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Chapter2 looks picturesque, and the color turns bright

The setting sun is in the sky, the figure is on the ground, he is white shirt and black trousers, standing there straight, towering like a lonely pine, Xuan Xuan like a sunrise, his eyebrows are picturesque, his color is bright, almost like a person in the world.

It was midday and the sun was scorching hot, but the corner next to the house and the courtyard wall was pleasantly cool and the flowers were fragrant. No wonder he could sit here all morning without humming.

I stood in front of him with my hips on my hips and asked without expression, "Have you seen enough? Are you satisfied with the drama we sang?"

He didn't say a word.

I asked angrily, "Have you been hiding here and peeking?"

He said calmly: "It's not a peek, but because the owner didn't allow it, it's inconvenient to walk around at will." It was very difficult to hear him speak this morning. Now, although it is a bit strange, it is not difficult.

I scoffed: "Didn't I allow you to leave? Why didn't you leave?"

"There is no suitable opportunity."

I was choked by him, and it seemed that there was no suitable opportunity to leave all morning. I asked unwillingly: "Do you use it... throw me a bunch of flowers?"

"Didn't you throw me with flowers too?"

Ah! Enough eloquence! I stared at him angrily, and he looked at me calmly, with a little indifference in his calm eyes, just like the vast ocean indifferently indulging the rivers tossing in front of his eyes.

I was getting more and more annoyed, and was about to have a seizure.

Suddenly, a gust of wind passed, and the falling flowers rustled down like a rush of snow. I couldn't help waving my hand, tilting my head to the left and turning my head to the right, but he sat still, watching intently at the falling flowers and stamens, floating over his brows and landing in front of his lapel.

In the shadow of the swaying flowers, the sunlight is light and warm, but his eyes are very quiet and indifferent, like a god who has no joy and no sorrow, overlooking all living beings, but in those far-reaching and focused eyes, there are clearly past and melancholy past dreams.

I stopped moving unconsciously and stared blankly at him—

It was as if all of a sudden, everything became silent, the falling flowers flying all over the sky slowed down, and he was the only one left in the whole world sitting lazily, watching the falling flowers fluttering like snow.

But for a moment, he noticed that I was looking at him, his eyes narrowed, and he stared at me.

As soon as I met his gaze, I came back to my senses and hurriedly looked away. I felt inexplicably guilty and my face was hot. I didn't know where the original anger had gone.

Stop, stop, stop! Why do you feel angry at others when you are sad about your own family?

"You can leave now, the time is absolutely right!"

He stood up without a word, walked around me, and walked out.

I bent over to clear the cutlery he had eaten, only to see the porridge bowl and dishes barely moving. I was stunned for a moment, turned around, and saw that he was walking out step by step, dressed in such a funny way, with bare feet, but maybe because of his tall and straight body, there was no trace of contempt in life.

"Hey—stop!"

He stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at me, without doubts or expectations, his face was expressionless and unhappy.

I asked, "Didn't the food fit? Did I make it bad?"

He even nodded without seeing anything.

I'm, just... I'm going to be pissed off by him! He is like this... he is such a ghost, he dares to dislike the food I cook and starve him to death!

I waved my hand in disgust and said, "Let's go, let's go!"

He turned around, still walking step by step, not slow, but definitely not fast, I couldn't help staring at his feet, thinking of the pitted stone road outside...

"Hey—stop!"

He turned around and looked at me, still expressionless and unhappy.

I walked into the courtyard, picked up the pair of sun-dried slippers, and put them in front of his feet, "Old slippers, if you don't like them, wear them!"

He stared at the slippers for a moment, and unexpectedly took the initiative to ask: "I want to wash my feet, can I?"

"But... OK, come with me!"

I walked to the corner of the kitchen and handed him the plastic hose. After turning on the faucet, I was embarrassed to stare at him washing his feet, and turned to look away.

After a while, I heard him say, "Okay."

I took the water pipe and turned off the faucet. Out of the corner of my eyes, I caught a glimpse of his clean feet, which were pale without blood, and the red scars were particularly dazzling.

He put on his slippers, took two steps, and looked fit.

"thanks."

"No thanks, it's just a pair of unwanted old slippers."

He didn't say any more and walked out.

I stared at his back, and suddenly called out, "Hey—stop!"

He turned around and looked at me, even with that expressionless, unhappy look.

I hesitated for a while, and before I regretted it, I asked confusedly: "Where did you come from? Why did you become like this? What are your plans now? Do you want to contact your relatives and friends, and ask for help? I have a phone, you can borrow it Use it for you! If you need money, I... I can lend you a little!"

He was silent and did not speak, but I was even more nervous than him, and said hurriedly, "If you don't help the poor, I won't borrow too much money from you, at most it will cover your travel expenses."

"It's just me," he said lightly.

His words were brief, but I completely understood him. He was the only one left. When encountering difficulties, no relatives could contact him for help; when he was wronged, there was no safe haven to return to. My eyes are a little tight and I feel like crying. I took a deep breath, smiled and said, "You have hands and feet, and you are so big, you never plan to be a beggar, do you? You always have to find a job to support yourself!"

He thought about it and said, "Yes, you should find a job."

