Sand sculpture heroes come out of youth

The black sword suit on his body was crooked, and Nomad quickly touched the crotch of his pants while arranging his clothes.

The 180° volley split did not tear the pants!

The hanging heart fell back into his stomach, and he remembered to look at the people leaning on the edge of the long table.

Very cool dude.

The round cut is long, and the hair has bleached a little to blue-gray. It is probably because of the good shape of the head that he dared to cut such an arrogant hairstyle.

The face is three-dimensional, the brow bone is slightly high, the eye sockets are deep, and the eyes are deep.

The upper body is a smoky gray loose vest, with a chain hanging around the neck, and the pendant is hidden into the vest; the lower body is the same color nine-point home pants, with legs stretched out to him, arms crossed, and looking at him.

"Brother, you are, are you making leather?" Nomad glanced at the long table behind the man, and then at the windless automatic animal skin bracket with rollers at the bottom. He felt that his face was so hot, who did he look like? It's like slapping them both.

In the local dialect, making leather means making leather belts and tailors.

Jin Cheng was obviously taken aback, and then turned his head to smile, then nodded and said, "It's sort of."

"No wonder," You Mu felt relieved, "You took this whole skin?"

"Yes, it's reserved for the slaughterhouse." Jin Cheng deliberately followed the child's brain circuit and said in his heart, it's also enough to let the imagination run wild.

"That's the sun and the wind." Nomad lived in his own world without realizing it and didn't want to wake up. "Especially in summer, the heat breeds bacteria and attracts flies... Brother, you are busy, I am leaving."

Jin Cheng stood up with a smile, turned sideways and took a step towards the front door, wanting to send off the child who had unfortunately fallen all over the roof.

As a result, he was again out of touch with the nomadic brain circuits.

Because Nomad walked towards the rear window, walked to the window, and put his long legs on the window frame without any burden.

Jin Cheng put one hand in his pocket and scratched his eyebrows with the other, staring at the incredible young man in front of him with dumbfounded eyes.

"You..." Lying on the window is addictive!

Nomad turned around, smiled and waved his hands: "Brother, good night. Well, I have to go to the sunflower field to find my shoes, come here closer."

Finally landed smoothly once, the nomadic old man was very relieved.

Standing by the sunflower field outside the window, he waved his hand at Jin Cheng in the house, and then began to look around for shoes.

Jin Cheng hesitated for a while, suddenly didn't know what to do...

Finally, I took a deerskin rag and wiped the window frame that was trampled by nomads, and then leaned my elbows on the window frame to watch the figures in the sunflower field crawling around, making rustling noises, accompanied by the cicadas singing in early summer and the twinkling stars.

On the balcony in the early morning, Nomad sat on a small bench and brushed his shoes with a shoe brush.

Grandma You passed by with a fan for square dancing, and said disgustedly, "I'm too lazy! Just brush one."

Nomad: "That one isn't dirty." That one didn't get thrown into the mud. His grandfather must have watered the sunflower field yesterday.

After brushing his shoes, he grabbed two small cucumbers from the small vegetable garden and knocked on the door of the old house one by one.

"Dong dong."

Not long after, Jin Cheng, who was holding a leather apron in his hand, supported the top corner of the door frame with one hand, leaned in front of the boy, and frowned, "Huh?"

He especially hated being interrupted when he was working, and now he was impatient.

But unfortunately he met Nomad, a boy who went blind at the age of 17.

Therefore, the face that appeared on Nomad's head originally said "let the fart go! Go away!", but Nomad read it as a helpless expression of "you little fart!"

After being stunned for a short while, You Mu handed the cucumber cub that was blooming with small yellow flowers in his hand: "Brother, please eat a small cucumber, no pesticides, tender right?"

Jin Cheng still had a displeased expression on his face, he looked at the tender little cucumber that was dripping water and blooming for some reason, and then at the boyish face with a bit of baby fat, and he gave a belated "hmm".

Then he sighed almost inaudibly, and most of the dark clouds on his face dissipated in an instant.

