lifetime

"Look, five thousand, okay?" the landlady asked knowingly.

The middle-aged labor force in their village who goes out to work is only more than 1 a month, so the left-behind ones sound unbalanced. If you cut it in half, it will be balanced. In the future, no one will be jealous. The proprietress is an experienced person. She can see clearly, and she does everything neatly. She knows that the little boss is not short of money, and she won't be able to stay for long. What are you doing to break the gutter, and provide for the elderly.

Bian Mu looked a little embarrassed, but finally nodded in agreement, and waved him to pack his things, "The door is open, you can come in later by yourself."

The door is open, isn't it?They were smashed to pieces, and they couldn't be closed.

The man has a generous back and quickly disappeared into the night.

Bian Mu turned his head and looked at the pitch-black hills in the distance. Suddenly inspiration struck, he turned around and hurried upstairs, and pushed open the door of the room at the farthest corner. Paint was sprinkled everywhere, messy, and he kicked it away at will. Picked out a new palette and turpentine from the shelf, stood in front of the canvas and thought for a moment, took out a No. [-] fan-shaped pen and began to paint with concentration. He was so devoted to it that he didn't know that his life was about to be because of another man. The intervention caused a storm.

The only small second-floor building in the village is brightly lit at the moment. A person walks past the wooden stairs without making a sound. With dark shadows, thick eyebrows furrowed, and sharp eyes looking around, he turned and walked towards the deepest part of the opposite corridor.

For about two and a half hours, Bian Mu leaned back and took a comprehensive look at his oil painting. The main color is gray and black. Under a starry sky, there are continuous mountain peaks. Sitting on the threshold, the hunchbacked silhouette of a small piece raised its head and didn't know where to look.

He took out a sharp brush and wrote three words in block letters on the lower right, homesickness.

When the time comes, use it to deal with the father, and you can still cry and cry poorly, and see what your son has suffered, it's perfect.

The very satisfied eyes only showed disgust when they saw the paint scraped on the coat, washed the brush, blotted the water and installed it, and then walked out.

It was the dead of night, only the creaking sound of the wooden floor being stepped on. In the innermost room, he took off his jumper home clothes while walking, pulled a pair of underwear from the bottom drawer, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. He didn't pay attention. A man's figure passed behind the curtains, and went downstairs with the sound of hot water splashing.

Bian Mu's most relaxing moment of the day is at this moment, with slightly longer hair lying on his stomach, unlike when he was dry, his unruly eyes were covered, and the corner of one lip was raised. Laughing evilly lazily, holding a thin white tobacco rod between her slender fingers, she puffed out the clouds.

His bedroom has been tidied up by someone. It is mainly simple and bright. There is a self-portrait of him hanging on the wall. He is a person with many eccentricities, even his mother was once annoyed by his clumsy personality and ignored him for a whole month, which can be described as extreme.

The painting has been moved, and the lower corner has been removed by two centimeters. Except for him, there is only the newly hired worker.

What he hates the most is that others touch his things without consent, so when he goes out, he has a cold face, like someone owes him millions.

The kitchen is on the first floor. Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, the body of the man who was boiling the water tensed up slightly, and he turned his head back like a guilty conscience, avoiding his eyes, not daring to look directly at Bian Mu.

The air conditioner was whistling and hot, and regardless of day or night, the slightest sounds in the empty room would be amplified wirelessly. The gurgling sound of boiling hot water stopped when the man quickly pressed the operation button, and returned to calm.

Bian Mu saw that he was still dressed as before, he didn't even take off his down jacket, the only weird thing was his feet, the leather shoes were neatly placed on the floor mat at the door, only wearing a black cotton sock, standing in the kitchen with the soles of his feet wide open On the cold tiles, the tall body is slightly bent at this moment, the eyelids are drooping, and he is really guilty.

Bian Mu first checked the drawer next to the bed just now. There were tens of thousands of cash and black cards in it. He didn't count them himself, so he didn't check them at all. It seems that this farmer's hands and feet are not very clean, so he stole it anyway.

His voice was always clear and sullen, and he asked aggressively, "You came into my bedroom?"

The man seemed to be shocked for a moment, stepped forward in two anxious steps, raised his blushing face, his hands and feet were nowhere to rest, and his tone was still high-pitched, explaining, "Boss, I didn't, I have been staying downstairs and dare not go To bother you."

Bian Mu looked at the shadow cast above his head. This man was five or six centimeters taller than him. At this moment, he clenched his hands into fists and put them on the trouser line on both sides. He spoke with a serious tone, and he could feel the sincerity of this man.

This is strange, he still didn't believe it, and asked, "Then why are you panicking?"

The man raised his hand and scratched his head in embarrassment, and said in a hesitant tone, "I, I dropped the cup, thinking you listened, so I came here to have a look."

He stepped aside to let Bian Mu see the glass shards in the pool to make sure he wasn't lying.

"How long have you been in?"

The man's outline is deep, with a sense of unrestraint, but his behavior is simple and has a strong local flavor. He retreated restrainedly, glanced at the bag in the corner of his eyes, and continued to answer softly, "Just come in, my aunt asked me to find you first." Pay some wages in advance so that she can repair the tractor tomorrow..."

Before finishing the following words, Bian Mu was already impatient to listen, a big man, he couldn't understand what he said, he hesitated, he waved to interrupt him, "Okay, you are still in the probationary period, do you need to say something, come here , let me tell you the rules."

