Chapter 122 Huahua Will Protect You. More Updates for the Helmsman "Book Friends 151029193928889"

Changmao went to Ziyang Street.

He wanders like a lonely ghost.

Stop when you pass a corner.

Watch it again and again.

A vendor selling high imitation watches greeted him.

"Are you here to buy some words from Xiaolu?"

"Ah, um."

Changmao replied blankly.

"He is sick."

"If you want to buy words, you have to wait until next time."

"I got sick……"

Changmao repeated blankly.

"Then, then, you know..."

he stammered.

"Where does he live?"

The watch vendor shook his head.

"How could I know that?"

"Uh-huh."

Chang Mao clicked and cast.

"Yes, yes, I don't know."

The vendor looked at him strangely.

Although anyone could tell at a glance that the person in front of him didn't have much money.

But that kid in Xiaolu made a rule and didn’t accept these things when selling words. If there was a good story or something, it would be better than money in Xiaolu.

The man in front of me looks a bit smelly and dirty, but I have to admit that he probably has a story to tell.

It was with this in mind and the fact that the man was wandering back and forth in front of Lu Mingfei's stall that he opened his mouth to stop him.

This is also a plan to open up more businesses when he returns from Xiaolu in the future.

After all, that young man Lu Mingfei is really likable, he is hard-working and smart, whoever has something to do with the fire at the nearby stalls, just move a box and pack the goods, just call Lu Mingfei and he will come, happy Hehe helped but didn't even ask for a sip of water.

After going back and forth like this, Lu Mingfei's popularity here has been opened up.

It was only after we struck up a conversation that I realized that not only did the young man in front of me have no money, he didn't seem to have a very bright mind either.

"Then, um, please..."

Changmao stammered.

"Do you remember the person who followed Mr. Lu... Mr. Lu a while ago?"

"oh."

The hawker suddenly realized.

"You mean Han girl."

"Yeah."

Changmao repeatedly pinched the corners of his clothes, and the sweat on his palms had already soaked them.

"You know, where is she?"

"Are you coming today..."

"How do I know where Girl Han lives?"

The vendor waved his hand.

"He didn't come today either. Isn't Xiaolu sick? These two are together. It will take a few days for you to find her."

"That's it."

Shaggy muttered.

"Can't find it, can't find it."

The vendor looked at him and shook his head.

No matter how you look at it, he is a brainless person.

Finally out of his own world, Changmao shook his head.

"Thanks!"

"Thank you."

He bowed twice to the vendor.

"Delaying your business."

"I'm so sorry."

The hawker was quite happy.

"Okay, okay."

"I can't bear this. I'll give you a break later."

Changmao opened his mouth awkwardly, but he didn't know what to say.

He hasn't had any decent communication for a long time.

The ability to speak is not something humans are born with. Use it or lose it. If you don't speak for a long time, you will really lose this skill.

"I know, I know."

The vendor said cheerfully.

"You're a polite person. Okay, let's go. He's here on the way back. I'll tell you something."

"correct."

The vendor remembered.

"What's your name? I can talk to Xiaolu later."

Changmao opened his mouth.

"No."

He said in a low voice.

"It's too late."

The hawker looked at him strangely again.

I really don’t understand what’s going on with this guy. He’s polite at one moment and talkative at the other.

"Anyway, thank you."

Changmao bowed seriously.

The hawker suddenly thought for no reason.

Suppose you give this person a bath, change his clothes, and cut his long hair.

Probably, girls will like it very much.

Everyone has their own temperament.

This thing has nothing to do with whether you wear three pieces for fifty yuan from a roadside stall or Armani in Ginza.

The so-called temperament comes from the influence of the environment you grew up in, from the books you read that have nothing to do with learning skills and increasing your knowledge. They have no utilitarian purpose and just simply appreciate the beauty of words.

Just like some people can see the moonlight when they close their eyes while listening to piano music, some people can smell the fragrance of roses and tulips while reading the text, and see the castle rising in the desert at night.

Just pure beauty.

Such as all kinds of things, the books you have read, the songs you have listened to, the people you have met, the places you have been.

Mixed together, over time to create a long-lasting fragrance, this is the so-called temperament.

Very strange.

Changmao has such a temperament.

Even if he doesn't take a shower for a few days.