"...I'm here to apologize for what happened last night," You Mu squinted his eyes and raised his head to squeeze out a "very sincere" smile, "I'm sorry brother, I will never lie on your roof again! Stop pulling your towel!"

Jin Cheng was completely lost in temper by this kid, took the little cucumber and touched the little yellow flower of the cucumber, and asked, "What's it called?"

You Mu just pulled off the little yellow flower and took a bite of the cucumber, and said vaguely: "Youhu, uh..."

Cucumber water choked into his throat, he leaned against the wall and coughed for a long time, facing Jincheng.

"Great fufu? Is it oily?" Jincheng Ninja commented, "The name is very down-to-earth."

"What oily fufu!" Nomad yelled with his face red and swollen from coughing, "Your tourist, dog of herding dog... Fuck!"

Jin Cheng leaned against the door frame and began to laugh, and waved at him while laughing: "Come in, shepherd dog."

"Yougou!" After Youmu shouted, he calmed down for a second, and really wanted to turn around and plunge into the garden, "Youmu! Nomad You! Nomad Mu!"

The door of the house was wide open, Nomad himself was embarrassed outside the door for more than half a minute, but he still stepped into the house.

As soon as I walked in, I was greeted by a burst of mellow coffee smell.

Nomad pouted his nose and sniffed the aroma of coffee, drifted into Jincheng's open kitchen intoxicated, and then lay on the bar counter to look at the Jincheng crank handle.

Curiously asked: "Grind it now?"

Jin Cheng wanted to laugh when he saw the face of this silly fufu shepherd dog.

He smiled and asked, "Would you like a drink?"

Nomad lowered his head and said dejectedly: "My grandma won't let me drink it, saying that it will make me nervous or something." After finishing speaking, he suddenly raised his head and showed a bright smile, "But I can drink it secretly, thank you brother!"

Jin Cheng ground the coffee beans, boiled the coffee powder and started to rummage through the boxes.

"Brother, I haven't asked you what your name is yet." Nomad walked to the coffee pot and bent over to have a look, "This is awesome!"

Although he doesn't understand, he has seen similar ones at Song Ye's house, and it is said that they are specially used for digging up trenches.

Jin Cheng glanced at the date on the milk ball, it was expired, he threw it into the trash can with a wave of his hand, found another box of expired sugar cubes, and then put it in the trash can as well.

"Brother, are you cleaning?" Zhenhao, just throw it away if you don't like it.

Nomad stretched his head to look at the two things thrown into the trash can, eh?It's sugar and milk balls.The prodigal tenant!

"Brother! I don't need to add sugar and milk. I've been weaned for a long time. Sugar will make me lose my youthful collagen. Don't need it. Take a break and don't throw it away. My flesh hurts."

"I found out that you are really poor." Jin Cheng frowned slightly, pursed his lips, closed the six wide kitchen doors, and divided the brewed coffee with his hands.

"Does it stink?" You Mu raised his left and right arms and sniffed each. "It's very fragrant. I stayed in the small garden for a while, and my body is full of rose flowers. Now I go out and the bees have to chase me and fly."

Jin Cheng pushed Nomad a cup of coffee, "Take a break."

Nomad made a strange expression of "I'll shut up and rest for a while" with staring eyes and raised eyebrows. His grandmother often said that he was annoying, and he sat up with this expression.

Jin Cheng was leaning against the kitchen bar with his coffee in his hand, his eyes fell on the purple cabbage outside the window.

The swing frame is pushed by the passing wind, and when it shakes, a small "creaking" sound can be heard.

There are grape racks on the swing frame, and the bunches of green grapes are crystal clear in the sun.

"Brother, you still haven't said what your name is." You Mu blew on the layer of white air on the coffee with downcast eyes, and the white air steamed at the tip of his nose, spraying the aroma of coffee on his face.

"Jincheng." Jincheng squinted at the young man with his head down.

The white fluff on the face of this silly fufu shepherd dog looks extra tender with the steam from the hot coffee.

It's really tender, a minor child.

"..." You Mu hung his chin on the coffee cup, stared at Jin Cheng for three seconds, and gasped, "It's gone?"

