Dead after eight years [rebirth]

The bloodstains were not very obvious on the gray pants, but the white ones of unknown origin, Mr. Zhang was also a man, so there was no reason why he couldn't understand them.

Cheng Shuibei's face flushed with embarrassment.

On the first day of his new life, he lost such a big person.

Xiao Cheng thought for a long time, and decided to continue playing stupid.He crumpled up the changed clothes, put them in the plastic bag he carried when he came, and returned to the newsstand humming a little tune.

Old man Zhang's son was about the same stature as him, and Cheng Shuibei didn't feel disgusted by wearing short-sleeved shorts that had aged well.

The slippers pulled out from the hotel could not be worn all the time, Cheng Shuibei thought about changing the shoes after earning money, but old man Zhang thoughtfully bought a pair of sandals for the new helper.

When Cheng Shuibei passed by, old man Zhang was pretending not to care and squashing the sandal box: "Change your shoes, what do you look like wearing slippers?"

Cheng Shuibei stretched his feet, just right.

With gratitude to old man Zhang for sending clothes and shoes, Cheng Shuibei became more energetic in his work.

Throughout the afternoon, he packed up all the old newspapers and books in the newsstand that had been out for an unknown number of years, filled two large boxes, and when there were few people, he put them on a tricycle and pulled them to the recycling station for sale. Eighty cents.

When Cheng Shuibei handed the 13 yuan to the old man Zhang, the old man confiscated it and pushed the money back: "You earn it, you should take it."

Old man Zhang explained that if it wasn't Cheng Shuibei, he might not clean it up once in half a year. The money was Cheng Shuibei's labor income, so Xiao Cheng kept it with peace of mind.

Cheng Shuibei solemnly stacked the 13 yuan and the white shirt together, then packed his little luggage and stuffed it in the corner of the newsstand.

At 10:30 in the evening, after seeing off the last wave of guests pouring out of the train station, old man Zhang tremblingly packed his things and prepared to go home.

Cheng Shuibei stayed in the newsstand as he wished.

In the small newsstand of a few square meters, the refrigerator, the stove for cooking tea and eggs, and the goods placed outside will be enough to place an old man's reclining chair.

But Cheng Shuibei was satisfied.

He moved the deck chair outside the newsstand and lay down with folded arms to look at the stars.

In 2005, the slogan of energy conservation and emission reduction was not so loud. In 2005, Jiang Shuo would not limit the number of cars on the road. In 2005, the stars were still bright.

The bright one on the edge of the Milky Way is called Altair.

When Cheng Wenqiu took his two sons to climb to the roof to watch the stars, he always told the story of Altair.

"The brightest star is Dad, and the two little stars behind it are two children. Dad took the children to find Mom."

The father takes the child to find the mother.

When Cheng Shuibei was listening to the story, he didn't know that when Altair and Vega were separated, only a little star could stay with his father.

When old man Zhang came early the next morning with the military kettle on his back, Cheng Shuibei had already boiled the eggs and corn.

"Master Zhang, good morning!"

Cheng Shuibei wore the army green short-sleeves that belonged to the old man Zhang's son, and was busy with joy.

With 13 yuan eight, there will be 23 yuan eight, 33 yuan eight.

Cheng Shuibei thought clearly.

The old newspapers and periodicals can only be sold once every few months. Cheng Shuibei has to think of other ways to make money after he is busy today.

He puts hard-boiled eggs and corn in insulated foam boxes so he can empty the stove from time to time.

Cheng Shuibei found the small pot that old man Zhang usually used to heat up rice, took a paper grate and wrote "cooking instant noodles on behalf of him" and hung it next to it. It didn't take long for the business to come.

It was a young man who had just got off the train. The morning wind was chilly, and he wanted something warm.Cheng Shuibei cooked the instant noodles he had chosen in a small pot, added a poached egg into it according to his instructions, and poured them back into the bucket.

After going back and forth like this, I earned [-] cents for the work, and the money for a tea egg came out.

Cheng Shuibei held the 5 cents he got from old man Zhang, and he was happier than earning [-] yuan before.

Old man Zhang looked at the silly Xiao Cheng, and laughed along with him: "Xiaobei, my uncle won't tell you to work for nothing. At the end of the month, calculate the extra money you earned this month. We are half of each other!"

