The lonely foodie

Mobai took off a green and white jade finger ring from his thumb, and handed it to Ivan, "Take this, find a jade store and sell it, the green and white jade finger ring is quite old, and can be sold at a good price."

Ivan took it with a smile, and pretended to look at the light for a long time, "Brother, did you buy it under the bridge of the train station? Don't throw this thing around. Recently, the garbage classification has been strictly checked, and plastic belongs to recyclable garbage."

Mobai ignored Ivan's taunts, staring at the setting sun rippling on the lake, his amber eyes were clouded with mist, "The Yuyuan Pavilion next to the train station is really deceiving, this finger is still from my former natural residence It was a gift from my father when the shopkeeper was in charge."

Ivan also messed around at the train station... next to... Yuyuan Pavilion?never heard of that!What the hell is Tianranju, a big shopkeeper?God, help me, what is wrong with this world?

But looking at Qu Mobai's serious appearance, it didn't look like a joke. Ivan put the jade finger into his trouser pocket and decided to send it to Longying for appraisal tomorrow.

Long Ying is Ivan's cousin, and she is looking after the shop beside the People's Square, and it happens to be a jade shop.

After Ivan came out from home, he stayed with Longying for a few days. Longying is a nice person, but the key is that he doesn't talk much, and he doesn't like to say things that Ivan doesn't like to hear, so he was the only one he was willing to contact after being promoted successfully. ranks of people.

Ivan was really hungry, and after chatting with Mo Baigui for a while, he led him to the canteen of the Normal University to eat a bowl of chicken noodle soup.

The chicken soup is boiled with essence and water, and the quick-frozen chicken breast is torn into a few strands of chicken shreds, floating in the light soup.

With the experience of eating cakes at Fat Sister's Porridge Shop last time, Ivan broke into a cold sweat at the fate of being complained about this bowl of fake chicken noodle soup.

Mo Bai took out another small transparent plastic bag from the red plastic bag in his hand, opened it, and inside were the two pancakes he picked up from the porridge shop in the morning.

Ivan poked his head and took a look. The big red plastic bag contained his previous blue cloth gown.

The pancakes were already completely cold, and Mo Bai was eating slowly with the chicken noodle soup, and the hot soup with cold pancakes was barely enough to eat.

Ivan took a big mouthful of the boiled noodles, a small lump immediately swelled up on his cheek, he chewed a few times, and swallowed it hastily.

Mo Bai eats more elegantly than him, but he eats a lot. He ate cakes and noodles, and drank the MSG soup that night. He didn't turn on the complaining mode this time, probably because he was more mournful than heartbroken.

He took out the handkerchief to wipe his mouth, saw the sweat stains on it, thought that Ivan had just wiped the sweat off his forehead, paused, put the handkerchief back again, and wiped the corners of his mouth with his slender fingers.

Ivan probably thought of it too, his ears were a little red, he pulled a tissue on the table and handed it to Mobai to wipe his mouth.

Come out from the cafeteria and say goodbye at the school gate.

Ivan knew that Mo Bai might have no place to go at night, but he was used to being alone and rarely got close to others. If he took Mo Bai in, it would be awkward no matter how he thought about it. .

After hesitating for a long time, he finally didn't speak.

Mo Bai smiled at him and said, "Go back, I'll go there." He pointed to the brightly lit KFC.

Finally no longer in a dilemma, Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling somewhat lost for no reason.

Under the shadows of the trees, Ivan swayed further and further away, and the street lamps dragged his shadow so long.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Mobai's mouth, and it was rare to meet by chance. He was happy that Ivan had the chivalry of a young man and a soft heart.

After watching him go away, Mo Bai turned and walked towards KFC.There is a bathroom in KFC, and Mo Bai washes up here in the morning.

He carried the shabby plastic bag to the sink, took out toothpaste and toothbrush, brushed his teeth and washed his face, washed his handkerchief with soap, and scrubbed his face clean.

These things were bought with the change that Ivan gave in the morning. He didn't eat at noon, and he ate the meal he just had with Ivan today, but it was enough for a person who came from the famine era.

The person in the mirror had a braid tied on top of his head like a three-year-old child, looking both familiar and unfamiliar, Mo Bai smiled at him, and he returned a smile like the breeze and the moon.

After washing, Mo Bai went back to the big banyan tree, hung the wet handkerchief on the branch to dry, and leaned against the trunk with his arm pillowed.

