Chapter Seventy-Three: Memories I
Millet and Revolver moved to a small house after getting married. On Blue Sakura Road, there are many small shops selling miscellaneous goods. 33 Blue Cherry Road is a cotton shop, 34 for nail polish, 35 for stationery, and 36 for socks.
The shop is small, the owner is fat, and when the owner sits in the shop, he can only accommodate one customer at most. And when the boss sits outside the store, two customers can enter at the same time.
Hosiery shop owners are always a bit lonely because there aren't many people who come to buy socks.
However, on this sunny winter's day, when he was sitting alone outside the shop basking in the sun, two customers walked into his small shop. It's Revolver and Xiaomi. They each chose a pair of socks. Millet wanted iron blue with snowflakes and pine trees, and the left wheel wanted dark blue.
They paid and left, and they walked hand in hand into the gate of 37 Blue Sakura Road. There was a thump, and the wooden staircase made a cheerful cry, and they went upstairs.
The only thing on the entire Blue Sakura Road is No. 37 that is not a shop, which is a five-story building with many rooms, most of which are used for rent.
Christmas is here. The hosiery owner would love to paint a few English words on his glass window, but he doesn't understand English. At this time, he saw Xiaomi, who was holding a large cloth bag and was coming out of the gate of No. 37. Seeing the hosiery shop owner waving to her, she ran over.
βMerry christmas!β Xiaomi wrote these words on the glass and drew a big exclamation mark. Then she returned the foam spray gun to the boss and said politely, "Is the vegetable market turning left?" The boss nodded, and Xiaomi strode away.
When I came back, there was a piece of beef, a handful of spinach, a lot of green beans, and seven or eight fluffy shiitake mushrooms in the big cloth bag. Millet walks a little bit on her feet, but she looks good, especially when she kicks the pebbles.
In the evening, she earnestly peeled beans and picked spinach until she returned.
In this small house at 37 Blue Sakura Road, it is warmly lit on Christmas night. The left wheel came back with two small cakes in his hands, and at this time, Millet's spinach and bowl beans had just been washed, and their dinner began.
The table was so small that some of the plates had to be kept in the kitchen, and every time Millet went to serve the plates, she would ask, "Sir, do you want some beef?" Or, "Sir, would you like to add some beer?" β
The revolver will say, "Hey, miss, is it okay to turn on the fire a little bigger?" They giggled. It was so sweet to eat.
This year, they just got married, Zuolun just got promoted, and their entire income is Zuolun's monthly salary, plus Xiaomi's occasional manuscript fee, sometimes 100 yuan, sometimes 200 yuan.
One day, Xiaomi received a manuscript fee, a full two hundred! She happily went to the post office to get the money, and on the way back, she was in a good mood and walked along Blue Sakura Road.
She certainly didn't buy a lot of stuff, and in the hosiery she only wandered around for a minute before leaving, and she said she didn't need to buy any more socks because she already had a pair of blue socks. So the hosiery shop owner saw her walk into the cotton shop at No. 33, but this time she stayed for a long time, and when she came out, she had in her hand a cotton cloth with a white bear on a red background, and a cotton cloth with purple stripes on a green background.
In this way, that afternoon, Millet cut her cotton. She made two curtains out of red and green cloth, and for the rest of the cloth, she made herself a large apron.
When the left wheel came back, Xiaomi, who was wearing a big apron, pointed out to him the new curtains, and Xiaomi said: With curtains, we don't have to worry about being seen when we make love.
The boy said, "Red with green, bullshit, vulgar." She retorted: "Vulgarity is elegance." β
The left wheel hugged Xiaomi, kissed her, and then said softly: "It's time to buy you a new dress, you see, you haven't had a new dress for a long time." β
The girl pointed to her big apron: "Oh, I'm wearing Chanel, I can't look down on anything else." β
On weekends, there are many guests in the small house. Revolver and Millet killed a chicken.
When killing chickens, millet left some chicken feathers. She picks red feathers. She carefully placed the red feathers in her apron pocket and turned to chat with her friends. Xiaowei talked to her about clothes, perfumes, and shoes. Xiaowei said that someone went to Hong Kong a few days ago and brought me a bottle of Chanel perfume, and I will spray it on you.
Xiaowei took out the perfume from her bag and sprayed it twice behind Xiaomi's ear, so the smell of Chanel No. 5 was all over the house, everyone pinched their noses, and the fragrance died. Millet doesn't have perfume, but she's read about Chanel in books. Millet said: I yearn for Chanel's clothes more than perfume, because Chanel's clothes insist on six to eight pieces of tailoring, unlike the general use of only one or two pieces for the back, Chanel's famous saying is that only a fine back cut can make the wearer show style.
