Xi Shijing

It's a gamble.For Qiao Weixian's step, he had no idea what to do, but he really learned from his old master.

Mrs. Qiao was an official in the old dynasty, but in the new dynasty, he is also an official.At that time, the Cicheng Wharf was divided into three factions, one faction of soldiers, one faction of bandits, and one faction of civilians. There were constant frictions and the climate was chaotic.Mrs. Qiao stepped forward and said don't even fight, sit down and talk, earn silver dollars together, and hand over to me, Qiao, if you have any troubles.

These words are heartfelt and honest.During Mrs. Qiao’s administration, everything was meticulous. In the end, three groups of people came and went, and there were few life-and-death disputes, because they were all mixed up with the power of the surname Joe, and their arms and legs hurt themselves.After a long time, Mrs. Qiao stepped down, and a new chief came to power, and there was a lot of competition, but no one bought the account of the chief, and had to go to the old man to mediate.

But Mr. Qiao's two brushes have been passed to his grandson, and the bristles of the brushes are soft.Qiao Weixian can no longer control it with two hands, he rents the land out of his grandfather's face, and then sub-leases it to merchants for profit.Now the ups and downs of the pier have their own hearts and minds, and it won't work just by talking.

Qiao Weixian spent a lot of money that night to order the guards at the pier to withdraw from the patrol, and turned around to report the news to the gang.He didn't make any money here, but it didn't matter: it was just for a bad breath.

Qiao Weixian remembered that when she was a child, grandma and grandma played cards, if they lost to tricksters, they would go home and cry, most of the people at the poker table would have something wrong with their goods.He heard the old couple sitting in the room, the old man holding the old lady in his arms, muttering: "I earned it back for you, why are you crying? Stop crying!"

Yuanji recuperated for a few days, and finally had enough strength to move around.As soon as he moved, he was still a little unstable. He leaned on the wall and touched the edge of the wooden square table. With great difficulty, his buttocks fell on the bench and almost fell over.

Hearing the noise, the little sparrow ran out from the back room: "Brother Yuan Ji!" After saying that, he ran to Yuan Ji's side and reached for the water bottle: "I'll come."

Yuan Ji looked at the little sparrow: "This time you took care of me."

The little sparrow handed out the water, and said softly, "Brother Yuan Ji, I heard that a few days ago, the boat of Mr. Xia was robbed by the boat bandits."

Yuanji choked.The little sparrow patted him on the back: "Brother, it can be seen that God is watching."

The water in the bowl trembled, Yuan Ji didn't speak.He raised his nose after a while: "Why is it so fragrant?"

The little sparrow was a little embarrassed: "It's my stewed duck soup."

He untied the small purse sewn in his torn trousers, took some money, and handed it to Yuan Ji: "Master Qiao gave me these when he left a few days ago. He said he wanted me to get something and do it well." meal……"

Yuan Ji glanced at Qian, then at him, thinking of him as an idiot, with a funny face on his face: "So you were hired by him! Why, you don't think he is a bad guy?"

The little sparrow's voice was soft, and her face turned even redder: "I was the one who heard it from others..."

"What should we do in the future?" Little Sparrow carefully glanced at Qian: "Brother Yuanji, the affairs of Mr. Xia's house cannot be done,"

The little sparrow was squirming: "Why don't we ask Master Qiao some other day?"

Yuan Ji laughed, but was very optimistic: "Why bother? There is a job everywhere, so I can't starve to death. Don't bother him all the time."

In fact, he doesn't need to bother.

After more than a month and a half, Yuanji was almost done.At night, while the little sparrow was asleep, he held a piece of white willow bark in his mouth, moved a small stool, sat inside the door, and weaved willow goods by the door lamp.This is the wicker he collected when he was not beaten earlier, and now he has time to weave.

He is not good at worrying, he is humming a ditty at the moment, his hands are busy, he is about to sing until his sister can't wait for his brother, when he suddenly hears a heavy car sound not far away.

Yuan Ji lowered his head, and after a few minutes, he heard the sound of the wheelchair approaching, and when he raised his head again, he burst out laughing.The two men looked at each other, neither in a hurry to speak.

Yuan Ji put the unfinished willow goods aside, smiled, and leaned over to reach for Qiao Weixian's hand.As soon as he pulled, his heart relaxed and he spoke freely:

"What the hell are you doing all this time? I'm pretty much fine now."

Qiao Weixian stretched out his arm and blinked his eyes for a long time: "Something happened on the pier—what is this doing?"

