lifetime

"Go and see the license plate first, and then come talk to me."

On the highway, cars come and go. The two police officers have stayed in this position for decades. This is the first time they have encountered such a situation. What kind of license plate do you have, and what can you do? Even the mayor, you can’t speeding.

"Please also show your ID."

While writing down the license plate number, he tore up the fine sheet, "The driver's license will be revoked, [-] points will be deducted, and the fine will be [-]. Take out the driver's license, hurry up."

Simply, what rhythm is this?

"My driver's license has been revoked, how can I still drive?" Bian Mu stood up straight, and took a step forward a little irritatedly, with an air of embarrassment turning into anger.

The police officer also had a good temper. He pointed at the police car behind him, as if watching his son get into trouble, and said, "We'll send you back."

"I didn't bring my driver's license." I didn't even bring any money, so I brought an idiot out and asked him to go home and make dumplings.

At first he looked like a young man, but he didn't go deep into it. He was fine, and he didn't realize it at all. "You are driving without a license. Come back to the police station with me."

The two police officers exchanged glances, and a few more comrades in police uniforms came out of the police car behind, holding handcuffs and wanting to arrest him.

Bian Mu has never seen this before, he has always been used to being domineering, he waved his hand to stop them from coming forward, "I, I, go look in the car, the driver's license may be in the car."

Don't blame him for being cowardly, this posture is really scary. Besides, a good man doesn't take advantage of the immediate disadvantages, so he bent over and searched inside for a long time, but he found it, and handed it over with one hand. The police officer opened it and looked, "Pay the fine first, You come back with me now for re-education, young man, life is precious, you can't be so rampant."

Therefore, Bian Mu finally went to the police station and did two hours of re-education for vehicle violations. At 07:30, he called Shao Kou and asked him to bring 2000 yuan to pick him up.

In the car, there was silence. Looking through the rearview mirror, his handsome and unruly face was hidden in the shadows. Watching him take out his mobile phone, he whispered hello, and said one after another.

solemn?do not know.

none of my business.

From now on, don't anyone mention this woman to me, get out of here.

Putting down the phone, he looked up at the man in front of him who was concentrating on driving, "Where did the money come from?"

Shao Kou kept the steering wheel steady, looked at the sharp eyes in the rearview mirror, and replied, "Aunt Guan borrowed it."

"How did you go back?"

This is a pit.

"I have a buddy I know in the city and asked him to take me back."

"Dumplings ready?"

Still a pit.

Shao Kou smiled innocently this time, "Little Boss, don't fire me, I will be loyal and devoted to you."

Hmph, I knew you couldn't be that fast, it's okay, to be honest.

"Let's see how you behave."

The dead shadows of the trees passed by the car window, lifeless, Bian Mu looked bored, squinted his eyes and leaned back on the chair to rest.

After backing the car into the garage, Shao Kou looked back at the young man in the back seat, hesitantly, but still called softly, "Little boss."

Bian Mu didn't fall asleep, he opened his eyes to look at him, the two looked at each other without hiding it, one was cold and the other was simple.

Shao Kou took off his down jacket directly, went to the kitchen to cook dumplings, the water boiled for a while, opened a can of fruit with a knife, cut a piece of Harbin red sausage, put it on a plate, and put it on the dining table. Heat it in the microwave for 3 minutes, then take it out.

The hot water is gurgling, and fat dumplings like ingots are poured into the pot. Stir them with a spoon, so as not to sink to the bottom, add cold water three times, then turn off the heat and fish them out.

The garlic sauce has been prepared a long time ago, and the fried chili oil and mature vinegar are placed on the table. I glance at the table, three dishes, turn around and heat the braised pork again, let's make up four.

Bian Mu came back to take a shower, changed his clothes, and sat on the sofa to watch him busy, laughing and laughing on TV, but his heart was very calm, and he yelled at the kitchen, "Pour a cup of coffee."

The coffee made in the morning is gone, so I can only take out the beans, grind them fresh, boil them again, add sugar, and bring them over.

Oh, and wearing an apron, she looks pretty good, the corners of her lips parted, and she smiled, teasingly said, "Why doesn't this apron have lace?"

Shao Kou was really speechless to him, it was cloudy and sunny for a while, and he couldn't agree.

"It's time to eat."

A dining table, two men, the atmosphere is definitely not warm, because, as soon as the table was served, Bian Mu pointed at the braised pork and complained, "Is the second meal okay to eat? Go pour it out."

"I can eat it, I will eat it."

The two eating words were bitten particularly hard by Shao Kou.

Yo, I just like people who are disobedient, "Little Kouzi, who said just now that you are loyal and loyal?"

Shao Kou was speechless again, why did he speak so sharply, "Little boss, the dumplings are almost lumpy, you can eat them."

He took the braised pork to the kitchen, squatted in the corner with the leftovers, and started eating.

Bian Mu held his breath in his throat, unable to get down or up, he threw his chopsticks and went upstairs to his room.

After Shao Kou finished his dinner beautifully, he came out and looked around, there was no one there, and nothing on the table was moved at all, so, did he go crazy again?

There was still laughter and laughter on the TV. He lowered his head and sighed. He began to clean up the dishes, wash the pots and bowls, clean up the kitchen, and began to mop the floor of the living room. There was a loud noise, and the clothes of the two men were twisted into a mess, entangled, endlessly.

