To Your Island

the next day.

At the first sound of the alarm clock, Yin Xian pressed it off.

When he got out of bed to wash, he looked at the person sleeping on the floor and remembered what happened last night.

She came in to sleep...

His long yellow hair was curled, and his white face looked like soft dough. The girl closed her eyes, facing the inside of the bed, her body lying on her side embraced into a tight circle.

It was covered with a thin quilt, and she did not take off her coat.

Tattered and poor, but kept vigilant, ready to leave at any time. Yin Xian secretly felt that this man was really like a stray puppy.

Before he went out, she was still asleep.

The small room was filled with her snoring.

"Snoring, snoring—" is reminiscent of the snort of a pet pig that is comfortable to touch. Very regular and not noisy.

When he was not at home, Yin Xian wondered whether to call her up.

In the end, he chose to close the door gently.

During lunch time, Yin Xian brought home a meal.

The quilt and sheets were neatly folded and placed on the chair.

She is not there, nor are her shoes and backpack.

Yin Xian finished two meals alone, piled the bedding into the cabinet, and locked the door.

He thought he would never see her again.

Get off work at night.

Today, it is rare to not have to accompany customers. Yin Xian went home to catch up with the close of the vegetable market. He bought a handful of green vegetables and a few eggs to carry home, planning to go home to cook noodles.

Turning downhill, he caught a glimpse of a little man squatting at his door.

When she saw someone coming, she raised her head. Going to the front, confirming that it was him, she ran over happily... and took the food from him.

"Have you eaten?" the little girl asked.

"No," he said.

"What a coincidence, I didn't eat either."

She was thick-skinned and followed by, waiting for him to open the door.

Yesterday was very cautious. Why are you suddenly not afraid of him today?

Yin Xian pressed the switch to turn on the headlight and entered the house.

The little girl took off her shoes and came in together.

When he looked back at her, she was looking down at the vegetables in the plastic bag. Perceiving the line of sight, she raised her eyes and smiled shyly at him.

Wang Jiexiang has thought about it!

In fact, when she entered this room yesterday, she was mentally prepared for everything to happen.

One night passed, and everything she thought didn't come true, so this time she really met a good person.

She wants to live with him.

The kind brother is washing the vegetables. His expression was few, his words were few, and his serious face still made her a little scared. Wang Jiexiang was bold enough to speak to him first.

"Brother, what's your name?"

He turned off the tap and said to her: "Yin Xian."

"Insidious?" Wang Jiexiang didn't react. "Which insidious?"

He didn't answer, picked up the basket, and went straight back to the room.

She was hurriedly chasing after being locked in the door.

When the eldest brother wiped his hands, he took out the old newspaper and pen and wrote his name.

Next to the neat "Yin Xian", Wang Jiexiang also wrote down his name one by one.

"Wang Jiexiang?" he read.

"Yes, right," she nodded: "Big Brother Yin Xian, can I call you, Brother Xian?"

"..."

He doesn't seem to like it very much.

Wang Jiexiang tentatively changed: "Or, Brother Xian?"

He turned on the fire of the simple gas stove, boiled water and boiled the noodles, and gave an inaudible "um".

"Brother Xian, thank you for taking in yesterday. I have a particularly important question for you..."

Wang Jiexiang didn't mean anything, but chose to go straight to the subject: "Can I live here temporarily?"

Yin Xian was about to blurt out a "no", and she quickly interrupted him.

"I will be responsible for cooking, washing clothes, cleaning, and all the other housework you want me to do. When I find a job and have a salary, I will share the rent with you."

Seeing that he was about to speak, Wang Jiexiang didn't know what to say, so he grabbed a word.

"Many people who work part-time live in the same house. The rent in the city is expensive. This saves money. I receive my salary and I will return the money for buying vegetables. I will use my head to guarantee that I will not cause you trouble! "

Patting her head, she stared at him anxiously.

"Brother Xian, do you think it's okay?"

"Okay," Yin Xian asked her, "Are you going to put peppers?"

Wang Jiexiang was immersed in the faint "good" word, his face was red with joy, and he didn't hear the sentence behind him.

"Huh? What?"

"The noodles are cooked, do you want to add spicy?"

He neatly put out two bowls and unscrewed the chili sauce.

"Yes, I will eat spicy."

Wang Jiexiang applauded like a fool.

Yin Xian picked up the noodles and put them on the small table. Because she was so happy, she couldn't help living in a small room, dancing around in circles.

At this turn, he almost hit the pot containing the noodle soup.

Yin Xian held the handle of the pot firmly and looked at her deeply.

Wang Jiexiang immediately became honest and sat down at the small table obediently. With her hands folded into fists and on her chest, she quietly waited for her eldest brother to give her chopsticks.

"I only have one pair of chopsticks. Can you use the plastic fork you used to eat instant noodles?"

Yin Xian's words reminded Wang Jiexiang.

"I have chopsticks in my bag."

Wang Jiexiang's bag contained all her belongings.

Sheets, quilts, and after dinner, she spread them on the floor where she slept yesterday. With Yin Xian's previous thin bedding, she can sleep a little warmer.

She had a set of pajamas, some clothes and pants, Xiaojia had no extra space to hang them, so she put them in the cloth closet together with Yin Xian's clothes.

Toothbrush, tooth cup, half shampoo and shower gel... Wang Jiexiang took out her things one by one, and his house was immediately occupied by her belongings.

This scene made Wang Jiexiang feel safe, as if things were on display, and he was not easy to be driven away.

She likes to put all her objects next to Yin Xian, the cup next to him, and the shoes next to him.

The two bottles of peanut oil that Wang Jiexiang brought had not been opened, so she asked Yin Xian where to put them.

He looked around. There were two people living in a ten-square-meter house, so crowded that he had to think about where to put two bottles of oil.

"I'll put it." He took the oil, sorted the cabinet, and stuffed them in.

Yin Xian asked casually: "You live by yourself, why buy two cans of oil?"

"My first job was selling oil, I bought it at the time."

When Wang Jiexiang had been in the city for a few months, all the bitterness he suffered from working as a part-time worker was nothing to complain about.

She thought of selling oil, of how she was squeezed out by colleagues in the supermarket; she also thought of her second job, who was washing her hair in the barber shop, was also unreliable, and in the end she couldn't get paid.

Yin Xian put on the oil and looked back to see Wang Jiexiang's face. She was startled.

She is crying.

It's not the howling and crying that I saw last night, she cried silently while clutching the quilt. Tears rolled down from round eyes, big tears, like broken pearls.

"Don't look at me."

She pulled up the quilt to cover her face and said milkily.

Yin Xian said, no longer looking at her.

Wang Jiexiang held his stomach and waited for him to ask.

He shook the quilt, turned his back to her, turned off the light and fell asleep.