Please sign for your missing male ticket [Liao Zhai]

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The dawn is not yet clear, and the mist is dense.The cottage that was still silent was suddenly disturbed by the opening and closing of the courtyard door.I looked at the courtyard door that I had opened and closed countless times, and knew who would be the person who would walk out from behind that courtyard door at this time.

Ma Youtang seemed to have just woken up not long ago, with his eyes half-opened and half-closed looking at the road, with a rare sleepiness on his face.A wooden barrel was held in Ma Youtang's hand, and when he looked carefully, he could see that there were many bump marks on the apparently new wooden barrel.

It's a pity that such a good wooden barrel.

The mood of the person leaning on the gate of Linyuan was conveyed very clearly.I looked at the disfigured big guy in women's clothing, and saw a face exactly like mine.

——Wang Yi Analysis.

Brother Tang, after listening to Pu Songling tell the real plot of "Shemale" that night, wondered whether the story Pu Songling heard really happened, just happened to the two of us.At that time, I just listened to it and passed it. Now, watching Wang Yixi strolling by the well with arms folded, I realized that maybe Brother Tang and I really had a last week that was forgotten by both of us.

Ma Youtang tied the well rope to the barrel, and threw the barrel into the well with a casual throw.Compared with the last sound of the wooden barrel falling into the water, there was a muffled sound when the wooden barrel collided with the well wall.

Hearing the muffled sound, Ma Youtang didn't close his half-closed eyes anymore. He looked into the well with his head, and when he raised his head again, his face was full of helplessness.

It's not bad that this prodigal son grows up.

Wang Yixi slandered and put a label on Ma Youtang's body, and at the same time couldn't help but suck his teeth in distress.Look at that look, it looks like the barrel is more distressed than the owner of the barrel.

When Ma Youtang saw that the wooden bucket was full of water, he lifted the bucket up by shaking the wheel.Along the way, the wooden barrel inevitably hit the wall of the well several times. Wang Yixi rolled his eyes and rolled up his sleeves after hearing a few muffled noises, trying to lift the barrel up for the prodigal son.Unexpectedly, before he got close, the well rope tied to the barrel stopped working first.As soon as the slipknot was loosened, the half-filled wooden barrel sank straight down and fell into the well again.

Wang Yixi shook his head with a grin, and said a teasing word to the prodigal son's handsome face.

"It's unlucky for water tools to fall into the well."

——If I had known earlier that my words would become a prophecy, I would not have said that much at the beginning.

Endless thoughts flooded into my mind, I looked at the two people who sparked sparks when they met for the first time, for no reason, I lost the strength to look any further.

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Time is still passing, and the two people being watched continue to act out their stories.

Ma Youtang didn't show any displeasure with Wang Yixi's crow's mouth. He looked at his small courtyard and said, "I'll get the long hook, you..."

"I'll wait for you from here." Wang Yixi knocked on the edge of the well, half joking and half serious, "Teach you how to fetch water."

Ma Youtang rubbed his nose with a broken smile, and didn't refute, just turned around and walked home.Wang Yixi looked at Ma Youtang's slightly hasty pace, and unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, halfway through the corners of his lips, but Wang Yixi's smile faded away again.The word "It's a pity" slipped out of Wang Yixi's mouth, he raised his head and let out a sigh of relief, then lowered his head again, seeing Ma Youtang walking towards him in a hurry, his eyes were tinged with joy again.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

Ma Youtang carried the long hook to the well. I watched Ma Youtang’s skillful movements when hooking the barrel, and recalled the same situation when Brother Tang and I met for the first time. There was only one thought in my mind—this is How many times did you drop the barrels before you developed the skill?

Wang Yixi and I thought of something but didn't say anything. He gave Ma Youtang a look and motioned for Ma Youtang to hand over the bucket to him.Ma Youtang understood, and put the barrel on the edge of the well near Wang Yixi, and brought the well rope along with it.

Wang Yixi nodded in satisfaction with this knowledgeable and interesting prodigal son, and slowly tied the well rope, obviously wanting to slow down his movements so that this prodigal son could see clearly.

Wang Yixi was halfway through the line, suddenly stopped the movement of his hands, raised his eyes, and met Ma Youtang who hadn't had time to look away.Wang Yixi smiled lightly and pointed out: "See clearly?"

It wasn't embarrassing for Ma Youtang to be caught, he calmly looked back at Wang Yixi, and replied with the same meaning: "Not yet."

How a straight ball was sent and how it was returned, between the two, the first to look away was Wang Yixie.I looked at Wang Yixi who had weakened, and said two words, "lose."

Wang Yixi untied the half-tied well rope and started teaching again.This time, Ma Youtang's eyes finally fell on Wang Yixi honestly.It's just... Compared with Jing Sheng, Wang Yixi's hands attracted more attention.

The speed of the rope changed from slow to fast, Wang Yixi hurriedly fastened the well rope, and carried the well rope to put the barrel into the well.The well rope was put on for a while, but it couldn't be put down.Wang Yixi looked at Ma Youtang who was holding the well rope with blood on his face, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Come on, I've learned."

Someone was scrambling to do the work, and Wang Yixi was also happy to relax. Then, he saw the prodigal son who kept claiming that he had learned how to put the bucket, swung the bucket on the wall of the well with a rope.

