Fisherman

Zhao Qian wiped off the stagnant water, and when he went downstairs, Brother Zhou had already changed his clothes, and he still had a set of clean clothes in his hand, and handed him a clean handkerchief together with him when he came down.

He naturally chose to forget the previous embarrassment, wiped his body, changed his clothes, and felt a lot more relaxed.

An oil lamp was lit in the room, and the faint light was very bright in the dark room. Brother Zhou started to light a fire to cook.

He washed the pot and prepared rice, his figure dangled in front of the stove, Zhao Qian watched him busy, and suddenly felt that this scene was very similar to when he was a child, when he lived with his grandmother and the electricity was cut off in the countryside , a kerosene lamp would be lit at home, and the shadow of grandma wearing an apron dangled like Brother Zhou. Later, when grandma passed away, he became an orphan and went to work alone in the city. Fumbling and rolling, became a gangster.

It is windy and windy outside, and relatives are cooking in the house. This is a very warm thing.

But the warmth is warm, the person in front of him is not his relative, he doesn't even know the other person's name, although it will be awkward to ask someone's name now, but sooner or later he will know the fact that he is not his man, so he asked A: "What's your name?"

Brother Zhou paused for a moment with his burning hand, and then he felt that Zhao Qian seemed to have changed a little after returning home. He didn't expect that his true colors would be revealed so soon. Anyway, after living together for so long, he didn't expect that he even He didn't even know his name, but he used to call him hello, hey, etc. He knew in his heart that he hated him, but he didn't expect that he didn't care so much, and he really treated himself like a coolie.

He replied in a cold voice: "Zhou Shaoyu."

Zhao Qian seemed to be a little used to Brother Zhou's indifference, he sank, and then continued: "I hope you know one thing, I am not your man."

He thought that Brother Zhou would be surprised and panicked, but he didn't expect that he would just respond flatly: "I know."

Instead, he was puzzled.

"you know?"

"You have to say this every day, and I know it no matter how self-aware I am."

Zhao Qian was even more puzzled.

"What did I say?"

Zhou Ge'er put down his work, he looked at Zhao Qian, saw that he really didn't know his face, and felt agitated, wondering what kind of evil this person was, and what he wanted to do.

Zhao Qian tilted his head, seeing that he didn't speak, and wondered if he had hit someone's sore spot, but he really wanted to find out the situation: "What?"

"You are not my husband, I am just an animal you bought back with ten taels of silver. A cold-faced and unflattering brother like me will never be able to marry in his life, so he should give up his thoughts earlier and work honestly in your house." My son serves you, and don't try to seduce you, even if you are drunk, you will not touch me if you see a tortoise as a swan! Sooner or later, you will marry the person you like and go home."

Zhao Qian was stunned, this is... really too ugly!

But any promising man would not vent his anger on his own family members. He wanted to comfort the gray-faced young man, but Brother Zhao was not very good at comforting others. The men he came into contact with were all straightforward, and he had never met him before. Like Brother Zhou... this kind of young man who is married to someone else.

He didn't know whether he should whisper softly like coaxing a woman, or like comforting a brother, directly holding a knife and venting his anger on the person who bullied him.Apparently, it doesn't seem to work either way.

He also felt strange, whether the folk customs in this village are open, or there are too few women, so that men and men are allowed to marry this custom.

In the end, after a fierce ideological struggle, he changed the idea of ​​conveying that he was not a man from Brother Zhou, and put it in a euphemistic way: "I can't remember the past."

Brother Zhou just glanced at him, filled up the pot and put it on the stove, he didn't know whether he believed it or not, and said, "Eat."

The house is extremely shabby, there is not even a table for eating, and meals can only be eaten around the stove.

Zhao Qian glanced at the food on the stove. It was actually a pot of stewed soup, which contained brown rice, kelp, and unknown fish without thorns. Eating with a small pot of soup seems to be hard to satisfy your hunger.

Brother Zhou scooped up a bowl full of soup with a spoon, which was almost full of fish, vegetables and rice, but he didn't eat it by himself. He put the bowl in front of him naturally, and continued with a cold face. A bowl of soup is served, and there are only a few pieces of frivolous kelp in it. The rice grains are scarce, and the soup accounts for most of it.

Zhao Qian finally understood what he said before.

"Give me the bowl."

Brother Zhou glanced at him, he didn't know why Zhao Qian was dissatisfied again, isn't it always like this?But he obediently passed the bowl over.

Zhao Qian took the bowl and poured all the contents into the basin. Brother Zhou frowned looking at the empty bowl.

Then Zhao Qian divided half of the food in his own bowl into another bowl, and handed it to Brother Zhou again.

Brother Zhou looked at the bowl without moving his chopsticks or speaking, with a strange expression on his face.

Zhao Qian picked up the chopsticks: "Eat."

He took the lead in eating fish with chopsticks. Fish in the sea and river fish have different tastes. Many things rely on ingredients to make good taste. He sells barbecue, and he likes to add heavy flavors, but now he doesn’t want to After all of these, being full is a problem, not to mention the seasoning.