Sleeping in a garbage dump.

The hair is long and dirty.

But when he said thank you gently.

When he occasionally looked into the distance.

That look on that face.

Very much like a poet.

He staggered back.

In Laojing Lane.

Changmao took a cold shower.

The cold water hit me.

Twelve ribs can be clearly counted on the man's thin upper body.

He gritted his teeth.

A burning fire gradually lit up in his eyes.

Just like the night when Xiaoya left her hometown many years ago.

She walked away alone.

And he took the knife to end the nightmare.

Today, nothing more than repeating it.

Yes, nothing more than that.

he thinks.

But the image of the man easily squeezing the yellow dog to death always lingers in his mind.

Suddenly there was a moment of realization.

this road.

There may be no turning back.

Changmao hesitated.

He continued to bathe.

Had a good nap.

It will be bright when you wake up.

Changmao couldn't sleep.

Just looking at the distant sky and recalling his life.

Memories of beautiful childhood and childhood sweethearts.

Until dark clouds cover the sky, everything is meaningless.

I thought about it for a long, long time.

Its daybreak.

Cars honked and pedestrians crowded.

The city gradually wakes up.

It's time for him to hit the road.

Shaggy walked and walked and walked.

I picked the cheapest barber shop.

He went in and placed the flowers.

After washing my hair, I sat down in the chair.

"Just cut it short?"

asked the barber.

"Um."

Changmao looked at himself in the mirror with his hair covering his nose.

"The bangs reach above the eyebrows, exposing the ears, and are thinned on the top of the head and at the back."

"okay."

Pull your hair down.

The man's handsome face was revealed.

While changing the scissors, the barber looked back strangely.

This man is so handsome.

Why can't I see anything when I walk in?

Soon the barber figured it out too.

Just the mop-like hairstyle this person had when he walked in the door.

Half of his face was covered.

Only if you can look good is there something wrong with it.

"alright."

The hairdresser used a hair dryer to blow off the broken hair.

He finally helped shave his beard and hair.

Look at the man in the mirror again.

It has completely changed its appearance.

Pale face, delicate eyebrows.

There was still melancholy and the past as deep as the sea in those eyes.

This time I don't look like a poet.

He is a poet.

"Eight dollars, right?"

Changmao asked the waitress girl at the counter.

"Um."

The girl agreed gently.

She was still peeking shyly.

The long-haired hand with sharp joints lined up eight coins.

He suddenly thought of Kong Yiji.

At that time he was holding the complete works of Lu Xun.

Xiaoya was watching Zhang Ailing from the side.

The two occasionally read passages from books to each other.

Youth is the warm sunshine that brings out the scent of light ink. The girl in the white skirt plays with the bookmarks and listens to you talking about beautiful poems and distant places.

Xiaoya.

Changmao thought.

He picked up the flower.

Go out.

Lunch is a meal of dumplings, fourteen yuan.

No one will chase him away this time.

I took a shower, changed my clothes, and cut my hair short.

He really attracts girls.

The girl at the next table was whispering to her companion.

Occasionally I peeked at Changmao, who was sitting alone waiting for dumplings.

They discussed in hushed tones the melancholy man's occupation.

Is it a teacher?

Teach something?

It should be Chinese. They imagined that the man's white and broad palms were holding a book, and he wrote Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Cambridge" with chalk on the blackboard with one hand, and then a deep voice recited it. No students were noisy or distracted, no matter how naughty they were. The children will also listen quietly.

At this time, there should be sunshine hitting the man from the window, making the melancholy in his eyes softer and softer, even just a little is great.

Another girl at the next table had a different opinion.

She believes that men should not have fixed jobs like teachers.

He should be free.

Like a poet.

The reason is the flowers beside the man.

If he can do something as romantic as bringing flowers to dinner, he is a born poet.

The boss served dumplings.

Changmao thanked him gently.

The eyes of the two girls at the next table almost melted.

Changmao ate the last dumpling.

There are no coins, Xiaoya.

He thought to himself.

So I felt a touch of regret.

It's just light, not strong, not pungent. It won't make people drunk, and it won't cause the liver and intestines to rupture.

But it's this lightness that makes it most unforgettable.

Years later, you will still remember that you didn’t eat the only dumpling with coins wrapped in it that winter.

