He and him in another life

, Sima Yi dried his hands, took off the shopping list stuck on the refrigerator door, put it in his pocket, turned around and walked towards the entrance.Bending down to pick up the suit and leather shoes from the floor and put them into different storage bags, he decided that it would be better to send this pile of clothes to a professional laundry shop to see if there is any remedy.After taking off the car keys that are only used on weekends, Sima Yi put on his shoes and stepped out of the gate.

The laundry shop is very close to the community where Sima Yi lives, but only a few minutes' drive away.The girl who opened the store couldn't help teasing when she saw the clothes sent by the old customers this time, "Wow, Mr. Sima doesn't know how to cherish things!"

It seems that young people nowadays are very good at getting acquainted with people they have met several times.Sighing secretly, Sima Yi smiled, trying to express a kind of self-deprecating humor, but the actual effect was that he looked a little at a loss.

Seeing this, the girl couldn't help laughing, as if she thought it was funny, "Mr. Sima's shy look is so cute!"

shy?cute?

No... Sima Yi rubbed his forehead, thinking that maybe he was really old and couldn't understand the world of young people.In other words, he has always had an old-fashioned and pedantic temperament since he was a child, and he has never understood it, "Anyway, it's troublesome."

"No trouble, no trouble." Watching Sima Yi walk out the door with a smile, the girl still did not forget to remind her professionally, "You can come to pick up the clothes after three o'clock in the afternoon, don't forget!" Although she knew, Mr. Sima always waits until the next weekend to pick up the clothes.

TB

Phantom limb pain

The items on the shopping list were put into the shopping cart one by one. Sima Yi glanced at the last two items on the list, and pushed the cart to the fruit and vegetable section.

There were a lot of people who came to buy fruit, Sima Yi raised his eyes and looked around, and went directly to an area with relatively few people.

"Hiss—" Sima Yi just wanted to reach out to grab a box of plums when he felt a sudden pain in his toe, which made him gasp.

"Ah, isn't that right..." Realizing that he stepped on someone when he made a wrong step to the side, the young man who was struggling with which grapes to buy started to apologize in a panic, but he was stunned when he saw Sima Yi's face, " Yes, is it you?"

Sima Yi was also taken aback, and looked at the young man in front of him suspiciously—seems familiar?

Before he could open his mouth, the boy's next words answered everything, "We met on the bus last night."

Sima Yi suddenly realized, put the plum he liked into the cart, and asked casually, "Are you okay?"

"Just...it's okay," the young man held a bunch of grapes in his left and right hands, tilted his head and shrugged, "it's okay."

"That's good." Sima Yi nodded, and put another small bag of apples into the cart, "I bought it, let's go first."

"Wait a minute!" Seeing that he was about to leave, the young man hurriedly turned around, "How do you return your things? I mean, I washed that handkerchief and didn't bring it with me."

After listening to him half-turned, Sima Yi raised the corner of his mouth imperceptibly, "Forget it, you can keep it." At the end, he pointed to the bunch of grapes on his right hand and said: "The one on the right is better. More fruit cream."

"Ah?" The young man was a little confused about the direction of the chat, or he was surprised by the fact that Sima Yi was very experienced in picking fruits.But soon, he let out an "oh", put down the bunch of grapes in his left hand, hurriedly picked up the shopping basket on the side, followed Sima Yi who had already walked to the weighing area and queued up, and continued to chat with him, "You like to eat grapes very much." Grapes?"

Looking at the slow-moving queue in front of him, Sima Yi sighed helplessly, and accepted this conversation to fill up the boring waiting time, "Why do you ask that?"

"Guess." The boy replied with his eyes floating on the bunch of grapes in the shopping basket pointingly.

After thinking seriously for a moment, Sima Yi shook his head, "I don't like it, it's too sour."

The boy was surprised, and muttered in a low voice: "It's strange... I still have so much experience in picking fruits I don't like."

"It's quite strange." Hearing what he said, Sima Yi also found it funny, but this did not prevent him from admiring his rich life experience in his heart.

"Yeah." The boy looked up at him seriously and said, "You're really weird."

"I'm sorry." To the lady who was standing in front and gave an unhappy look because her shopping cart hit her, she raised her hand and then Sima Yi looked at the boy and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Generally few people know how to choose fruits that they don't like or don't eat often, right?" The boy lowered his head and counted down bit by bit, "It's okay to take the bus to and from work in a suit and leather shoes, but you actually Carrying a handkerchief with you...well, and, if you meet me again, you won't be wondering what happened to me last night...and..."

