The setting sun was in the sky, and the figure was on the ground. He was standing there straight in white shirt and black trousers. He stood tall like a solitary pine, and his porch was like a morning glow.
The day was over and the sun was scorching hot, but the corner next to the house and the courtyard wall was shady and pleasant, and the flowers were fragrant. No wonder he could sit here all morning without humming.
I stood in front of him with my hips on my hips, and asked blankly, "Have you seen enough, are you satisfied with the drama we sang?"
He said nothing.
I asked angrily, "Why have you been hiding here and peeking?"
He said calmly: "It's not peeking, but the master didn't allow it, so it's inconvenient to walk around at will." It was hard to listen to him this morning, but listening to him now, although he has a bit of a weird accent, it's not hard.
I ridiculed: "Am I not allowing you to leave? Why don't you leave?"
"There was no right opportunity."
I was choked by him, and there was a lot of drama all morning, and it seemed that I never had the right opportunity to leave. I asked unwillingly: "Why did you throw me a bunch of flowers?"
"Didn't you throw me flowers too?"
I glared at him angrily, and he looked at me calmly, with a little indifference in his calm eyes, just like the vast ocean that indifferencely indulges the river to churn in front of his eyes.
I became more and more annoyed and was about to explode.
Suddenly, a gust of wind passed, and the fallen flowers rustled down like rapid snow. I couldn't help waving my hands, tilting my head to the left and to the right, but he sat still, watching intently the fallen flowers and pistils fluttering past his eyebrows and landing in front of his lapel.
In the shadow of the flowers, the sun is light and warm, but his eyes are very quiet and indifferent, like a god who has neither joy nor sorrow, overlooking all living beings, but the melancholy past and old dreams clearly flashed in those deep and focused eyes.
Unknowingly, I stopped and stared blankly at him.
It was as if all of a sudden, everything became silent, and the falling flowers flying all over the sky slowed down, and only he was left lazily sitting in the whole world, watching the falling flowers like snow and dancing around.
But for a moment, he noticed that I was looking at him, his eyes narrowed, and he stared at me.
When I collided with his gaze, I came back to my senses and hurriedly looked away. I felt guilty and my face was hot for no reason. I didn't know where the original anger had gone.
Stop, stop, stop your own sadness, why bother to blame others
"You can leave now, the timing is absolutely right," I said with a waned expression.
He stood up without saying a word, walked around me, and walked out.
I bent down to clear away his eating utensils, only to see porridge bowls and dishes that were barely touched. I froze for a moment, turned around, and saw him walking out step by step. He was dressed in such a funny way, and his feet were bare, but maybe because of his tall and straight stature, there was no slightest contempt for him.
"hey stop"
He stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at me with no doubts or expectations, his face was expressionless and calm.
I asked: "The food doesn't taste good, do I cook it so badly?"
He didn't even look outside and nodded.
I'm just, I'm going to be mad at him, he's so horrible, he dares to despise my cooking, starve him to death
I waved my hand in disgust and said, "Let's go, let's go"
He turned around, still walking step by step, not slow, but definitely not fast, I couldn't help staring at his feet, thinking of the bumpy stone road outside
"hey stop"
He turned around and looked at me, still expressionless and calm.
I walked into the courtyard, picked up the pair of dried slippers, and put them in front of his feet, "Old slippers, if you don't like them, wear them."
He stared at the slippers for a moment, and unexpectedly made a rare request: "I want to wash my feet, can I?"
"Okay, come with me"
I walked around the corner of the kitchen and handed him the plastic hose. After turning on the faucet, I was embarrassed to stare at him washing his feet, and turned to look elsewhere.
After a while, I heard him say, "Okay."
I took over the water pipe and turned off the faucet. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his clean feet, pale without blood, and the red scars were particularly dazzling.
He put on his slippers and took two steps, looking fit.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, just a pair of old slippers you don't need."
He didn't say any more, and walked out.
I stared at his back, and suddenly called: "Hey, stop!"
He turned around and looked at me with the same expressionless and calm look on his face.
I hesitated for a moment, and before I regretted it, I asked confusedly: "Where did you come from? Why did you become like this? What are your plans now? Do you want to contact your relatives and friends and ask for help? I have a phone, and I can lend it to you. If you need money, I can lend you some."
He was silent and didn't speak, but I was even more nervous than him, and said hastily: "The rivers and lakes help the emergency, not the poor, I won't lend you too much money, at most enough for your travel expenses home."
