It was a motorcycle that Xiaolong bought for more than 10,000 yuan.

Wang Shiyi sat in the back, feeling that he was sitting in the pile of money, and when he saw Wang Xiaolong taking out the money just now, Wang Shiyi's heart was cutting like a knife.

Fortunately, the power of the motorcycle was surging, and it galloped proudly through the streets of Shiyan Town, like a horse galloping on the vast grassland.

The spring breeze is mighty, and the boy wants to sing!

That day, when they arrived at the clothing city in the center of the town on their motorcycles, Wang Shiyi was stunned by the colorful costumes inside.

In his life working in the workshop of Tyco Company, he saw factory uniforms of a single color every day, and he would never have imagined that there would be so many patterns of fabrics here.

Everything in front of him was completely beyond his barren imagination.

Those clothes, one by one, were bought with money, worn on people, decorated the streets and alleys, and bloomed everywhere like flowers.

When Wang Shiyi was dazzled, the fighter phone's mobile phone rang, and when he saw that it was the phone of his hometown, he pressed the button, and heard a clear rooster crow, and then the kind voice of his mother Wang Xiuhe came: "Son, you have paid your salary, don't forget to dig the well, don't forget to invite your classmate Jiang Hua to have a meal." ”

She had been thinking about it, and today was the weekend, and she knew her son was free.

"Okay, Mom, don't worry! I'm picking out clothes for you in the clothing city, there are so many clothes here, and the styles are also very trendy. "Wang Shiyi has just been riding a motorcycle for a long time, and he is in a good mood.

"Son, you buy clothes for your mother, don't buy too expensive, my mother is used to wearing ordinary clothes in this life, gray and black clothes, washable, too expensive clothes, my mother is reluctant to wear them, so she can only lock them in the cabinet and waste them. Mother said on the phone.

Wang Xiuhe is right, she is in her forties, unlike the people in the city, her face is well maintained, her face has been destroyed countless times by the cold north wind on Chungcheng Mountain, and she has been madly scorched by the hot summer sun over the rice fields.

"Hmm!" Wang Shiyi agreed.

On that day, the clothes in front of him were like colorful clouds in the sky, which made people dizzy, and he passed through the clouds of several layers of clothes, and finally chose a dress for his mother that he was very satisfied with, and it was a gray tweed coat.

Wearing this dress, he could imagine that his mother was the most simple scarecrow in the rice field.

Therefore, when it came time to pay, there was a great joy in his heart.

"How is this dress?" Wang Shiyi shook the clothes in front of Wang Xiaolong.

"Yes, if I find my mother, I'll buy her a set too!" Wang Xiaolong said as he touched the dress with his hand.

After buying clothes, Wang Shiyi got on Xiaolong's new car, went to the nearby post office, packed the clothes and mailed them back.

"That's it!" he shouted as he walked out of the post office, tilting his head to the sun running freely in the sky, imitating the bird's flight as he shouted.

How nice it would be if people could fly!

After calming down, he thought of the cunning brother, and his mother called him early in the morning to remind him to drink water and not forget to dig the well, yes, he should be invited out for a meal, the first salary, and he must come up with a little to thank him.

"Brother Cunning, are you at home?" Wang Shiyi dialed Jiang Hua's mobile phone.

"Wang Shiyi, I drove to Dameisha to play today. Brother Cunning said lightly.

"I'll go to your house for a drink. Wang Shiyi said with a smile.

"I'm going to be late today, so come over tomorrow morning!" said the cunning brother on the phone.

Sunday is Sunday!

The next morning, Wang Shiyi walked out of the factory gate with the sun on his head, and walked to the farmer's house rented by the cunning brother, and the lively farmer's market was near his rental house.

When Wang Shiyi passed by the rental house, he heard a woman on the balcony upstairs, singing a mountain song with a beautiful voice:

The fiery red kapok is lined up in rows,

The little brother who sang the mountain song was waiting;

Sister's red hydrangea swings in the wind,

The hot mountain song will leave you behind.

He looked up and saw that it was Mo Mo, the girlfriend of the cunning brother, so he lowered his head, pretended not to see anything, and walked over from downstairs timidly.

When he arrived at the farmers' market, Wang Shiyi looked up and saw that it was bustling with people shuttling around, and the noisy language seemed to tear down the old roof of the market.

In the market, chicken, duck and fish are abundant.

The grass carp that moved weakly in the tap water pool, only five yuan a catty, several fish were tired of swimming, their stomachs were abnormally swollen, and they turned over to reveal their whiteness, and the fishmongers from time to time caught those dying fish with their hands, brandished bloody knives, and slaughtered them.

Chickens kept in captivity sell for only eight yuan a catty, hanging their wings, drooping their heads, lifeless, with the occasional chirp, and soon drowned out in the noise of people.

