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Shao Kou couldn't see it, and beckoned him over, "Sit down, I'll blow dry you."

The two shoulders of his shoulders have been darkened by wet hair and turned into a deeper thick black. The wind pipe was raised above his head, and the buzzing hot wind rang through his ears. Bianmu's hair was particularly soft. Not every part of his body is so soft, however, this is a diffuse thought without any emotion, and it will not stay in memory for long.

Bian Mu's eyes were slightly closed, and he felt that his broad palm moved behind his head, and a warmth brushed against his ear unintentionally, flicking it back and forth, his hair was fluttering, and the hot air was drying around his entire upper body, warm and comfortable , perhaps, he resisted a little, resisted that his hair was so thin, it would dry out so quickly.

Blow it directly at the root of the hair for three or two minutes, turn it off, raise your hand and put the hair dryer into the cabinet, and say to him, "I just fried some rice, deal with it, and do it again in the evening .”

After a pause, he lowered his tone and asked, "Are you sleepy?"

The little painter was always quick to answer the question, but now, there was no sound for a long time, he thought he was sleepy and fell asleep.

"Leftovers?"

You are a bold old man, how dare you give me leftovers?

"It's stewed before going out in the morning, so it can't be counted as leftovers."

Bian Mu didn't want to waste his time talking, if it didn't taste good, he would just slap his old face and make him dumbfounded.

However, things are always reversed. It should be said that his mouth has become less picky, or it is because he is hungry. In short, for the first time, he ate a full bowl of rice, and there are many hot eyes The chicken feet are simply a miracle.

"I found that you made my taste more and more serious."

It should be that the tone is getting heavier.

The burly man on the opposite side was smacking his head in his heart, wondering if he was praising him or hurting him?

He continued, "If you want to live a decent life, you have to be green."

The two of them talked so fucking hard, which track did this turn from?

It wasn't until his eyes stayed on Bian Mu's dark green cardigan without blinking that he came back to his senses, saying that you are stupid and you still don't admit it, is this the same thing?

"You, what's the matter, every time you have nothing to answer, you just digress, talk nonsense, what are you talking about, I ask you, can you make me some lighter dishes, this, this, all garlic, come here , let me breathe on your face, let you experience it, what is the taste?"

A series of non-breathing words were thrown in the past, Shao Kou was depressed, and no matter how foolish a smile was, it was useless, "I will change it, and I will change it immediately."

It smells, what's the matter, don't eat it if you have the ability.

He eats too much garlic and has a spicy stomach. Bian Mu's small physique is really irresistible. Seeing his loyal dog appearance, he can only suppress his anger and say harshly, "Make tea and drink."

"No more coffee?"

You say you are skinny, and he is the boss, so what you say is what you say, what are you always talking about.

Bian Mu didn't even look at him. With your coffee technology, you can't even keep up with instant coffee. It's just like grinding soy milk, and your emotions can flow out.

Nuonuo packed up her things and went to the tea room.

The tea room, which Bian Mu’s grandfather set up at that time was actually a precept room, which was used to relieve unbearable desires. Bian Mu prefers to regard it as a Zen room, where he can meditate and cultivate energy, recite scriptures and practice Buddhism. .

Shao Kou entered the door. On the huge solid wood tea table, there was a ginger-yellow-covered Diamond Sutra. The handwriting on it was correct. It was obviously a handwritten copy. After changing it, water was boiling in the glass jug above, and steaming mist was lingering. Through the mist, he looked at the lowered eyebrows and eyes of the kneeling and sitting. This little artist really looks like an adolescent boy with a changeable personality. , I looked in a good mood in the morning, at least you can tell from the clothes he was wearing, he was wearing a denim suit, but after returning home, why did he become this kind of virtue again, inside was a beige v-neck loose thin sweater, and the lower body The trousers are also the same color, and they seem to be very casual at home. Hey, I think too much, and he doesn't understand. Isn't it time to take a nap at this time?

The fence yard outside has been re-trimmed, a little green grass protruded from the small garden, it was refreshing and beautiful, the sliding door was half opened, and the edge of the wooden floor was a bit worn out, Bian Mu stood up and stepped on it, and made a Take a deep breath, the fragrance of the earth reaches the bottom of my heart, this is, new life.

When the water boiled, Bian Mufu knelt down again, squeezed out a piece of black tea from the clay pot with a tong, threw it into the teapot, scalded it with boiling water, poured it out, poured boiling water into it for a few minutes, and then poured it into a wide-mouth teapot again. In the justice cup, take out the tea tasting cup from the sterilizer, support the bottom with one hand, hold the pot with the other hand, and pour the thick vermilion tea soup at an inclined angle. To taste the tea, you need to smell, sip, contain, swallow, and then return to the sweetness. This is a slow process. In the process, however, Bianmu once again saw what is chewing peonies today. The last time was drinking red wine, hey, rough guy.

"What is the taste?"

Seeing him kneeling down, Shao Kou also knelt down on the futon, looked straight at him, and watched his whole set of smooth tea art display from beginning to end, and gave a pertinent evaluation, that is, he should change into an ancient costume, in that case , you can start filming a TV series.

As for the taste, he drank it in one sip, only feeling hot, and the taste?

"No smell."

That's right, you really can't taste it with such a drinking method, so you asked him again, "Are you thirsty?"

"Isn't this just drinking water, are you thirsty?"

Bian Mu regretted talking to him.

