Jean Love

"Hey, hey, hey, boss, it's ok, it's ok, it's full."

"Oh, sorry, sorry."

In the afternoon of the next day, an old driver of a farm vehicle came to the store to buy bulk motor oil in a white plastic bucket of five catties, and said it would cost three catties. Oil pumping, carelessly, filled up other people's oil barrels, and some leaked out, tick-tock, leaked to the ground, glowing with a touch of golden yellow, integrated into a piece, sticky.

I found a piece of rag to wipe the plastic bucket clean, and asked the driver if I need to dump some, leaving only three catties, the old driver waved his hand: "Forget it, just a little more, I will use it anyway .”

"Come on, I'm looking for your money, I'm sorry, thank you." I apologized and thanked again, nodded and bowed, smiling all over my face, and turned to the driver.But his eyes were on the man, from far to near, he entered the gas station with air, met each other, knew the way, put the backpack on his body and the Xiantao rice bag in his hand into the office of the gas station, clapped his hands, and walked towards me Come.

"Wen, are you busy? Here." He handed over a classic and stretched it out in front of me.

"Ah." I opened my mouth, then raised my hands and shook them under his eyelids, hands full of oil.He turned the cigarette end knowingly, put it directly into my mouth, and smiled.

"Oh, you won the lottery? I switched to classics." I was very happy, but I put on a very plain look on my face, knowing that unless he was out visiting friends or going home for the holidays, he would rarely buy cigarettes at this price on weekdays. .

"Go home early tomorrow morning and stay with you tonight, do you have a place?" He asked.

"Just one cigarette, and you are allowed to sleep on the bench for one night. If you treat me to a late-night snack, you can sleep on the iron frame bed. If..., then go to the front upstairs." Although I was joking, But without smiling, he avoided his sight and went to wash his hands.

"Hehe, you can sleep anywhere, as long as you have a place, hey, where's your brother?"

"Go home." I returned to his side, glared at him, and cursed inwardly, this incomprehensible, boring guy.Then took his arm, came out to the bridge, and lit a cigarette.

The main road washed by the autumn rain outside the gas station is clean and bright, and the two rows of street lamps are heroic.The guardrails on the bridge also seem to have taken on a new look, the river under the bridge is unhurried, and the leafy vegetables planted by farmers in the opposite field are lush.The sky is blue, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the sun is shining all over the earth, gentle, and the autumn wind is blowing slowly, like silk.A red women's motorcycle hula drove by on the road, and the girl's black and shiny hair flew backwards, eloquently, very beautiful.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and the National Day is not so fast yet. Are you going home at this time?" I asked.

"I was supposed to go back during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but Jinmin asked me to help him finish that project, so it was delayed."

"Can't we do it after the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"After doing this, I won't do it here."

"You resigned?"

"Well. I quit. There is a boss in Huangjiang who asked me to help him start the machine. The salary is higher. It just so happens that there is no construction site here. I often have nothing to do. I eat and play all day. Of course I’m happy, the boss feels uncomfortable, if this continues, he’ll have to leave sooner or later, don’t you think so?” He flicked his cigarette ash.Ask me: "What time do you close at night?"

"If you have something to do, it will be earlier, if you have nothing to do, it will be later, not necessarily, but there is basically no business at night." I said.

"Wait to close the door early, accompany me to Houjie to buy something, and have dinner together by the way."

"Well, you don't need to sleep on a bench or a canopy bed. After eating, you can go directly upstairs, opposite to the third floor, ha ha." I gave him a mischievous wink. Voice.

That night, just as the sky was getting dark, I closed the door. We came to Houjie together, and I accompanied him. He said he was going to buy some children's clothes and shoes. There is a store in Houjie that sells children's clothing. On the second floor, the waiter Polite nod, enthusiastic guidance from the shopping guide, an open space of [-] to [-] square meters, children's shoes and socks, neatly placed in a custom-made frame, and children's shirts and trousers, row by row, hang on hangers On the stainless steel shelves, children's toys are stacked on the ground with the golden wooden floor, plastic ones, Transformers, guns and knives, cars and tanks, everything that one expects to find.