Then I also thought of the girl eating dumplings with you.

Changmao finished the soup bit by bit.

The dishes and chopsticks were arranged neatly.

He paid and thanked him again.

As I walked out with the flowers in my arms, I heard a girl's voice behind me.

"please wait."

Shaggy looks back.

"what's up?"

His voice was hoarse.

But it was obviously the same hoarseness.

Yesterday's long hair was disgusting.

He is so fascinating today.

"Can...can we get to know each other?"

The girl mustered up her courage and handed over the note.

It had her cell phone number written on it.

There was obvious surprise in Changmao's eyes.

Then he showed a childlike bewilderment.

The silence lasted for a moment.

People in the store are always looking at the excitement.

The girl pursed her lips, almost crying.

Finally, Changmao took the note.

"My company is nearby."

The girl suddenly laughed and said happily.

“I come here for lunch every day.”

Changmao stared at the mobile phone number on the note and listened silently.

"Are you just here?"

"Are there many companies here?"

“Is it art or copywriting?”

"Oh, I'm sorry, I talk too much."

Changmao shook his head.

He smiled lightly.

"It doesn't matter."

The girl was stunned.

This man looks really good when he smiles.

It was his companion who hurriedly pulled him back to prevent this man from making a fool of himself in public.

"Well, I'm sorry for wasting your time."

The girl blushed.

Changmao smiled lightly again.

"It doesn't matter."

Before parting, the girl worried about gains and losses.

"Will you come again in the future?"

As soon as the words came out, I realized something was wrong.

She quickly blushed and made amends.

"I mean, the dumplings in this store are really good."

Changmao stopped.

He turned his face sideways.

Under the broken hair are eyebrows as deep as the sea.

There are seven stories in it that can't be told day and night.

The girl just wanted to lie in his arms and listen to it day and night.

Look at his delicate chin with clear eyebrows and his Adam's apple that rises slightly when he talks.

"Um."

Changmao said.

“The dumplings are delicious.”

The girl nodded vigorously.

Changmao smiled politely.

He hugged the flowers and moved on.

Behind him, his companion patted the girl on the shoulder.

"Don't look at it, my husband's stone!";

she joked.

"What happened? It was love at first sight."

The girl blushed and said nothing.

The companion raised his tone.

"Hey, it's true!"

She clicked her tongue twice and looked in the direction where the man disappeared.

"But I can't blame you."

She had a weathered tone and posed like she was smoking.

Even though the man didn't have a cigarette between his fingers.

"It can be seen that he is also a man with a story."

Shaggy walked and walked and walked.

He knows where he's going.

The memories of these days are pieced together piecemeal.

Who is the target.

where do you live.

In fact, he already understood.

All that needs to be done now is to repeat the last experience.

Yes, nothing more than that.

He placed the note properly.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, he still can't learn to say no.

Xiaoya was often angry with him for this reason.

So he wrote poetry all night so that he could secretly stuff it into Xiaoya's desk before reading it in the morning the next day.

He just waited, waiting for Xiaoya to smile beautifully during the morning reading.

Xiaoya smiled, and so did he.

Shaggy walked and walked and walked.

He was holding the pot of flowers.

Like holding a square tombstone.

Suddenly, he stopped.

In the wasteland beside him, there was a familiar red figure.

She squatted with her back to the direction of the long hair, digging and digging with a wooden stick, and it was a hot scene.

Changmao looked at it for a while.

Looking around again.

During this process, I could always hear the little figure dubbing myself "Hey, hey, hey, hey."

I probably learned it from cartoons on TV.

Shaggy smiled.

"Doudou!"

he called the girl.

For a moment.

Just like the seven fairies in the Peach Garden who were cast by Sun Wukong to immobilize themselves.

The little red figure was so frightened that he couldn't move.

Changmao smiled.

This is what he has done over the years.

The most vivid expression.

"Doudou, stop pretending, I know it's you!"

The little man turned around listlessly and glanced at the person.

Her eyes lit up.

He laughed happily.

"Dirty brother!"

she says.

"You took a shower!"

Changmao was slightly surprised.

Doudou was the first person to recognize him.

Is it because of the child's clear eyes?

"Dirty brother is so good-looking!"