Wang Yiyan: ...

The bucket was filled with water, and Ma Youtang shook the wheel to lift the bucket up. Wang Yixi stopped Ma Youtang, frowned and said, "Just lift up the bucket while it's still shaking, don't you want to knock the bucket again?"

Hearing this, Ma Youtang waited obediently for a while, and finally complied with the rules, and brought up a bucket of water.

Now it is half daylight, and most of the villagers are busy.Wang Yixi looked tiredly at the water that was brought up with great difficulty, yawned, stretched and walked back.Ma Youtang followed behind Wang Yixi, looking for something to say: "You live at Mama Li's house?"

Wang Yixin hummed in response.Ma Youtang didn't mind Wang Yixi's lukewarm attitude, and continued, "Mama Li's willow pots are very well made."

Wang Yixi heard the implication of Ma Youtang's words, turned his head to look at the wooden barrel, and said, "Your wooden barrel can last a long time."

Ma Youtang smiled without saying a word, and said "goodbye" to Wang Yixi before Wang Yixi was about to enter the hospital.Accompanied by Ma Youtang's lingering voice, Wang Yixi stepped into the courtyard, all he could think about was that prodigal son, he might not be a young master who longed for the pastoral life but could do whatever he could.

Ma Youtang walked into the house with the wooden bucket that seemed to be carrying Wang Yixi's Yu Wen, thinking about the wooden bucket in his hand, and it was time to break down.

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Wang Yixi looked at Ma Youtang who came to buy a willow jar, quietly counted the days, and calculated the time when he and Ma Youtang met last time—three days ago.

It's only been three days, and the wooden barrel is broken?What a lie.

Wang Yixi muttered and sat in the yard embroidering handkerchiefs, pretending as if he hadn't noticed that there was a big living person in the yard.But he wanted to pretend, but couldn't.Mrs. Li took the needlework dustpan from Wang Yixi's lap, pulled Wang Yixi up, and introduced each other to the two.

The prodigal son is named Ma Youtang, who just moved in at the beginning of this year and lives next door.And the embroidered women's clothing boss is called Wang Erxi, a poor man who couldn't bear the abuse of his parents-in-law and ran out.

After listening to Mrs. Li's introduction, Ma Youtang only praised Mrs. Li's good deed of taking in Wang Erxi, but I saw the subtle changes on his face, and I understood that Ma Youtang's identity towards Wang Yixi was no longer there. Have doubts.

Ma Youtang didn't continue to talk about Mrs. Li's topic, but changed the subject and returned to the willow pot.Ma Youtang asked the price of the willow jars, but Mrs. Li kept refusing to say anything, saying that the firewood that Ma Youtang helped him chop was enough for the price of dozens of willow jars.

Hearing this, Wang Yixi took back the sewing dustpan and sat back to the original place, while looking at the neat pile of firewood piled up by the wall.

Is it all done by this prodigal son?Wang Yixi peeked at Ma Youtang's hands, overturning the earlier sneer at Ma Youtang, and changed to the mentality of an old mother protecting her children.

Such beautiful hands should be used for writing and drawing, not for rough work.

While talking to Ma Youtang, Mrs. Li glanced at Wang Yixi, who was embroidering neatly, and was delighted to see it.

"Sister Xi, stop embroidering. Look at what you are embroidering."

After being interrupted by Mrs. Li, Wang Yixi regained his senses. He looked down at the embroidered cloth in his hand, and saw a vivid mandarin bird and a small piece of embroidery next to the mandarin bird.

The small piece of embroidery has not yet formed, but no matter from the stitching or the color matching, if the embroidery is really complete, the embroidered one will definitely not be a gray-eyed bird.

A mandarin bird that is less than half a mandarin bird.

Wang Yixi looked at the things on the embroidered cloth, took the scissors and wanted to remove the thread and embroider again, but with one hand, he took a step ahead of him and took away the embroidered cloth.It was Wang Yixi who peeked at Jiu Jiu's hand just now.

Ma Youtang held the embroidered cloth and said, "It's a pity to tear it down."

"No one buys the pattern of the two mandarin birds." Afraid that Ma Youtang would not be able to see why, Mrs. Li pointed to the mandarin bird with a crest embroidered and explained: "This is a mandarin bird. bird."

Ma Youtang stroked the feather crown, suddenly smiled and said, "I happen to be short of a handkerchief, just give me this handkerchief."

That day, when Ma Youtang left Mrs. Li's house, he carried a willow jar and a handkerchief in his bosom.Looking at the two things that Ma Youtang brought back, Tian Wan was a little annoyed.

"The wooden barrel at home is not broken, so what's the use of bringing back a willow jar?"

Ma Youtang was left speechless, it was hard to say, he just came up with a lame excuse to meet Wang Yixi last time.After Tian Wan finished talking about the willow pot, she talked about the handkerchief embroidered with a mandarin bird that was less than half a mandarin bird.

"You didn't finish the embroidery and you embroidered it wrong. Are you being deceived? Did you buy such a handkerchief?"

Listening to Tian Wan's words of "being deceived", Ma Youtang put away the handkerchief and put it in his bosom, and said with a smile, "Maybe."