the next day.
The first time the alarm clock rang, Yin Xian pressed it.
When he got out of bed to wash, he looked at the person sleeping on the floor and remembered what happened last night.
she came in to sleep...
The long yellow hair is curled, and the white face looks like soft dough. The girl closed her eyes, facing the inside of the bed, her side lying body hugged into a tight circle.
Covered with a thin quilt, she did not take off her coat.
Dirty, pathetic, but vigilant, ready to go. Yin Xian secretly felt that this man really looked like a stray puppy.
Before he went out, she was still asleep.
The small room was filled with her snoring.
"Snoring, snorting—" is reminiscent of the snorting sound of a pet pig being touched comfortably. Very regular and not noisy.
Since he was not at home, Yin Xian thought about whether to call her up.
Ultimately, he chose to gently close the door.
During lunch time, Yin Xian brought home a meal.
The quilt and sheets were neatly folded and placed on the chair.
She's not there, and neither are her shoes and her backpack.
Yin Xian ate two meals by himself, piled the bedding into the cabinet, and locked the door.
He thought he would never see her again.
get off work at night.
It was rare for him not to be with clients today, Yin Xian came home just in time for the vegetable market to close the stalls, so he bought a handful of vegetables and a few eggs cheaply and took them home, planning to go home and cook noodles.
Turning downhill, he caught a glimpse of a little man squatting in front of his house.
She looked up when she saw someone approaching. Walking up to him, and confirming that it was him, she happily ran over... and took the food in his hand.
"Have you eaten yet?" the little girl asked.
"No," he said.
"What a coincidence, I didn't eat either."
With a thick skin, she followed beside her, waiting for him to open the door.
You were very reserved yesterday, why are you suddenly not afraid of him today
Yin Xian pressed the headlight switch and entered the house.
The little girl took off her shoes and came in together.
When he looked back at her, she was looking down at the vegetables in the plastic bag. Noticing the sight, she raised her eyes and smiled shyly at him.
Wang Jiexiang thought it over!
In fact, when she entered this room yesterday, she was already mentally prepared for everything to happen.
After one night, all the things she thought didn't come true, so this time she really met a good person.
She wants to live with him.
The kind brother is washing the vegetables. He had few expressions and few words, and his serious face made her still a little scared. Wang Jiexiang had the courage to speak to him first.
"Brother, what's your name?"
He turned off the tap and said to her, "Yin Xian."
"Insidious?" Wang Jiexiang didn't realize it: "Which is insidious?"
He didn't answer, picked up the vegetable basket, and went straight back to the room.
Afraid of being locked at the door, she hurried after him.
After the eldest brother dried his hands, he took out an old newspaper and a pen, and wrote down his name.
Next to the neatly written "Yin Xian", Wang Jiexiang also wrote down her name stroke by stroke.
"Wang Jiexiang?" he read.
"That's right," she nodded, "Brother Yin Xian, can I call you Brother Xian from now on?"
"..."
He doesn't seem to like it much.
Wang Jiexiang changed tentatively: "Or, Brother Xian?"
He turned on the simple gas stove, boiled the noodles, and let out an inaudible "hmm".
"Brother Xian, thank you for taking me in yesterday. I have a very important question to ask you..."
Wang Jiexiang did not beat around the bush, but chose to go straight to the point: "Can I stay temporarily?"
Yin Xian was about to blurt out the word "no", but she interrupted him quickly.
"I'll be in charge of cooking, laundry, cleaning, and all the other housework you want me to do. When I find a job and get paid, I'll share the rent with you."
Seeing that he was about to speak, Wang Jiexiang didn't know what to say, so she stopped talking again.
"Many migrant workers live in the same house. Rent in the city is expensive, so it saves money. I will return the money to buy vegetables after I receive my wages. I promise with my head that I will not cause you any trouble!" "
Patting her head, she stared at him anxiously.
"Brother Xian, do you think it's okay?"
"Okay," Yin Xian asked her, "Do you want to put chili?"
Wang Jiexiang was immersed in the faint word "good", her face was flushed with joy, and she didn't hear the next sentence.
"Huh? What?"
"The noodles are cooked, do you want to add more spicy?"
He took out two bowls neatly and unscrewed the chili sauce.
"Yes, I can eat spicy food."
Wang Jiexiang applauded like a fool.
Yin Xian picked up the noodles and put them on the small table. Because she was so happy, she couldn't help dancing around in a small room.
With this turn, he almost hit the pot containing the noodle soup.
Yin Xian held the handle of the pot steady, and took a deep look at her.
Wang Jiexiang was honest immediately, and obediently sat down at the small table. With her hands clasped into fists in front of her chest, she quietly waited for her elder brother to give her chopsticks.
"My family only has one pair of chopsticks, can you use the plastic fork you used to eat instant noodles?"
Yin Xian's words reminded Wang Jiexiang.
"I have chopsticks in my bag."
Wang Jiexiang's bag contained all her belongings.
Sheets, quilts, after dinner, she spread them on the floor where she slept yesterday. With Yin Xian's previous thin bedding, she was able to sleep a little warmer.
A set of her pajamas, some clothes and pants, Xiaojia didn't have any extra space to hang them, so they were put into the cloth closet together with Yin Xian's clothes.
Toothbrush, tooth cup, half-used shampoo and shower gel... Wang Jiexiang took out her things one by one from the bag, and her things immediately occupied a small space in his house.
This scene made Wang Jiexiang feel safe, as if things were placed, she would not be easily driven away.
All her belongings like to be placed next to Yin Xian, the cup is next to him, and the shoes are next to him.
The two bottles of peanut oil that Wang Jiexiang brought had not been opened, she asked Yin Xian where to put them.
He looked around, there were two people living in a house of ten square meters, so crowded that he had to think about where to put the two bottles of oil.
"Let me put it away." He took the oil, tidied the cabinets, and stuffed them in.
Yin Xian asked casually, "You live by yourself, why did you buy two cans of oil?"
"My first job was selling oil, and I bought it at that time."
Wang Jiexiang has been in the city for a few months, and no one can complain about all the hardships she has encountered while working as a migrant worker. She chewed them up and swallowed them down.
She thought of selling oil, and how she was squeezed out by her colleagues in the supermarket; she also thought of her second job, where she washed her hair in a barber shop, and she was also unpopular, and she couldn't get paid in the end.
After Yin Xian put the oil away, he turned around and saw Wang Jiexiang's face, and was startled by her.
she is crying.
It wasn't the crying that I saw last night, she grabbed the quilt and cried silently. Tears rolled down from the round eyes, big tears, like broken pearls.
"Don't look at me."
She pulled up the quilt to cover her face, and said in a childish voice.
Yin Xian obeyed and stopped looking at her.
Wang Jiexiang held back her words and waited for him to ask.
He shook the quilt, turned his back to her, turned off the light and fell asleep.