Doudou put his hands behind his back and made an old-fashioned comment.

"Well, well, I'm still not as good-looking as my big brother!"

The interest came with growing hair.

He squatted down.

"Who is the big brother?"

he asks.

Doudou just grabbed her chubby face and thought about it, spinning around in circles.

"Big brother!"

she says.

"That's big brother!"

Changmao smiled heartily.

"Why are you playing here alone?"

"Where's mom?"

"Shh!"

Doudou raised his fingers crazily.

"Mom, she's sleeping!"

She whispered quietly.

"Doudou ran out secretly to catch earthworms!"

Only then did Changmao discover it.

Where the girl was squatting, there was a small bottle, the kind that holds candy.

At this moment, there are many twisted earthworms in the glass bottle.

Doudou was elated.

"I'm so good at catching earthworms!"

"Hahaha!"

"I'm a great little Doudou!"

Changmao couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah yeah."

He said.

"You are a great little Doudou."

Then he spoke to Doudou gently.

Don't play outside alone.

Very dangerous.

If you meet a bad guy, you will catch the powerful Xiao Doudou.

"Ah, what are you taking away for?"

Xiaodoudou asked in surprise.

"Of course I'll eat it."

Shaggy shamelessly starts scaring children.

"Doudou doesn't want to be eaten!"

Sure enough, stupid kids are really easy to deceive.

"Then go home quickly, go home now."

Changmao said.

"is it good."

"Uh-huh!"

Doudou trotted to get the glass bottle.

Changmao was worried and sent him all the way.

"right here."

Doudou said pointing to his home.

"Goodbye then."

Shaggy says goodbye.

"Dirty brother!"

"Well, what's wrong?"

Doudou was actually a little embarrassed, which was rare. This girl also had her moments of embarrassment.

She raised the glass bottle nervously.

"How about I switch with you!"

"Change?"

"Well, use this in exchange for your Huahua."

Changmao was a little surprised.

He smiled warmly again.

The eyebrows also look gentle.

"OK."

He said.

The two exchanged flowers and earthworms.

Doudou hugged Huahua happily.

"Get it carefully."

Changmao said with a smile.

"Stop falling."

"I got it!"

Doudou nodded vigorously.

She smiled brightly again and raised her little face to look at the long hair.

"Brother is a good person!"

Changmao blurted out in shock.

"What?"

Happy little Doudou is repetition.

"Brother is a good person!"

Like to prevent hair growth and ask again.

Doudou said forcefully again.

"Good man!"

The tears flowed down without any warning.

Doudou was dumbfounded.

She was so panicked that she didn't know where to put her little hands.

"Don't cry, don't cry..."

Doudou said again and again.

"Brother, don't cry."

Suddenly, Doudou raised Huahua high as if out of desperation.

"Brother, if you don't cry, Huahua will protect you!"

"Um."

Shaggy wiped his face with his sleeve.

Then my face was filled with tears.

He replied hoarsely.

"Don't cry, don't cry, brother don't cry."

The tears couldn't be stopped.

"yes."

Changmao showed a big smile.

A bean-like smile.

He said.

"Huahua, you will protect me!"

Watching Doudou tiptoeing home.

Then came the woman's loud reprimand.

There is also Doudou’s ghost crying and wolf howling.

Changmao wiped his tears and smiled heartily.

He holds a glass bottle of earthworms.

Turn around and leave.

A good person?

he thinks.

It turns out that I am also a good person.

PS:

Add more cards -1.

at present

Add more cards: 18

I asked the editor on the first Monday of the first order, and now it is calculated as 19.

This chapter is late, sorry.

Today should be the final preparation before the end of the first volume.

I'm actually very satisfied.

All the foreshadowing that should be buried has been laid.

Next is the time to reveal the mystery.

Tomorrow will be the episode where Lu Mingfei wakes up.

This chapter has 4,800 words. I originally wanted to write 4,000 words, but I couldn’t stop it as soon as I started.

You can publish as much as you write. If you don’t save the manuscript, you won’t be able to be on time.

I'm not sure if it will be 4,000 or 8,000 tomorrow, we'll talk about it at noon.

Also, the word "宝游" in this chapter was intentionally written incorrectly.

I'd like to trouble everyone again to catch bugs.