After the young man who came here left, Master's life and I returned to normal, and we lived a leisurely life every day thinking that there was something wrong with each other's heads.

Because there is no work to do, it is difficult to get busy.

I thought that after that young man, there would be more young people who came to visit, but unfortunately it backfired, not only did I never see the opportunity to make a fortune again, but even the business of pots and pans was a little less.

Actually, it's right to think about it, after all, Master's craftsmanship has been in his heart since before I came to this shop, if it is really famous and the business continues, where will Master be so poor in the past few years.

Master commented, "There was a farmer in the country of Dali, and one day a rabbit crashed into a tree stump on his ground......

I pondered the meaning of Master's words, that is, the young man who ran to our shop to ask for help in despair is like the rabbit that does not have long eyes, he can't think of it, and we can't count on this to eat.

After all, there will be no pie in the sky, let alone a big wrong.

I sat back on the threshold and shouted at the business: Aunt Ma, have you married your ugly girl? Wang Xiucai, have you failed the township test again? Shopkeeper Li, your son has filled in the money he owes in the casino? Yo Fan Zhutou, please sit down, I will pour you a cup of tea.

Chickens fly and dogs jump, and they are happy.

Master was snoring in the shop, and I was sitting on the threshold and dangling my legs, and the people in front of me were like a tide, rising and retreating.

I was born into a family of workshops that were just as shabby as the Hoop Heart Shop, selling wine for a living, and because of the bleak location, there were very few visitors: occasionally a few new customers had to be introduced by regular customers to find a place.

I have never seen the sea, but that doesn't stop me from yearning for the rivers and lakes. After working all his life in the wine shop, the place he stepped on was nothing more than four feet in front of the cabinet and ten feet in the backyard.

I've heard that bowlsmiths elsewhere don't stay in a shop, because they are too poor to own one.

But they tend to have a bag full of tools for making a living. They used their feet to walk all over the rivers and mountains, and when it was dark on the way, they used the sky as a bed and the earth as a bed, and when they were lucky enough to meet the town, they used the craft of hoop bowls to ask the locals for a bed and food.

This was my great fantasy about the rivers and lakes at that time. It is second only to pushing a stove and selling roasted sweet potatoes in the streets and alleys, but pushing a stove is not chic enough for the children of the rivers and lakes, so it must be lined up behind the bowlsmith who can walk all over the world with only a backpack.

No way, before I met the master, I was simple by nature, and I always felt that heroes and heroes must have a skill to walk the rivers and lakes, otherwise what should I do if I starve on the road of entanglement?

Who knows that in fact, killing people and setting fires can also be counted as a skill.

I also mentioned this to Master before, why don't we go around the streets with our bags like bowlmakers in other places?

The master said that you know a fart, we are hoop craftsmen, not hoop bowl makers, and the silver will fly to the door by itself sooner or later. Besides, if we leave, what will happen to the shop? What will happen to the customers who come to the door?

What Master said was very reasonable, but I knew in my heart that the reason why he didn't go out on the streets was because the modified Taishi chair was so comfortable that he was still rolling on the chair when he explained it to me, and his persuasion was really limited.

Master is really a lazy wastewood, and the biggest motivation for working is to stop working in the future. If the young man had been dressed not as a rich kid but as a poor man like us, he would not have jumped out of his chair to solicit customers.

When he was the poorest, so poor that he could only eat one meal a day, I once asked him, "Why do you lie down and sleep all day?"

The Master replied lazily, "Lie down and stay still, hungry slowly." ”

I'd rather feed myself hungry, what a good Master.

It would be better if you could work hard and earn your own food.

I turned my head to look at the street, which had gradually calmed down, and the wind was blowing on the street, and a heavy cloud was falling from the sky.

The peach blossoms are gone, and the rainy season is over.

I wonder if the young people with broken hearts will become a little more?

The dense rain can always arouse people's sorrows.

I haven't been able to get in the sun for too long, and my body seems to be moldy and grow mushrooms.

The neighbors were also very irritated by the rain, after all, there were very few people who were willing to go out of the house to go shopping, so the business was bleak, and there was nowhere to relieve the worries in their hearts, so they had to quarrel and beat the children all day long.

Our shop is okay, after all, we are used to being bleak, let it rain continuously, we are happy.

In particular, Master did not have a dazzling light during the day, and not only did the sleeping environment improve, but because of the scarcity of guests, even the reason for sleeping became justified.

As I sat on the threshold and was bored, I was pleasantly surprised to find that mushrooms actually grew from under the pillars.

The streets were uneven, and the water here and there was like a mirror, and occasionally a girl jumped cautiously from above with her skirt, and her smooth calves and slender ankles flashed before my eyes like a wild goose, leaving a wisp of white and delicate memory, and then with the sound of small footsteps, she walked away.

That's great.

Which boy and girl don't have spring?

Although I didn't, that's it.

What I have in my mind is the magnificent rivers and lakes in the world of 100,000 miles, and the sword spirit in the snow-capped mountains, deserts, green forests, and ancient temples. The master said with a compassionate gaze that you are really a good apprentice who makes people feel at ease, but it's a pity that you have a little problem with your brain.

I don't bother to refute, the sleeping person is destined not to see the white, tender and tender scenery after the rain.

Thin rains crackled, and iron wind chimes on the eaves tinkled.

A young girl dressed in white and holding an oil-paper umbrella came to visit.

I felt a little heartache to watch, this was really an overly beautiful girl. Most of the beautiful things in the world are fragile, and most of the beautiful people are thin. Looking at her face, it's really hard not to worry about letting her run around the street like this, whether she will accidentally break it, even if it is a hoop shop that claims to be able to mend anything, it may not be able to repair it as charming as before.

Maybe it was because I was staring at her a little hairy, and she was a little embarrassed and blushing.

The most is the shyness of bowing his head, like a water lotus flower that is not gentle enough to cool the breeze - a poet who is mixed in the Qinglou.

It's really good to say, these literati can write ten points of love with three points, and they are the most deceiving.

Eventually, she summoned up the courage to interrupt my thoughts, "Is Master Hoop Heart here?"

I was still immersed in her face, and my first reaction when I heard this sentence was that the little girl had indeed hit the stump of the tree on the ground.

Such a good-looking person will also come to our shop to tie his heart?

I think there should be a natural reason, happiness has never been related to being tall, short, fat or thin, only to silver.

I rolled over and came down from the threshold and kicked Master awake: "Master, get up and see the fairy." ”