I asked carefully: "Your education level, university, technical secondary school, vocational high school, or have you learned any crafts?"

"No."

"No? Nothing at all? You have to learn something when you grow up! Even if you don't get good grades in school and don't get into school, you should learn a craft..."

His expressionless, unhappy silence, but it was like silent contempt: I already said it, what are you talking about?

I was mad, "What have you been living on all these years? Is it hard to get old?"

He frowned a little displeasedly, "I eat on my own."

All right! As long as it's not too lazy to do it, or committing a crime, manual labor is also a legitimate occupation. I hesitated and struggled, but didn't speak again, and he wasn't in a hurry at all. He just stood quietly under the big sun, fighting with my reason and impulse.

I frowned for a while, gritted my teeth for a while, and thought about it for about ten minutes before I tentatively asked, "Are you willing to stay with me to work? You can manage your food and stay, and your salary... It depends on your performance." I felt that I was a living Lei Feng, but in the end I found out that I must be Huáng Shiren in essence.

He was silent, I was nervous, but I didn't know why I was nervous. The job opportunities on this island are limited, and he's down here now, shouldn't he hug my thigh with a flattering smile?

Finally, he nodded, "Okay!"

I breathed a sigh of relief and said happily: "It's settled, as long as you work hard to live, I will not treat you badly. My name is Shenluo, and the snail is not the luo of Siluo, but the snail of Conch, what is your name? ?"

He was silent for a moment before saying, "Wu Julan."

After a brief self-introduction, Wu Julan and I got to know each other, but what should we do next? It seems that I want to sign a labor contract, but I don't even offer wages to people, and I even plan to drive him away at any time. This labor contract... Anyway, I will never propose it first. If he wants to scold the businessman, he will business!

The two faced each other in silence, and very rarely, he took the initiative to ask, "What should I do?"

"What?" I was immersed in my little ninety-nine and didn't react.

He said, "You asked me to work for you, what do I need to do?"

"Oh! That's not in a hurry, I'll settle you down today." I looked at him and decided that the first thing was to buy some clothes for him.

"I'm going out now, you and I..." Before I could finish speaking, I suddenly closed my mouth.

In theory, he's still a stranger, and I shouldn't have left him at home, but he's like this, and if I take him out on the street, I'm sure it won't take half a day to spread all over the island, saying Maybe someone with good things will call Dad at night, I'm crazy to do that!

I thought about it for a while, gritted my teeth, and said decisively, "You stay at home!"

I pointed to the place where he sat before, "You can take out the rattan chair and sit anywhere."

I went upstairs, while changing clothes, I was still struggling with my decision to leave a stranger at home who just knew the name, is it really appropriate? Won't wait for me to come back, the whole house will be vacated, right?

In the tangle, I rummaged through the boxes and put the cash, bank cards, ID cards, household registration books, and even a platinum diamond necklace I never wore into my handbag. In this way, what's left in the house is either old clothes or old furniture. Even if he wanted to evacuate, it wouldn't be too easy!

When I closed the bedroom door, I thought about it, went to the bathroom to get my comb, and carefully took out a piece of hair that was caught in the comb fèng, and put it in the door fèng. He painted the gourd in the same way, and clipped his hair into the doors of the three bedrooms upstairs and the study downstairs.

That way, as soon as he opened the door, the hair would fall silently. I learned the tricks of such a TV series when I was ten years old. In order to verify whether my stepmother peeked at my diary, I deliberately clipped my hair in the diary. The final fact proved that she did read it. I had a big argument with her. She was also accused of "being very scheming at a young age".

Carrying the extra heavy handbag, I walked out of the house and saw Wu Julan moved the rattan chair under the eaves of the main house, leaning on the rattan chair, watching the bougainvillea blooming vigorously on the courtyard wall. My heart moved slightly, the delicate pink flowers and the ancient vicissitudes of the blue-black stone wall contrasted sharply, forming a very unique beauty, and I often stared at it.

I said, "There is water and food in the kitchen, go get it yourself. Although you despise my cooking skills, there is no need to starve yourself to death."

He nodded slightly, indicating that he heard it.

"ThenI'm leaving! I'll be back soon!" The moment he closed the courtyard door, my eyes met with him, I was tender and tangled, but he was calm and deep, even with a little smile, It gave me an instant feeling that he saw through my worries, and was even amused by my petty arrogance!

I stood in a daze in front of the closed courtyard door, impossible! It must be an illusion, and it must be because of the angle of the light!

In recent years, tourism on the island has developed rapidly, and the clothing stores on Lantern Street are all popular with tourists. They mainly sell floral tops and shorts, which are not suitable for daily wear. I don't dare to go to the several clothing stores I often go to. The store owners know me. I'm afraid they will ask me who I buy it for, so I can only go to unfamiliar stores.

After shopping several times, I finally bought clothes that Wu Julan could wear. I bought him two white T-shirts with round necks and short sleeves, two long-sleeved plaid shirts, two shorts, two long pants, and one pair of flip-flops. Finally, blushing and gritted my teeth, I bought him two packs of three briefs, six in total.

What a crime! I have never bought underwear for my grandfather. For the first time in my life, I chose men's underwear, not for my boyfriend, but for a stranger!