Jin Cheng couldn't keep up with his brain circuit, "What's missing?"

"Jincheng...and then?" You Mu tilted his head, "Is there no 'Wu'?"

Jin Cheng thought it was funny, but he gave him a sideways glance with no expression on his face, and then turned his head to look at the purple cabbage garden outside the window of the old house.

His face was three-dimensional, and his appearance was cold and cool. When his profile was slanted, Nomad felt that he was stared out of ice.

"Ah...it's really not Takeshi Kaneshiro," Nomad said regretfully, "brother, you're pretty cool, really. You're much more handsome than the high school senior, who is my buddy, and I'll call you another day to make you two more handsome... ..."

"Go back to study," Jin Cheng interrupted the nonsense of the dog, put down the coffee cup and walked towards the workbench.

Hearing Nomad's footsteps following him, he turned around and pointed at him with his finger, "If you come to Smelly Poverty again, there will be no more coffee in the future."

You Mu hurriedly backed up, leaned on the bar to watch Jin Cheng hang up his leather apron, and neatly tied a knot on his back waist with his backhand.Then he picked up a strangely shaped knife and began to process a piece of orange leather.

The coffee is purely bitter, with a slow aftertaste, nomadic sip a little bit.

Drinking coffee just like Jincheng was working was like eating with an unknown dish.

"Is that an iron comb?" Nomad finally couldn't hold back his curiosity when he saw that Jin Cheng had replaced several things he had never seen before.

"Six-edged diamond cut," Jin Cheng put down the cut, and looked at it under the lamp with the leather that had been punched, "Come and see."

Putting down the coffee cup, walking a few steps closer, Nomad bent over with his hands behind his back and stared at the tools on the table.

"Is this comb also cut?"

"Olives are cut, and the holes are made like olives."

"This, stop, stop, don't say it! I guess it's... Mango Chop."

"Hey," Jin Cheng picked up the so-called "Mango Chop" with a sneer, looked at it, and nodded in admiration, "It really looks like..."

He swallowed the second half of the sentence. If he explained every tool, he wouldn't have to do anything for a day.

Nomad scratched the back of his head and said wittily, "Brother, I won't delay your work. By the way, do you cook by yourself? My family has a small vegetable garden, you can pick whatever you eat, and you can also cut the flowers in the garden Put the bottle in."

Jin Cheng sent him outside the door, and said casually: "Thanks in advance, I eat a lot of convenience and fast food, but my cooking skills are so-so."

Youmu proudly said: "Then you are not as good as me, I cook noodles very delicious."

Jin Cheng stood with his hands in his pockets, under the sunlight at ten o'clock in the morning, he raised his eyebrows and suddenly became interested, he hesitated and said, "Come over to cook when you're free?"

"Ah?" Nomad stopped walking back and turned to look at Jincheng.

Sharp brows raised and lowered in the bright sunshine.A small shadow under the deep eye socket covers the upper part of the eye.The bridge of the nose is high, and there is still a bit of natural impatience and uneasiness in blurting out the words in his expression.

The hairstyle is very cool. The blue-gray hair fades slightly in the sun, and he looks thick and black, his eyelashes are blurred, and the dander on the apron is full of flakes... In short, this is a cool man with a bit of a temper.

"Okay! Come to my house for dinner if you have time." You Mu ran backwards for two steps, then turned around and ran to the balcony, and quickly got into the house, Xiaowo followed behind You Mu with the cake upside down.

Jin Cheng stood in front of the door for a while.Half-closed eyes scanned the windows of the attic of the new house, the small garden in front of the house, and the blooming crape myrtle trees on both sides of the walkway in front of the gate.

In spring, when the winter jasmine was blooming, he came back from sketching in the forest park. He passed by this kid’s house and happened to catch a glimpse of a figure sitting on the roof playing the guitar.

In the evening of spring, the sun is dim and the music is melodious.

He parked the car under the crape myrtle tree beside the sidewalk, propped his head and watched the figure behind him for a long time, but he didn't understand what the boy was playing.

However, the boy who played and sang to the sunset unexpectedly matched the restless spring season.

Short today.

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