It was late at night, Shao Kou raised his head and looked upstairs, but there was still no movement, forget it, let's wait until tomorrow to pay back the money to his aunt.

He just went back to the room to sleep, when the door of the bedroom above opened, Bian Mu came down in his pajamas, looked around, but didn't see the man, walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, turned and went upstairs.

In the silent night, the sky wants to be romantic to the earth. When there is no one, the white and soft snowflakes flutter and fall, falling into the black embrace.

Let it take my place and embrace you, my earth.

In the morning, Shao Kou got up, boiled porridge first, put on his clothes, went out to run around the village, and came back to fry egg pancakes.

Bian Mu didn't come down until ten o'clock, wearing linen gray home clothes, went down the stairs and saw the news on the TV, and said disgustedly to the man sitting and playing with the phone, "Change the channel."

This man, really, what's wrong?

Shao Kou obediently bent down to take the remote control, changed to a children's channel, and got up to prepare hot food for him.

"Change another one."

Children and the like are the most troublesome.

Bian Mu raised his eyebrows, the man had no choice but to pick up the remote control again and switch to another channel on the TV. It just so happened that it was a romantic drama in which a man and a woman were in deep love. Shao Kou quickly pressed it again and changed another news. Glancing at the little boss with a dark face, he raised his hand and handed over the remote control, and smiled, "You tune it."

"Closed, pour a cup of coffee."

Bian Mu couldn't be bothered to see him being stupid, so he turned around and sat down, flipping through the new magazine of Chinese painters that arrived the day before yesterday, smelling the jingle from the kitchen, feeling a little depressed and warm for no reason, forgive him for not being able to learn it.

He was in a bad mood, so he ate very little. He went upstairs and counted 2000 yuan, asked Shao Kou to return it, and gave him a card and a small amount of cash for daily expenses. Finally, he said weakly, "Don't bother me. Today I."

Shao Kou went downstairs in a daze, not knowing the situation. Are all painters so sentimental?He still can't understand what this point is?Why do you feel bad?

When I went to the supermarket next door, the proprietress talked a lot and told him to work hard, and strive to follow him to the big city for development as soon as possible, and talk about a girlfriend at that time.

"Auntie, I'll help you sweep the snow."

Shao Kou was really afraid of her, and she couldn't finish talking when it was dark.

Going out with a big broom, sweeping from the gate of the courtyard to the main road, and then to Bianmu's small second-floor building, and using a cart to transport the snow to the ditches.

On the second floor, the sun is warm, his mother also talked on the phone for a long time, asking about eating, asking about dressing, asking about sleeping, caring and checking each one, before hanging up, Bian Mu stood up and looked down. How could this stupid thing sweep up the whole street? The ancients also said that each person sweeps the snow in front of his own door, and don't care about the frost on others' tiles. Does he have a brain?

Shao Kou was sweating from work, not daring to catch the wind, so he put on his hat and continued to sweep. In this village, there are all left-behind old people, who struggled to move, so he simply swept them from house to house. , One afternoon, I cleaned it up and sent the broom back. It happened that the old lady was waiting there with a basket of fresh eggs on her arm. She had to stuff it to him, thanked him warmly for a long time, and then staggered back.

There seemed to be yellow croakers in the refrigerator. I took them out and poured them with water. Hearing the sound of footsteps behind me, I turned around to say hello, pointed to the basket that still smelled like chicken feces, and said, "Boss, I'll make it for you tonight. Road race crab."

Bian Mu subconsciously detoured, far away from the kitchen, crabs, barely edible, agreed, and went back upstairs. He was studying and restoring a Chinese painting. The task assigned by the teacher is probably afraid that he will be idle. The grass is special. It is really a deep love and a great responsibility to assign me here.

In the kitchen, Shao Kou washed the eggs, knocked them with the edge of a porcelain bowl, picked out the wing bones of the yellow croaker fish, chopped them into cubes, marinated them with seasoning for a while, heated up the oil, and fried them in a wok. Scattered eggs are poured in, and finally the oily salted duck egg yolk is spread on top, sprinkled with sprouted diced green onions, and a dish of crab is served out of the pan.

Bian Mu eats crabs during Chinese New Year. In a blink of an eye, it has been a month. Nothing is absolute. No, isn’t there seafood to eat in the mountains?

It can only be said that his expectations were too high, so that when he saw the shining plate of eggs, he was stunned for a long time before raising his eyes to look at other dishes, a dish of cold cucumber shredded tofu, a dish of stir-fried lettuce, and a dish of seaweed eggs. Flower soup, and a pot of rice, where is the agreed crab?

"Xiao Kouzi, where are the crabs?"

Shao Kou took off his apron, served him a bowl of rice and sat down, pointed to the egg yolk in front of him, and replied affirmatively, "This is the Sai crab."

Bian Mu's expression at the moment perfectly explained that sentence, I have little education, don't you lie to me?

I am a doctor, can a doctor know crabs?

"Have you never seen a crab?"

The author has something to say: Bian Mu: Have you never seen a crab with eight legs?

Shao Kou is helpless: Yes, I have only seen three-legged men.

Bian Mu: Are you sick?

Shao Kou: You have medicine.

Bian Mu shook his head: You, there is no cure.

Shao Kou: quack doctor.