december

Bai Han lost his way twice along the marks he made, and finally managed to find the way down the mountain.The sun was almost setting.

Master wasn't at the pharmacy today, and Sister Wenxiu gave him another day off, so he had nothing to do.

When he got home, Bai Zike was squatting at the door of the house, smoking two or three spinning tops with a special rope at the same time with a proud face, and a strange child squatted beside him enviously.

Looks pretty awesome, Bai Han thought.He knew that Bai Zike could be regarded as an experienced spinning top player. Since he started playing spinning tops, his skills have gradually matured. His mother loves him so much that she relies on him for everything. Even the spinning tops she plays are bought with high-quality materials and good quality. kind.

Bai Han raised his eyelids and glanced at the room. His mother was probably cooking at the moment.He didn't really want to go into the room and be scolded, so he squatted aside and looked at Bai Zike's spinning top.

"Look at that fart."

Bai Zike never took his eyes off the spinning top, and suddenly said this sentence.

Bai Han rubbed his eyes, took out a penny from his pocket and put it at Bai Zike's feet: "Pay the money, can you read it?"

Bai Zike glanced at him, picked up the penny and put it in his pocket, without saying a word.

The top turned slower and slower, and he took a few more pumps before it started to spin rapidly, and the patterns on it were very beautiful.

Bai Han smiled, and happily patted his knees: "Watching people play monkeys in the middle of the street costs two dollars. Sure enough, the family is easy to bargain."

"What do you mean?" Bai Zike stopped spinning the top and stared at him.

Bai Zike was two years younger than him, and had studied in school for several years, so his brain was not so stupid that he couldn't use it.

Bai Han squatted on the ground without saying a word, while the child next to him was always staring at the spinning top with interest.

Bai Zike suddenly shouted: "Mom! Bai Han called me a monkey!"

You are not a monkey, you are a monkey.

Bai Han argued seriously in his heart.

Bai Zike continued to howl with his eyes closed: "Mom! He scolded me!"

The mother rushed out of the house grabbing the spatula, and looked at him with disgust: "What did you say?!"

"I didn't say..." Bai Han was startled, and stood up staggeringly from the ground.

"Why did you come back so early today, what about the wages?" His mother glared at him.

"I'm on vacation today, no..." Bai Han looked at her a little afraid to continue.

As soon as his mother raised her hand, she threw the spatula towards his chest, leaving a long yellow mark on his cloth shirt which had already been washed and could no longer see the color.

It's so ugly, it's like shit.

Bai Han thought.

"You've been wandering around outside all day, right? I've been doing so much work at home all by myself! You white-eyed wolf! Do you have a conscience? It's embarrassing if you don't get paid Come back! Who gave you your face! That old ghost in your coffin gave it to you, right?"

Mother grabbed Bai Han's ear cursingly and twisted it hard.

Very painful, sharp pain.

Bai Han shrank his shoulders, did not hide, and gritted his teeth tightly.

Bai Zike was very satisfied with the scene in front of him, humming and bouncing into the house for dinner.

The child who was squatting on the side saw Bai Zike enter the room, then turned his head and looked at the mother who was twisting the ear and Bai Han who was twisting the ear with guilt, then quickly picked up a few spinning tops on the ground and stuffed them In his arms, he didn't even drop the rope that Bai Zike had thrown aside.

"Do you have face? Do you have face? If you dare to come back, who gave you face!" Mother still grabbed his ear, cursing and swearing.

People without culture are prone to lack of words.Bai Han sighed.

When the child was gone, he reminded softly, "My brother's spinning top seems to have been taken away."

"Did you... oh what?" The mother let go of his ears as if she didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

"Spinning tops," Bai Han explained to her patiently, pointing to the ground, "The few spinning tops my brother just threw here were taken away by a child."

"The fuck took it away?" Mother yelled, "It's quite expensive to buy! Did you see it?!"

Bai Han nodded.

The kid just looked at him face-to-face, maybe he's a kid from a new family, anyway, he's never seen him before, so he doesn't have much impression.

"Then why don't you fucking talk!" His mother slapped him on the head, "What's the use of me raising you, you bastard! Son of a bitch..."

Speaking of which, she also felt something was wrong, so she stopped talking and stared at Bai Han in a stalemate.

Bai Zike, who was eating with a bowl in his hand, came out of the house, looked at his mother, then glanced at Bai Han.

"What's the matter, are you scolding the little bastard?" Bai Zike chuckled, looking gloating.

"Your spinning top has been stolen." Bai Han added kindly, "You still have the rope."

"What..." Bai Zike almost lost his grip on the bowl, pushed Bai Han away and looked for a few moments on the ground, then jumped up, "Where is my spinning top! Mother, my spinning top is gone!"

"What are you shouting for?" His mother glared at him, "I'll buy you a new one later, let me go in."

