Chapter 026: An Orange

Who knows, Mo Ming didn't speak, just sat quietly, waited until the warm sun was almost suffocated, then sighed softly and said, "Just clean up, and then change your dirty clothes." (~net)"

Nuan Yang hurriedly looked down, and saw that he was still wearing the dirty clothes that rolled into the bushes, and couldn't help blushing a little, so he could only pick out a women's dress from the wall cabinet and go to the Westinghouse to change it indiscriminately - it was worn by someone else, even if it was washed cleanly, it was still uncomfortable, so he could only wait until it was all cleaned up.

When Mo Ming had just seen a doctor and applied medicine, the doctor and the junior apprentice helped him change, and he only rested there, until Nuan Yang came back and was still sitting there with his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking.

In this way, the two lived in Li Yi's small courtyard, an east house and a west house, although they saw each other every day, they rarely talked - it was not that Nuan Yang didn't want to talk, except for the small merchants and vendors who often came to the alley to sell things, she had no one to talk to, it was Mo Ming who was bored to death, and Nuan Yang was unwilling to take the initiative, for fear that the hot face would stick a cold fart ~ shares, he probably didn't think that he felt ashamed.

So, that's probably all they can say every day:

Mo Ming: "There is labor." ”

Nuan Yang: "You're welcome. ”

“……”

Mo Ming: "There is labor." ”

Nuan Yang: "You're welcome. ”

“……”

Mo Ming: "There is labor." ”

Nuan Yang: "Hmm. ”

“……”

Mo Ming: "There is labor." ”

Warm Sun: "......"

“……”

If it weren't for his desperate efforts to save himself from Shen Ke, Nuan Yang really wouldn't want to deal with him anymore.

Until this day......

"Celery, radish, zucchini!"

This is the usual shouting of the hawker who often comes to the hutong to sell vegetables - he usually sells all the way, and when he arrives at the door of the door of the patron who frequents him, he will stop, not to mention those who are vain, only report the freshest and cheapest dishes of the day, if someone comes out of the door, of course, it will be a sale; If no one comes out, he knows that people don't want to buy it, so he continues to sell and walks away.

Nuan Yang was waiting for him while cleaning up, heard his shout, hurriedly picked up a few coins from the money box, trotted out, and saw that the vegetable vendor was waiting at the door, immediately smiled, walked into the wheelbarrow, picked a few celery, a radish, and handed it to the vendor.

The vendor took it with both hands, but he didn't weigh the vegetables, but he just took out three or five Lingbai from the bottom of the celery pile and handed them to Nuan Yang: "Sister-in-law Li, let's have two cocoons, you see, how fresh." ”

Nuan Yang used to love to eat coconut white, and when he was in Mofu, Hailan Ju's small kitchen would use it as a raw material, and he would give it to Nuan Yang in exchange for Fang'er. Now it is not good, although she has repeatedly saved, the silver in her pocket is still getting less and less, especially when Mo Ming's medicine is finished and she buys a new one, that bit of silver can't help but be spent.

"No, we don't like to eat." Nuan Yang smiled awkwardly, and only let the vendor weigh the celery radish.

But the peddler insisted: "Today, this white rice was spared by people when I took the vegetables, and it is not considered money, so I will give it to you." Then he pretended not to care and weighed the dish, but he looked at the white with distress while weighing.

Nuan Yang felt that he was very strange today, and a terrible thought popped up in his mind, afraid that this vendor was pretending to be someone again, and then looked at those eyes carefully, and felt that he was too careful—but if it wasn't for this, that one white man would be enough to buy his own food, how could he buy a cheap one and give it expensive?

"Thank you, little brother," Nuan Yang has always believed that there is no free lunch in the world, let alone just a small trader who sells vegetables for a living, how much profit can he make in a day? So, she just smiled and waited for the vendor to finish, calculated the price and handed it over, picked up the one she bought, and didn't take the white sauce anyway, "We really don't like to eat, if you don't like to eat either, give it to someone else." ”

After speaking, without waiting for the peddler to understand what to say, he hurried into the courtyard gate with celery and turnips, and then turned around and closed the courtyard door and plugged it in, as if there was a monster standing outside.

She threw the dishes into the basin of water, thought about it for a long time, and finally came in the door and asked Mo Ming: "Do you feel better these two days?" ”

"It's better." Mo Ming didn't expect Nuan Yang to take the initiative to talk to him, and hurriedly struggled to sit up, but was held down by Nuan Yang before he said shyly, "I'm much better." It's been so hard for you these days - actually, I think I can do something about it. ”

"Come on, you," Nuan Yang's mind flashed the terrible look of the wound when the doctor changed Mo Ming's dressing last time, and sighed weakly, trying to soften his voice, so as not to make him feel that he was disgusting him, "It's good that you heal quickly, if it is repeated, there happens to be a bad guy knocking on the door here, and we will all be finished." ”

"What did you find?" Mo Ming asked sensitively.

“…… I don't know if that counts......" Nuan Yang pondered for a long time, and felt that it was better to talk to Mo Ming - besides him, who else could discuss?