"I said," interrupting the young man, Sima Yi squinted at the person who had unknowingly stood next to him, with a slightly teasing expression on his face, "So you are so chatty."

I don't know if it was because of embarrassment or anger, the boy turned his face away, and his voice sank, "Obviously you want to ask."

Seeing his expression, Sima Yi couldn't help but smile, "According to your thinking, don't you make people feel more strange?"

The young man turned his head again, looked at him obliquely as if he was seriously thinking about what he said, and nodded in affirmation for a long time, "That's right."

There seems to be something wrong with the electronic scale in front of it. While looking for someone to fix it, the staff of the supermarket began to guide the customers in line to weigh elsewhere.

The young man looked forward at the growing crowd in front of him, frowned and curled his lips.

Sima Yi was used to the crowds in the supermarket on weekends and didn't care much. He glanced at the young man with his head tilted, and said in the same slow tone, "What? Are you in a hurry?"

"Ah? Oh, no." The boy sighed, and said again: "I just think it's annoying to wait in line for half a day after checking out."

Nodding his head in agreement, Sima Yi glanced at the shopping basket in his hand and asked, "Are you shopping for anything else?"

"Why?" the boy asked subconsciously.

Meeting his suspicious gaze, Sima Yi explained: "I was thinking, if you plan to buy something else, then we'll split up and I'll line up at the cashier, and you'll weigh the fruits here and come find me. The province lined up twice. How is it?"

"That's it." Probably satisfied with the proposal, the boy agreed without hesitation.

"Hey, here's the apple, do you have anything to put in the car?"

"No need, I just have this little thing, I can hold it by myself, and it's easy to confuse it with yours." Taking the bag of apples from Sima Yi, the young man reminded him casually, "Don't you need to weigh plums?"

"Well, the boxed ones have price tags attached." Sima Yi turned the shopping cart in the direction of the cashier with some difficulty, "Let's go, if you agree, go to cashier aisle No. 3 to find me."

"Got it, see you later."

"boom--"

After closing the trunk, Sima Yi supported the buttocks of the car with one hand, looked back at the bustling supermarket entrance, then exhaled heavily, and got in the car.

According to the expected routine, the young man should meet Sima Yi at the cash register. After the two of them settled the bill, Sima Yi also planned to invite the young man for a ride.But unfortunately, he completed the work from the end of the line to the head of the line alone.Sima Yi even waited another quarter of an hour in the open space in front of the cashier without giving up, but he still didn't wait for his apple and the boy.

A strange boy is still a strange boy after all, so how can he be expected to do something reliable?Of course, it's also stupid for me to talk about cooperation with someone after seeing him for the second time.Silently spit out the boy and himself one by one, Sima Yi pulled the seat belt and inserted it into the buckle, but after inserting it a few times, he didn't go, "Tsk." Looking down at the position of the buckle, he buckled it hard On the way, Sima Yi held the steering wheel and wondered whether he should stop eating apples next week and just drive home like this, or turn around on the road and go to the fruit shop next to the laundry shop to buy another bag of apples and send them away The washed suit was also picked up.

Then his car drove to the door of the fruit washing shop. After all, Sima Yi firmly believed - One apple day, keep the doctor away.

joke.

He just doesn't like the rhythm and habits of life being disrupted.Now that today's arrangement has been disturbed, he might as well make some changes, at least to ensure that he can still maintain the habit of an apple a day for the next week.

The girl in the laundry shop was obviously surprised when she saw Sima Yi enter the door, but she still respectfully handed him the bagged suit, "Mr. Sima didn't come until next weekend, it's really the first time." back."

"Thank you." Sima Yi put the list on the counter and took the clothes, "I have something to do, so I stopped by to pick it up."

"You're welcome." The girl smiled all the time, "By the way, you have something in your pocket. I took it out and packed a small bag for you, and put it in the dust bag with the suit. Don't forget it when you go back. Take it out."

For some unknown reason, Sima Yi stared at the dust bag in his hand and suddenly lost his mind. His tightly pursed lips made him look too serious, almost neurotic.

"Mr. Sima?" The girl's tone and eyes conveyed her doubts uniformly.

"Ah good." Sima Yi came back to his senses, nodded his thanks, and strode away from the laundry shop.

"Should..." The girl didn't even have time to finish her sentence, and abruptly mumbled the last two words in her throat, "Yes."

Driving slowly towards home, the warm wind at dusk blows in through the window, bringing a little drunken comfort.

Drive to the last cross before the community