Bai Luochuan secretly washed his underwear early in the morning. He could hide it from others, but not from Mi Yang.
People like Mi Yang who do book repair sometimes need to piece together an entire ancient book that is almost in tatters. Even a small detail as small as a grain of rice cannot be missed. They have trained their eyes well. The room is only this big, and Bai Luochuan made a little sound of water. He went in and looked up, and he knew what had happened.
Bai Luochuan's face was still a little red, and when he saw Mi Yang, he didn't dare to look him in the eye.
Mi Yang accompanied him to eat breakfast. He thought about the books he had picked yesterday and the popular science knowledge about adolescence. He always thought that he was older than Bai Luochuan, and subconsciously wanted to help him solve these little troubles of teenagers.
After breakfast, the two went back upstairs. Mi Yang closed the door and planned to sit down and talk to him.
Mi Yang glanced towards the bathroom, and Bai Luochuan immediately tensed up.
Mi Yang asked him: "Are you nervous?"
Bai Luochuan asked: "Ah?"
Mi Yang moved a chair and sat in front of him, saying, "Didn't we learn this in class? This is actually a normal phenomenon."
Bai Luochuan felt guilty and didn't dare to look him in the eye. He just said "hmm" casually.
Mi Yang sat there and forced himself to teach him about physiology and hygiene. The textbook said too little about it, and the few words he spoke about were all about anatomy. He was also reserved in the usual Chinese way, not mentioning any details or special precautions.
"Pay attention to hygiene, wear loose clothes, and try to distract yourself. Don't do too much, it's not good for your health." Mi Yang said for a while, and then half-seriously scared him: "If you do too much, you won't grow taller."
Bai Luochuan suddenly asked: "How do you know so much?"
Mi Yang was stunned for a moment, and said vaguely: "My dad found two books for me, and I read them in the books."
Bai Luochuan asked him: "Why are you looking at these?"
Mi Yang said: "I'll prepare in advance."
Bai Luochuan looked at him this time and asked, "Did you use it?"
Mi Yang sat there and chatted, a little embarrassed, "It will be soon, it will be useful sooner or later anyway."
Bai Luochuan moved closer to him and whispered, "I'm telling you, I had a dream last night. I can't tell you the details, but I just felt a little hot at first, and then I felt very comfortable. It was like there was fog in the dream, and I couldn't see anything, but I did go in..."
Mi Yang was embarrassed by what he said, he stepped back a little, scratched his face and said: "It's normal, it's usually like this anyway."
Bai Luochuan, who was sitting opposite him, looked at him for a while, stood up, and said with a smile: "I know all this, and I have read the book before. Don't worry about me, I was just teasing you."
Mi Yang: “…”
Young Master Bai stood up and went out. He looked much more relaxed than Mi Yang, not affected at all.
Mi Yang began to doubt books on adolescent psychological counseling. In the past, he was somewhat embarrassed to read these books. However, Master Bai was so frank and upright that Mi Yang felt that he was the one who made the mistake.
Bai Luochuan took the key to open the door of the study, found the books he had picked out yesterday and gave them to Mi Yang. Perhaps because he thought the books had been there for too long, he put them in a clean box before letting Mi Yang take them. He also repeatedly reminded him: "Be careful when you repair them. These books are old. Wear glasses and don't get them in your eyes."
Mi Yang nodded in agreement and took the book back to Mi Hong.
Mi Hong was very interested in these two ancient books. He touched the cover and said, "Medical books from the Qing Dynasty are in good condition, like the two in your hand." He tapped them with his fingers and suddenly asked, "Who asked you to repair them?"
Mi Yang said: "It's Bai Luochuan's grandfather. He has a very large study room and told me to use it to practice."
Mi Hong said indifferently: "You say it's just for practice, but the money for the repair will be calculated separately."
Mi Yang was stunned for a moment and asked, "Are you still asking his family for money?"
Mi Hong glanced at him and said with a little dissatisfaction: "Why do you always help the Bai family? You might as well just call yourself Bai."
Mi Yang's face felt hot.
Mi Hong said: "Craftsmen make a living by their skills. Even if they are apprentices, they never work for nothing. Although there is no ancestor in our industry, the rules are the rules. It is normal for a child like you to be shy and unable to speak. I will go and ask."