In the living room, the leather sofa was dented, and Bian Mu, who had changed into pajamas, sat with his legs crossed, not looking at the man standing not far away, and said a few things on his own.

"You can live in any room on the first floor. You are not allowed to go up to the second floor. You have to clean up in the morning and evening, cook and wash clothes. When the spring is warmer, you can go to the ground to plant fruit and saplings. If you feel that you can't do it , leave early."

He actually regretted it a bit, he could handle it by himself, and someday he would go to the city and hire a few professional fruit tree growers.

The standing man was afraid that he wouldn't need it, so he quickly straightened his body and said loudly, "I can do it."

Bian Mu was so frightened that he almost spoke yellow accents, he could yell whatever he could, and he was not deaf, so he felt disgusted in his heart, he was rough, vulgar, clumsy, and one more thing, heartless.

"What are you calling, it's in the middle of the night." He scolded, with a fierce face on the stairs, and said through the railing, "Call me tomorrow morning, and drive to the city."

When the sound of footsteps was completely gone, the man standing in the hall relaxed his body, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket with slack shoulders, and with nimble fingers, he pressed the word "breakfast" in the storage bar, and then a pile of food came out , Sliding down to the bottom, turned around and went to the kitchen again, there were eggs and ham sausage in the refrigerator, check one by one if they were not expired, take them out and put them on the operating table.

The rice cookers are all new and haven’t been used yet. Shao Kou peeled off the packaging, scalded the inner pot with hot water, scooped a spoonful of fine rice into it, poured water on it, set the time, turned around and walked to the corner. With a hook of his foot, the green travel bag was slapped directly on his shoulder, the zipper was opened, he took out a piece of chewing gum, threw it in his mouth and chewed it into the room closest to the toilet.

A good night's sleep, Bian Mu's sleeping habits are particularly picky, and he can't bear even the slightest sound, and when it's completely dark, the sun shines in the morning, and the curtains in his room are thickly drawn, so there is no light, and the quilt Most of it drooped to the floor, only a small corner was pressed under his body, and it was all folded.

I opened my eyes, wandered for a while, then lifted the quilt, stood in front of the window and opened the curtain, stretched, put on slippers, went to the bathroom to wash up, a handsome face was reflected in the mirror, spit out the white foam of toothpaste, yes He gesticulated with his teeth and claws for a long time, compared the left and right sides of his face, and finally felt that he was equally handsome, and he couldn't tell the difference.

He ate irregularly, looked up at the clock, it was almost twelve o'clock, his stomach felt a little pain, and there should be instant noodles, he kicked his slippers and went downstairs.

As soon as he reached the stairs, he smelled the smell of meat, accompanied by the strong astringency of coffee, his Adam's apple salivated automatically, and uncontrollably glanced from top to bottom, there was a tall figure moving back and forth in the fully open kitchen, Stir frying with a shovel in the pot, crackling, there are already two sea bowls with glass lids on the dining table, I don’t know what they are.

Go downstairs and walk into the restaurant, sit down directly, pick up the blue and white porcelain teacup, pour some plain water, gulp it down in a few sips, and lower your eyes to look at the man striding over.

Shao Kou got up early and went out for a run. When he came back, he didn't move, and because of the new rules, he didn't dare to go upstairs. Before he put down the plate in his hand, he heard dissatisfied and questioning voices from the opposite side.

"Didn't I tell you to call me earlier?"

The man smiled restrainedly, and replied, "You said last night that I was not allowed to go up to the second floor. I don't have a mobile phone number yet, and I can't make calls. I can only wait."

This man was so stupid that he told him indifferently, "Next time I ask you to call me, you can go upstairs and knock on the door."

Even though Bian Mu was hungry, he ate very elegantly. He reached out for his silver chopsticks, took the bowl full of rice from him, and glanced at the four dishes in front of him.

"I went out to buy this morning. The braised pork stewed in a casserole, the bacon dried at my aunt's house, mixed with snow peas, mixed with shredded spinach, and tofu rolled with eggs. I don't know your taste. It was mixed randomly. You can try it. taste."

The timing was just right, Bian Mu hummed, the appearance is good, but I don't know if it is empty straw.

The first chopsticks hold vegetarian dishes, and the spinach is marinated with some vinegar. I didn’t dare to put chili oil, because I was afraid that the new boss would not be used to it.

Well, the taste is not bad. After Bian Mu swallowed it completely, he sandwiched the tofu, wrapped in eggs, and fried until it was crispy. Well, although the cooking skills are not as good as his five-star chef, it can barely be imported. She nodded at him, pointed to one side, and said, "You can sit down and eat, and drive after eating. The car keys are on the shoe cabinet."

Suddenly recalling the accident last night, he slanted his eyebrows and asked him, "Do you have a driver's license?"

The author has something to say: Bian Mu: Do you have a driver's license?

Shao Kou: The driver's license of the car?

Bian Mu secretly scolded the idiot: the plane.

Shao Kou answered solemnly: I have many driver's licenses, helicopters, tanks, underwater submarines...

Bian Mu really wanted to kick him away: You can't stop you from eating.

Shao Kou continued: "There is only one, I didn't get a driver's license, so I never dared to drive."

Bian Mu didn't bother to listen to him.

Shao Kou's face was close: It's also the one I want to drive the most, a large dirty train.