street people

When it was time for dinner, Sun Yanshi did not go downstairs. Lang Song made lunch and waited until one o'clock before eating alone.

During this period, he went upstairs twice, but did not knock on the door. First, he was afraid of affecting Sun Yanshi's rest, and second, Sun Yanshi's words "Leave me alone" echoed in his ears all the time.After lingering at the door for a while, he went downstairs lightly and sent a message to Sun Yanshi, telling him that the food was warming in the pot, and reminded him to get up and remember to eat.

【Okay, I'll eat later. 】

Sun Yanshi immediately responded to the message, and Lang Song was relieved a little. He stood in the courtyard and took a look upstairs before going out.

Sun Yanshi opened his eyes at the same time as the rolling door of some years sounded "click".The fever is real, but it is not a side effect of the medicine, because he has not taken a single medicine since he got the medicine.In the past two days, Langyue signed up and entered school. He was thinking about going with his brother and sister, so he didn't eat for fear of delay.

He lay on the bed with his eyes open for a few more minutes before he got up and went downstairs. The sliding door was closed, and Lang Song had already gone out.He rubbed his throbbing forehead, went to the kitchen to eat, washed the pots and bowls, and then sat in the yard to smoke.

Soybean just woke up, Zaba Zaba got out of his "hut" with a rubber ball in his mouth.

This "hut" was built by Lang Song out of cardboard boxes, and he specially made a bamboo mat to spread on the lower floor, and Huang Dou likes to sleep on it.

Sun Yanshi took the ball from Huangdou's mouth and threw it far away. Huangdou rushed out like lightning and caught the ball with a high leap.

Surprised, Sun Yanshi took the ball from Huang Dou's mouth again and threw it in another direction. This time Huang Dou still caught it flexibly.

"Quite clever." Sun Yanshi patted Huang Dou's head with a smile, "Your father has something to do, so you can play for a while."

"Wow!" Soybean wagged his tail and walked away with the ball in his mouth.

Sun Yanshi narrowed his eyes, looked up at the tile-blue sky above his head, and looked away after a long time.He took a long breath, patted the non-existent dust on his thighs, got up and opened the door of the utility room behind him.

With a "click", some fine dust was shaken up by the sound of the door opening, flying wantonly in the sun.

Sun Yanshi narrowed his eyes to prevent dust from entering his eyes, and stood at the door for a few seconds before walking in.The messy utility room in my impression had a new look, and the messy things were neatly stacked, which must have been cleaned up by Lang Song again.

Looking around the room, Sun Yanshi found two familiar cardboard boxes in the corner, filled with empty wine bottles.He only cleaned it once on a whim, and there was no rule. He couldn't remember the last time he cleaned up empty wine bottles, but judging by the number of bottles, it must have been at least two months.

Sun Yanshi moved the cardboard box to the courtyard and kicked it with the toe of his shoe. The glass bottles collided with each other, making a harsh sound.He stared at it for a while, then went upstairs with an empty cardboard box, searched out a few bottles of wine in the corner of the room, and went to the store to take all the bottles of spirits in the dark compartment under the counter come out.

Standing silently in the courtyard, Sun Yanshi pinched the iliac bones on both sides with both hands, and looked down at a box of wine collected from various corners on the ground.

Some of these wines have not been opened, some have been opened for a sip or there is only one sip left. Anyway, they piled up in a box in a mess.

Suddenly thinking of something, he turned around and entered the store again, and took a few bottles of cooking wine from the shelf to the courtyard.He originally wanted to go to the kitchen to take away the remaining half bottle, but Lang Song used it almost every day, so he gave up.

He moved the wine to the sink, picked up a bottle of wine, unscrewed the cap and poured it into the sink.The fragrant wine flowed into the pipe along the drain, and finally flowed into the sewer.

Something in the body also seemed to flow down the clear liquid into the filthy sewer.

Bottles of wine were poured into the sink like this, and the whole yard was filled with the smell of wine. Soybean walked back following the smell, and looked up at Sun Yanshi in puzzlement.Sun Yanshi glanced at it, turned on the tap, and let the tap water dilute the smell of wine.After pouring out the wine, he sorted out all the empty wine bottles and pulled them to the garbage station in the village with a small cart.

Back home in silence, Sun Yanshi took out the medicine prescribed by the hospital, took the dose and put it in his palm.Staring at the colorful capsules in the palm of his hand, he raised his hand and threw it into his mouth.

Lang Song went to the monkey's place, sent the finished handicrafts, and brought back some on the way.After going back and forth for more than an hour, it was three o'clock in the afternoon when he returned to Lanying Lane.

As soon as he walked into the alley, the cell phone in his pocket rang, and it was the foreman calling.

