"Xiaokang, I know that you people in the city are exquisite, can you eat it?" Wang Ming scratched his brain, blushed shyly, and smiled innocently.

The woman at the door kept holding the child in her arms tightly, her eyes flickered, she looked down at the child from time to time, and looked at Kang Yi vigilantly.

"Thank you Uncle Wang for your hospitality, I don't pay so much attention to it. Kang Yi's face was calm, a trace of arc floated on the corner of his mouth, and he smiled quietly and indifferently.

Yu Guang glanced at the woman at the door, her short and fat body was like the figure of Maitreya Buddha, but the sallow and scorched face made people look a little chilled.

"That's good, that's good......! Sit down and eat casually, the rural people can't compare to you city people. Wang Ming once again invited the rural people's trademark smirk.

"Yes. Kang Yi replied embarrassedly.

"Bang", the wooden stool and the ground made a dull sound, making the lonely kitchen a little warmer, just like a cry for help from the empty valley, although worried and scared, but the heart could not help but be relieved.

Kang Yi picked up the bowl and raised the chopsticks, looking at the unknown black vegetables and unable to get off the chopsticks, and the bowl of scrambled eggs with tomatoes could only see the tomatoes, and the eggs could not be seen, and the chopsticks hanging in the air kept holding like this.

There is also a small iron pot, which is mixed with some vegetable leaves and bones, clear and beautiful, but the cabbage leaves that fell on the side of the pot have not been cleaned up in time, and now they are shriveled and yellowed floating on the side of the pot.

Sloppy, even eating the things in the stomach is so casual, just like the layout and organization of this home, dirty, messy, and poor.

Swallowing a mouthful of spit, he quickly snapped a few mouthfuls of rice, and looked at the two staring masters with a kind face.

The countryside is indeed not as good as the city, not to mention that the reference object is the successor of the capital Kang's group.

The lump of rice rolled down his throat, and the stomach acid began to stir unbearably, and his strong self-control made him overcome his nausea, and swallowed a mouthful of rice hard.

"Xiaokang, you eat first, I'll put the child on the bed. The woman looked at the child gently and whispered goodbye with a happy face.

The woman's eyes are on the child at any time, and when she glances at Kang Yi, she is vigilant and afraid, and she unconsciously hugs the child in her arms, for fear of being remembered for the baby in her arms.

That kind of dodging and suspicion, holding the child's big hand tightly, all the attention is on the child, but the afterglow glances at Kang Yi from time to time.

Every micro-expression is a hint of mental activity.

Think in your heart, do something.

Although he was sitting and eating, Kang Yi, who was vigilant and habitual, was paying attention to the couple's movements at any time, and when he heard the woman's gentle voice, he turned around gracefully and gentlemanly, nodding with a gentle smile on his face to signal that the woman could leave.

Those deep wolf-like alert eyes can discern different hidden emotions from subtle expressions, just turn around, and inadvertently collide with each other, you can feel the unspeakable secrets on the woman's body.

The calm and atmospheric attitude of doing things makes him inconspicuous, and all the changes in his heart are hidden deep in his heart, and even his duplicity makes people not notice anything unusual.

A smile that is faint enough to be just right, there is no perfunctory, and there is no sense of force, and every point shown is just right.

A little more smile is too much, a little less is too fake, it's always just right, which makes people comfortable and trusting.

Seeing the woman staggering out of the kitchen, the man on the threshold picked up the hookah, skillfully lit the tobacco, put his mouth to the mouth of the cigarette pipe, and inhaled violently, perhaps nervous, or too familiar and careless.

A puff of yellow cigarette water came out of the cigarette holder, fell gorgeously to the ground, and was resigned to Wang Ming's contempt.

Kang Yi often goes to the countryside to go to the police, of course he has seen this simple bamboo hookah, looking at Wang Ming with a dull face and his head down, half of his face buried in the chimney, and he smoked deeply.

Quickly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it to Wang Ming.

"Then, Uncle Wang. Kang Yi's casual tone saw a relaxed face.

A package of golden boxes of objects was thrown in front of Wang Ming in a graceful arc.

"What?" asked in surprise as he reached for it.

"Yellow Crane Tower 1916, it should be a good cigarette, right? This packaging is so beautiful. Wang Ming flipped the cigarette case, and the hands that were as rough as old bark kept turning the pack of cigarettes.

For the closed rural people, it is a great luxury to be able to smoke a puff of dry tobacco of 30 yuan a pound, and for this beautifully packaged cigarette, it is the Yellow Crane Tower that is not the Yellow Crane Tower.

The name Yellow Crane Tower, in Wang Ming's eyes, may be the name of a mountain, a courtyard, or a literati who left a genuine trace and was used by businessmen to hype.

Although it is not unfamiliar, at least in the literal sense, as well as the packaging, Wang Ming, who is lonely and unheard, guesses in his heart that this is a pack of expensive cigarettes.

Although Wang Ming has Wang Shiwu, a relative who is a policeman, he can still meet if there is something, but this distant relative, when he meets, he will talk about these things that are divided into levels.

Men always have a good face, they always want to hide their shortcomings, the deeper they hide, the better, and what is exposed to the outside is something that can see the light and have a face.

I haven't seen each other for many years, and no matter how much I talk about it, I will only talk about it, or even I don't want to communicate.

Wang Ming's only way to obtain the outside world was to completely collapse in the face realm project.

"How many packs?" Wang Ming asked curiously, looking at Kang Yi with a simple and simple smile in the countryside.

"It's not expensive, let's smoke it, but the taste is a little light, and it doesn't have the strength to smoke dry tobacco. Kang Yi smiled lightly, turned around and continued to eat.

Raising his head and looking at the four-walled house, if he was told that this cigarette was 200 yuan a pack, and a cigarette was 10 yuan, then he would not be willing to smoke.

The word money cannot be picked out.

Saying it is easy will make the poor feel sarcastic, and saying it heavy will hurt the fragile self-esteem of the poor.

Turning to look at the simple and crude meal on the table, Kang Yi snapped a few bites in embarrassment, muttering in his heart that he wouldn't have diarrhea if he didn't eat it, right?

But in order to live up to the enthusiasm of his fellow countrymen, he endured to eat a bowl of rice, and he comforted himself mentally about the dishes on the table: It's better to leave it to the fellow to eat tomorrow, he is young, and if he doesn't eat a meal, it's nothing. And his wife still has to make up for her body.

In the end, he didn't move a single chopstick.

Put down the dishes and chopsticks, squatted next to Wang Ming, also took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, tilted his head, lit the fire, took a sharp breath, and asked comfortably: "Uncle Wang, how does it taste?"

"A thousand cups of grace, ten years of dance, this is going to travel all over the world. Wang Ming's chapped lips were sticking to the cigarette butts, his yellowed teeth were biting the cigarette, squinting, and the big hands that were so dry and older than the old locust tree at the head of the village held the small note, word by word, and read the small words on it seriously.

Although he knows every word, the artistic conception conveyed between the lines, the meaning he wants to express, let him understand it thoroughly, or read the deep meaning of the advertising slogan, it is like letting a man have a child, untitled.

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