In stark contrast to these lifeless animals for sale, the energetic businessmen, the aunts selling vegetables and fruits, are energetically pulling their throats and shouting at the crowd of people coming and going, while the male butchers with thick arms, holding butcher knives high, are struggling to chop the bones of Zhu Bajie's cousin, and the bone marrow is splashed everywhere.

It was a black earth, and the damp air was filled with the stinking smell of dead animals**, and the smell of bad breath coming from between the teeth when people spoke.

Wang Shiyi frowned and walked in, if it wasn't for thanking his classmate Cunning Brother that day, he wouldn't have entered this farmer's market at all.

I won't go if I kill it.

To be honest, in his hometown of Chungcheng, which is not economically developed, grass carp has been sold for nine yuan a catty, all of them are lively and energetic, and the fish in the Half Moon Reservoir are jumping up, more flexible than Wuqiao acrobats.

And those chickens that are free-range in the mountains and forests, like birds, walk freely in the mountains and jungles, the price is as high as 30 yuan, a knife down, will never kill, and you can sing and dance on the ground.

With no choice, he had to buy cheap chickens and fish, and Ying Ying single-handedly referred to his classmate's home.

"Wang Shiyi, what's the matter with you?" The cunning brother opened the door and saw him carrying something in his hand, looking unhappy.

Mo Mo was singing a mountain song on the balcony, and when he saw Wang Shiyi coming over with something, he said with a smile: "You are so polite!"

He went for the first time

At that time, her hands were empty and she didn't take anything, and the woman's face was very unsightly.

"Where, where!" Wang Shiyi smiled embarrassedly, and as he spoke, he handed the things in his hand to Mo Mo.

Five yuan a pound of fish, eight yuan a pound of chicken, he really can't get it!

"Wang Shiyi, you just joined the work, you don't have a lot of money in your hand, what kind of etiquette do you talk about? I want you to come over for a light meal, but you have made such a grand scene, I can't return the things you bought, then we will have two drinks at noon. Cunning said.

At noon that day, Brother Cunning personally cooked, the ingredients were very sufficient, and the dishes made were colorful and fragrant.

When Mo Mo served the food, he shouted affectionately: "Husband, you are so good!"

"Come on, baby, kiss one!"

"Woo, woo!"

The two of them were mouth-to-mouth and gnawed together.

Wang Shiyi hurriedly took out a cigarette from his pocket and pretended to smoke without seeing it.

When he sat down to drink, I don't know why, Wang Shiyi's innocent expression always flashed in his mind, and he didn't know why, he kept pestering the cunning brother to drink desperately.

"Wang Shiyi, do you still want to drink?" After the cunning brother drank for a while, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked already drunk.

"Drink, I'm not done yet!" said Wang Shiyi, in fact, he felt almost drunk.

"Here, cheers!" The cunning brother raised his glass and took a sip, and spat it out with a "wow" after drinking.

Wang Shiyi felt that the wine was very fragrant, and he drank two glasses in succession, and when the third glass of wine was raised to his mouth, the smell of the wine made him nauseous, and he couldn't control it for a while, and he vomited on the ground, and his head suddenly became very heavy, and the sky swirled on it, and seven or eight Aishu were spinning in the sky above him.

At dusk, Wang Shiyi was woken up by Mo Mo's mountain song, and found that he was lying on the sofa, and the snoring of the cunning brother came out of the bedroom like a tsunami.

He didn't make a sound, for fear of alarming Mo Mo, the sun shining on her carefree singing on the balcony, her body seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, and her thin and tall back looked graceful and intoxicating.

Wang Shiyi suddenly remembered He Xueyi inexplicably, a year and a half ago, if he hadn't run away, if the relationship had gone well, He Xueyi would have become his beautiful bride today.

Alas, fate is always so tricky, at the critical moment, unemployed!

Seeing the beautiful Mo Mo, his heart will think of He Xueyi, which makes him uncomfortable, the cunning brother sleeps sweetly, and it is not easy to disturb, so he timidly stood up, walked to the door, opened the door, and walked out.

Coming out of the rental house, in the sunset, everything was so peaceful.

The children of migrant workers, stepping on the golden sunlight, chased and frolicked in the reinforced concrete forest.

When he was a child, Wang Shiyi was in the green forest, chasing and fighting with his friends.

That day, he was full of emotion, thinking that during the May Day holiday, he must go to see He Xueyi, whether she is married or not, he must go to see her.

If she hadn't married, Wang Shiyi thought to herself, she couldn't miss it again this time.

If she is already married, she will die of that heart.

That night, lying in bed, he read the circuit book for a while and fell into a deep sleep.