A few minutes later, Bai Laoqi finished the text message, looked at me sideways and asked with a smile, "Are you hungry?" &1t;/p>

"It's a little bit. I touched my shriveled belly and laughed dryly. &1t;/p>

"Wait, I'll cook!" Bai Laoqi took off the old suit on his body, which was a red chickenheart collar wool vest and a checkered shirt, this dress had a fight with my father, it was not foreign, anyway, it always felt incompatible with the atmosphere of the big city. &1t;/p>

Walking into the kitchen of the cottage, I saw some vegetables neatly stacked on the cupboard, and two pork swinging in the wind hanging outside the window. &1t;/p>

I asked with great interest, "Brother Bai, do you know how to cook?" &1t;/p>

Bai Laoqi's face sank slightly, and the muscles on his face twitched twice: "Before entering, my wife and I had the biggest dream of opening a home-cooked restaurant in the town, and she especially likes to eat the dishes I cooked." ”&1t;/p>

Hearing his words, I didn't know how to pick up the stubble for a while, and I let out an "oh". &1t;/p>

Bai Lao Qi's knife work is very good, after cutting a whole piece of meat into shredded meat with uniform thickness in a few clicks, he asked me in a deep voice: "You don't take care of it in the hospital, what do you want to do when you sneak out?"&1t;/p>

I replied half-truthfully: "I'm homesick, come back and have a look, and find some New Year's money by the way." ”&1t;/p>

"With such a big store, you shouldn't be short of money, right?" Bai Laoqi looked at me in amazement, and after a few seconds of silence, he sighed and said: "But nothing is impossible, the old people often say that the good days are sad and the years are sad, and the new year is sad!"&1t;/p>

I agreed with a wry smile: "Well, it's almost the New Year, everything is like a catastrophe, you can also see it, I run such a big store, and my brothers are still bullied like dogs, no problem." ”&1t;/p>

"The water muddy catfish is big, and the water is clear and the dragon is the king. Bai Lao sneered: "That is, in this good year, those powerful gentlemen in the family are fierce and vicious, and if they push forward thirty years ago, they dared to show their hair, and they would have been beaten to death a long time ago!"&1t;/p>

I leaned against the kitchen door frame and asked tentatively, "What about you, Brother Bai, what are your plans next?"&1t;/p>

"Survive first. Bai Laoqi paused, took a deep breath and said: "I'll send you favors, wait for me to take a while, solve a few tricky things for you, and go directly to the northwest city, I remember when I went in, the news network was talking about the opening of the west every day, and now it is estimated that it should also be unfolded." ”&1t;/p>

"Actually, it's the same everywhere now. I licked my lips and said, "I don't believe you go back to your hometown to see, it's definitely changing with each passing day." ”&1t;/p>

"If you don't go back, you won't go back again in your life. Bai Laoqi waved his hand at me irritably as if he suddenly remembered something disgusting: "You go out and wait, I don't like to talk when I cook." ”&1t;/p>

Without waiting for me to continue to explain anything, Bai Laoqi directly pushed me out and closed the kitchen door with a "bang". &1t;/p>

Walking back to the small hall, I sat on Bai Laoqi's single bed with a wry smile, and suddenly saw a frayed book of "Book of Songs" on his pillow. &1t;/p>

I remember when I was in the chicken shed, Bai Laoqi liked to flip through the book when he had nothing to do, but I didn't expect to run out with it, he actually brought this thing out, I picked it up casually, and gently turned the two pages, only then did he realize that his book was actually copied by hand. &1t;/p>

The handwritten handwriting is very beautiful, although it is not a master's style, but it is very refreshing to look at, and at a glance you know that it must be from the hand of a woman, it may be that it has been turned too many times, several pages have been broken, glued together with scotch tape, and many words have been blurred. &1t;/p>

I turned back to the first page and gently recited the verse on it: "Picking the weed, picking the weed, and the weeds stopping." It is said that it will return, and the years will not end.." &1t;/p>

At this moment, Bai Laoqi pulled open the kitchen door and asked me softly: "Wang Lang, can you eat spicy? &1t;/p>

When he saw me holding his "Book of Songs", Bai Laoqi's voice stopped abruptly, and a brisk stride rushed out, staring at the beads of his eyes, shouting like an enraged tiger: "Why do you put it down for me!" &1t;/p>

"Brother Bai, this is.." &1t;/p>

Before I could react to what was going on, he raised his elbow forward, and smashed it on my eye socket with a "bang", I covered my eye socket in pain, and the book in my hand fell to the ground, Bai Laoqi hurriedly picked it up, and blew the dust on the cover like a treasure, and then stuffed it into his arms. &1t;/p>

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I covered my tearful eyes, straightened up in annoyance and cursed, ", you're sick!"&1t;/p>

"Let's do whatever we want, don't touch my books. Bai Laoqi pursed his lips and pointed at me with a cold expression: "This is the first time, I don't care about you, if you dare to mess with my things, I will chop off your hand>!"