We walked back and forth from beginning to end, from tail to head, and walked around a few times, looking at this piece, touching that piece, the color is dark or light, the price is high or low, and the style is different. When we come out, we practice our hands. not empty.

"Hello, sir, the total is 530 eight yuan, thank you." The cashier raised his right hand, glanced at Lian Yu, and tapped the keyboard quickly. A white slip of paper with tiny black writing on it, with price information related to the product.

Two pairs of olive green military sneakers, soft and tough, a pair of gray-black corduroy pants, warm and generous, a leather jacket, a plastic toy chariot, a few small toys, and a portable drinking cup for younger children .

"I can't see that you live frugally on weekdays, but you are unambiguous when you buy things for children." I snatched a kraft paper bag from his hand, held his vacant right hand with my left hand, and pressed my palm tightly. Interlocking fingers, swinging back and forth, in the noisy commercial street of Houjie, they looked at each other like no one else, and walked side by side.

"Is there anything else to buy?" I asked after the meal.

"I still need to buy a pair of underpants. If you don't buy them here, go back to Hetian. They are available at the night market stalls in Hetian Market." He said.

When we came back, we put the goods we had just captured at the gas station, closed the door, and held hands in pairs. He took big steps, and I took small steps. Seeing that we had fallen, we jumped a few steps and followed.

Under the banyan tree in Hetian Market, next to the road where lottery betting points are sold, there are food sellers, clothes, shoes and hats sellers, grocery sellers, some use parasols, some use colored striped cloth, and some are open-air. The stalls, one stall after another, lined up along the road, looking up, it was a bit disorganized, and the vendors were yelling and selling.

On Saturdays, Sundays and evening prime time, it is also bustling, crowded and lively.The migrants who work in the nearby factories, after get off work, have a rest, go out one by one, in groups, or alone, for shopping, or just to join in the fun.

After the bustle, a pile of rubbish peels was left, making a clean asphalt road into a mess.Facing the row of stall owners, the owners still smiled happily, and enthusiastically greeted the sellers: "Come, come, try it, take a look, the warehouse is cleared, the stall is closed, and the sale is on sale. Don't miss this opportunity. Don't miss it!" Come again."

"Miss proprietress, how much is this one?" We came to a clothing booth, Lian Yu picked up a pair of light blue underpants with his thumb and forefinger, and shook them in front of the fat proprietress.

Even if you are not standing by your side, holding it in your hand, you can tell at a glance that this is a street stall. The underpants look loose, rustic, and dull in color. They are shaped like a fine-hole fishing net woven with thin threads. A cloth bag seemed to have been patched, about ten centimeters long, with a slender zipper, Lian Yu pulled it back and forth a few times, it was okay, the chain wouldn't fall off.

"Ten yuan and two pieces." The proprietress greeted and packed her things.

"Can't it be cheaper? Five yuan is okay?" Lian Yu bargained unhurriedly.

"Five yuan a piece." The proprietress didn't look back.

"That's not the same, there is no discount at all." Lian Yu chuckled.

"Brother, what are you kidding, you want five yuan or two? Do you think we can make a good profit? You can't even get the goods at this price." The proprietress pretended to be dumbfounded.

"How much is the least?" Lian Yu raised it a little higher and shook it vigorously a few times, like a rough light blue flag.

"Take it for eight yuan, and I'll sell it to you as it is." The proprietress seemed a little sacrificed.

"Forget it, six yuan, I'll buy you two." Lian Yu tugged at my arm, pretending to leave.

"Hey, hey, come back, come back, oops, here you go, the stall is closed." The proprietress put down the clothes she was arranging, and waved to us with a smile, a forced smile.

"You are so ruthless. It's not easy for a small business." Leaving the booth and walking side by side on the road, I raised my fist and lightly hammered Lianyu's strong arm.

"You don't understand, they always double the price. If you don't kill me a little harder, she will make a lot of money. Don't underestimate it. People who set up a stall like this can earn 10,000+ a year, or even more, which is very profitable. Yes." Lian Yu retorted.

We went back under the banyan tree, where we often stopped.Time passed quietly, the treetops were dense in the night, and there was emptiness beside the figure.