He said flatly, "It's just me."
His words were very brief, but I understood them completely. He was the only one left. When encountering difficulties, there was no relative to contact for help; when he was wronged, there was no safe haven to go back to rest. My eyes are a little dry, and I feel like crying. I took a deep breath and said with a smile: "You have hands and feet, and you are so big, you don't intend to be a beggar, do you have to find a job to support yourself?"
He thought for a while and said, "I should find a job."
I carefully asked: "Your education level, university, technical secondary school, vocational high school, or have you learned any crafts?"
"No."
"Nothing, nothing, you have to learn something when you grow up, even if you don't get good grades in school, you should learn a craft."
His expressionless and calm silence was like a silent contempt: I said everything, why are you talking nonsense
I was crazy, "what have you been living on all these years, you must be gnawing on the old"
He frowned a little displeased, "I eat on my own."
Well, as long as it is not delicious, lazy, committing crimes, physical labor is also a legitimate occupation. I hesitated and struggled, and didn't speak again for a long time, and he was not in a hurry, just standing quietly under the sun, letting my reason and impulse fight.
I frowned for a while, gritted my teeth for a while, and after a full ten minutes of consideration, I tentatively asked: "Would you like to stay and work with me? You can take care of your food and housing, and your salary depends on your performance." When I was struggling just now, I still felt that I was Live Lei Feng, but finally find that he must be Huang Shiren in essence.
He was silent, and I was nervous, but I didn't know why I was nervous. There are limited job opportunities on this island, and now that he is down here, shouldn't he smile flatteringly and hug my thigh
Finally, he nodded, "OK"
I breathed a sigh of relief, and said happily: "That's it, as long as you work hard, I will not treat you badly. My name is Shen Luo. The snail is not the dill of Siluo, but the snail of the conch. What's your name?" "
He was silent for a moment before saying, "Wu Julan."
After a short self-introduction, Wu Julan and I got to know each other, but what we should do next seems to be to sign a labor contract. However, I don’t pay him wages, and I even plan to drive him away at any time. This labor contract Anyway, I will definitely not bring it up first, if he wants to call a profiteer, he must be a profiteer
The two faced each other in silence, and very rarely, he took the initiative to ask, "What should I do?"
"What..." I was immersed in my own little ninety-nine, and I didn't react.
He said "you make me work for you, what do I need to do"
"Oh, don't worry about that, I'll settle you down today." I looked at him and decided that the first thing to do was to help him buy some clothes.
"I'm going out now, you come with me." Before I finished speaking, I shut my mouth abruptly.
Theoretically speaking, he is still a stranger, and I shouldn't keep him at home. However, if I take him to the street with him like this, I can guarantee that it won't take half a day, and the whole island will spread, saying Maybe someone with something good will call daddy at night, I'm crazy to do that
I thought about it a few times, gritted my teeth, and said firmly, "You stay at home."
I pointed to the place where he sat before, "You can move the wicker chair out and sit anywhere you want."
I went upstairs, changing clothes, still struggling with my decision, is it really appropriate to leave a stranger at home who just learned his name? Won't wait for my return, the whole house will be emptied
In the struggle, I rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and stuffed cash, bank cards, ID cards, household registers, and even a platinum and diamond necklace that I never wore into my handbag. In this way, what is left in the house is either old clothes or old furniture. Even if he wants to evacuate, it won't be easy.
When I closed the bedroom door, I thought about it, went to the bathroom to get my comb, and carefully removed a hair caught in the comb, and stuck it in the door. Then he painted gourds in the same way, and put hair in the cracks of the doors of the three bedrooms upstairs and the study downstairs.
In this way, as soon as he opened the door, the hair would fall quietly. I learned the method of such a TV show when I was ten years old. In order to verify whether my stepmother had peeked at my diary, I deliberately put my hair in the diary. The final fact proved that she did read it. I had a big fight with her. In the end, she accused her of "being very scheming at a young age".
I walked out of the house carrying a heavy handbag, and saw Wu Julan moved the rattan chair to the eaves of the main house, leaning on the rattan chair, watching the bougainvillea blooming vigorously on the courtyard wall. My heart moved slightly. The delicate pink flowers contrasted sharply with the ancient and vicissitudes of the blue-black stone walls, forming a very unique beauty. I often stared at it.
I said: "There is water and food in the kitchen, go get them yourself. Although you dislike my cooking skills, there is no need to starve yourself to death."