Xia Chan's calls were endless, and Mo Bai chirped together, and whistled by himself, with a melodious and melodious tune, unable to feel the difficult situation of the whistler at this time.

Ivan went out early in the morning, took the No. 5 bus at the entrance of the Normal University, then transferred to the No. 1 bus, got off at the People's Square stop, and crossed the road to the Longfeng Jade Carving Shop where Longying works.

It was still early, and Ivan turned into a small alley next to him to eat a bowl of meat swallows. When he was staying with Longying, Ivan often ate the meat swallows from this shop.

The meat-yan seller was a thin, bald man with a strong southern accent in Mandarin.

Meat Yan looks a bit like Chaoshou, which is common here. The difference is that the skin of Meat Yan is made of pork and sweet potato powder, and the inside is filled with pork, fish and shrimp.

Because the skin of the cooked bird's nest is crystal clear, like a bird's nest, it is called meat bird's nest.

The stall owner knew Ivan, brought up the meat swallow and greeted him, "It's been a long time, pretty boy."

Ivan picked up the porcelain pot on the table, added a little vinegar into the bowl, picked up the hot porcelain bowl and blew on it, drank a bowl of soup before replying, "I moved, and now I live far away."

The big bone soup warmed into the stomach, scooped up a glistening meat swallow and chewed it, the rich meaty aroma filled the mouth, and the plump little meatballs burst between the teeth, indescribably tender and crisp.

For some reason, Qu Mobai's pretty face suddenly appeared in Ivan's mind when he ate something good.

Like a child who has a good thing and can't help offering treasures, whenever he thinks of Mo Bai, he has an urge to take him to eat immediately.

And thinking of Mo Bai who spent the night at KFC, Ivan felt guilty again. Knowing that Mo Bai's second idiot spent the night on the street, Ivan probably felt even more guilty.

Long Ying stood behind the glass counter full of jade, wearing white cotton gloves, carefully serving a drop-shaped gold inlaid jade.

The octagonal wind chime hanging above the door rafters rang, and Long Ying raised her head, and saw that it was Ivan who came in, with a look of joy on her face.

"Xiao Fan?" Long Ying put the gold inlaid jade back into the cabinet, ready to take off her gloves.

Ivan held her hand with a smile, took out the jade wrench from his pocket and stuffed it into her palm, "Help me see this wrench."

"Where did you get it?" Long Ying smiled and spread her fingers in front of her.

The kind of jade finger is very transparent, it belongs to the ice kind, the water head is very clean, there is no carving, but there is a touch of very sunny green on the top, which is a rare color.

After carefully looking at the real object, Longying was a little surprised. Master Zhang said that you can't look at the jade under the lamp, so she went outside the house with the jade in her hands and looked carefully under the natural light.

When she returned to the house, Longying's expression became a little serious, "Xiaofan, where did you get this thing?"

Ivan took the cup by himself, filled a glass of water on the tea table in the shop and drank it.

"A friend's, let me find someone to take a look at." He raised his head and drank the water at the bottom of the glass, "He bought it at the train station. What is the name of the store? I have never heard of it. It was bought by someone. Is he cheating? I don’t think he will have any good things.” After all, he is so poor that he has to work for free at the porridge shop.

Long Ying was even more surprised, there were some crudely made Laoshizikeng tourists at the train station, where had he seen such objects.

I couldn't make up my mind, so I said to Ivan, "Wait for me, I'll ask Master Zhang to come out and have a look."

Master Zhang, please take a look?Ivan shook the cup in his hand, feeling dizzy before winning the lottery.

The wrench finger is in the shape of a cylinder, one end edge is concave inward, and the other end edge is convex forward. The material is round and smooth, and the craftsmanship belongs to the late Qing Dynasty.

There are no engravings or lettering on the jade, the avenue is as simple as it is, which makes the sun green even more brilliant.

Long Ying came out from the back room, leaned over to find a small velvet bag in the cabinet, packed the wrench and handed it to Ivan.

"Thousands of tens of thousands of things, just pretend like this, you are really sloppy."

"Ten tens of thousands?" Ivan was so shocked that he almost threw the wrench back into the counter. Qu Mobai wore such a treasure to dig food in other people's trash cans, tsk... What kind of hobby is this?

Long Ying glanced at the jade carving room, and said in a low voice, "It's conservatively estimated to be around [-]. If your friend is willing to sell it, let him talk about it himself, and it is estimated that it can go up."