"This is black tea."

Meaning, it's not fucking water.

"Isn't it soaked in water?"

Damn, the rapeseed flowers are soaked in oil.

For people with limited IQ, it is really impossible to discuss life.

"You just live in your own world that lacks things to fend for yourself. No one can understand your beauty."

Hey, attack him in a different way.

"What am I missing? Why don't I know?"

Bian Mu let out a deep snort, and against the snow-capped mountains outside, it became more and more cold and distant.

"You have been missing for more than 30 years. You are terminally ill and cannot be cured."

At this moment, Shao Kou noticed the gap between the two people. Two completely different living environments will create completely different people.

"Just hurt me, and I'll pretend I can't hear it."

In this afternoon, there is a tea table between the two men, or there may be an invisible wall between them. They look at each other and smile, understanding each other.

Bian Mu didn't sleep this afternoon, he was fed up again, so he simply drank tea and called the old man out for a walk. Some of them saw the weather was good, they all tidied up the yard, took out the radishes buried in the ground, some houses even removed the thick plastic sheeting from the windows, and the heavy old stereo played dozens of times like a cassette. The old song of the year, Lin Zhixuan's single love song.

I can't catch the single me, I always watch her slip away, there are happy people everywhere in the world, why can't I be counted as one...

For the first time, Bianmu experienced the rural flavor that his grandfather said. Everything here cannot match the fast pace of the city. It can be summed up in two words, old-fashioned.

The road up the mountain was uneven, and someone's little dirty dog ​​barked after them, but didn't dare to approach them. Who was he afraid of? Who was more powerful than a dog?

"Dogs are afraid of you, you have such a vicious face."

Bian Mu approached him, tilted his shoulder and bumped his arm, joking.

The man on one side avoided it a little, and belatedly stretched his arms to his back, preventing him from throwing a shit out of him.

"Heh, you're wrong about that. That dog is a dog with aesthetics. You are too good-looking, so you dare not approach because of your beauty."

Translated, it means that his appearance is based on the aesthetics of a dog.

Day your ancestors.

"Ivory cannot be spit out of a dog's mouth, as expected."

Originally, they were parallel, but now Bian Mu took a big step, Shao Kou was one step behind, followed with a smile, and did not catch up.

The setting sun is also red in a different way, and the sky is full of clouds. Someone came out of the house and saw a tall figure and a short figure from a distance. When they returned to the house, they all murmured to their old men, "The young man from this city is so handsome. Take a look, and you can have an extra bowl of rice at night."

The old men on the kang refused to admit defeat, and after a long time they could only reply, "Bad chatter, hurry up and cook."

After looking around, I still couldn't see why, so I roughly simulated a plan in my mind, and the two went back to their yard one after the other.

Passing by the supermarket, the proprietress came out and called Shao Kou, "Kou Zi, come and do me a favor."

It turned out to be the latest mobile phone sent back by her family. She doesn't know how to use it, so let him teach her.

Bian Mu said hello to the proprietress and went straight home. He wanted to go back and draw out the planning map stored in his mind accurately.

The proprietress baked some pancakes, rolled them up and tied them with cotton rope, and took out some salty cucumbers and sour peppers from the jar, "It's not a new thing, you take it home and eat it."

"Okay, thank you, auntie."

Shao Kou handed over the phone, and the other hand took it.

"You're welcome, come get it after eating, and then you can open the door yourself."

She took the mobile phone, and looked left and right curiously, it was still a powdery shell, and she didn't know if it would break if it fell on the ground.

"Auntie, what are you going to do?"

Let him open the door by himself?

"Ah? Hey, it's not the beginning of spring, do you want to plant the land? Your uncle said that this year, the benefits outside are good, so I won't come back. I thought, there are a lot of acres, and I'm blind, so I might as well plant some corn. I'll go by myself." alley."

The proprietress turned the phone over and put it on the counter, glanced outside, and then continued quickly, "Hey, your yard is huge, don't you grow a la carte or something?"

"Auntie, call me when the time comes, and I'll get it for you. Look at the store."

Shao Kou has been bothering others since he came back, so it's okay to do some hard work.

"I don't need you, just take good care of the little boss. Besides, you will have to go to the mountains to work when the time comes, so you won't be free at all."

The proprietress has always been an enthusiastic person, and she rejected him with a loud voice. This kid looks smart, but inside he is a fool.

"It's okay, it won't take much effort, just listen to me, go, I'll come over then."

Shao Kou saw that the weather was getting dark, so he had to go back to cook.

He opened the door softly and entered the room. In the brightly lit living room, Mu stood in front of the desk, with his upper body lying on it, moving back and forth with a ruler in his hand, measuring the distance. When he heard the sound, he didn't raise his head, and said coldly in his direction. He said, "I want a drink of water."

The author has something to say: Bian Mu: I want to drink water.

Shao Kou: Well, tea?

Bian Mu: Warm water.

Shao Kou: Are you thirsty?

Bian Mu: Nonsense.

Shao Kou: What about gentleness?

Bian Mu: Execution.

Shao Kou poured a cup and put it in front of him.

Border Collie: Straw.

Shao Kou: What happened to your hand?

Bian Mu: Execution.

Shao Kou: Let me feed you.

Bian Mu raised his head and drank it in one gulp: Mojiu.

Shao Kou: You, is this a cow chewing peony?

Bianmu is speechless: I want to chew you up, old peony.