He nodded slightly, indicating that he heard it.
"Then I'll be back soon after I leave." The moment I closed the courtyard door, my eyes met his. There was a feeling that he saw through my worries and was even amused by my pettiness
I stood in a daze in front of the closed courtyard door, it couldn’t be an illusion, it must be the angle of the light
In recent years, tourism on the island has developed rapidly. The clothing stores on Lantern Street are all popular with tourists. They mainly sell floral tops and floral shorts, which are not suitable for daily wear. I dare not go to the few clothing stores I often go to. The owners know me. I am afraid they will ask who I buy for, so I can only go to unfamiliar stores.
After visiting several stores, I finally bought clothes that Wu Julan could wear. I bought him two round-neck short-sleeved white T-shirts, two plaid long-sleeved shirts, two pairs of shorts, two pairs of trousers, and a pair of flip flops. In the end, I still blushed and gritted my teeth and bought him two packs of briefs, three in each pack, six in total.
It’s a crime. I never bought underwear for my grandfather. It’s the first time in my life that I choose men’s underwear. It’s not for my boyfriend, but for a strange man.
On the way home, I bought some food by the way. I carried two big bags of things, and walked along the potholed stone road in the old street, while doing ideological construction for myself: When I get home and find that he stole things and ran away, it is normal, and I will treat it as a waste of money. The sooner I recognize people like Huo the better, so although my actions today are a bit reckless and impulsive, they are still a well-arranged test.
When I walked to the gate of the yard and took out the key, I hesitated, took two steps back, and carefully looked at the gate in front of me. The door was tightly closed, and there were only fallen flowers and dust on the ground. I couldn't tell if anyone left with something after I left.
I bit my lip and inserted the key into the door lock. The nervousness when I unlocked it reminded me of the feeling when I was waiting for the results of the college entrance examination.
As soon as I opened the courtyard door, I saw him sitting under the eaves. I couldn't help but smile on my face, walked briskly to him, and put a bag of clothes at his feet, "It's all yours, I I guess I bought it, you have a look." Before he could answer, I turned around and went into the kitchen, put the vegetables I bought into the refrigerator, "I bought a live fish and steamed it for dinner at night." In the words of my grandfather, steamed Although fish is a test of the chef's heat, the most important test is the ingredients. As long as the fish is good and fresh enough, it can be delicious even if the heat is a little low.
After washing his hands, he walked out of the kitchen and saw that he was going through the clothes one by one. After finishing the clothes and trousers, he held up a bag of underwear and looked at it carefully. My face was a little hot, so I quickly looked away, walked into the living room in a hurry, and said loudly: "Go and take a shower, and then change into the newly bought clothes. If it doesn't fit, I will change it tomorrow. Use the one on the first floor." In the bathroom, if you want to change the clothes, you can wash them yourself, or throw them into the trash can if you want to.”
I stood at the door of the bathroom on the first floor and said to him: "This is the bathroom. There are shampoo and shower gel in it. I will find you two clean towels. You can take a bath after you choose the clothes you want to wear." .”
I was rummaging through the cupboard for towels when he came up behind me and asked "what's this"
As soon as I turned around, I saw him holding a pack of open underwear, looking at me seriously. My blood rushed straight to my face, and I almost yelled: "What do you mean, even if you don't read well and can't read, there are patterns printed on it?"
"how to wear"
I roared: "How to wear what you said, of course you wear it next to your pants, don't you want to be like Superman, wearing underwear on the outside, or like Batman, wearing underwear on your head to warn you, do this next time It's a silly joke, I can't finish it with you." I angrily threw the towel on him and rushed out of the living room.
I stood in the yard, gnashing my teeth and swearing, I will never buy underwear for men who are not boyfriends in the future, otherwise my kindness will be taken as a joke
After blowing the wind for a while, I felt that the hotness on my face had subsided. I checked the time, and it was almost time for dinner, but I had to see if he was eligible to stay for dinner.
I walked into the living room and saw that the door of the bathroom was closed tightly. I tiptoed to the door and listened. I heard the sound of dripping water, and it seemed that I was taking a shower. I hurried to the study, bent down to check carefully, and found that my hair was still clipped in the original place.
I straightened up and immediately went up to the second floor. I carefully inspected the doors of the four bedrooms. Every hair was still in its original place, not to mention falling, not even broken. Obviously, after I left, he didn't try to enter any room, and stayed in the yard obediently.