Long Ying knew Ivan, he was a kid from a good family who was spoiled by his father.Timid, kind-hearted, dare not do bad things.He said it was a friend, and Long Ying believed him.

Ivan stretched out his hand to pinch the small velvet bag, and the hardness of his fingers burned through the soft fabric into his palm, causing him to feel hot for a while.

Knowing that it was a valuable item, Ivan didn't dare to take the bus with his pockets on his back, and backed up the bus twice. If something happened, would Qu Mobai kill him?

Qu Mobai is such a poetic and literary person, probably killing people is like eating western food, the knife is slowly dying, tsk...it's terrible.

Mo Bai sneaked into the bathroom of the Normal University to take a shower in the morning.Next to the bathhouse is the barber shop of the Normal University. The barber shop is outsourced to a Taiwanese barber, and the haircut is 20 yuan per person.

Mo Bai basically knows the current RMB. The change that Ivan gave him yesterday was still 32 yuan. After seeing the price, he raised his leg and stepped in.

"Is the teacher cutting your hair?" A little girl with a round face and curved eyes warmly greeted her.

Mo Bai nodded, looking around the barber shop in this era.

The windows in the store are bright and clean, a row of high-end tools are placed in front of the bright mirror, and the chairs are also extremely soft brown leather chairs.

"Is it 20 yuan for a haircut?" Mo Bai confirmed again, it would be embarrassing to find out that the money is not enough after the haircut.

"Yes." The girl nodded with a smile, "We are all managers of hair salons. We don't do sales promotion. We say 20 is 20. In those sloppy shops outside, you have to go in and have your hair cut. If you agree to wash, cut and blow it, he can't wait to use the hair dryer. Just sell it to you."

Mo Bai pondered for a while, took out 20 yuan from his pocket and put it on the bar, and said to the girl, "I don't want the hair dryer."

"Hi." The girl was amused by him, "Teacher is so funny, let me wash your hair first."

"I've already washed it with soap." Mo Bai said.

The girl smiled and pointed to the hair washing chair in the corner of the curtain, "Teacher, go and lie down there first, and I'll get a towel first. Our towels here are all disinfected for each guest, don't worry."

Mo Bai thought of his handkerchief that was never sterilized, and hung it under the banyan tree to dry after washing it.

After washing his hair, a young man wearing a tight black T-shirt came, with a jade pendant of the Guanyin statue around his neck exposed outside the collar.

"Teacher, just call me Happy." Said the tight T-shirt.

Mo Bai nodded, then shook his head again.

It means that I know that your name is "Happi", but I don't know why your father gave you such a name.

"Teacher, what's your surname?" Ha Pi began to impersonate, the standard speech skills of boys in barbershops all over China.

"Miangui's surname song."

"Yo." Ha Pi is very skilled in business, "Teacher, this is a noble surname."

Mo Bai smiled, not knowing where this nobleman's surname came from.The whole village in the village where he was born had the surname Qu, even Qu Xiazi, who was so poor that he sold his only son.

"What hairstyle will the teacher make today?" Ha Pi asked, "Your facial features are very three-dimensional, how about a slightly curled hair tip? Then dye it in flaxen color, that is the little plum at the peak of your appearance."

Mo Bai didn't know who Xiao Lizi was, but he felt that Hapi would start selling hair dryers any further.

The girl with a round face and smiling eyes couldn't stand it anymore, so she came over and tugged on Harper's tight-fitting T-shirt, "I just cut my head, 20 yuan, and I paid for it."

Ha Pi was stunned for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice became calmer, "Cut it short, right?"

The air was finally quiet.

Mo Bai looked at the jade pendant on Ha Pi's neck from the bright mirror, and didn't understand why there was such a texture of jade. It was stiff and dry in the eyes, and the lines didn't seem to be carved, but it seemed to be solidified by pouring liquid into a container.

The jade pendant on Ha Pi's neck is not a serious jade pendant, but a fast-injected plastic.

Everything seems to be improving in this era, but when you look closely, you feel that many things lack a bit of ingenuity.

For example, the father who named his child Ha Pi, even if he invites a gentleman who has been in a private school, he will not come up with such a name.

When Ivan got out of the taxi, Qu Mobai had already cut his hair, and was holding the plastic bag containing all his wealth, and stood at the door of KFC.

The sky braids were gone, and with neat short hair, he looked at him refreshingly, with the usual gentle smile on his mouth.

Ivan suddenly thought of the blue sky, the smell of plants, and the light of the morning sun.