Old man Zhang insisted that the business was good because of Xiao Cheng's joining, because the daily income of the newsstand was not fixed, and it was not easy to calculate his wages, so he simply discussed with Cheng Shuibei, using the increase in business this month as the source of his wages.

Cheng Shuibei didn't have much idea about the money in 2005 for the time being. He only thought that there was still some time before Cheng Nan's school started in September, so why not do the math first, and agreed with a smile.

On this day, Cheng Shuibei earned four yuan by cooking instant noodles.

He took out a dollar to buy a bag of washing powder, and asked old man Zhang to borrow a basin to wash his shirts and trousers and hang them behind the newsstand, so he had a change of clothes.

Cheng Shuibei originally thought that he would meet Cheng Nan who came to buy eggs when he got up early, but he didn't even meet Cheng Nan after waiting for a few days. Only then did he realize that tea eggs worth [-] cents are also a luxury for Cheng Nan, a luxury that can only be eaten once a week Taste.

A few days later, Cheng Shuibei finally met Cheng Nan who came to buy eggs.

Cheng Nan hung on the edge of the counter to say hello to old man Zhang, Cheng Shuibei saw him coming from a distance, turned his back and pretended to pick up eggs for him calmly.

"Grandpa, you hired a helper!"

Cheng Shuibei happened to be wearing the clothes of old man Zhang's son that day, leaving only his back view. Cheng Nan didn't recognize him at a glance, but saw that there was an extra person in the small newsstand, and thought it was a helper hired by old man Zhang.

"Well, do you see who it is?"

Old man Zhang took the fifty cents from Cheng Nan, just as Cheng Shuibei had finished scooping up the eggs and turned around.

Cheng Nan recognized him: "It's you?!"

The little brat's tone was filled with surprise and joy, and he leaned in front of Cheng Shuibei, looking and looking.

Cheng Shuibei was speechless for a moment, unable to say anything.

Cheng Nan, on the other hand, even forgot to take the eggs, and grabbed his arm and asked endlessly, "Do you work here? Where do you live now? Are the neck and waist injuries healed?"

Cheng Shuibei didn't know which question to start with, but before he could answer, Cheng Nan said on his own: "My dad said, if you still hurt, you have to go to the doctor, and if you feel better You can come to my house to change the medicine another day."

He has always known that his father is a warm-hearted and kind person, but now, as a stranger, he felt the kindness from Cheng Wenqiu for the first time.

"Okay...it's better, thank you." When Cheng Shuibei met Cheng Nan, the witty energy he had in front of old man Zhang was gone, and he could only scratch his head dully.

Knowing that Cheng Shuibei still had to work for a while and could not go home with him to change his dressing, Cheng Nan's head drooped, and in the end he could only hold the tea eggs and the two sticks that Cheng Shuibei stuffed for him dejectedly. Ham sausage is ready to go home.

"Then remember to go to my house to change your medicine when you're done working. You have been to Erdao Hutong. If you forget, Grandpa Zhang knows my address and ask him to tell you." Cheng Nan inherited Cheng Wenqiu's warm heart, and repeatedly told Cheng Shuibei couldn't find his way, so he dragged old man Zhang and muttered for a while, so he was relieved.

Cheng Shuibei's heart was sour and astringent, he looked and looked at Cheng Nan's leaving back.

"Okay, I'll go when I'm done."

Cheng Nan came, and even brought the news that everything was fine for Cheng Wenqiu, which was really good news for Cheng Shuibei who was struggling to get by.

Xiao Cheng's life is getting better day by day. When he felt that he had become numb and adapted to everything in 2005, a person came and brought his vain fantasy back to reality.

It was a sunny and windy morning, Cheng Shuibei was too busy to get up early and there were many people, leaning on the counter and squinting his eyes to rest his mind.

A plain white hand rested next to Cheng Shuibei's drowsy head, and tapped the counter lightly with slender knuckles.

Cheng Shuibei woke up immediately, thinking that there was a guest coming, he struggled to straighten up, and said vaguely: "What do you want?"

There was a pause in the movement of that hand retracting, and it stayed on the edge of the counter, exerting a little force on the knuckles holding the glass.

Old man Zhang hung newspapers and magazines all over the counter, Cheng Shuibei's sight was blocked, and he couldn't see clearly what was going on outside for a while.

There was a long silence outside, and when Cheng Shuibei couldn't bear to go out to have a look, the person standing outside the window finally spoke.

He said, "That night, was it you?"