lifetime

"You wait for me."

Shao Kou hurried downstairs to the supermarket.

The proprietress is lighting the lamp and cooking the oil to settle the accounts, clapping her hands happily, hey, hey, the little boss is really a god of wealth, his expenses alone can almost cover the entire village, big gold ingots, when you hear the door open He raised his head and looked over, "Heh, Xiao Kouzi, why did you run out without putting on any clothes, it's so cold at night."

Complainingly, he patted his arm, turned around and went inside, "Wait, I'll get you an old cotton-padded jacket to put on."

Shao Kou scanned around but didn't see any, and asked her, "Auntie, have you made cherry wine this year?"

The proprietress knocked the dust on her clothes as she walked out, "What's the matter? Your hands are cold? I told you to wear gloves when you work. You're so stubborn. This time it's okay, you suffer."

Thumbling at him with his fingers, he handed over the clothes, bitterly puzzled, and cursed again, "You have a long head, but you don't have a long memory. You watch the door for me. I'll go to Lao Yao's house. She has it there."

It's close, just a few steps away.

"Thank you, auntie."

"You're welcome, take it back and rub it on. Get up early tomorrow and go to the field to get some eggplant stalks. When you come back, boil it with water and scald it. The hotter it is, the more effective it will be."

"Okay, come back."

"Is there anything missing, just take it back?"

"No, the little boss is waiting at home."

Shao Kou pushed the door and strode out of sight, and the proprietress just slapped her thigh. I dare say that Jin Yuanbao had chilblains, grabbed the oil pen with his right hand, and muttered, "Such a big can of cherry wine, old and old. Brewed hello, um."

Immediately, he wrote down a series of numbers on the ledger, checked that the time was about the same, and then opened the video contentedly, chatting about new things in the village with his masters.

Besides, Shao Kou took out a can from his pocket and wiped it carefully with a towel first, lest he would be disgusted by it, and if he didn't wipe it if something happened, it would be useless for him to wait for the towel to turn black before taking a cotton swab to go upstairs .

This thing is usually soaked in white wine when the red cherries are ripe in summer, and placed on the cabinet. It will not be touched for a whole autumn. It will be taken down when it is cold, so as to prevent children from thinking that It was eaten by mistake.

"I am back."

Bian Mu stood at the window and watched, holding a thin light blue cigarette between his fingers, the red dot was particularly dazzling, and a wisp of mist blocked the two people's sight, "What are you doing downstairs?"

This ancestor is really difficult to serve.

"Our local recipe, add some white wine to it, sit down, and I'll make it for you."

He moved a wooden stool and sat on the head of the bed. The little painter's hands are really beautiful. I can't tell how beautiful they are. Anyway, they feel very tall. Not to mention, they are quite soft. The palms of the hands are clean, with only a few clear lines. According to the old man, this kind of person is the most blessed, the master who doesn't worry about everything.

"Okay, just wipe it off for a few days."

The distance between the two men was less than an inch. Shao Kou's back was slightly bent, and his hand was resting on his palm. The heat of the wine lees permeated the surrounding area, and there was an extraordinarily fresh smell of cherries, which was intoxicating.

"Well, you go out and leave your things behind."

Shao Kou subconsciously looked at his white ears, and then realized, could it be, bare feet?

When he got up and went out, he was afraid that the effect would not be obvious, so he went back to the house and put on a padded jacket, went to the field with a flashlight to pick up some eggplant stalks with dead leaves, and walked against the night wind, and when he came back, he used cold water to remove the floating ash, and washed the vegetables. Take down the stainless steel basin, grab a handful of refined salt and throw it in, cook with a pile for 10 minutes, and bring it upstairs.

Bian Mu looked at the gray pot of unidentified objects on the stool, and said that it was a recipe, could it be soup?

"It's the earth recipe again?"

He is really, just checked with his mobile phone, and he still has this kind of disease. It can only be said that he has thin skin and tender flesh, unlike the idiot in front of him, who has rough skin and thick flesh, which is resistant to styling.

"Well, while it's hot, put your hands in and warm them."

If you say it's hot, it's hot, but this iron basin that just came off the stove, is it for bald pig's feet, while it's still hot?

The index finger lightly touched the rim of the basin, and immediately withdrew his hand, angrily shouting, "Why don't you put it down and make a stove, and scald me to death."

This idea is really good, there are a lot of fallacies and heresies, as expected of a doctor, it is broad and profound.

"It's okay, don't you feel uncomfortable, let it go, and go to sleep when it's over."

Sleep ass, eat and sleep, you are a pig, you live so uselessly.

"You let it go first."

Fuck, I don't have frostbite, I put chicken feathers.

"I let it go, will you let it go?"

Bian Mu didn't talk to him, but there was such meaning in his eyes, there was no way, it was so itchy, he wanted to let this idiot cut it off with a kitchen knife.

As for Shao Kou, he smiled, which meant that he had an inexplicable pampering energy, like treating a young and ignorant child, turned around and moved a stool, and sat next to Qingjun's figure, so as to prevent him from talking too much for a while.

The two big hands opened and put it in without hesitation. Those who didn't know it thought it was lukewarm water.

But Bian Mu knew that even if he couldn't see the rising heat, he could still smell the disgusting smell of wormwood.

"Ok?"

Uh, what, who are you protesting with? Our hands are of different grades. Bian Mu made up his mind and tentatively stretched it in. Hey, hey, it’s too hot.

Shao Kou was even faster, and directly pressed his hands on the eggplant pole with both hands, and changed the subject of his speech, pretending not to see him grinning.