Lang Song answered the phone, and the foreman explained on the other end of the phone that a storage company was looking for a temporary worker to unload large cargo tomorrow. He contracted it and paid 300 yuan a day for unloading. He asked Lang Song if he had taken care of his family's affairs, and if he could do it tomorrow go.

Usually the goods of the warehousing company are easy to unload, and it is not so tiring. This is a very attractive job.

Lang Song stopped and didn't answer right away. He glanced into the alley and saw a small patch of rain that was so dusty that it couldn't see its color. He replied after a while: "Sorry, I probably will No time."

Lang Song went back to the small shop, the door was closed, and there was still no one downstairs, but seeing the clean stove, his tense nerves relaxed a little.

It wasn't until nearly four o'clock that Lang Song stood under the carport in the courtyard, preparing to drag out the little e-Donkey to pick Lang Yue up from school, when he heard the slow and rhythmic sound of "t-t-t--".

A small open space under the stairs is the carport. Lang Song walked a few steps forward and saw Sun Yanshi coming downstairs rubbing his forehead.

"Brother," he called out, "are you feeling better?"

Sun Yanshi's upper body trembled involuntarily. He was frightened. He had just woken up and was still dazed.

"It's much better." Sun Yanshi pinched the bridge of his nose, raised his lips and turned his head, "I'm fine after a nap. Are you going to pick up Yueyue after school?"

"Well, I'm getting ready to go."

Sun Yanshi glanced at the watch that he forgot to take off: "Isn't school over at 04:30? How come it's so early?"

"Go there early and wait." Lang Song replied, his focused eyes never leaving Sun Yanshi.

Sun Yanshi's hair in front of his forehead was wet, his face was glistening with water, and there was a crystal clear drop of water under his chin, but it should not be sweat, it seemed that he had washed his face with water.

Sun Yanshi stepped on the last step: "How about I pick it up?"

Lang Song withdrew his gaze: "No, I'll just go, and I'll go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables along the way."

"That's fine, then you pay attention to safety." Sun Yanshi didn't force it, and after a pause, he suddenly remembered something, "What did you say to Yueyue this morning?"

This morning, Lang Yue refused to enter the classroom with a look of tears on her face, but Lang Song said something to her in sign language, and she obediently followed the teacher away.

"Ah—that," Lang Song touched the back of his neck and said embarrassedly, "I told her that today she will be the first child to be taken home by her parents."

Sun Yanshi was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and jokingly said: "The little girl who will marry you in the future will be very happy."

Lang Song's black pupils trembled involuntarily, and his hands on the handlebars of the car were unconsciously tightened. He lowered his eyes and said "uh--" "Then I'll go first."

The late-summer hot wind mixed with car exhaust and dust made people feel restless. Lang Song speeded up the car, letting the gravel sting his cheeks, and rode to the kindergarten in one breath. His restlessness finally subsided.

Lang Song took care of the little eDonkey and waited at the gate of the kindergarten. There was still half an hour before school ended, and he was the first one to arrive.

He looked inside through the guardrail, but there was a small playground covered with colorful cushions between the gate and the classroom. He couldn't see into the classroom, and could only hear the sound of children playing.

"Lang Yue's elder brother?"

A soft voice came from behind, Lang Song turned his head subconsciously, and saw a slender and beautiful girl standing two meters away, it was Shen Pingping, the teacher of the jumping class.

"Hello, Mr. Shen." Lang Song shrugged at his clothes, glanced at what Shen Pingping was carrying, and said hastily, "May I help you carry it?"

"No, no, no," Shen Pingping was entrusted by the principal to go out to buy some things, she smiled, "I'll be there soon."

"That's fine," Lang Song bowed to make way for him, "then you should do your work first."

"Are you here to pick up Xiao Yueyue from school?" Shen Pingping took a step forward, "There is still half an hour before school ends,"

"Yes, I came early if I had nothing to do."

"Then do you want to pick it up in advance? You can pick it up in advance if you sign, but it's not recommended to do this often." Shen Pingping smiled and suggested friendlyly.

"No," Lang Song shook his head, "I'll just wait."

"Okay, then I'll go in first." Shen Pingping stopped in front of the door, she pursed her red lips, a flash of struggle flashed in her eyes, and finally she turned around and asked: "Brother Langyue... ...Are you Boss Sun's younger brother?"

The tip of his tongue unconsciously pressed against his palate, and Lang Song hesitated before answering: "No, I just rented his house."

Shen Pingping's drooping eyelashes trembled, she tucked back a strand of hair, suppressed the surging emotions, and asked, "That's the tenant, right?"

Lang Song's complexion changed slightly, his Adam's apple twitched, and he said honestly, "Yes."

Shen Pingping gave a thoughtful "Oh", then said goodbye to Lang Song politely, and turned to enter the kindergarten.

Her feet are on brightly colored cushions, and each step is light and joyful.