Jean Love

"Are you going to ask for a chicken?" He was straightforward.

"Whatever you want." I was also very straightforward.

"You treat me, hehe." He seemed to want to ease his mind, but also seemed to want me to retreat in the face of difficulties.

"No problem." I still blushed.

On the phone, the other party stopped speaking in a low voice, but the sound of breathing was obviously louder, mixed with a deep sigh.For a moment, I didn't know what to say, I had expressed everything I wanted to express, did he really understand?What he will think, I can't control so much.Words spoken and water spilled cannot be taken back.

"I don't even have a car to go out now, it's so late." After a pause for a few seconds, he said so.

"The car is not a problem, I'll pick you up now, how about it?"

"Then come here, ha ha." There was a sense of heroism.

"It's a deal, I'll be there soon, you wait." Hanging up the phone, I immediately called Xiao Siluan who often helps me deliver goods, and asked him to take me there.

Xiao Silun took me to the big iron gate of the fruit farm, and called him again: "I'm here, right at the gate, come out." I asked the driver to honk, just one sound, to prove that I was really here .

"Are you really going?" Now he sounded like a deflated ball, lazily and procrastinatingly.

"Hurry up, I'll wait for you."

Sit in the small four-wheeler and smoke with the driver, taking a sip without talking to each other.The time is ticking, counting the stopwatch, 1 minute, 2 minutes, 5 minutes, 10 minutes have passed, and no one has come out yet.I called again: "Not coming out yet?"

"Forget it, I won't go, my back hurts." He hung up the phone first.

I was dumbfounded, the phone was still attached to my ear.Called again, and he turned off the phone.I can't go in. I was sent out just now, and now I go in again. If I run into someone, it won't scare people, and it's hard to explain.

But if he doesn't come out, I don't know what to do, so go in and pull him?That's a bit of a force, it's okay to force it in thought, but it's not good to force it in behavior.Resentful, I spread my hands to the driver: "It's a waste of time, my friend said it was rescheduled."

The driver only cared about driving seriously, and didn't pay much attention to whether I was happy or disappointed.

Back at the gas station, it was midnight, and after such a toss, my mind and body were a little haggard. I was lying on the bed, alone, sad, what was going on with me?Is it sick?Or pervert?It's really ridiculous that I mobilized so many teachers and mobilized people for his sexual happiness when I was burning with desire, wasting people and money, and was turned away in the end.

But when I think about it carefully, I can't blame him for these things. If I had eaten dinner at that time, I would have ruled out all my worries and stayed straight away. Maybe I would have slept with him in my arms.Just, if not if.Thoughts are like the oars of a ferry, shaking to and fro to make a smooth transition.

When I woke up, the sun was shining again, people were coming and going, people were laughing and talking, and they were busy.

Without a fuel dispenser, diesel oil can still be sold. I have 170kg empty engine oil drums, a familiar driver, cheaper sources than oil depots, and trustworthy customers. As for how to sell it, it’s just a different way. , but this is not a long-term solution after all.

The main thing is to sell motor oil, sometimes one barrel, sometimes two barrels, sometimes three barrels, and sometimes there is no business for a whole day, just sitting there basking in the sun.The driver next door would tentatively come over to drink tea and chat, and gradually got acquainted.I have become familiar with him, and I can ask him to deliver the goods directly, and I can get my cash back, and the shipping fee is also fair. I am happy, how can I charge you so much!

I patted him on the waist: "Next time I have something to sell, I will still look for you."

He also patted me on the shoulder: "Thank you, thank you. It's a pleasure working with each other!"

Lao Lin is happy all day long. He seems to be a contented person. He has a beard, is tall and thin, walks with a horoscope, drives a small four-wheeler, and often holds the car key in his hand. On his lap, under his sight, or in his pocket, and every few minutes, reach into his pocket and feel for it.

"It's gone." I smiled.

"If you drop it, you'll have nothing to eat." His face tightened, he reached into his pocket, took it out, shook it, rattled, and smiled easily.

