Ye Qingshui was so surprised that all the books in his hand fell to the ground, and he didn't care about picking it up. At that moment, his eyes were firmly locked on her, as if he could see through her through her thick disguise.
Ye Qingshui didn't think he could hide the speculation in front of Xie Tingyu.
After all, two people live together under the same roof, and everything is clear. As long as Xie Tingyu is not blind, he will find out sooner or later.
He discovered it when he found it, but... making money is not "glorious" after all.
In this era, speculation is doing bad things. It is impossible to ask people in this era to understand that speculation is impossible. If A-niang and grandma know that she has made money for speculation, they will be scared to death. I just don't know, what does Xie Tingyu think?
She took off her heavy straw hat.
"You... why are you here?"
Xie Tingyu's lips pressed into a line, without speaking.
The sales clerk in the bookstore was a young girl, and said enthusiastically: "This book needs to be approved, and the best seller is it!" The
so-called approval note in the salesperson's mouth is the book ticket. Ye Qingshui did not expect to buy a book. She needed a ticket, but she didn't find a ticket to buy the book for a long time, so she had to reluctantly cut her love and put the book back in a desperate manner.
At this time, Xie Tingyu spoke, "I have it here."
He took out the leather wallet, found a book ticket from it, picked up the math book and threw it into Ye Qingshui's basket. Leather wallets look very textured when you rub them.
"I have something to tell you."
Ye Qingshui was dragged out of the bookstore by him.
Ye Qingshui followed Xie Tingyu, looking at his tall back, and couldn't help but ask him: "Why are you here?"
Xie Tingyu pushed her into the alley and looked at her condescendingly, "No one will be seen in the middle of the night." , I thought I fell into the river again, so I came out to look for it."
His gaze fell on Ye Qingshui's basket, and if he realized it, it seemed that his whereabouts in the past few days had been explained.
"It's speculative...do you know how dangerous this is, do you dare to touch it?"
Xie Tingyu looked at the strands of sweat soaked on her forehead. The girl's slender back was wet with sweat, her clothes were dirty, and her face was dirty. The only exposed eyelid contained a faint blue shadow, and the whole person's eyebrows showed exhaustion after work.
Ye Qingshui felt bad when he heard his tone.
Xie Tingyu saw Ye Qingshui frowning and didn't realize the danger at all. He only felt a sudden pain in his temples.
After all, Xie Tingyu is an upright young man who received a good education and grew up.
What's more, he now lives and eats at Ye's house. In order to maintain this good meal, the little girl is forced to make money. How much does it have him to do? Thinking about it this way, Xie Tingyu, who has always been a nosy person, couldn't just sit back and watch.
He saw Ye Qingshui lower his head, and said faintly:
"Isn't it enough money? If you don't have money, I can give it to you. After all, I live in your house now, but you have to promise me that you can't do this kind of thing. Give me the basket and
cloth-- " Xie Tingyu said as he took out a big unity. Ye Qingshui squeezed the money in doubt, feeling inexplicably ridiculous. She pushed him away and said fiercely:
"What position do you use to control me and give me the money?"
Hearing this, it was like saving a girl who missed his feet... If the silly Qingshui of the previous life heard Xie Tingyu caring about her like this, I would have liked it. Moved to tears. Now Ye Qingshui heard Xie Tingyu's condescending and pitiful tone of her, only feeling angry and funny.
"Actually, you are just afraid that I will drag you down, and you don't care about me so much, do you?"
Ye Qingshui pushed him away, picked up his basket, and rode on the bicycle.
Xie Tingyu looked at the slapped hand in surprise, and chased him in three steps and two steps. The other person had long legs, and he held Ye Qingshui's front in a few strokes.
"Why do you suddenly get angry? It's really a little girl's temper."
Xie Tingyu rubbed his sudden temple with some helplessness.
"Don't talk to me in this tone, I hate it!"
"Kill you offspring of the stinky old nine reactionaries..."
a group of children screamed as they ran: "Hurry up and hand over the buns, how can you steal this kind of snack? Yes, you are so poor and so shabby, you definitely can't afford it!" The
bicycle was hit by a group of children, and Ye Qingshui almost fell from the car upside down. Fortunately, Xie Tingyu held her shoulders in time.
He stabilized her and spoke again.
"Wait..." Ye Qingshui had no time to quarrel with Xie Tingyu.
She saw Zhou Ke, who helped her sell steamed buns in the early morning, was severely bullied. The child arched his body and carefully guarded the steamed bun in his arms, his nose and tears streaming down his face. He wailed his tears, "I didn't, I didn't!"
Ye Qingshui hurried up, tore off the child riding on Zhou Ke, and sternly said: "What are you doing?" The
mischief went away.
Ye Qingshui lifted him up and couldn't help but comfort: "It's okay, don't cry or cry, I still have it here."
But Zhou Ke trembled, he picked up the dusty bun on the ground, bit by bit and swallowed it in. . The sand rattled with teeth.
Ye Qingshui looked very worried, she still remembered his surprise eyes when he got two hot soup dumplings.
