Zhang is different from Mo Xiaohe, Mo Xiaohe has no one to help him since he was a child, everything has to come by himself, and he has to take care of his sister, as well as Uncle Ying and Aunt Ying, and he also has to protect the people around him from being bullied, so he has a big heart now.

Zhang Ze is the treasure of the family, he can reach out for food and open his mouth without saying anything, and people he doesn't like can smoke casually without any scruples, even if the sun in the world makes him impatient, he can point to the sky and laugh...... It's a bit overwhelming.

So Zhang Ze has never seen an old shrimp with such hard bones.

He had never seen anyone dare to use his neck to push someone else's sword, nor had he seen anyone whose nose bridge was kicked and he didn't blink.

Therefore, Zhang Ze admires the old shrimp very much at the moment.

However, although Zhang Ze admired the old shrimp, he still put on his very domineering posture, his legs were spread, one foot was supporting one foot so that his body was tilted to one side, one hand was in his trouser pocket, his shoulders were tightly clamped around his neck, his head was tilted towards the upper left corner, and his fat double chin was also facing the big sun, only the eyes were aimed at the old shrimp in the lower right corner.

"What's so beautiful?" Zhang Ze was really a little underbeaten, his head was still shaking as he spoke, and his posture was very cool, handsome and crazy.

The posture was so handsome that the old shrimp looked at him in a daze...... But the old shrimp is just looking at it.

In the eyes of Lao Shrimp, no matter how handsome Zhang Ze's posture is, he will never be able to get on the stage.

The old shrimp ignored Zhang Ze, but glanced at Mo Xiaohe, and then lit the old smoking gun and smoked.

He = scanned a flock of chickens, ducks and geese he raised, scanning the crowd around him, and speaking unscrupulously, "This bird place is nothing to see." ”

"There are potholes everywhere, there are no cars and no roads, and when it gets dark, you can only idle in the bed, and when it rains, you will become mud people, which is not interesting. ”

Lao Shrimp pointed to the people around him again, "Look at these birdmen again, they can't think about anything when they're full, they don't understand anything, and they feel that they are invincible in the world, and it's useless." ”

The old shrimp's voice became louder, and he didn't care what the people around him thought of him, "They locked themselves in a bird place as a group of birdmen, and what was even more terrifying was that they didn't know what kind of bird they were." ”

"You're young. In the end, the old shrimp looked at Mo Xiaohe, "Can you be willing to mix in this kind of place for a lifetime?" and then let your sister sell couplets and embroidery to marry your daughter-in-law?"

Mo Xiaohe looked into the distance and did not speak.

The old shrimp carried the old smoking gun and left, leaving only the blood on his body seeping into the yellow earth.

The knife on his waist that he knew he couldn't beat, so it was unsheathed, was shiny.

......

......

The people of Shili Street are very simple, and their lives are simple and ordinary, and this seemingly bloody dispute does not have much impact on this small village.

After all, it's none of your business, if you don't hang high, what else can you do. How big can you influence others in your own business.

Live your life behind closed doors, become poor and foolish, don't you just want to help the world that has nothing to do with you? Therefore, that dispute just made the people of Shili Street have a little more interesting stories in their mouths.

But the person concerned, Mo Xiaohe, is a little different in his heart.

When people grow up, they always like to ponder others, and by the way, ponder themselves...... The old shrimp seems to know Mo Xiaohe's past and present life very well, which is what Mo Xiaohe is most interested in.

Besides, Mo Xiaohe himself is a little unwilling, guarding his sister who doesn't speak, taking care of the two elders and a fool, who will not feel a little uncomfortable in his heart, feel that he is different from others and feel haggard.

The most important teenager can't let his sister sell couplets to earn living expenses for himself and marry a daughter-in-law, right?

These two points actually made Mo Xiaohe happy to touch the old shrimp.

When Mo Xiaohe has something in his heart, he likes to talk to his sister and Uncle Ying, although these two people don't speak, but it's better for someone to say it than no one to talk about it.

Mo Xiaohe understood very well in his heart that except for his sister and Uncle Ying, he actually had no relatives.

