Red dust kills beauty

45. Earrings, finger rings and picture books②

The witch merchant's injury is only serious, but in fact it's not bad, it's just that he was beaten. Compared with the beatings I received after my death, Zhaoyao's attack can even be called gentle.

The most seriously injured was only the hair of the witch merchant.The doctor shaved off half of his hair because of a deep cut on the right sideburn. The Shaman's hair is not short, it has grown to the length of his ears, and he has bangs. He is a gloomy handsome boy. shape.So it was also severely damaged.

Think about it, no matter how good-looking a person is, he can't be very handsome with such a hairstyle.At that time, when he came back by car, as soon as he took off his hat, Zhaoyao and I had put on an interrogation posture, but we didn't hold back all of a sudden, we laughed, and we didn't teach him a lesson.

——I suspect that this is the conspiracy of the witch merchant. He just wants to use this image to avoid another beating.

He is a very smug person, I thought that because of this, the witch merchants would stay at home and be self-contained, until their hair grows back, they will wear hats to see people.Unexpectedly, he went to the barber shop the next day, and directly flattened the other side of his hair, replacing it with a classic Mohawk style.

Probably to match the new hairstyle, he changed all my clothes and came back in a suit.When I opened the door, I barely recognized who it was.

After removing the slightly longer forehead hair, his handsome facial features showed a bit of sharpness, and he looked more energetic.I looked around him up and down, I couldn't bear to take my eyes off him.He looked at me with a smile: "Is it pretty?"

I nodded vigorously: "It looks amazing. You look so handsome in a suit."

Later, consciously or not, I began to wear suits often.Growing up, Zhaoyao is very repulsive to the hormones he emits every day, and often scolds the witch businessman in front of me for showing off and not being a man - he probably doesn't realize this, but he actually means it.

The witch merchant responded lightly: "Zhaozhao is just jealous. After all, children look very funny in adult clothes."

"I told you not to call me Zhaozhao!" Zhaoyao exploded again.

Although I have retired, I am not completely a house husband.Just like the combination with Liu Liuzi last time, I occasionally help my friends solve small problems. This time I went out to fight, and when I came back, I brought back a suitcase of spoils.

When I opened the luggage, there were various curios of calligraphy and painting inside. I asked Wu Shang and Zhaoyao to pick them out first, and I would sell the rest to Liu Liuzi.

"What is this?" The witch merchant squatted next to the suitcase, indifferent to the jewels pouring all over the floor, and was fiddling with a small wooden box with great interest.

If any archaeologists see this scene, they will be so angry because of our violent behavior of robbers.However, in troubled times, who pays so much attention to it.

I glanced at it: "Oh, that one is for Lao Bai."

The witch merchant protracted his voice, and said in a strange way: "Oh, I specially brought a gift for Mr. Fu." After speaking, he stretched out his hand and said coquettishly, "Brother—where's mine?"

I pointed to the suitcase, only to feel baffled: "Isn't that all there?"

"Oh, for me and Ah Zhao, I just piled up the junk in the suitcase and threw it away casually, and put the ones for Mr. Fu in a small box and gave them to him.

Me: "..." Although, the witch merchant is really good at making a good girlfriend.

In the face of Zuojing, my method has always been to deal with it coldly.

"You say yes." I shrugged, then took the box from him, and Shi Shiran left.

"What are you doing?" He asked quietly behind my back.

I opened the brocade box, revealing the jade ring finger inside.Every big boss has to wear a wrench on his thumb, and of course a big boss like Fu Baixue must have one.At that time, I couldn't walk when I saw this—isn't this the one that Fu Baixue will always wear on his thumb in the future!

I have a sense of enlightenment: it should be here.

This finger ring is an ancient relic that has been handed down for hundreds of years. It is of excellent quality and workmanship. In order to get it, I did not hesitate to talk to my friends, and even got out a lot of things.So the witch merchant's idea is also correct, that box of things is the addition of this finger.

"Give Lao Bai a gift."

"........."

——Ah, the witch merchant seems to be angry again.

I told this matter to Fu Baixue, he was silent for a long time after listening, and replied me with a noncommittal: "Uh."

This, uh, is very spiritual, and I asked vigilantly, "You also think Xiaoshang should be angry?"

Fu Baixue put the wrench on her thumb: "As a person with vested interests, I have no right to speak."

This is the euphemistic "yes".

I also know that I often play disco in the minefield of witch merchants. I know he is upset and I don’t coax him, but it gets worse-but I just don’t want to.I gave up Fu Baixue and Zhaoyao for him, and I am also very wronged.

"Forget it, let's not talk about him." I changed the subject, "I have never given you a finger wrench before, do you like it?"

"Yes, I like it."

I am proud: "I know you like these things."

He has worn this thumb for a long time, and he never took it off his thumb in the future. If he didn't like it very much, why would he keep wearing it?

"You got the order wrong. You gave it to me not because I like to wear it." Fu Baixue took it easy, "It's because you gave it to me, so I like it."

"..."

Is that so?So this is ah.

I remembered the gift I gave Fu Baixue for the first time, when we were still on the battlefield, I just lost my vigilance to him, trying to get closer to this taciturn man.So one time when we were sitting in the ditch recovering our strength, I dug out a small can of red bayberries from my pocket.

"Eat?" I asked him.

Fu Baixue, who was a little younger than now, but much more disheveled, looked at me in astonishment, with "Don't you hate me" written all over her face, which was very easy to understand.

I opened the can impatiently: "Here, eat quickly."

At that time, I still didn't understand everything. Fu Baixue was eating there, and I just squatted beside him and watched him drooling.Fu Baixue was uncomfortable being watched by me, so he handed the can back.I glared at him, and said that if you give it to you, it’s yours, what’s the matter if you return it, if you tell you to eat it, you can eat it.

