[Xianliu] Suiwanyantian

Xiandao told Rukawa his mobile phone number, Rukawa's language is concise, always give the address and hang up.Once he was having dinner with Yayoi, and Yayoi was talking about her journalism ideals. The waiter had just served a plate of tuna, and an elegant old lady was playing "Prelude to Raindrops" in the corner of the restaurant. Rukawa's personal bodyguard.That time, he acted viciously, and finally resolved the conflict completely—Long promised not to mess with Rukawa again.

And then—and then he had a few days of leisure.

Then——one evening, he jumped off the bus and found Rukawa under the stop sign.

"Why are you standing here?"

The boy quickly jumped on the bicycle, "I'll take you home."

"what?"

The boy patted the back seat of the bicycle, "Come up."

He continued walking, laughing awkwardly, what was the boy thinking.

"Why did you send me?"

"Repay the favor."

"What?" He stared wide-eyed, "Repay the favor? ——You don't owe me a favor, I'm a policeman, and it's my duty to help you."

The boy jumped out of the car, "Or you sit on it, and I'll push you."

He almost wanted to cry, "You really feel indebted to me, let your grandma send me a bowl of pickled beans, pickled kohlrabi is also fine."

The boy fell silent, and the cart walked beside him.

"Or if you run across the road now and buy me a pack of cigarettes, that would be considered a favor."

"I just want to take you home."

The boy stared at him, eyes so bright that he gulped, the boy was so beautiful—he sighed.

"Okay," he couldn't help being gentle, "You send me home, and the favor will be repaid, are you satisfied?"

"I'll take you home from now on."

His heart skipped a beat, and he looked back to see the boy with his head slightly lowered. When the twilight melted away everything, his face was still white and shiny, like a magnolia that had just been plucked.

He found himself at a loss for words.

Xiandao came out from the supermarket, Rukawa squatted on the side of the road, and grabbed a basketball with the black cat. He quickly switched the basketball from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand to his left hand. The master was caught off guard.

"Is that your ball?"

Rukawa nodded, he stood up, and put the ball and the cat into the bag one by one.

"Basketballs and cats are your travel necessities?" He laughed.

The boy snatched the shopping bag from his hand, pinned it on the back seat of the bicycle, and glanced at him, "There is still a car."

"The marinade will be squeezed out," he hastily opened the pressure plate, picked up the pocket, "it can't be put like this."

The boy snatched it away again.

"what?"

"I carry it."

"It's not heavy..."

"I want to carry it," the boy glared at him, pushing the cart forward.

He laughed dryly, "It's really stubborn." There were some women selling red bayberries in bamboo baskets on the side of the road, "Rukawa, really don't wait for me again in the future."

There was no movement ahead.

"Look, you've done a lot for me, you've sent me home for a week, and you've helped me carry things, right?" he said, "And your grandma will be worried, I got off work late the day before yesterday, and you She has never been home, if she hadn’t met us at the gate of the compound, she would have been terrified—I’ve already told her to promise you to come home on time in the future.”

The boy turned his head, "You hate me sending you off."

He froze for a moment, "It's not annoying, but it's unnecessary, do you understand?"

"Okay, I won't send it away in the future."

He opened his mouth for a long time, "That's right."

[two]

Yayoi put on some lipstick, and when the bus shook, Xiandao always suspected that her mouth would hit the window, leaving a full red oval on it.What she was talking about, facing him, her head was surging back and forth with excitement, she stretched out her hand to gesture from time to time, he saw the ring on her finger, and saw her veins like a blue kite string.He couldn't listen to her, the car was too noisy, and he was thinking about other things.But he kept pretending to listen attentively, nodding from time to time, until she asked him for advice, then he laughed: "It's a bit complicated, it's hard to say."

"Complicated? What's so complicated? The simple facts are in front of you. If we do this, what is the difference between our Nanri and those dirty evening papers?"

"That's true."

"When editor Cao was here, how could this kind of report make headlines? Tell me, a cat killed a dog, and such vulgar things can also make headlines?"

"Can a cat kill a dog? What breed of cat?"

"Ah, are you bored? This kind of nonsense is something you ordinary people love to read. The re-election of the municipal party committee, the collapse of the second bridge, and the collective strike of professors at M University. Which one is not a thousand times more important than this?"