Seeing his fierce appearance, I squirmed the corners of my mouth and whispered, "Isn't it just a broken book." ”&1t;/p>

Bai Laoqi took two deep breaths, turned around and walked into the kitchen: "I don't want to explain to you, there is a cigarette under the coffee table, and there is wine in the shoe rack at the door, wash your hands and prepare for dinner." ”&1t;/p>

A few minutes later, a few plates of steaming home-cooked food were put on the coffee table, and I muttered hatefully according to my aching eyes: "Bai Laoqi, you are really a dogface, just talk to me about the relationship between the two of us, what is the matter with you, as for the hands-on?"&1t;/p>

"Everything else is negotiable, but no one can touch the things left by Cai Wei. Bai Laoqi grabbed the wine bottle, poured half a glass of wine into the two disposable cups, and then raised his glass and smiled at me: "Come, in order to celebrate the first meal of the rest of my life, I respect you." ”&1t;/p>

Looking at the smile on his lips, I gasped and shouted, "Dog face!" &1t;/p>

Before I met Bai Laoqi, I thought that "turning my face is faster than turning a book", just an adjective, after knowing him, I realized that this sentence is definitely a verb, this guy is moody more often than a child's diarrhea, one second may still be smiling at you with the wind and the sun, and the next second he will be able to slash his arms in a storm. &1t;/p>

After half a glass of wine, Bai Laoqi's cheeks suddenly flushed, and he took a long breath and said: "Wang Lang, to tell you the truth, I am grateful to you, I am grateful to you in this life, if it were not for your help, my life might have been over a few days ago." ”&1t;/p>

I squinted at the corners of my eyes and pouted with one eye open and one eye closed: "Cut, thank me? ”&1t;/p>

After Bai Laoqi raised his glass again and took a big sip, he took out the book of "Book of Songs" from his arms, and sighed with emotion at the corner of his mouth: "This book is the only thing my wife left me, except for these few pages, there is no trace of her existence in this world." ”&1t;/p>

After a few seconds, I asked him softly, "Is my sister-in-law's name Caiwei?" &1t;/p>

"Hmm. Bai Laoqi grabbed the wine bottle, refilled half a glass of wine for himself again, raised his head and stuffed it into his mouth, stuffed the book into his arms again, and said with an indescribable depressed expression: "She has no education, she has studied in elementary school for a few days in total, and these words are all written down by her according to the stroke on the book, at that time we said that when we have money in the future, I will send her to go to college at her own expense, and the result..." &1t;/p>

Halfway through his words, Bai Laoqi's eyes suddenly turned red. &1t;/p>

Looking at this extremely complicated guy, I hesitated for a while, then stretched out my hand and patted him on the back to comfort: "Brother Bai, don't think about the past, sister-in-law doesn't want to see you uncomfortable in the spirit of the sky, since it is not easy to live, then we will go through the rest of our lives happily." ”&1t;/p>

It is true that Bai Laoqi is definitely not a good person, and he can even be said to be a heinous bandit, he can ignore the life and death of others for his own selfish desires, and he can also slaughter an entire building for revenge, but in the final analysis, he also has something he cares about in his heart. &1t;/p>

Such a person is both a demon and an angel, a devil in the eyes of strangers, and a god in the hearts of relatives. &1t;/p>

"Well, drink and drink. Bai Laoqi wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, squeezed out a smile and said: "Brother, let's go out for a stroll together tomorrow if you are full of food and drink, if you want to make money, it is definitely not good to wander around without a purpose, I will take you somewhere." ”&1t;/p>

I asked curiously, "What's the matter>?"

Bai Lao nodded his head and said: "Well, a while ago I met a child with the smell of blood on his body, and I followed him for a day. ”&1t;/p>

"What does the smell of blood mean?" I asked, puzzled. &1t;/p>

"How can I describe it to you?" Bai Laoqi tilted his head and thought for a few seconds and said: "All people who have murders on their bodies are particularly sensitive to the smell of blood, and the mysterious point is that the bodies of people who have killed people are more or less murderous, this kind of thing, ordinary people can't feel it, only our kind can perceive it, you don't understand it if it's too profound, this thing needs to be tasted slowly and drink bars." ”&1t;/p>

After three rounds of drinking, we were both a little drunk. &1t;/p>

I lay on the sand and muttered, "Brother Bai, what do you say is life?"&1t;/p>

"Life?" Bai Laoqi leaned on the side of the single bed, holding the book of "Book of Songs" in his hand, looking at the ceiling with blank eyes and muttering: "We came to this world in our own crying, and left this world in the cry of others, and the process in the middle is called life." &1t;/p>

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