He came to the moon with a tractor

Passing through the alley, the field of vision opened up unexpectedly.

Both sides are full of high-rise buildings made of containers, one floor after another, with colorful blankets on the railings, and freshly washed clothes are also strung on a long line and hung between the buildings.

Shouting, music, and women calling the children home for dinner.

There are also several tables of old men and women playing mahjong and chess in the corner.

The picture full of fireworks is like an old photo blurred by time.

This is clearly the life style of urban areas in the last century.

"Your lips they come and kiss me

And they haven't made as sound

Your hips they're coming with me

And you're just comin round..."

The nostalgic harmonica brings out a hoarse smoke voice, which is obviously a cheerful and lively dance rhythm, but it is filled with romantic tenderness.

A dozen peace doves flew over the sky, and the blues with a sense of age seemed to be stepping on their wings, floating in the crowded but warm small town.

"My heart beats like thunder

Everytime you come into view..."

The singing came from a hut standing in the middle of the front, where the door could not be seen, only a large window, surrounded by a few children.

Kou Si looked at it, then raised his foot and walked over.

The steps were slow, and the light-colored shadow drew a long line on the gravel ground.

"Thisthing is bigger than bothofus

I know you know it too..."

The distance is getting closer.

The children were chattering for some good thing, and their laughter mixed with the singing was very crisp.

They ran away in all directions, and the whole picture of the window was finally revealed.

A hut is not a hut.

But a caravan.

The bright yellow wagon is covered with bits and pieces of soda cans in all colors, and the colors are very ostentatious.

There is also a mechanical cat lying on the roof of the car, its body is petite, and the gears in its body are turning slowly, and it is already rusted.

The tail hit the wagon body one after another, making the imprint of a road.

The caravan is backed by the low building, and behind it is the towering building of the Earth Star Consortium.

The holographic logo also glows red during the day.

The aircraft shuttled back and forth among the clouds, looking like another world, forming a huge contrast with this small town in the central corner.

Kou Si almost thought that he had traveled to the wrong time and space.

He looked away and saw a radio set in the corner of the window with a long antenna, and the singing was coming from here.

It's melodious like a loudspeaker.

He stood by the window and looked in.

It's full of candies, all kinds of transparent crystal candies hang on the top, hanging like wind chimes.

The window sills are also filled with colorful small round candies.

There are also a few notebooks.

When it was opened, the white paper was covered with strange cartoons.

A thread was pulled from the window, and a line of paintings with similar feeling was hung, like a podium, specially hung to show off.

Surrounded by all this, the man was lying on a rocking chair with his hands hanging by the side of the chair, and his face was covered with a piece of drawing paper.

Judging by the rise and fall of his chest, he was obviously sleeping.

Slept soundly through the noise.

Kou Si knocked on the window sill and called him slowly, "Boss, I want to buy a candy."

No one moved.

Lying down peacefully, as if the world collapsed, he would sleep until the end.

Kou Si paused for a while, reached out and pressed the radio.

Quiet in a lot of air.

He said again, "Boss, buy sugar."

The lying person finally moved.

He raised his hand to lift the drawing paper off his face, straightened up and "slapped" Kou Si in front of him.

His voice was a little hoarse, with a trace of lazy sleepiness, obviously not getting enough sleep.

"Draw a candy one by one, and take it by yourself after you draw it."

The sunlight fell on his face, as if it traced an edge along the outline, very nice.

Kou Si's eyes lit up, and he got closer as if admiring it.

Gentle and handsome, like jade that has been deposited for a long time, the temperament is very clean.

He squinted his eyes halfway, a tiny crescent scar at the corner of his eye was slightly red.

Still a rough jade.

Kou Si ticked the corner of his mouth, "What does it mean to draw a candy? No money?"

The man seemed to have just come back to his senses, he slowly remembered the identity of his boss, stood up and explained.

"Draw a picture of the object or person you think is the most beautiful. The scenery is also fine. You can exchange a picture for a piece of candy. The only requirement is to be serious, not to be perfunctory, but to deal with it."

He spoke slowly, with a cool but patient tone, "Is there anything else you don't understand?"

Kou Si stared at him, "I still don't know a little bit." He didn't say any more, just picked up the pen, dabbled on the paper and began to outline the lines.

Usually, I have never been so focused on designing the appearance of the machine. When I write, every part is drawn extremely finely.

The man didn't speak, and there was doubt in his tired eyes.

Silence spread.

He waited quietly without urging.

The dove of peace flapped its wings and flew over the roof of the car, as if hearing the sound of the flow of time hitting the heart.

Kou Si stopped writing, picked up the painting, reached out and pressed the radio.

The melody that stopped abruptly lingered in the air again.

"Wegotabigbigbadlove

bad love

Wefitlikeahandinaglove

We got big big big bad love..."

The love words are lingering and extremely ambiguous in the lyrics.

Kou Si unfolded the painting in front of the man's eyes, and spoke slowly, with clear words, with a hint of flirtatiousness.

"If I draw a picture of you, can I not exchange sugar?"

He hooked his lips and smiled.

"For another kiss?"