship with Xu Huihui is also relatively good.

Xu Huihui gnawed on the candy bun, while Xie Zhiwei took her schoolbag and dug out the homework.

"What homework do you have today?" Xie Zhiwei asked.

"Not much." Xu Huihui's mouth was full of black sesame seeds: "Just copy that short paragraph."

"Are you sure?" Xie Zhiwei glanced at her: "I'd better call your head teacher."

"Stop typing." Xu Huihui immediately became angry: "There are still new words for dictation!"

Xie Zhiwei just laughed.

After eating the steamed buns, Xu Huihui started to do her homework. Xie Zhiwei sat next to her and read a book. He asked Xu Huihui's parents if they could read the books in the study room. After getting permission, when Xu Huihui was doing her homework, he would read beside her.

Xu Huihui writes very slowly. She belongs to the kind of child with mild obsessive-compulsive disorder and cannot bear any distortion of her handwriting.

After writing for a while, she raised her head and said, "Chen Shi, lend me your mobile phone."

"What phone?" Xie Zhiwei didn't lift his head: "Call me Brother Chen."

"It's your mobile phone." Xu Huihui pouted: "Just use it."

Xie Zhiwei put down the book and said very seriously: "I don't have a mobile phone."

"You lied, how could you not have a mobile phone!" Xu Huihui didn't believe it at all - even she had a mobile phone, although her mother kept it most of the time.

"I really don't have one." Xie Zhiwei turned out his trouser pocket: "I'm so poor, where can I buy a mobile phone?"

Xu Huihui was obviously taken aback when she heard this, and then she looked at Xie Zhiwei with more caution. Obviously, she really regarded Xie Zhiwei as a poor poor boy.

Perhaps because of this conversation, Xu Huihui was very quiet in the following time, and finished her homework quietly without being urged by Xie Zhiwei.

Xie Zhiwei was happy to see such a situation, so he didn't bother to explain.

At 08:30 in the evening, Xu Huihui's parents came back. The family is not bad. Knowing that Xie Zhiwei must have not eaten dinner, after greeting Xie Zhiwei to have a meal, he settled today's bill with Xie Zhiwei.

Xie Zhiwei went out with 60 yuan, and saw Xu Huihui looking at him cautiously, showing hesitant to speak.

Xie Zhiwei felt happy, and pretended to be depressed and whispered next to Xu Huihui: "It's okay, I will buy a mobile phone in the future."

Xu Huihui's eyes burst into tears.

The very unscrupulous Xie Zhiwei went out.

60 yuan, plus a dinner, after this, Xie Zhiwei has more than 40 yuan left.In fact, this kind of life is not bad to a certain extent, at least Xie Zhiwei doesn't have to entangle with Xie Jiao every day about those troublesome love-hate relationships.

After leaving Xu Huihui's house, Xie Zhiwei went to the night market to buy a blanket. It cost 53 yuan. It was not beautiful, but one word was enough to meet Xie Zhiwei's request - thick!

He took the blanket, and when he went back, he grilled two kebabs at the barbecue stand, eating them while arriving home.

It was almost ten o'clock, and the light in the living room was still on. Xie Zhiwei walked in, only to find that Mrs. Li was playing mahjong with several people, and one of them was the girl Yang Jiajia who introduced Xie Zhiwei to this place.

"Two cakes!" When Xie Zhiwei walked in, it happened to be Yang Jiajia's turn to play a card. As soon as she played the two cakes, the proprietress yelled, "You're stupid!"

"Are you back?" The proprietress looked at Xie Zhiwei with a smile: "Tell me about the cold night, I still have a thick quilt, what kind of blanket do you buy?"

"It's okay." Xie Zhiwei said, "I'll use it in the future, how about playing cards?"

"Chen Shi, do you want to have two too?" Yang Jiajia called Xie Zhiwei's random name: "I lost a lot tonight...Ma'am, you are so lucky."

The proprietress just smiled: "Chen Shi, here are two."

Xie Zhiwei thought for a while, nodded, and then put the blanket on the sofa casually.

The next time, it was Xie Zhiwei's personal display. He had a superb memory and was able to count cards. He drew several big cards in a row, and won back his living expenses for the next few days.

Seeing that the momentum was not right, the proprietress immediately asked to retreat, and Xie Zhiwei also agreed to end it - winning too much of the landlord's money is not a good thing.

By doing things by himself, he can only earn [-] in two days, and playing mahjong can earn [-] in one night. Xie Zhiwei suddenly found that he seemed to have opened the door to a new world—he remembers clearly that in the park of this small town, every morning They all played a lot of cards.

"Go to bed early." The proprietress said to Xie Zhiwei before returning to the bedroom: "If you feel cold, tell me, don't buy any blankets, this blanket looks thick, but it is not warm."

"Thank you." Xie Zhiwei thanked earnestly.

The game ended, and the living room became quiet. Xie Zhiwei took the blanket on the sofa into his hands, rubbed the rough texture, and was a little distracted for some reason.In his previous life, before he inherited the Xie family, he never lived at the bottom of society. He had a rich material life, could wear the most expensive clothes, and eat the most delicious dishes.

But now, Xie Zhiwei lifted off the sheets and mattress, put the rough blanket under it, and spread it out little by little - now, even eating a meat dish makes him feel distressed for a long time.Xie Zhiwei suddenly remembered a line of lyrics: I used to have everything, but in a blink of an eye it was all gone like smoke.

But even so, Xie Zhiwei has no regrets. Compared with eternal sleep, he would rather live humblely, because as long as he lives, there is hope. He can still meet many things that make him happy and people who give him warmth. , not alone, alone, lonely, forever swallowed up by the cold darkness.

Xie Zhiwei took off his shoes and was about to go to bed when he heard a knock on the door. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the proprietress holding a thick quilt in her hand.

The woman in her thirties smiled like a mother to him: "I just read the weather forecast, and it's going to cool down, so you take it and cover it first, and then ask me for it when it's cold."

Xie Zhiwei was silent for a long time before reaching out to take it, and then said hoarsely to the proprietress: "Thank you."