Jean Love

"How do you sell this kind of gear oil?" After lunch the next day, he walked into the gas station, stood next to the gas dispenser, pointed to a four-liter bottle of Shell gear oil, and looked at me.

"There is a price tag on it." I smiled flatteringly.

"So expensive!" He said seriously.

"Do you buy it?" I find it very boring.My heart tightened, and I smiled professionally.

"Don't buy it, I don't need to buy it, someone will buy it." He put the gear oil in his hand back on the shelf.

"It's not expensive if you don't buy it, ha ha." I still laughed.

Hearing what I said, he also laughed, hehehe, his voice was thick and pleasant, then he was silent for a while, approached me, took out a cigarette, and asked, "Do you smoke?"

"No smoking, thank you." I raised my hand in a bow.

"My smoke sucks, huh?" He was sincere.

"No, no, I really don't smoke. No." I was taken aback. This proud guy would have such a humble side, which surprised me a little.

I saw the three words "Guangzhou Bay" written on the cigarette case he was holding in his left hand. It was light yellow overall, and there was a picture of the sea in the middle. bad.

"Aren't you bothered by staying here all day?" he asked.

"I like quiet," I said.

"It's uncomfortable to stay in one place all day and all month."

"With them by my side, I don't really think so." I raised the monthly magazine in my hand.

"Oh." He was speechless, pacing back and forth across the entire gas station, like a case investigator searching for evidence, carefully, earnestly, and calmly.Then he left and didn't come back for a few days.

One night two weeks later, he came to see me after nine o'clock and said he wanted to treat me to supper.I was very pleasantly surprised, and a little bit surprised. I couldn't readily agree, but also couldn't refuse straight away, because I didn't know each other well after all.

"I don't close until after ten o'clock, it's a bit late." I wanted to decline.

"Don't be afraid, I'll wait."

"Delaying your rest, isn't it good?" I still feel that I don't get rewarded for nothing.

"It's okay, it's raining, so we don't need to start work tomorrow." He smiled.

"Oh.……"

I have been working here for more than half a year, and no one has offered to invite me to have supper.Except when he was joking with Fat Boy, he was passive and said it a few times heroically.Today, he took the initiative to propose it, which was a little surprising. In fact, I was very happy and full of expectations at the time.

"What do you like to eat?" He asked me after sitting down at "Hutchison".

"Whatever, I rarely eat supper." I said.

"Try the set powder here, it tastes good. Braised pork is also good." He introduced.It seems to be a support.

"Oh," I was a little at a loss.Thinking about something in my heart.

"It's not me asking you tonight, it's you asking me."

Hearing this, the bewilderment I had just now disappeared, I sat up straight, didn't speak, and thought to myself, this person is really good enough, making me feel grateful.

"I've won a horse. You said I won. It's a mouse. I won a few dollars. It's definitely enough for supper." He looked very happy.

I get it, he's one of those guys who put on a serious face and try to get a sense of humor.I remembered that last night, he came to me, mysteriously, and wanted to ask me a question.It was said that there was a sentence in the horse newspaper: "A woman was beaten on the road." He asked me to help him guess what it meant.

I didn't understand. At that time, I didn't know what I bought when I bought a horse. He reminded me which one was more similar, a chicken or a mouse.I still don’t understand, but thinking of key words like being hit on the road and being hit by someone, the phrase “rat crossing the street, everyone shouting and hitting” came to mind, so I said casually, “Rat.”

Just to say that, he told me tonight that he had won the horse, and he used this reason to treat me to supper. I felt a little bit bewitched. I lost 40 yuan for one dollar, so good money?

"Have you been digging for many years? The fat boy said that your technology is top-notch." I picked a topic that could satisfy the vanity of the other party, but would not make people think that I was flattering others.

"Hehe, I've been driving it for more than 20 or [-] years, and I started to turn it on in the third year after I came out to work, until now." He smiled confidently.

"I heard you just came here."

"I was in Daling Mountain before, and I have been here for more than ten days."

"Isn't there anything to do at Daling Mountain?" I probed to see if Fatty's words were true or not, or to see if the tall and mighty man in front of me was modest.

"Hehe, the salary here is higher. The boss here asked me to come and help, so I came here." He is very confident, but still a little reserved, not the kind of person who is very proud, but rather to the point.Made my impression of him a little better.

"Do you drink?" he asked me.

"Don't drink, it's already late." I said.

"I seldom drink alcohol. Liquor gets hot, and beer is hot." He looked at me and explained, as if he was good at keeping healthy.

I looked at him seriously, his skin was not very fair, nor dark, his ears were not very long, and his earlobes were thick.The bridge of the nose is high, and the tip of the nose is slightly hooked.The whole is very filling.

I boldly pulled his left hand. The palm was thick and fleshy, but it was very rough. The thumb was like a snake's head, and the tip of the index finger was broken off. It should have happened many years ago. It was obvious that it was a working people. People of hard times.

""You know how to read? "He retracted his left hand, laughing.

"No, I'm curious." I laughed too.

"Are you highly educated?" he asked.

"Why ask that?"

"Listening to you, it feels different."

"Very fake, isn't it?" I laughed hahaha, it feels good to be praised, knowing that he wanted to praise me, I couldn't help but shudder, and said something ironic.He also pursed his lips, smiling without showing his teeth.

"Students in technical secondary schools with low education. I studied in Beijing. There are people with high education and high quality everywhere. I may have been influenced by it. So you all think that I am educated." I said where I studied. Yes, save him asking again.

This is not the first time he has asked this question. Several people have followed me and paid attention to where I have read books.I know, it's Fat Boy. After he learned about my situation, he went into the shed and made proper publicity, which increased my popularity and at first satisfied my little vanity.It's just that when culture is linked to employment and income.My heart began to feel inferior again.When I was most uncomfortable, I only hated that the ground could not be drilled seamlessly.

Tonight, we didn't talk too much, maybe we both belong to the boring type.After all, it is not very familiar.It's just that it's very aftertaste. What's worth remembering is not the rice noodles that I ate at that time, but the whole night. I didn't see the arrogance and disdain in his eyes.What I saw was either tender or lonely, which made me happy to sit closer and closer to him.

"Listen to me, you should find a better job. Good night!" When parting, he patted me on the shoulder and dropped this sentence.