Seeing that his head was bleeding from the beating, Ye Qingshui cried all the way, not worrying about following. Seeing this, Xie Tingyu also pushed the car to follow.
Ye Qingshui came to a dilapidated and old tube building. The dirty and bleeding Zhou Ke pushed aside the dilapidated house, and the dilapidated and humid air stream rushed towards him. A gray and withered scene came into view, and Ye Qingshui was silent for a moment.
Zhou Ke took out another dirty bun from his arms and put it on the bed, tears streaming down his eyes.
"Grandpa, you have your favorite buns, eat them quickly."
The old man who had been lingering in bed for a long time woke up quietly. He was very ill, but his dim old eyes showed a sharp light. He first saw the gurgling blood on his grandson's head, and then saw the two uninvited guests in the house.
Ye Qingshui noticed the yin and yang head left on the old man's head.
The bun that Zhou Ke was guarding carefully was too dirty to be seen. He tried to wipe the dust on the surface of the bun and blew it. Ye Qingshui couldn't see it. He reached into the basket and took out the buns she was not willing to sell and handed them to Zhou Ke. It was warm and there was still a trace of heat.
"Hey, wait, go wash your hands first."
Zhou Ke washed his hands, gratefully took the clean buns, and gave them to grandpa to eat. He tore a piece of skin and caught the rich juice from the buns off his palm. He licked his elbow all the way, smiled with the blood on his head and said,
"It's delicious! Grandpa, you can die after eating it. You haven't eaten anything delicious." The
old man turned over. A bun that was forcibly gagged by his grandson. The familiar taste is lingering on the tip of the tongue, and the most incredible sweetness is in the mouth. The old man who is dying of illness can only feel the sweetness he wants to feel.
Zhou Ke said again: "It's delicious, Lord, keep your breath, you believe me, I can earn you buns every day."
He said, the water vapor in his eyes came out again, "You can't keep your breath." It's okay. When you get to the underground, remember to say hello to your parents and say I miss them very much." The
old man rolled his eyes weakly.
"Can eat steamed buns and roll his eyes vigorously. There is no one more coaxing than the master." Zhou Ke said with a teary smile.
Ye Qingshui's original anger disappeared. She looked at the child and the old man looking at each other, inexplicably sad, but she was dumbfounded by Zhou Ke's words.
The old man probably feels ashamed that he can't afford to be sick in the eyes of outsiders. He struggled hard to sit up, but ended in failure. He cocked his mouth and said, "Keer, you...you take the buns and take them down.
The bun stuck in the old man's mouth was taken off, and the old man snorted arrogantly, "No...I've taught you, don't you...can you just take other people's things? Go, go and return the Lord's things. People."
Zhou Ke wiped away the tears and nodded, disappearing for a long time before running back.
He stuffed a heavy object wrapped in hay into Ye Qingshui's arms. Ye Qingshui opened it and saw that it was a thumb-sized bead, radiant and shining. She was shocked, and quickly took it and stuffed it into her arms.
The old man said lightly: "Ke'er sees off the guests."
He turned his head, glanced at the book in Ye Qingshui's basket, and continued faintly, "You don't need to read this book,"
these two faint voices, Ye Qing Shui could actually tell the difference, for example, the faintness of the second half of the sentence was mixed with a scent of contempt.
Ye Qingshui was obedient and listened well, and could easily feel the pride of the old man.
She and Xie Tingyu were finally driven out by the old man before eating a steamed bun. She held the beads in her arms, frowned and said to Zhou Ke, "I can't ask for such a valuable thing. "
Such a valuable thing, Ye Qingshui recognized it at a glance. For a bun for a bead, Ye Qingshui still can't take advantage of this realm.
Zhou Ke only shed tears when he heard it. He wiped his red nose and said, "It's not expensive, it's not expensive at all. It can't be exchanged for a jin of rice. Sister, you are kind-hearted. You gave me two steamed buns. You. I'll send my father away, he is tired of living and doesn't want to live..."
Ye Qingshui couldn't help but laughed. She looked at Zhuzi and thought for a while, and said,
"Your father is very smart. People. Go and tell him, um, just say..."
"It's a shame to die in the darkness before dawn."
Ye Qingshui thought for a while. She actually had something to say. For example, the Gang of Four was crushed this year, the reform and opening up will be completely ushered in next year, and the black five elements will be rehabilitated the following year. . At that time, there will be hope everywhere, but you need to wait, hold on for a while, hold on for a while. God will not disappoint those who are waiting hard for the dawn.
But Ye Qingshui swallowed the people's understanding, she thought for a while, took out the two yuan that she had earned hard this morning, and handed it to Zhou Ke.
"Take it to treat your father, and apply some medicine to your head."
"Oh..." Ye Qingshui couldn't see such a thing.
The author has something to say: the
old man contemptuously: these two young men hate them. Before I die, he feeds me buns.
Am I like a person who succumbed to a bun?
Shuiya: Still, delicious?
Old man: emmmmm...not sweet enough.