"Here, even if you lose it, I won't want you."

"Hehe, if it falls outside, it will be troublesome."

I don't get it, just as long as the car is not lost, a bunch of keys?Maybe it's just his habit.

He picked up the teacup, and I stood up, the sun was shining outside the window, the wind was beautiful, the green grass, the isolated telephone pole, several low and dilapidated iron houses, standing intermittently on the field, a red coat and black trousers , wrapped in a handkerchief, a fat woman holding a long-handled water ladle in her left hand, walked out of the tin house and faced the vegetable field in front of the door.After walking a few steps, the child behind him stamped his feet and cried, and the little black dog caught by the rope barked at the foot of the eaves. The woman stopped, put down the long spoon, picked up the child, and gently touched the small face with her big hand. wipe.

The road opposite is spacious and clean. An old man, who looks very old, is carrying two large baskets on a bamboo pole. The baskets are filled with radishes and greens. After shaking, he slowly walks towards the market. Suddenly, he stumbles. Reeling, unable to stabilize, sitting on the ground, the two baskets fell heavily on the ground, the green vegetables were poured all over the ground, the radish rolled along with the baskets, and almost rolled into the river, but fortunately there was a guardrail to stop it.

At this moment, a small off-white single-row four-wheeler passed by at high speed. The driver may have seen the accident behind him through the reversing mirror. He scoffed, braked the car, and then slowly reversed. , helped the old man up, and looked around the old man with his eyes up and down, as if calling: "Take a few steps and have a look."

The old man walked a few steps, twisted his neck and looked at himself, as if he was fine.The bearded man squatted down, helped the old man pick up the scattered vegetables, opened the car door, put two large baskets and poles into his compartment, took the old man's hand and sat in the cab, the old man kept raising his hand and nodded, Like thank you.The car started and headed towards the market.

This is the scene that happened on the opposite road the morning before yesterday, and I happened to be holding a water glass, just like now.

I turned around and saw Lao Lin holding a key and lowering his head, playing with an old deck of playing cards on the bench. I asked, "Old Lin, does your family grow vegetables opposite?"

"No, the people who grow vegetables there are all from Guangxi. It's similar to what you said, and I can't understand it. Haha, it would be great if I could rent a piece of land opposite to grow vegetables." Lao Lin raised his head and looked up. Face of inexplicable and surprise, looking at me.

"I thought your family was growing vegetables there. You can go to work, review it, and pick some free vegetables, haha." I muttered softly.Then asked him: "Then your family is not here?"

"Now, my wife is in Shanmei. She is not in good health, so she stays at home all day. When the weather is good, I occasionally take my car out for a walk to get some air. My son is also here, alas...!" said His son, he sighed.

"What's wrong with my son?" I wondered.

"That kid is unbelievable. He idles around all day. He finally found a job, worked for a few days, quit, and wandered around again. He didn't listen to what he said. He is in his 20s and refuses to study hard at home. If you come out of the society, but you refuse to do things well, and you don’t have a proper job, how can you do it.” After speaking, he let out a long sigh.

"I'm sorry, every family has a difficult scripture to recite." I didn't know how to comfort, and I couldn't help.

Fill him up with tea, I don’t know how I survived when I was sad, and when I saw others sad, I would still be so sad. This is my weakness, but it is hidden deep, and I dare not open it easily.

"It's great to be like you." He eased up a bit, the melancholy on his face dissipated, and he laughed again.

"Haha, Lao Lin, you just saw my good side." I walked over, and slapped him heavily with my right palm a few times. The old clothes wrapped a sturdy body, supporting a simple and honest man.

Lao Lin stood up, shook the key, shook hands with me, and looked at me: "When your driver is busy, call me when he has goods, okay? Happy cooperation!"

"Yes, yes." I agreed loudly.He knows that I have a relatively stable driver who has worked with each other for several years and will not change easily.I called him yesterday because the driver was busy, and also because I thought there were free vegetables to eat.Later, I often called him, maybe because the old man who wrestled was not his family, I was just a bit hypocritical!