Her little vanity, like a cloud sweeping over the treetops of the fallen leaves, stayed for a while, a little while.
Millet smiled proudly: Friends, the hot pot can be started!
That night, everyone didn't want to leave after eating hot pot, and some people stayed. The men slept on the floor and the women on the beds. The room was warm in the middle of the night, and the girl opened a small window, and saw that the heat in the room was pouring into the frosty white air outside, and she thought to herself, alas, what a pity, all this heat.
Later, the left wheel asked Xiaomi: When did you know what six pieces were cut and eight pieces were cut?
Millet smiled and pulled out an English newspaper. "This is called the most beautiful pork belly meat I have never eaten, and I have always seen the most beautiful McDull Run."
The left wheel went to the troops. After he went to the army, Xiaomi continued to read the story about Chanel in the newspaper, and Xiaomi looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. The Chinese New Year flows, like water in a faucet.
When Xiaomi buys groceries, I always pass by the small shop on Lanying Road, a lot of socks, sugar in transparent bottles, bright yellow and red fruits in cardboard boxes, colored pens and notebooks, cosmetics...... Every time she was happy, although she didn't have enough money to buy even these cheap things, but after all, she could see them, and she felt good enough to see them.
However, she doesn't see the revolver very often. Since when did the revolver always come back late, sometimes not even come back, and only send her a text message at night. Millet began to eat dinner alone, and sometimes she felt wronged, so she lay behind the curtain and cried softly.
But she never told Revolver that she cried, she always said: You came back late today, you should be punished, but I spared you.
Winter has finally passed, and many homes on Blue Sakura Road have begun to be cleaned. On the balcony on the second floor, a small chicken feather broom protruded, which Millet made of those red feathers. She swept away all the dust from the walls all winter, brushed the bathroom sink with toothpaste, and washed the curtains.
When she was done with all this, she began to wait, but her revolver did not return.
She didn't know, in fact, strange things always happened from time to time, like, familiarity suddenly became strange, and intimacy suddenly became alienation.
She began to pack her things, tears falling everywhere she went.
Suddenly, in a drawer, she saw a small note.
"Honey, let's go on a date tonight, there's a request, you're going to wear a red dress, okay?"
Millet burst into tears and laughed, she quickly recalled all her red clothes, except for the big apron, she really didn't have red clothes. She thought in a panic what to do, so she cut off the red half of the curtain, and spent half an hour making herself a big coat with a lot of personality.
She went out like this, and all the people on the Blue Sakura Road came to see her, but in fact, her red dress was not ugly at all, she looked like a snowman in a red robe. They went to eat Pizza Hut together that day, ate a lot of pizza and snails, and then watched a movie. It's extravagant, Xiaomi said. So they decided to walk home. On the way back they passed a small flower garden, ah, roses!
Many roses, like stars. At night, the color of the roses is obscured by darkness, but the fragrance of the roses is subtle.
Like, in all cold and poor days, the color of love has been overshadowed by the hardships of life, but the fragrance of love will always remain in our hearts.
The left stole two roses for Millet, and they trotted all the way and laughed all the way.
When going up the stairs, the left wheel walked behind Millet and said to her: "Take the rose, close your eyes, and you can open them until I say open them, okay?" β
Xiaomi agreed.
Then, she felt that she was being carried by the left wheel, and then, she heard the clatter of the wooden stairs, and then the sound of unlocking, and he took off her shoes and put them on for her, and she felt that her big red robe was taken off, and then, the left wheel said, open your eyes.
Xiaomi opened her eyes, and she saw that the shabby closet door had been opened, and a red coat was inside.
It seemed to have been in it for a long time, covered with a small layer of fine dust.
The label on the coat reads: CHANEL.
"Why didn't you look at our closet before you went out?" Left wheel said. "Where did the clothes come from?" "Why do you care so much?" "Hmph, did you rob it? Where does the money come from? "Ah, money!" Revolver shuddered and pointed to the bank opposite, "Did you see, one day, I was wearing stockings and holding a pistol, and then ...... You'll have to keep it a secret for me, dear. β
Millet smiled, and as she laughed, she gently hugged the waist of the revolver, and tears flowed from her eyes to their roses.
She said: "Honey, let's be honest, how many part-time jobs have you played in total?" β