Soon He Songye cleaned out a room. She was originally a person with clean hands and feet. Once she was free, she couldn't sit still, and no dust fell in any corner of the house. Although the old house of the He family was old and dilapidated, she kept it neat and orderly, and there was no sign of decay.
At the right time, He Songbai heard the heavy footsteps around him. He raised his eyes and looked forward, and a slender figure came into view. Carrying heavy luggage, the woman walked to the old house of the He family. After she put her luggage on the ground, she lifted her sleeves and wiped her forehead. Crystal sweat dripped down her skin, her jet-black hair adhered to her cheeks, and her almond eyes showed fatigue.
He Songye shook the bell on his waist and waved at his younger brother in the private plot.
He Songbai put down the manure in his hand, went to the well to wash his hands in silence, and walked to the uninvited guest.
Zi's elder sister gestured to him and said, "Help, get your luggage."
He Songbai frowned, and his dark and fierce pupils sank slightly.
He Songye saw the strong vigilance in his eldest brother's eyes and said, "Let her live here."
"She, no, has a place to live."
He Songbai's rough fingers pressed against the woman's shoulders, and pushed her back slightly. His slender body took advantage of the situation to block the door, and said lazily, "What do you want to do?"
While speaking, he drove He Songye into the house with one hand.
Zhao Lanxiang watched helplessly as the old man slammed the door shut and locked He Songye in the room, even though He Songye kept knocking on the door, he was indifferent.
His bushy eyebrows revealed undisguised indifference and caution, and his slightly hoarse voice revealed an impertinence, "Do you know who I am?"
After finishing speaking, the man wantonly lingered his gaze on the woman's chest, until the person's face turned red, and he looked away openly.
Zhao Lanxiang did not expect that her modest and serious husband would have such a sloppy side.
Her heart was beating quietly a few times.
This "poor and down-to-earth" old man, in a languid manner, still has a bit of the flavor of a young and dangerous boy popular in the 1990s. With sharp and deep eyebrows, and a rebellious face, he looks so fierce that he can jump up and hit people at any time.
It's a pity... His consciousness was 20 years ahead of his time. At that time, he was sought after by thousands of people, but now he is a second-rate person who is reviled by people pointing at his spine.
The man is wearing a ragged shirt that has been washed white today, with a casual look in his eyes. Zhao Lanxiang, who has been in bed with him for 20 years, understands that his man is a wolf cub. His tone sounds casual, but he is uncertain. I had long suspected that she had coaxed his honest big sister.
Zhao Lanxiang took out three yuan and met his lazy and neglectful eyes, with a look of no fear: "This is the rent, and I am not living in vain."
"The educated youth dormitory has collapsed, and I have nowhere to stay. Your family has a small population and a big place, and I love to live there. After the new educated youth dormitory is built at the end of the year, I will move out."
No matter how young and immature he was compared to decades later, she was convinced that he was still the smart man at heart. Right now, this family is too poor and too poor. If the house that has been empty for many years can be exchanged for a meager rent, it is reasonable to refuse it. Besides... she doesn't look like a restless person.
At this time, He Songye knocked on the door a few times harder, shouting anxiously, and even kicked the door angrily because he was locked in the room.
For the sake of the eldest sister, for the sake of this woman's weakness and harmlessness, He Songbai gave in for the time being.
He took the stack of banknotes from the woman's hand, stuffed it into his pocket without looking at it, and said warningly, "I'll tell the ugly story ahead, and don't make trouble. Just pack up and get out of here."
Zhao Lanxiang nodded and kicked the package with his feet: "Thank you for your hard work, labor force."
Zhao Lanxiang will not be polite to him for the time being, and the left and right are also strangers who have paid the rent. Too polite is suspected of bad motives. He Songbai had grown accustomed to the cold eyes of the entire brigade since he was a child, and suddenly met a stranger who was unreasonably enthusiastic. He suspected that she was either stupid or had bad motives.
Zhao Lanxiang learned a lesson from the last cold reception in the cornfield.
He Songbai doesn't love and owes favor, so the last time he helped her was probably for those few candies. He thinks that if the debt is paid off, he will simply leave. Eat a few more buns from her, and the account should be lost.
