Three days passed by, and Yun Zhong didn't remember what he saw and heard that day after getting drunk in the teahouse. He just wondered why he woke up the next day and was lying in his own home, tightly tucked in by the corner, without any air-conditioning. Not unusual.
Although teenagers always tuck in the quilt before going to bed, they are quite dishonest in their sleep. It is common for them to kick the quilt to the ground or crack the quilt cover. What's worse, they wake up the next day and find that they are lying on the bed board. Underneath, the quilt was askew, half on the floor and half on the bed, hiding him tightly like a curtain.
He felt a little strange, but didn't think much about it. It has been snowing heavily for days. The terrain of the school is already relatively low-lying, and there is more snow than other areas. In addition, most people in the town are sweeping the snow in front of their doors. The road leading to the school is covered with ice and snow, making it difficult to walk. Soon, the teacher asked the students to review their homework at home instead of going to school.
Yun Zhong was actually quite happy to not go to school. He is not a child who studies hard, and he is quite lazy. This is easy to see from his listless behavior in school. The young man didn't even know what elegance and literary talent were. Reading two volumes of picture books was all he knew about elegance. As for why he goes out to help out every day, it is purely due to the pressure of life and the last resort.
So the young man covered his head with the quilt and fell asleep again.
Little did he know that at this moment, his husband was eating hot pot and staring at a fat man.
"Wu Shuang, what's the matter with the heavy snow closing the door and why you came to my place to eat and drink instead of staying in the teahouse?" The gentleman blew his beard and stared at the fat shopkeeper in front of him with an unkind expression. He raised his hand to block the shopkeeper. Chopsticks reaching into the hot pot.
"It's just a few pieces of moderately fat and thin striped pork. You've already eaten three pieces in your mouth. Why are you still grabbing them??"
Hearing this, the fat shopkeeper felt a little embarrassed. He coughed and ran towards the plate of lion heads on the table with his chopsticks. He took one bite with a crescent moon and two bites with a steel fork. He ate so much that his mouth was filled with salivation and his heart was full of joy. He didn't care and looked like he was killing people. fierce gaze.
Wu Shuang took a gulp of rice wine and finally was able to speak, "I can't tell. You, a shabby scholar, have more money in your pocket than your face, so you can live in such a good hotel like Qingchai for so many days. Old Zhou, go ahead. Are you trying to steal money from the officialdom?" This was not a nice thing to say, but fortunately, there was a hint of envy in it, which made Mr. Zhou's expression soften a little.
"Based on my handwriting, how can it be difficult to live here for the first half of the year? It's just that you are ignorant and slandering my handwriting all day long." There wasn't much food left in the hot pot, and most of the lion's head was gone. After licking the fat shopkeeper Wu Shuang's stomach, the two of them stood up and stood at the door of the inn, looking at the silver flowers flying in the sky.
After a while, the fat shopkeeper said, "I'm leaving."
"Just leave," said the gentleman.
"It will be difficult to drink tea in the future." Wu Shuang smiled, but the cynical look on his face disappeared. The gentleman put his hands away with an expressionless expression. "found it?"
"Isn't that right? That kid stared at the sword like a wolf staring at the fat butt of a yellow sheep. After all, aren't you the same?"
"The poem is good, people need to read it again."
His fingers gently rubbed the jade pendant that was covered with water but hung all day long. The gentleman's face seemed to be invisible in the heavy snow.
Suddenly coming back to his senses, he saw the fat man squinting his small eyes and looking at him with a half-smile, "It's time to pay off the tea money you owe me." The gentleman glared: "Why is this meal not enough? "
"Having tea every day, it's hard work without any merit. Besides, it's a long way to go, so it's not too much to make some expenses, right?"
Old Mr. Zhou helplessly held his forehead. The grandson really had nothing to hold back.
"I've prepared it a long time ago. I knew you would take advantage. Take it." As he spoke, he pulled out a wooden box from nowhere and handed it to the fat man next to him.
Wu Shuang weighed the weight of the wooden box in his hand and smiled brightly, "Have you changed your nature? Are you so generous this time?" After saying this, she came closer as if she was afraid of being overheard, bumped her elbow against Lao Zhou and said, "Where is your family?" Isn’t it upstairs?”
Mr. Zhou clicked his tongue, quite proudly, "I let her take a nap in advance. She always felt dizzy before the battle, so I took her to see a doctor. It's Ximai."
Wu Shuang laughed when he heard this, which caused several pedestrians on the street to look at him. Then he felt a little depressed and sighed: "It's a pity that I can't catch up."
The snow is still falling, and the sky is getting dark. In the dark sky, there are faint wisps of red clouds, like several lines of fire clouds outlined on the edge of the black armor, or like rolling molten water that condenses when it encounters water. Every household lights up bright lanterns, which weave together with the flying snow to form soft feathery neon clothes. The flying snow and lights circulate continuously, reflecting the clear snowy road. Fading away in the snow was a stocky shopkeeper, and a tall and lanky gentleman stood at the door of the hotel with his hands behind his back.
"It's a pity that I didn't drink this time." The gentleman murmured to himself.
He looked at the fat man and saw a smile on his face as he waved his hand without turning around and pointed upstairs.
Seeing you off on a snowy night, we need to say goodbye.
"Tell me, where did you get the spare money to pay for Wu Shuang? Do you dare to hide your secrets?" The gentleman who was sitting cross-legged and flipping through a book felt a pain in his waist. When he turned around, he saw his wife's eyebrows standing straight up, her face as gloomy as The storm was about to come, so he smiled and pinched Madam's shoulders in a polite manner.
When the fat shopkeeper came out of Qingchai Guandao, he felt itchy in his heart, so he looked for a clean and snow-free step everywhere, and hurriedly opened the sunken wood box. Unexpectedly, there were large boxes within small boxes, and it took five or six boxes to open to finally find out. Three pennies and a letter lay quietly inside. Under the light of the snowy lights not far away, the letter was unfolded.
I couldn't do anything, so I heard about Hedong at home.
Among people from all over the world, it is most difficult to save private money.
Mo Yan has only a few words, but a hero has to worry about passing the test.
Hungry and cold, half a bowl of fairy noodles.