"The vendor who sells vegetables today has to give me a few white sauces. The vegetables I bought were less than three, and he wanted to give me a few white dishes, so it would take a dozen! You say, is there a problem? ”

"Poof-" Mo Ming didn't expect this information, and couldn't help laughing, only to find that Nuan Yang had already raised his eyebrows, and hurriedly tried to smile, and said, "He has taken a fancy to you." ”

"Ha, you're going to make jokes like that, be careful I don't give you food!" Nuan Yang said, turned around and left, and as soon as one foot stepped out of the threshold, he heard Mo Ming whisper: "Sorry ......"

The voice didn't seem to be a joke, sad and sad, which made Nuan Yang a little embarrassed, so he had to come back and say with a straight face: "It's just the two of us in this courtyard, don't be so boring, okay?" What's wrong with just kidding? I'll make a joke about you next time, so why do you have to say 'sorry' seriously? "—inside and out, it's her reason.

"That's not the case," Mo Ming was more serious than Fang Cai, but he frowned and thought for a long time before he said with difficulty, "I'm sorry...... Let you live such a hard life. ”

Nuan Yang's heart suddenly became hot, and tears almost flowed down uncontrollably.

Only then did she know that the most touching language was not affection, but a fool who couldn't speak and really said a thoughtful truth.

"It's nothing, you're not me, don't be sorry." Nuan Yang thought about it for a long time before scratching his head and saying such a stupid sentence, which seemed a little ambiguous, and quickly turned around and ran away, even cooking was a little restless.

The strange thing is that in the next few days, the vegetable vendor didn't do anything inappropriate, Nuan Yang believed that he had thought too much, and he felt a little proud in his heart - even if he had a jinghai cloth skirt and no powder, he could make young men like it, even if he was just a vegetable seller, he could satisfy her little vanity.

——*——*——

After a few more days like this, Mo Ming was slowly able to get up from the kang, and he still walked around the courtyard from time to time, and took the initiative to help Nuan Yang do what he could, although the two still rarely spoke, the atmosphere seemed to be much more harmonious.

On this day, Nuan Yang was cooking in the outhouse, Mo Ming wanted to help light the fire, but Nuan Yang was afraid that he would pull the wound too hard and delay the trip, so he asked him to go to the courtyard to bask in the sun, "Don't make trouble for me." ”

Mo Ming had to go out of the house, but found a butterfly kite hanging on the treetops outside the door, and it seemed that there were children crying outside.

He went to the gate, opened the door, and saw a pretty little girl standing under the big tree with a kite, about five years old, dressed modestly, but very clean, it was the neighbor's little daughter.

"***, is that your kite?" Mo Ming walked over, squatted in front of the kid and asked.

"It's mine...... Woowoo...... Hanging on a tree...... "When the child saw someone coming, he asked with such concern, and he became more and more aggrieved, and his tears flowed more happily."

In the past, Mo Ming could take the kite off with a slight leap, but now he is afraid of pulling the wound again, and the gains outweigh the losses. He thought about it, picked up a few clods from the ground, and with a little force, struck them at the kite a few times, and the kite immediately shook and fell.

"Hah!" The little girl immediately laughed, happily caught the kite, held it in her arms, and smiled at Mo Ming, "My mother said, others have helped you, you have to say 'thank you', shouldn't I say that now?" He smiled happily and brightly, ignoring the tears still hanging on his face.

"No thanks." Mo Ming's mood also improved a lot.

The little girl thought for a long time, and suddenly let out a heavy "oh", and took out an orange from her cloth pocket, which was very large, bright and bright, and the color was very attractive at first glance.

She swallowed heavily before handing the orange to Mo Ming as if she had made up her mind: "Thank you, good-looking big brother, this orange is for you to eat." ”

"Heh," Mo Ming was amused by her, and quickly stood up slowly, waving his hand and walking back, "No, you can eat." ”

"I'll give it to you!" The little girl seemed to be very dissatisfied with Mo Ming's politeness, so she ran over and stuffed the orange into Mo Ming's arms, and before Mo Ming could react, she ran away without a trace.

Mo Ming took the orange, he didn't accept it, it wasn't yet, but he was still injured, his movements were slow, and he couldn't catch up with the little girl at all, he hesitated for a while, and then shook his head helplessly and smiled, and turned home.

"Wash your hands and eat." Nuan Yang saw that she was back, and urged him while serving the food.

Mo Ming raised his hand with the orange, but he was embarrassed, until Nuan Yang sat at the dinner table and called him again, then he slowly walked over and gently put the orange on the table in front of Nuan Yang.

"Huh?" When Nuan Yang saw such a bright color, he immediately smiled and said, "How can there be an orange?" ”

“…… Just now, I helped the neighbor's little girl get a kite, and she gave it to me in order to thank me...... Gave me two oranges. I ate one out and left one for you. Mo Ming said casually.

"Hah! This little girl is quite generous! Next time, I'll send her something to eat. Nuan Yang picked up the orange as he spoke, wrapped the skin, broke it and wanted to hand it half to Mo Ming, but Mo Ming said: "I really ate one, and I won't be able to eat the meal if I eat it again - the food is even more delicious." ”

To tell the truth, Nuan Yang has never eaten any fruit since he came to the city, for fear that he will be too wasteful and not enough to go to Hailan's entanglement, and now there is a golden orange suddenly, how can he not be tongue-in-cheek? In a few moments, the orange was eaten cleanly.

Mo Ming looked at her with a faint smile while eating, with a look of satisfaction.