Wang Xilou is very rubbish when playing games.

There was a man outside the door, lingering for a while, but he wouldn't come in.

Feng looked up unreasonably.

Wang Xilou couldn't be distracted in the national war, so he scolded him with his arm and asked him to ask if he wanted to buy something.

He was wet, as if he had been fished out of the water.

When I walked into Feng Wuli, I saw that this person was dark-skinned, wearing a very old polo shirt, the collar had been torn very loose, saying that the clothes were more like a rag, and he was wearing yellow rubber shoes on his feet, and he looked like a worker on the construction site, just a hard hat.

"What's the matter?" The wind asked him unreasonably.

He looked embarrassed and smiled awkwardly, "I want to buy some paper money." ”

Listening to his voice, he is not a local, he should have come from other places to work.

"Really? Then come in. ”

He said embarrassedly, "There is water hanging on your body, and it dirties your shop." ”

"How can there be such a thing, it's not a precious place, fellow, come in and see what paper money you want to pick."

He smiled honestly again and entered the incense and candle shop.

Feng Wuli felt as if he was very cold, swinging.

Wang Xilou glanced up, "What does Uncle want to buy?" Why are you so cold? ”

Wang Xilou looks like a fairy, and the workers dare not look at it at a glance.

He didn't expect that there was such a beautiful female doll in the house, and said with some embarrassment: "It's raining a little, and it's a little cold when the wind blows, so it's better to enter the house." ”

In fact, it was still very cold when he entered the house, and the wind could see him shivering under his clothes unreasonably.

"Pick some gold ingots." He wanted to get it, but he felt that he was wet, and he was afraid that if he wet the paper money in the store, people would not be able to sell it.

"I'll get some for you, do you want anything other than gold ingots?" Feng said with a smile unreasonably.

The worker breathed a sigh of relief and was a little grateful: "Thank you in advance." ”

He didn't know what he was going to pick, and his personality had the inferiority complex of a migrant worker, and he couldn't speak, so Feng asked him unreasonably who he burned it for.

"Oh, someone in my family has died, and I can't go back in the field."

"I'll help you figure it out, these gold papers are used to fold gold ingots, this big yellow paper is cushioned at the bottom, and a few red papers are gathered on it, and two pieces of paper can also be placed on the mounting paper, as well as these large denomination paper money, so that it can be counted as one."

Feng Wuli could see his embarrassment, and smiled: "You don't want much, I'll help you get together, okay?" ”

"Not really." He was anxious, "How troublesome you are!" ”

"It won't be troublesome, uncle, you sit for a while, my apprentice will help you fold a few portions, and I'll help you burn them later."

Wang Xilou moved a bench out of the backyard and asked him to sit, but the worker was not embarrassed to look at her, so he took the stool and sat on the side, "Thank you too much." ”

The sky outside the shop is already dark, the rainy sky is in the evening, the blue and black are very deep, a round of crescent moon hangs on the old tree in front of the shop, the heavy dark blue sky background, the branches of the old tree only leave a black shadow, but the cool crescent moon adds light, stopped at the branch.

The room was bright.

The workers were still shivering with cold, and there was still chill in their mouths.

Feng Wuli was helping him fold ingots, and Wang Xilou chattered: "Where is the uncle?" ”

He laughed, "Hu Jiandi." ”

"Listen to the accent, I'll just say that you Hu Jiandi, why did you come here to work and run so far."

"An old watch here has a job to do, so he came here with him."

"Do you have a wife and children?"

He smiled, "My son is in junior high school, and my mother-in-law told me that if I can go to high school, I have to save some money for him to go to college." ”

"Yes." Wang Xilou nodded.

Feng Wuli folded dozens of gold ingots for him, using rhubarb paper, and other red papers, before, the mounting paper was gathered together, and four copies were gathered.

"That's enough."

The worker was very grateful, shivering with cold and thanking vigorously, "Thank you, thank you." ”

He took out his trouser pocket and took out a few wet money, his face was a little embarrassed, and Feng Unreasonable didn't mind taking it.

"I'll give you change."

"No, no, you still folded it so hard for me."

The wind is unreasonable and does not refuse.

"Do you want to burn it for you by the way, I'll pull a burning gold bucket out and burn it at the door."

The worker was even more embarrassed, rubbing his hands against his trousers, and without waiting for him to agree, he went into the yard and carried an iron bucket for burning paper money.

During the night, paper money burned in front of the incense and candle shop, and the light of the fire in the bucket illuminated a small area nearby, and the top tongue of fire kept bubbling out, and there was constantly flying ash and being blown away by the hot air.

Under the firelight, the face of Feng Wuli, who was busy burning paper, changed brightly and was dyed orange and red.

"The young man is in high school, and the child is also in the third year of junior high school, and he will be able to go to high school next year."

Some people outside the old street, who didn't look at the wet workers for no reason, just looked at the burning paper money and boasted: "High school is good, uncle, your child is promising!" ”

"Hehe, all have a chance, all have a promise!" The worker smiled embarrassedly, "Don't ask him to be more promising, be filial, be sensible, and the boss is not small, it's time to be sensible." ”

"How long has it been since Uncle went back?"

"It's been two years, but it's okay not to go back, you have to be busy to not go back, I originally wanted to go back for the Chinese New Year this year." He looked up at the moon in the sky.

Very bright, but not round.

This weekend is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and now the moon is certainly not round, and a corner is missing.

Even the moon is not round;

A regretful smile appeared on his pleated face.

"It's not so cold to burn paper money, is it?" Feng Wuli lowered his head and was busy burning paper money, and asked.

"It's not cold, it's not cold, the river is cold, and the city is cold." He narrowed his eyes, "It's been a long time since it's been that warm." ”

A young man came over, a resident of Lao Cai, a few years older than Feng Wuli, but he didn't go to school.

He looked curiously at Feng Wuli, who was burning paper money: "Ah Feng, what's going on at home?" Why do you burn here at night? ”

Feng Wuli burned the last bit unreasonably, and shook his head with a smile, "I burned it for others." ”

"And this service?" He smacked his tongue.

"Brother Chicken, do you want to burn some?"

"Go, say something auspicious, let's go, let's play together next time." Leaving in style again.

The wind looked up at the moon in place.

Although it is not round, they are all looking at the same round of the moon, when the uncle looks up to see the moon, his family members who are far away outside the mountain, do they also look up to see the moon tonight.

Did the moon take a look at his family for him?

The wind unreasonably cleaned up the mess on the ground, and in the courtyard, Wang Xilou was cooking in an apron, and the hot oil that was boiling was thrown into a slice of garlic, sizzling and wafting with fragrance.

At this time, I didn't expect that there would be people coming to the incense and candle shop.

It was a lady with a little girl of four or five years old.

I went to ask what I wanted, saying that I was buying some paper money, but I didn't understand it very well, so I asked Feng Wuli to help me figure it out.

The wind unreasonably asked who it was burned for.

The woman took her little daughter's hand with sadness on her face.

"A few days ago, there was a big flood, my Nannan fell down by the Xiangjiang River, the water was so urgent, it was a migrant worker who jumped down and held her up to let the people on the shore pick it up, but I didn't get up, I had to burn some paper money for him."