Mi Hong put down the book and went to the main room to make a phone call. Mi Yang hurriedly followed him. Mi Hong had already started dialing.
Mi Yang whispered: "Grandpa..."
Mi Hong's call to the Bai family was picked up, and Old Bai's voice was heard: "Hey, Old Mi, why did you think of calling me today, old man?" The voice sounded familiar and teasing with a smile.
Mi Hong said: "My grandson went to your house to repair books. He brought the work home. He is a child and doesn't know anything. I saw that I naturally wanted to ask the employer's requirements clearly."
Mr. Bai said with a smile, "What's the point of asking for anything? My pile of old books will just get moldy if left there. They are useless. Give them to the children to play with. You helped me repair the doors and windows of the old house two years ago. I haven't thanked you yet."
Mi Hong said: "This is not the rule."
Mi Hong asked the other party clearly, and spoke like the book repairer in the bookstore. His voice was indifferent but he explained the details clearly, like a businessman. But Bai Lao was careless and probably got bored after listening for a while. He said casually: "Okay, my ears hurt from listening to you. How much do you want?"
Mi Hong glanced at his grandson standing next to him and said, "It's free. Just give us one copy for every five you repair. Don't worry, we won't take the sets apart. There are rules in the industry. We will just pick up a few single copies."
Mr. Bai said, "Okay, let's do it!"
Mi Hong hung up the phone and taught the child, "Whatever problems you encounter in the future, talk about them in advance. Although it may seem a little strange, it is much easier to deal with than the troubles in the future."
Mi Yang nodded and said, "Is it the same with everyone?"
Mi Hong raised the corner of his mouth and made a rare joke with him: "No, there is no need to distinguish between you and me with your own wife."
Mi Yang was still nodding, Mi Hong glanced at him and asked, "Are you dating a girlfriend?"
Mi Yang shook his head repeatedly: "No, no!"
Mi Hong said: "That means there is someone you like."
This sentence was said with certainty. Mi Yang's face was hot. He looked away and tried to change the subject: "Grandpa, you, you also repaired the doors and windows for the Bai family?"
Mi Hong said: "Yes, the Bai family's old house was renovated two years ago. They got some good wood but didn't trust other people's craftsmanship, so they found me and helped to repair it. Many families in the town went to help. The Bai family is a good employer and pays generously."
Mi Hong said it out without any concern, and didn't feel inferior to anyone else.
Mi Yang just wanted to change the subject, and immediately said: "Yes, I also saw someone cleaning the yard. It seems that they hired people from the town."
Mi Hong nodded, glanced at his grandson, and suddenly asked, "Who do you like?"
Mi Yang's face turned red and he hesitated and refused to say anything. In the afternoon, Mi Yang was even more absorbed in editing his book and did not mention the matter. Fortunately, Mi Hong only said this casually and did not intend to ask any further questions, which allowed Mi Yang to secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
Mi Yang walked back to his grandmother's house under the moonlight at night. Shanhai Town was quiet at night, and the gravel road made a slight sound when he stepped on it. Mi Yang kicked a small stone and walked slowly forward, thinking about his worries.
He had been thinking about it since he came back from riding that day.
He seemed to have no idea when he started to feel that he should stay with Young Master Bai.
This habit was so natural that when he suddenly woke up, he realized that something had changed. He began to care about the distance between them, began to watch him grow up, and subconsciously wanted to take care of his mood, and naturally repaired books for him and his family...
Mi Yang sighed and looked up at the full moon in the sky. The moonlight was clear and shining, leaving people nowhere to escape.
He seemed to like it a little bit.
Mi Yang took two steps and said to himself: "Not necessarily, maybe I'm used to it." He repeated it twice, as if to persuade himself.
He was walking along this side and was almost reaching Old Lady Cheng's house when he suddenly heard rustling sounds coming from the courtyard outside, and faint voices of talking.
Mi Yang asked alertly: "Who! Who is there!"
There was silence over there for a moment, and then there was a sound again, as if someone was about to run away.
Mi Yang took the flashlight and turned it on at its highest level. He had not used it on the road, but when he met a thief, he wanted to use it to scare him. He shouted, "I saw you. Hey! You're still running away. I'm talking to you..." He wanted to shout for help since this place was close to home and the neighbors would come out to help if they shouted. However, when the strong light of the flashlight was shone over, Mi Yang kept silent first.