"No! I want those!" Bai Zike threw down his bowl and burst into tears, not forgetting to kick Bai Han's knee hard, "It's all your fucking fault! Sangmenxing!"

Bai Han brushed the dust off his knees, raised his eyelids and looked at him calmly.

"Come in!" Mother slapped Bai Zike on the back and shouted.

Only then did Bai Zike twitch his shoulders and reluctantly entered the room.

"You," my mother bent down to pick up the spatula and bowls and chopsticks on the ground, and looked at him blankly, "Go outside, don't come back, starve to death and freeze to death."

"The weather isn't too bad." Bai Han looked up at the sky, and said honestly, and even tried to show a smile with the corner of his mouth raised.

Mother gritted her teeth and pointed at him with a spatula, then turned and went back to the house, and locked the door firmly.

The sky was completely dark, and the clouds were full of stars.

Bai Han wandered around the door for a while, then walked out of the alley and onto the street.

It's dinner time now, and the street is quite lively, restaurants and shops of all sizes are crowded with diners.Bai Han quite likes to join in the fun, looking around and watching all kinds of shops wandering all the way.

He stopped at a porridge stall and sniffed.

Osmanthus porridge, very fragrant, very fragrant and very fragrant.

Bai Han remembered that when his father was still alive, he would occasionally make sweet-scented osmanthus porridge for him, which was also very fragrant.At that time, my mother had just been married for a few years, and her temper was not so strong, and she would give him a good face when she was happy.

Bai Han swallowed in a daze, feeling a little indescribably sad.

The owner of the porridge shop looked up at him: "Brother, would you like a bowl?"

"Come on." Bai Han nodded, and took out her pocket.

The owner of the porridge shop responded, and just about to lift the lid of the pot to serve him a bowl, Bai Han said again, "But I don't have enough money."

"What did you say?" The porridge shop owner looked at him like a fool.

"Five cents a bowl, right? Give him a bowl." Someone slapped the money on the boss's table, "And some steamed buns or something."

Bai Han suddenly raised his head and stared at him in disbelief.

"What are you looking at?" Ming Jing glanced at him, dragged a long bench, patted it, and sat down.

Bai Han also sat down.

"I'm a little skeptical. Does your master really pay you?" Ming Jing leaned back on the table naturally, looked at him with her head propped up, "Why don't you even have money for porridge?"

"Give it to my mother, she will keep it for me." Bai Han lowered his head and poked a small hole in the table, and said in a muffled voice.

"My filial son." Ming Jing nodded, "Then why don't you go home for dinner?"

"I was kicked out." Bai Han said.

"Ah? Why?" Ming Jing picked up the teapot on the table and poured herself a glass of water.

Bai Han cut down what happened just now and told him again.

Ming Jing almost choked after hearing this, and couldn't stop being so happy: "You did it on purpose, if I were your mother, I would beat you too."

"Really?" Bai Han also smiled.

"It's okay, go back and admit your mistakes, and your mother won't be angry. When I made my old lady angry, I would admit my mistakes with a shy face, and just make her happy. It's okay." Ming Jing took the boss's hand The porridge and steamed buns that came over, "Eat quickly."

"Thank you, brother Mingjing." Bai Han took a spoon and slowly stirred the bottom of the bowl, thought for a while and then sighed, "How come you invite me to dinner again, when will I be able to invite you?"

"It's not a treat, it's a loan, just pay me back the money for the meal when we see you next time." Ming Jing said.

Bai Han looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" Ming Jing also looked at him.

"It's nothing." Bai Han lowered his head to drink the porridge again, then raised his head again when he thought of something, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Not hungry." Ming Jing said.

"Oh, you have the stomach of a fairy, you are not hungry every time I ask you." Bai Han nodded and finished the porridge in one go.

"Well, the stomach of a fairy." Ming Jing responded by turning the water glass.

Bai Han finished all the steamed buns and burped when he walked out of the porridge shop with Ming Jing.

Very full.Very satisfied.

"As long as you can't even get five cents, don't you ask me to have dinner every day?" Ming Jing walked slowly along the street with him, "This meal will be waived, and besides, it would have been too late." It’s not about saving lives.”

Then you came to the pharmacy early today to ask me to treat you to dinner.Bai Han said something from the bottom of his heart.

He raised his eyes and looked at Ming Jing: "No, it cannot be avoided."

Ming Jing wanted to speak but was interrupted by him: "You set the time, no, let's do it tomorrow, tomorrow night, you set the restaurant in Yuancheng, you can eat wherever you want."

Ming Jing raised her eyebrows and said nothing, thinking that this child is quite stubborn.

"But it shouldn't be too expensive..." Bai Han lowered his eyes and added, "I'm afraid that the money I have saved is not enough for a meal, is that okay?"

Ming Jing sighed, looked at him and nodded.

The author has something to say: dbq, Xiaobai in our family is really too poor.cover face.jpg