Although Aunt Ying is also good enough to him, but Aunt Ying's temper, as long as she doesn't pay attention to it, she will be unhappy...... Mo Xiaohe didn't know how many times he had been scolded by her.

Zhang Ze's family, don't look at Zhang Hu and Aunt Chen, who are very happy to help him...... But after all, they are outsiders, although it is undeniable that this family is good, and they are also good people, but after all, their own family can live their own life.

Aunt Chen didn't let Zhang Ze communicate with Mo Xiaohe behind her back, saying that Mo Xiaohe's way was unclear, and he would definitely poke out a big basket in the future, Mo Xiaohe didn't know it...... In this way, no matter how righteous Zhang Ze is, Mo Xiaohe can't let him get involved in anything.

Aren't all people like that?

"Sister, I want to go out for a walk?" The night was late again, and the bored Mo Xiaohe sat on Mo Xiaoyan's table, with his hands on his cheeks, his head half tilted, and his face tight.

The statue of Mo Xiaoyan is generally tattooed with a phoenix.

Mo Xiaohe looked faintly at the low dusty beam in the dimness, and the beam did not speak;

He looked again at the flickering and flickering candlelight, which ignored him;

He tilted his ears and listened carefully to the noise in the Zhang Kee grocery store next door, and no one talked about him.

Walking out the back door, he sat down on the enduring bluestone slab, and watched the moonlight fall on the yellow earth, the breeze invaded everywhere, and the trees swayed, but it had nothing to do with him.

There was really nothing alive in this huge house, except for his statue-like sister, who didn't speak.

"Sister, you said, I will marry a daughter-in-law in the future, who will take care of you?"

Mo Xiaoyan didn't move.

"Sister, what do you say, what will our father and mother be like? Why don't you want us, how did you bring me to this place?"

Mo Xiaohe gently pulled the sleeves on Mo Xiaoyan's yellow skirt, and his brows were furrowed on his slightly green face.

When Mo Xiaohe is like this, it means that his heart is already very anxious, and he is already very uneasy.

Mo Xiaoyan finally stopped the unfinished embroidered phoenix in his hand, raised his head gently, and looked at Mo Xiaohe without disgust, joy or anger.

Mo Xiaohe didn't know if her sister was angry or something.

But he knew that his sister would never ignore him.

He stood up and walked out of the room lightly, trying to keep the room as quiet as it had been.

Because it is a very empty thing to stay alone in the silence that has been broken.

After packing everything up and placing the unsold embroidery and couplets, Mo Xiaohe returned to his bedroom.

There is no sound in all directions, only people are leaning alone;

Take a sip of hot tea and steam hot and cold air;

Mo Xiaohe rarely lit a cigarette and filled the silent bedroom

This ups and downs of the world, the ever-changing personnel, and the incomprehensible hue seem to be deducing at any time.

It didn't matter, Mo Xiaohe didn't feel sad, and loneliness didn't arise, so the thought sank in his heart

turned off the light, Mo Xiaohe lay down, tossing and turning.

This uninteresting life has to go on, but who can afford it.

Mo Xiaohe is like his sister and Uncle Ying, but after all, he is not a fool Mo Xiaoyan, nor is he a strange Uncle Ying, he is just a fourteen-year-old half-grown child with no father or mother, and no one to take care of.

This huge house is really lonely, and as Mo Xiaohe lay down, there was no sound.

"Da-da, da-da, da-da. ”

But there was a very light and rhythmic footstep sound in the house,

The footsteps began to spread, spreading towards Mo Xiaohe's bedroom, and finally stopped at Mo Xiaohe's bedside.

A hand was placed on Mo Xiaohe's flat head and began to rub gently.

This hand is thin, cool, and gentle.

This is Mo Xiaoyan's hand.

Mo Xiaohe had never been rubbed like this by a hand.

"Xiaohezi. ” -

"If you want to get out, go ahead. ”

After finishing speaking, Mo Xiaoyan got up and left.

A few tears accidentally leaked out of Mo Xiaohe's eyes.