This little thought is projected on He Songbai decades later, that is, he has a lot of money. For those who helped him, he would spare no effort to return it, and if he had money, he had to do his best. If he owes one cent, he has to pay back three cents. Therefore, he is the "God of Wealth" for many people. People around him are willing to make friends with him. People from all directions are constantly rolling in, and his career is also booming. .
He Songbai put away the airy look, and bent down silently to pick up the luggage scattered on the ground and carry it into the house.
He Songye was released, raised his hand into a fist and knocked him on the head twice, with an angry expression on his face, dissatisfied with his behavior just now, as if he was defending his status as the head of the family. He Songbai didn't resist, he lowered his head and let her beat him.
He Songye guiltily pouted at Zhao Lanxiang, gesturing and saying, "He has a bad temper."
"People, it's not bad, don't worry."
"You, sit, he, clean up."
Zhao Lanxiang really found a small bench and sat down according to her words. She supported her chin with both hands and watched the old man clean up inside and out with relish. The man used a few wooden boards to straddle a simple bed, and the joints were spliced with mortise and tenon grooves, and no nails were used in the whole process. His movements were very skilled, the sawdust flying where the sickle and saw fell, and finally he took a few breaths, and the sawdust on the bed was blown off. The rough thumb touched the bed board everywhere and pulled out the thorns that were emerging.
His sharp and deep sword brows stood upright, and his expressionless face often showed murderous intent, but the carpenter's work was serious and meticulous. Zhao Lanxiang was fascinated by it, and there was an inadvertent tenderness in his eyes.
At this moment, how much she wanted to hug this thin man and pluck off all the dust on his head. But... She clearly knew that she must not do this, the old man is a very guarded person.
He Songbai raised his head, Zhao Lanxiang's eyes had already changed to normal emotions, she touched the bed with her thumb and asked in disgust:
"Can this sleep?"
He Songye gestured with a smile and explained, "He has done it, a carpenter. Craftsmanship, yes."
"Bed, steadfast, sleep."
Zhao Lanxiang handed the last remaining meat bun in his pocket to He Songbai, who was sweating profusely. He Songbai didn't pick it up. He wiped the sweat with a ragged towel, and ran to the well outside to draw water and wash his face.
Zhao Lanxiang pushed the bun into He Songye's hand, "Give it to him, only the last one is left, I'm full."
She touched her stomach, and just ate nine buns with Sister He by the ridge, and both of them can't support their stomachs now.
It was He Songye who really couldn't hold it. On the way back, her stomach was uncomfortable. She hadn't seen the oily stomach become weak for a long time. She vomited "wow" after walking a few steps. He Songye was both distressed and a pity. Very sad, she squatted in the grass and stared at the filth for a long time, but she was reluctant, and shoveled it back with a dustpan to feed the chickens.
In the end, this steamed bun, He Songbai, really didn't even pay a single glance, and He Songye cherished it in the pot and left it to his sister.
The siblings worked together for a while before they made concerted efforts to keep the house of this charming guest in the city spotless. Zhao Lanxiang touched the fresh quilt on the bed, took out from her luggage, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother, and had them sewed. She held the silk quilt and returned it to He Songye.
He Songye glanced at the city girl's quilt, and touched the soft and slippery softness within reach, warm in winter and cool in summer and gentle. There was no need for her new quilt. He Songye put his quilt back in the cage. This action fell into He Songbai's eyes, but it turned into another meaning.
He chewed the ququ dish in his mouth, spit out the residue, and his eyes were dark.
He Songye shook the bell a few times, and He Songbai turned around and got into the firewood room, put a few pieces of sweet potato and some brown rice together and boiled a pot of water. He Songye saw that her brother cooked sweet potato porridge and scooped it down with a spoon.
He Songbai lifted his eyelids and squatted down indifferently to set the fire.
He Songye tapped his head with the bell and glared at him.
He Songbai said lightly: "It's almost done. What will you eat next month with so much rice?"
Although he said so, when scooping the rice, he filled a bowl of dry rice with pure rice for the grandmother, and filled the rice with half a meter and half a sweet potato for the city junkie, and finally there was a pile of yellow sweet potatoes, three brothers and sisters. separated.