The world is cool

The hottest two months of summer passed by between the little lunatic's efforts to recover and my hard pedaling.Life is still tight, but it’s not suffering. At least I still have food and drink, I can work and earn money, and I can have a house to shelter from wind and rain, so I won’t fall under the overpass.And because I am willing to go no matter how hot the day is or how difficult the road is, I have gained some word of mouth at the door of the home furnishing market. Some shopping guides in some stores will directly lead customers to me after selling furniture, and they don’t ask for help. fee.

After the incident with the little lunatic, I have been planning to buy two mobile phones, not for anything else, at least to be able to contact the other party when there is danger.But I didn't tell the little lunatic about this. I didn't mention it to him until recently when I felt that the economic conditions allowed.As expected, the child was so excited, jumping around the room and shouting, I want apples, I want apples.I don't understand his mind, isn't buying a mobile phone more important than eating fruit?Of course, I later found out that this apple is not that apple, and... six thousand.When I saw this price, I had the urge to pull out the remaining ribs of the little lunatic, anyway, either I will kill you or you will kill me!The little lunatic was very reconciled. Balabala said that this phone has many advantages, but in my opinion, in addition to sending text messages and making calls, it only has one more function than other phones - as a murder weapon.Although the lethality is slightly worse than that of bricks, it is definitely the best among many small and exquisite mobile phones.

The final result was that we turned to the entrance of the electronic market next to the Apple store and bought two second-hand Nokias for 400 yuan.When the phone arrived, the little lunatic told me while fiddling with it, Feng Yiyi, the ones I use in college are better than this one.I believe this, but there is one problem that I don't understand. Since you despise it, why the hell are you happy to be a peony flower.

In early September, the weather gradually turned cooler.Rong Kai has returned from injury, and is seriously planning to find a job as a shopping guide.But it turned out that the place was definitely not suitable, so I took him around the city on three wheels, and finally found another market. Although the scale was smaller than before, the competition was not so fierce. With his rotten tongue and extremely quick response, Rong Kai easily found a job. As for me, I naturally followed suit. After a few days, my income was quite stable.

The days flowed slowly, and I finally made time to go to the prison to watch Huahua.

It was a rainy morning, and the road in front of the prison was covered with fallen leaves.Because the location is remote, there are no sanitation workers to clean it, so it is spread on the ground in different shades, and when you step on it, it is soft, like walking on clouds.The weather is cool and the air is fresh, like a clear world isolated from the reinforced concrete jungle.

It was Yu Qingzhou who sent the flowers. I haven't seen him for a few days. The man is still the same. He didn't have any surprises when he saw me. Instead, he picked up the microphone first: "You just came back from Africa? How did you become so virtuous?"

I glanced at Hua Hua who was standing aside, then at him, and asked, "Is the current conversation counted as meeting time?"

Yu Qingzhou didn't even think about it: "Of course."

I smiled politely: "Then please ask Huahua to listen, and I will call you later."

Yu Qingzhou's black line, when he handed the phone to Huahua resentfully, muttered a lot in his mouth, and I could understand the mouth shape of three words, which seemed to be "not cute".

I suspect that he has been in prison for a long time, and he is a bit perverted.

But after Huahua picked up the microphone, I didn't care about other things, and started to talk about the wonderful life recently, such as the troubles caused by the little lunatic, Zhou Yong's generous help, my hard work and so on.Of course, the sewer leaks and the details such as exposure to the sun or meeting top-quality customers who don’t pay and ask me to compensate for the paint they knocked off when they moved into the car are directly omitted by me.

Huahua listened very carefully and absorbedly. Occasionally, he would sing along to something interesting. At this time, his eyes were particularly bright, like black gemstones.I know he likes to listen to these and the stories outside, so I speak more and more vigorously, and occasionally go to the water dispenser to refill a glass of water to moisten his throat.During the whole process, Huahua only interrupted me once. When I was talking about hitting the grandson with a fire extinguisher, he suddenly knocked on the glass. How about it?I said I was fine, but the little lunatic broke a rib and had to take care of it for two months.Huahua's slightly wrinkled brows stretched out again, and she returned to her expressionless expression.I waited for a long time, seeing that he really didn't intend to express his feelings further, so I had to repeat, the little lunatic broke a rib!Huahua stared at me blankly for a few seconds, understood, and quickly lowered her head to brush a few strokes, then picked up the paper.I saw it, okay, just one word, oh.

In order to try to forget Huahua's bad behavior of favoring one person over another, I started to change the topic and asked him about the prison.No matter how fast you write, it still takes time, so Huahua answers every question but keeps it simple.In about 10 minutes, I have basically gotten acquainted with the recent situation of NO.17—health status, all good, transformation status, both good, commutation status, all good, relationship status... I asked Huahua why she seemed to have dark circles under her eyes, Huahua It is said that now Zhou Cheng and Da Jinzi are engaged in half of the seven nights a week, which is very noisy.

I have finished what I should say, but I still can't stop talking, as if I have to pour out all the emotions I have accumulated for several months to be happy, so I started to tell jokes to Huahua, most of them I heard on the radio station, and I also talked to Huahua. Listen to what people say when customers are chatting.Huahua is not very cooperative, and only smiles a little when the jokes are particularly funny, but just these few times, it has already given me a special sense of accomplishment.I like to see him smile, I don't know why, when his eyebrows and eyes are bent, the flowers in my heart will bloom one after another, and finally the garden is full of fragrance.

When I was parting, I told him: "Come to Yu Qingzhou if you have anything to do, and don't carry it yourself."

Before Huahua could nod her head, a cold snort rushed in from the side: "Thinking of me now?"

