Mr. Sand Sculpture

Chapter 31

I sent Xiao Wu away by deducting wages, went to the company to explain various matters, and when I left with Chen Yan, it was almost twelve o'clock at noon.After bumping all the way, we arrived at the county seat before dark.The county is very small, and there are only two bus routes, namely No. 3 and No. 5.

The naming method of this arithmetic sequence probably seems to have too many cars.

Xiao Wu told me that if you want to go to Mingming's hometown, you need to take the No. 5 bus, and the stop is opposite the entrance of the county hospital.It was hot in summer, and Chen Yan and I stood under the crude stop sign, sweating profusely.Probably because Chen Yan and I are outsiders, the mosquitoes treated us extraordinarily ferociously and rudely.After a while, a bunch of bags were stung on my arm.Count carefully, there are seven in total.

Seven stars in a row is a good sign.

When I slapped the third mosquito that was eating on my arm, the No. 5 car drove over from a distance and stopped in front of me and Chen Yan.This car is a model from many years ago, as if it was eliminated from a big city.The car body, which has not been washed for a long time, is printed with a jewelry advertisement endorsed by a popular female singer at the end of the last century, whose name is Xie Qi.

Due to the dust and fading of the portrait over time, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes are as pale as the autumn morning mist.

I didn't expect to see my mother's photo here, so I couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

I can't remember how old I was, I should still be in elementary school.Lao Xu stumbled a lot in his business, and once stretched his feet repeatedly on the verge of bankruptcy.Back then, I was fooled into being lame by my parents. I thought that if an intermediary shop closed down, it would close down. Anyway, I wouldn’t be able to make much money.It's better to set up a small shop in front of my school and open a small shop.In this way, I became the young owner of the canteen, and I could eat and drink whatever I wanted in my own shop.

I thought it was funny to say it. My biggest dream at that time was to be the young owner of the canteen and enjoy the envious eyes of my friends.

I told my parents about this idea, and they naturally chose to ignore it.My mother said that she could take up some jobs and earn some money to supplement the family.

This jewelry ad, I guess it was received that year.

The small county is remote, but it gave me a surprise, and I should come here.

"Hey! You two can't get in the car!" The fat middle-aged driver had a cigarette in his mouth and yelled at Chen Yan and me, "If you don't get in, I'll leave!"

"Get in the car, get in the car!" Chen Yan pulled my hand, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Let's go together, Mao Mao."

I turned my head to look at him, and suddenly wondered whether this person's appearance after becoming a little old man would be the same as now, which made me feel like seeing spring.

I've been in his hands for the rest of my life.

We sat in the back of the bus. There was no air conditioning in the car, and we relied on the windows to cool down.The car started to move slowly, and the wind was cool but not cold, and it blew on my face one by one, which was very interesting.

There were few passengers in the car, and they were scattered around in twos and threes.I sat at the end with Chen Yan on my own, and put my head on his shoulder openly.

After a while, Chen Yan whispered: "I have fantasized about this scene before. We are sitting in the same car, you are next to me, and I watch you sleep."

I think he has a sick mind: "What's so interesting about me sleeping?"

According to my mother and classmates, I slept too much.When I was a child, I used to practice boxing on the bed after falling asleep, and I fell myself; when I grew up, although my body calmed down, my mouth became extremely lively, just like the scene of storytelling every night.

Chen Yan has personally experienced the latter point, and I will never forget the two children he gave birth to me in his dream, Xu Luban and Chen Laozi.In fact, he should be thankful that I didn't name the child Xu Dajiao or Chen Liuneng on a whim in my dream.

Chen Yan said: "In modern times, a literati wrote many love letters to his wife. One of them said that he wanted to see his wife sleep sweetly." There is always a gap in reality. I used to want to see you sleeping sweetly, but now I want to chat with you even more, and you are cuter when you wake up."

The reason I'm cuter when I'm awake is because I'm cuter when I'm asleep.

I understood his lonely eyes, and knew that he hadn't forgotten Lu Ban and Lao Tzu.

After all, it was the first night that I officially got together with him, so it was unavoidably impressive and unforgettable.

The author has something to say: No need to work overtime next week, the word count will not be so pitiful (top the pot and run)