There should only be salt in this pot of soup, and there are no other seasonings. Fortunately, this kind of fish should be more suitable for soup, and the taste is not bad without too much seasoning.

After working in the sea for a while, he was really hungry. He quickly finished half a bowl of rice and drank some soup, which barely filled his stomach.

After dinner, Brother Zhou went to wash the dishes, but he didn't rush to do it, after all, he was really not very good at tidying up these things.

He opened the door, and the sky outside was completely dark, the wind was still blowing violently, the rain did not stop, and the sound of the waves beating against the rocks was so loud that it could be heard from far away.

It is already September, and the weather in this month is not too cold, but the strong wind is blowing, wrapped in some seawater beads, and it still makes people shiver when they walk by.

He stood for a while and then closed the door, because the oil lamp in the house was blown out by the wind, and the house was plunged into darkness, only the sparks in the stove were still on, Brother Zhou didn't complain, just touched Hei went under the stove and re-lit the oil lamp.

Brother Zhou has been familiar with this room for a long time, and he knows where and where, but Zhao Qian doesn't. He stepped on his instep and threw himself into his arms. He didn't wear shoes, so the step wasn't painful, but he could guess Zhao Qian's angry look.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Qian was not angry.

Zhao Qian could feel that his bare feet were stepping on his insteps all the time, and he could feel that his feet were not big. Brother Zhou was not tall, but he didn't expect that his feet were not too big. He was simply the smallest man he had ever seen.

"Why don't you wear shoes?"

Brother Zhou hurriedly withdrew his feet and became a little flustered. He bumped against the stove several times before he touched the bottom of the stove. He didn't answer Zhao Qian's words, and lit the torch to relight the oil lamp.

Zhao Qian was bored, fetched water to wash up, and then went to the back room with a pair of slippers drooping. The outside of the room was quite tidy, but the bedroom was a bit messy. He guessed that the original owner of the body didn't let Brother Zhou clean it.

Noticing that there was only one bed that was not too big in the room, it was similar to the bed in a modern dormitory, slightly wider, and he wondered how the two of them could sleep in the past.

But Brother Zhou came in after tidying up, took out a quilt from the old cabinet and went outside, so he knew how to arrange sleep usually.

A quilt was put on the small wooden bed, and there was a blanket and quilt on it, which looked very warm.

Brother Zhou put the oil lamp in the back room, and he was laying the floor beside the stairs with the light coming through.

The small house has three rooms in total, the back room, the main room and the stove room. There is no room upstairs, just a pile of sundries, and there are fewer usable places due to water leakage in rainy days.

The inner room is made of two layers of boards for the roof, and the rest of the rooms are made of one layer. Zhao Qian saw that Brother Zhou only had a layer of old cloth on the floor, and it was also covered with a thin quilt. It was cold at night and the floor was dry. Hard, how can I sleep, the weather is colder when it rains, if the water on the roof can't hold it, it may leak, then I may not be able to sleep that night.

No matter how bad people are, it is not such a bad law, he leaned against the door of the house: "Sleep inside."

Brother Zhou knelt on the ground to tidy up the quilt, just like cleaning the floor upstairs before, he looked at Zhao Qian in a daze, his hands stopped, but he didn't intend to go in, after a while, he lowered his head Looking at the quilt with his head: "It's very good here."

He has been sleeping here and is used to it.

Zhao Qian didn't agree with his words, he raised his eyebrows, and with a fierce look in his eyes, he went straight over and took away all his bedding rolls.

Brother Zhou stood up, Zhao Qian looked a little fierce, he was afraid that he would get angry, so he threw his quilt outside the door, but he carried the quilt into the inner room.

Zhao Qian put the quilt on the ground. It's not that he doesn't want to sleep with Brother Zhou, but two men on the bed can't sleep no matter what. He can press him on top of him by turning over, or kick him to the bed by stretching his legs. Underneath, so only one person sleeps on the bed and the other sleeps on the floor, so he probably wouldn’t go if Zhou Ge’er slept on the bed. In this case, he came to make the bed himself. He took the two thick quilts on the bed to the floor, and put one on it. One for the cover.

As for him, he just covered himself with a thin quilt, the air is easy to get in on the ground, but not on the bed, so it doesn't matter if you cover him a little less.

Brother Zhou stood behind him, not knowing what to do for a while, so he just stood there motionless.

After the bed was made, Zhao Qian took off his shoes and went to bed. After a thrilling day, he fell asleep on the real bed. He relaxed his body and felt that he had crawled out from the exhaustion of the day.

His voice was a little tired, and he didn't bother to look at the boy who was still standing like a tree: "Blow out the lamp, and go to sleep."

Brother Zhou blew out the oil lamp in response, and slowly retreated into the bed. This was the first preferential treatment he received when he entered the Zhao family, and it was also the first time in 17 years that someone made his bed. Bright lightning, can not fall asleep for a long time.

However, Brother Zhao, who had just arrived for the first time, quickly fell asleep, and the sound of steady breathing rippling gently in the room made people feel at ease, but also hard to calm down.