I was startled, and subconsciously blurted out: "Are you still there?"

Yu Qingzhou narrowed her eyes dangerously: "I'm already so slim?"

I hurriedly laughed: "Hua Hua will trouble you, please take care of me."

Yu Qingzhou stared at me for a long time, the corners of her mouth twitched, and finally spit out two words: "Get out!"

I obediently got out and went home to have hot pot with the little lunatic.

"How is Huahua?" the little lunatic asked casually when he was fiddling with the induction cooker.

"It looks good, it looks good." I neatly stacked the vegetables and meat on the table, and it was a scene of prosperity.

"Oh." The little lunatic put the soup pot on the induction cooker, pressed the switch, and waited quietly for the water to roll over.

I wondered, "Why don't you ask Zhou Cheng and Da Jinzi?"

The little lunatic raised his eyebrows: "Have you gone to see them?"

I shook my head.

A white eye flew over: "It's over, I still have to ask a question!"

I am speechless.During the day, he also said that Huahua favors one and favors another. I think this thing is hereditary among brothers.

As soon as the soup pot was opened, the two of us frantically poured things into it, and after the second roll, we opened our stomachs without any scruples and ate.In the cool autumn night, the breeze is blowing gently, and the small hot pot is burning, it is really a fairyland.

I didn't pay attention when I was eating the peeing beef balls, and I fed up with the little lunatic, who got angry and yelled: "What are you thinking!"

The beef balls slipped from the chopsticks and fell into the bowl. At the same time, I really remembered something: "Zhou Cheng is about to be released from prison."

The little lunatic was puzzled: "He has a sister, so what are you worrying about?"

I thought about it too, and then continued to unconsciously refer to my own struggle trajectory for getting out of prison in my mind to plan a feasible route for the other party.

After a hot pot meal, the little maniac and I were sweating profusely, with our chubby bellies hanging out, lying on the sofa unwilling to get up.The sofa is not big, it's a bit crowded for two people to lie on, but no one wants to move, and the surrounding area is very quiet. I don't know if it's because of the remote location, or because the neighbors are really asleep. In short, the whole world is only left with me and the little lunatic patting my stomach sound.

Such a night, paired with alcohol, is easy to make people nostalgic.

"Actually, I should thank you." The incandescent light bulb made me dizzy, and the past scenes appeared in my mind, like an old-fashioned movie, "If you didn't call me to the bottom of the mountain that year, I wouldn't be alive today .”

The little lunatic hiccupped, before continuing: "Let's put it this way, if you hadn't entered NO.17, I might still be a homeless person at the gate of the prison."

I shook my head, although I probably couldn't see the little lunatic lying on the bed: "No, there are others without me, and I won't leave you alone if I change it."

"That's not necessarily true," the little lunatic immediately retorted, "You're such a fool, you won't meet many of them."

"Hey, why can't I tell whether you are praising me or scolding me?" I poked his waist with my foot.

The little lunatic dodged away flexibly, moved his body and changed into a comfortable position, and then continued: "Of course I scolded you. Let me tell you, the saying that stupid people have stupid blessings is definitely a bluff. Don't take it seriously. A fool will suffer in the end, and no one else can stop him, such as your house..."

I interrupted angrily: "Can we not mention this?"

The little madman gave a scornful cut.After a while, he said, "Well, anyway, I'm here, at least I can't let you be sold and pay for it."

I ignored him and moved on to the next topic.

"Sing a folk song for the party~~I compare the party to my mother~~"

"I said can you sing a cheerful song?"

"Joyful? You dance for me?"

"no problem."

"Yo, hurry up, move forward~~The responsibility of a soldier is heavy~~The hatred of women is deep~~In ancient times, Hua Mulan joined the army in place of her father~~There is a detachment of women today... What do you do with your clothes off? You fucking What's the deal with such a little thing! Fuck you, can you be more normal-"

A good night of nostalgia, which ended with my desperate effort to stop the horrific dance of the little lunatic.

If you let this crazy boy drink again, I will take his surname!

On October [-]th, it rained, and Zhou Cheng was released from prison.

The taxi broke down when it was about to arrive, so the little lunatic and I walked for more than 20 minutes with an umbrella, and the trouser legs were soaked, not to mention muddy.

"Today is the 99th anniversary of the Revolution of [-]."

"Ah."

"Ahead is the prison."

"Ah."

"Looks like someone got there before us."

"Ah."

"Want to go over and say hello?"

……

In fact, sister Zhou Cheng and us are also considered acquaintances. Although we haven't spoken to each other, the number of visits and meetings in the past few years is enough for us to remember each other's faces.It's just that in my memory, she has thick long hair, which is smooth and beautiful, but now, she has cut her hair.

When she turned around and saw us, the woman's eyes flashed surprise, but her expression remained the same, she was calm, polite, and alienated.

"You..." She paused, seeming to be choosing her words carefully, before continuing after a while, "Come to pick my brother up from prison?"

I looked at the vigilance and defense in her eyes, smiled and shook my head: "No, I just came to take a look."

This is not a lie. For an inmate or buddy who has a home and a home, he really just wants to come and see him, to see him leave the cage, to see him return to freedom, and to see him run towards a happy new life, that is enough.

"Oh, that's it." The woman seemed to want to give me a smile, but unfortunately she didn't succeed, she just moved the corner of her mouth stiffly.

There was a strange noise not far away, and following the sound, the tall iron door slowly opened, and a tall and thin figure slowly walked out from inside.The figure first stood still, and then he didn't look at the sky or the ground. He was the first to look this way, as if he knew that someone was waiting for him, or that someone would be waiting for him.