Yayoi has recently become obsessed with the word market well. Not long ago, Xiandao got off work from the police station and went directly to the newspaper office to pick her up on a patrol motorcycle. At that time, he had a towel stuffed in his coat pocket. When he wiped his sweat with it, Yayoi said, "You didn't bring any paper with you? Is it a village?!" He froze for a moment, and when the towel was unfolded, it was a large pile of khaki, with the words "Fu Lu Shuang Quan" printed on it He was the one who helped an old lady selling pancakes clean up a stall that was destroyed by the urban management. The old lady insisted on thanking him for giving it to him. He smiled and pushed the towel to Yayoi's nose. You alley policeman, you are getting more and more popular!" Later, Yayoi bought a lot of small bags of handkerchiefs in the supermarket, which smelled artificially made, and she warned him not to wipe sweat with towels again, the key is It doesn't look good, but she added, you don't like to wash, there are parasitic mites on the towels.

The car started to drive smoothly, turned several corners without any further bumps, the lipstick stuck to Yayoi's lips unharmed, did not hit the window or other obstacles, it looked wet as if it was about to ferment.Yayoi stopped talking after the previous loud reprimand, Xiandao began to be occupied by other thoughts again, the car stopped at a platform, he saw Yayoi adjusted the shoulder strap of the leather bag, and walked towards the door of the car.

"Didn't you say go to my house for dinner?"

Yayoi almost jumped out of the car, and before the car door closed automatically, she turned her head and said, "Your mother needs to add four or five heads of garlic to stir-fry a tomato, and she always puts it in people's bowls. I'm afraid, okay?"

Her face seemed a little gloomy, but Xiandao didn't have time to see it clearly, she had already pouted her buttocks with her back to the bus, and she began to dust the dust off her trousers.Every time she got out of the car, she dusted it habitually. Fortunately, she didn't wear a skirt that day. That white gauze skirt exposed her thighs too many times. When she bowed her waist and lifted her hips, the skirt was like a flower The rising hydrogen balloon, her thighs are neither fat nor thin, and there are many densely packed small blood vessels inside. It is because of too much heat in winter that these blood vessels dry up and condense on the surface of her skin like a specimen.

She probably had a very bad day, otherwise she wouldn't have agreed to have dinner together and then suddenly changed her mind.Their Nandu Daily airborne a new editor-in-chief, and she has always been worried about it. After their old editor-in-chief died of a serious illness, she took the lead for about a month. Since then, she has felt that the editor-in-chief is her own—— Recently, she has been complaining about her poor skin and blisters in her mouth, which presumably are the by-products of a bad job.As the bus continued on its way, Xiandao saw Yayoi was still dusting off, and she slowly moved away with her posture.

When getting out of the car, Xiandao was shocked.

The boy was still standing under the stop sign, carrying a big bag. On this day, under his school uniform was a red ball uniform. Maybe he had just finished a game.

"Why are you..."

"I'm not here to take you home," the boy interrupted him with a strong tone. He lowered his head and took out something from his pocket, "I'll pay you back."

It was a ten-cent coin, and it sounded like a cough. Xiandao held the money in his hand and looked at the boy in surprise. The boy first looked at him bravely, then suddenly blushed and lowered his eyelids.

Xiandao understood the boy's intention.

"I borrowed you two dollars," he said deliberately.

"Yes, I've paid you back a dime," said the boy, looking away.

"Oh, and then I'll pay you another ten cents tomorrow, so you like waiting for me every day?"

The boy glared at him, biting his lip in displeasure.

He found that his eyes didn't seem to be able to move, he couldn't move away from the boy, and the boy came to wait for him again against the promise, but he was even very happy.Well, he's too lazy to educate the boy, and it would be a good idea for him to go home with him.

"Do you read the newspaper?"

He stepped onto the sidewalk and kicked half of the sugarcane off the ground.

"Basketball Weekly."

"One day you will also go up and make the cover," he laughed, looking at the number 11 on the boy's chest, "but, do you read other newspapers? Morning and evening newspapers and the like."

The boy shook his head.

"A cat killed a dog today," he said.

The boy looked at him inexplicably.

He laughed, "Say, can this make headlines?"

The boy turned his head and took out his cat from his schoolbag. The black thing was sleeping, and the beard was drooping. The boy poked the cat's fur with his fingers, "Like it?"

"Ah."

"Yes." The boy nodded firmly.

He laughed out loud.

"I think so too," they had already entered the compound, and several old men in Tai Chi robes passed them by, "Do you hate garlic, Rukawa?"

"good."

He suddenly grabbed the boy, "Go to my house for dinner."

The boy's eyes twinkled.

"Don't want to?"

"I'll call grandma."

The Xiandao family lives on the top floor. After nightfall, the residual heat from the daylight seeps down from the ceiling, and it takes eight o'clock to cool down inside the house.During the meal, Xiandao's father opened the window of the dining room, and some night air came in. The water that Xiandao's mother had sprinkled on the floor earlier also started to take effect.When the body cools down, the appetite starts to flourish