"Are you going to be vegetarian tomorrow?"

With his hands pressed, Bian Mu just wanted to say yellow, "Let go."

"Man, man, don't be tofu."

Who the fuck is a man, no, who the fuck is soybean curd.

"Let go, don't force me to say it a third time."

How can you say it three times, and you can summon the dragon?

The faces of the two men are infinitely close, and there is a basin of jet-black water in the middle, but the overlapping palms are clearly visible, the upper part is dark, and the lower part is white, equally slender, with distinct joints.

Seeing that he was not loose, Bian Mu tried hard to pull his wrist out.

"Don't make trouble, this is a cure."

The sudden serious atmosphere instantly cooled the mood, Shao Kou moved closer, looked straight into his eyes, almost touched his left cheek, calmly, and said comfortingly, "It will be fine soon, won't I be with you, don't Move around, the effect of the medicine is only for a while, if you spill it, I will boil another pot, I can get back a lot of this stuff."

The sound of his exhalation reached Bian Mu's eardrums, and then reached the heart through the fiery blood. After a slight tremor, what greeted him was actually moved. Yes, it had nothing to do with anything else.

How long has it been since he was cared about by others, maybe a year, maybe two years, maybe N years, his father is abroad all the year round, and the occasional video greetings are like holding an international conference. Similarly, he has been away from home all year round, and he has been in this dilapidated village for three months before his mother found out, and after making a careless phone call, nothing happened.

In his memory, the only person who has drawn care and warmth from others is his maternal grandfather, that is, the grandpa who loves to eat oranges. Thinking of this, a longing look appeared on his face.

Shao Kou didn't know who the little painter remembered, and he was honest for a while, and he was quite relieved, and quietly loosened his palm, and distanced himself from his.

Waiting for the water to warm up, he stood up and took it down, recalled it and said to him again, "Wait, I'll go down and heat it up, soak my feet."

The little painter just raised his head and stared at him, a bit like a dog jumping over the wall in a hurry, and retorted angrily, "Who careless take the water to soak his feet?"

Take a look, let’s talk about yourself, who told you to open the sliding door in the winter, and keep you if you don’t have frostbite.

"I, I'm short-sighted, you have too many, one hundred and eighteen is nothing to worry about."

Shao Kou saw Tian'er playing tricks on him, and slipped more and more.

Soaking the feet was another battle, this time he couldn't use his feet to press down, he could only use his hands, one sat on the bed with a gloomy face, and the other sat on the pony stool and felt the embarrassment of a pediatrician With professional ethics, he is serving the people, no, serving the mentally ill, he is glorious, he is proud.

His service is absolutely in place. After finishing the work, he washed it with warm water and re-applied kirsch. Seeing that his face was still sullen, he jokingly asked, "Brother, is the service okay younger brother? Look, Give a five-star praise smiley face?"

Bian Mu burst out laughing, heartless as farts don't bother him, "Here's a tip for you, you don't have any land to spend, so why don't you give it."

Who said there is no land to spend?

"Little boss, when will you pay me?"

I'm so desperate for my life, five thousand a month, a little bit of a loss.

Bian Mu stared round his eyes, pursed his thin lips, and said with a bit mean expression, "Wait for them to draw up a contract. This period of time is considered a probationary period and there is no salary."

You've been fighting with him all day long, and you still want a salary, you're beautiful.

There are many tricks in the city, and I want to go back to the countryside. There are many traps in the village, and I will be deceived if I don't pay attention.

The description of the civilized point, the strong has its own strong, and a mountain is higher than a mountain.

"Isn't that what you said at first?"

People in the city are still changing their minds. He was a little panicked while sitting, so he simply stood up and looked down at him, causing invisible pressure on him.

But who is Bian Mu? I can't wait to go to Huaguo Mountain to be a monkey, but I'm afraid of him being a farmer.

"Now let me explain to you, if you can do it, you can do it, if you can't do it, you can't do it. The trial period is one month. After that, you will be paid. Don't say anything about it. At the beginning, you smashed my door and broke it. You paid for it You, here comes the contract, take a good look at it, make a backup copy of your ID card, don’t run away, I have nowhere to catch you.”

You are squeezing the labor force of migrant workers, and you want to arrest me without shame?

The more Bian Mu thinks about it, the more reliable he becomes. This old man is simple and honest. If he doesn't know what to do with you, I'm sorry for my [-] IQ.

"Okay, let's talk about it tomorrow."

This day, I am too tired.

"I have something else to do, little boss."

He took a step back, lowered his eyes and said clearly, "Do you have athlete's foot? Don't infect me."

The author has something to say: Shao Kou: Do you have athlete's foot?

Bian Mu: Do you dare to hand over the kitchen knife and see if I don't hack you to death.

Shao Kou: Let me ask, why is there such a big reaction?Could it be that I hit the spot?

Border Collie: Change to an axe.

Shao Kou: Look at you, if there is something, there is something, I don't dislike you.

Bian Mu: There is a spaceship waiting for you outside, don't waste time.

Shao Kou: A ship that can fly?

Bianmu is kind: Yes, you alien, get out of my world.

Shao Kou lay on the window sill and looked out, wondering: No.

Bian Mu cursed an idiot, raised his foot and kicked his upturned butt.

A howl came, and Bian Mu leaned on the second floor and swore: Look, it's too late, they flew away without waiting for you, and let you dawdle.

Shao Kou lay on the first floor and didn't move for a long time. It's over, my old waist who suffered a big crime.