The one who was photographed and covered his eyes was a boy of about his age, about fourteen or fifteen years old. He blocked his face with his arms and shouted softly, "Don't, don't! Don't shout, we are one family!"
Mi Yang was amused by him. He lowered the light of the flashlight, but did not move it down. He still shone it on the boy's face and said, "Don't block it. I know who you are."
The boy was a little embarrassed, so he put his hands down and scratched his face. He was too embarrassed to look at him, so he looked around and said, "Well, I just ate too much tonight, so I came here for a walk... just to look around."
Mi Yang asked, "You just wandered into my vegetable garden?"
The boy coughed.
Mi Yang said: "Wang Bing, tell me, why are you here so late at night?"
Wang Bing scratched his head and was unable to speak. Mi Yang then swept the flashlight all over his body and it soon fell on his bulging trouser pockets. Wang Bing immediately covered his pocket and remained silent.
Mi Yang wanted to laugh, he knew this very well, the Wang Bing in front of him was the boy who led him to pick bamboo on the hillside before, and he was also one of his childhood friends. He was not a bad person, but he was very loyal, always liked to hang out with others, and liked to stand up for others. Wang Bing wanted to be the boss, so he had to do some "big things" that the boss should do. Young people these days would secretly watch Hong Kong movies at home. Wang Bing's family had a DVD player, and the adults were away during the summer vacation, so they watched movies together. Mi Yang remembered that he had watched it with them before, it seemed to be Young and Dangerous, but he couldn't remember the name.
I only remember that Wang Bing was bragging at the time. He saw the big brother in the movie smoking and insisted that he had learned to smoke too.
A group of half-grown children, whose hair had not even fully grown, started to clamor for Wang Bing to beat them in front of them.
The town is so small that Wang Bing dared not buy cigarettes by himself. After buying them, the cigarette seller Liu Po could tell half the people in the town within ten minutes that the boy from the Wang family had learned bad habits and started smoking.
But the bullshit was out, what could he do? Wang Bing heard a rumor from somewhere that if you roll up old dried loofah vines and smoke them, they tasted like cigarettes, but were even stronger.
That summer he did a lot of harm to the families who had small vegetable gardens in the town, and pulled out a lot of their loofah vines. He even pulled out a lot of the old loofahs that were kept for seeds in Mi Yang's grandmother's small vegetable garden. Mi Yang remembered that he even begged him to pull out the loofah vines for him, and begged him not to tell others that he was smoking "fake cigarettes."
Mi Yang suppressed his laughter and said with a deliberately stern face: "Tell me, what did you steal?"
Wang Bing's face flushed red, and he said after a long pause: "Just a few dishes, can't I tell Grandma Cheng later?"
Mi Yang nodded and said, "Okay, let's go, let's go in and talk to my grandma now."
Wang Bing grabbed Mi Yang's arm and begged him in a low voice: "No, no, Mi Yang, please take me as your beg. It's hard to say, but I promise you, it's not worth much, just a small handful of that thing."
Mi Yang was surprised and asked: "You know my name?"
Wang Bing: “…”
Mi Yang said: "I thought you still called me the young master from the city."
Wang Bing wiped his face and said aggrievedly: "I was wrong, can't I apologize to you?"
Mi Yang put away the flashlight and said, "Okay, then I'll just pretend I didn't see it."
Wang Bing was stunned for a moment. He thought Mi Yang was deliberately trying to make trouble for him. He had already thought of what to say to ask for help. But when he suddenly heard that Mi Yang didn't care anymore, he was a little surprised.
Mi Yang looked at him and asked curiously, "Why aren't you leaving yet?"
Wang Bing immediately said, "Let's go, let's go now!" He shouted to the vegetable field over there, "Hey, Zhao Haisheng! Let's go!"
A man immediately rolled out from the other side. He was fatter than Wang Bing, round and strong. He immediately responded when he heard it and also ran away.
Mi Yang took a look at them and thought, this is still a gang crime.
Stealing a loofah requires quite a big fuss.
The author has something to say: I just remembered after reading the comments that two days ago was September 23rd, by the way, I wish Yangyang a happy birthday~