Yuan Ji chuckled twice, stood up, and pushed Qiao Weixian into the room. The half-woven wicker basket was just like a flat hat. He raised his hand and lightly put it on Qiao Weixian's head: "Do Dowry!"

Qiao Weixian grabbed the small basket and pinched the side of the basket, making it very funny: "What do you call a betrothal gift? It would be appropriate to marry a grasshopper!"

Yuan Ji struck a match and lit a kerosene lamp on the square table.Without the wind blowing, the light itself is quite swaying.Yuan Ji grabbed a bag of peanuts from the back room, put them on the table, lowered his voice, and said to Qiao Weixian beside him, "The child is asleep."

Weixian listened to this lecture, and the shadow of the lamp made his face blush flicker.He rubbed his face with the back of his hand to cover it up.

Yuan Ji unhurriedly peeled two peanuts and put them on the small dish in front of Qiao Weixian: "Is it urgent to go to the pier so late?"

Qiao Weixian looked at the peanuts in the small dish, picked it up and chewed one, it smelled salty and fragrant.

Seeing that he loves to eat, Yuan Ji piled it up to two layers on his plate: "I heard people say that Xia Congliang's boat was robbed." Yuan Ji looked at him with a half-smile, his eye sockets were deep in the shadow of the lamp: " What's going on, Boss Joe?"

Qiao Weixian grabbed a few peanuts, chewed until his cheeks bulged, and then muttered after a long while: "It's broken, I earned it back."

Yuan Ji was a little amused, as expected: "You..." He reached under the table and patted Qiao Weixian's leg: "Silently, how can you do nothing bad!"

Seeing him smile, Qiao Weixian lifted the corners of his mouth.He took out a letter from his chest and put it on the table.

Yuan Ji turned the letter over by the lamp: "This is it?"

"Letter of introduction." Qiao Weixian said softly, "I just told you today that I asked Sergeant Ma and asked for a position as a patrol officer."

Yuan Ji didn't recognize him: "Sheriff Ma?"

Qiao Weixian curled her lips: "Nowadays, there are not many policemen on the dock like mine. Instead of taking advantage of others, you might as well go."

Yuan Ji held the envelope, picked up the bowl, and poured water for Qiao Weixian, half laughing, half sighing.

How could he not know Qiao Weixian's perfect plan for him?I'm afraid that he will go to work for others, and he will get rid of his skin.Yuan Ji put down the kettle, and slowly lifted his hand up. Uncontrollably, he touched Qiao Weixian's cheek:

"It's too much trouble for you—why bother me? I can do anything!" Yuan Ji reached out and pinched the back of Qiao Weixian's hand. He had a lot to say, but his face turned red and he stopped talking.

Qiao Weixian looked at him, the veins on the back of his hands were itchy as Yuan Ji stroked them back and forth.His eyelashes drooped and then raised again: "I am willing."

Yuan Ji didn't expect his words, and swallowed in his throat.He rubbed Qiao Weixian's fingers, wanting to smile: "If I were a big girl, if you treated me like this, I would definitely run away with you overnight." He blinked and remembered again: "Oh, no, I'm pushing you to run, push you run with you."

Qiao Weixian's heart was twisted by him, but when he heard this sentence, he was angry and funny: "I'll fuck you!"

The two talked more and laughed more and more, Yuan Ji moved his head closer to Qiao Weixian: "Slow down, keep down, I can't be happy..."

The shade of the kerosene lamp was often cleaned by Yuan Ji. At this time, it was translucent, and the light radiated out, making it look thin and light, like the yarn woven in the dark.

Qiao Weixian turned his head to look at the person in front of him, feeling in a trance for a while.

He used to read some picture book illustrations, in which he drew couples from ordinary families, sitting at the table at night, lighting a candle, talking close together, they must have put their faces together and bit their ears.He used to wonder: Why can't he speak well, and he has to be like a thief?

His chest was hot and trembling, and now he seemed to understand.

Qiao Weixian raised his wrist and pressed it to the back of Yuan Ji's neck.Originally it was close enough, but with such a press, only Yuan Ji was pressed in front of his eyes.He looked at Yuanji, from his eyebrows, to the creases of his eyelids, to the tip of his nose, to his chin.Yuan Ji's edges and corners were always stiff, and when the lamp was shaken, it lit a ball of fire in his eyes.

I don't know who was the first to touch the tip of the nose and stick to the lips.