Fu Baixue seemed to want to laugh a little bit, but held back, and only ate all the blueberries in the can, and even drank the sugar water under my direct gaze.

I eagerly asked, "Is it delicious?"

He narrowed his eyes and smiled, and replied gently and earnestly: "It's delicious."

But after a long, long time, I learned in a chat among mercenaries that Fu Baixue actually doesn't like sweets, and doesn't eat a bite. When they work together, the supply of desserts that belong to Fu Baixue is divided up of.

But there is a shortage of supplies on the battlefield, and everything related to sweetness is a rarity.Every time I happily brought something back to share with him, he laughed and ate it all.

So later, I thought, since sending food can't work, let's give it away.So every time I encounter a stone that I think is precious, I will take it back and give it to him.Gradually, I got the habit of giving away gems.

But now I know that he wears it every time, but only because of me.

So sometimes, I think this man is really boring.

— dull, silent, clumsy, downright boring.

Silence once again enveloped this small tea room. After breaking everything apart, although we all tried our best to return everything to the past, there were still more and more times when we were speechless.

One second before I couldn't help but want to say goodbye, Fu Baixue brought up another matter as if she had made up her mind.

He rubbed his fingertips that I was very familiar with in the previous life, and sighed: "You know, it will be 15 years soon."

"..." I said nothing.

15 years, this is a sensitive number.It represents only that one thing.

A few years ago, Fu Baixue and I went to the mountain city. We were so distraught that we almost got together, but he braked at the door and said that he would wait for him for a few years.

At that time, I didn't understand what he was waiting for, but I finally understood, but it was too late.

The secret he has carefully treasured for 15 years has already been pried away by my impatient me, and unfortunately it has deteriorated.From a fragrant and fragrant wine, it has deteriorated into a bitter and sour vinegar.

Has Fu Baixue counted the time passed by the pointer during the long and painful wait; has he sketched the appearance of me and the witch merchant in the long silent night; Forget it... I don't know any of these.

He has always been a person who is very used to losing and being patient.

So Fu Baixue just smiled plainly: "So, there is no need to say it now, right?"

I turned my head and didn't dare to look at him: "...Yes."

"..."

Fu Baixue didn't speak, he seemed to be thinking about something, and I didn't dare to say a word, just waiting for his next article, like a fish waiting to be slaughtered.

After a long time, he raised his sleeves to wipe off the steam from the hot tea, stood up, his expression was the same as usual, as if he deleted the conversation we just had with one click.

"A gift is the heart of the giver. You gave me such a precious gift, and now I have nothing to worry about, so I will play a song for you as a thank you gift."

The study room is next door to the tea room. He picked up the guitar hanging on the wall and lowered his head to tune it.In fact, he listens to rock a little more in private, but obviously he can't use an electric guitar to play me.

I thought he would play a lingering tune, but I laughed as soon as the prelude came out. It was the very familiar "Little Star Variations".The piece was very long, nearly 9 minutes long, and he played it in a different key, very seriously.I stared at his quiet side face, listened, and suddenly wanted to cry.

Who the hell wants to listen to Little Xingxing!

Fu Baixue, do you know that you have been completely used up by me, and I have kept you waiting for 15 years—how many 15 years can there be in life?

You should... play some emotional tunes.Instead, learn to be like a witch merchant and scold me.

Playing Little Star so earnestly will make me feel that you still love me very much.

He really didn't know how to benefit himself at all, he was so dull and clumsy.

After playing a song, he asked me if it sounded good.I wiped the corners of my eyes half-truthfully: "It sounds good, so good to hear that my tears are streaming down."

"..."

Fu Baixue didn't know whether to believe it or not.

I regained my joking interest: "I always feel that with your temperament, you should play the guqin or play the erhu."

"Who told my mother to like to listen to bands." He laughed, "It's just a thought."

"It's okay, I'll accompany you to think about it."

I also got a little bit interested, he has quite a collection of instruments, he even has a balalaika.We used to play together in the future, but today I didn't plan to play that, but turned out a harmonica.

"Let's have a piece of Katyusha."

As a classic song that has been popular for hundreds of years, especially a few years before the raging war, the harmonica version of "Katyusha" is music that can often be heard on the battlefield.

Occasionally, when there were Eastern Slavs on both sides of the battle, Fu Baixue and I were lying in the trench during the night truce, and we could hear the ensemble of soldiers from both sides.The timbre of the harmonica is loud, like a white dove flying across the sky burning with gunpowder smoke.

"Just as pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, a soft veil floats on the river."

"Katyusha stood on the steep bank, singing like a bright spring."

Next chapter: Earrings, Finger Wrench and Filling Book③

"Don't you always complain that I didn't give you a present?"

I compared the picture book I tore off in my memory, lowered my head and took a liner to draw on the picture book.

"Then I'll give it to you, okay?"

?April [-]st

The more I write, the more I feel that Ah Ning is a straight and scumbag boyfriend, and Lianhua is a bitch and sweet girlfriend.They are a good match (great read

"Little Star Variations" and Little Star are not the same piece.The former belongs to a higher level of difficulty in piano music, but if you really want to play it well, you need a solid foundation.

The classical guitar version is equally difficult. I haven’t learned guitar, but I heard from friends that most people’s hands will break after playing...

You must not believe it, I am listening to "The Hawthorn Tree" and coding "Katyusha".Although I think the hawthorn tree is more suitable for the feeling of this chapter, but in terms of popularity and adaptability to the battlefield, Katyusha is still higher.The story behind Katyusha is so magnificent that it made me cry when I saw it.