Chapter 580

The temperature in the Yangtze River Delta has been dropping sharply recently. Although it is a place in the south of the Yangtze River, it has four distinct seasons, but in fact, it is not so beautiful.

Compared with the land of abundance in Chengdu, it's neither warmer in winter nor cooler in summer. It's also more comfortable to eat lollipop in the room with the heating on in some areas to the north.

In fact, large-scale heating has stopped here, but it has not been popularized here. The cold and humid winter here is often more difficult to endure.

Maybe we can't see anything from the temperature, but it's really cold. Someone has to experience it in person.

The Taoist priest walked to the street with trembling hands and feet.

he has been to many places in his life. He has seen all kinds of storms, but he is not satisfied.

He had been in Foshan, Guangzhou for a long time, but he couldn't stand the hot tide; he also stopped in this Jiangnan Water Town, but still couldn't love it.

It was planned to stay in Chengdu for a long time,

however, the good times are not long,

more than a year ago, I estimated the changes of the two days before the year 30,

let the flowers of Chengdu suddenly become a bubble.

But Lao Dao is also a happy and contented sect. Besides, no matter where he goes, there are always hairdresser sisters waiting for him.

In the old way,

has been interpreted differently.

When a cold wind blows,

the Taoist priest shrinks his neck again,

but he also stops,

a shop brand in front of him,

falls into his eyes.

It turned out to be a photo studio, very small and cramped.

When most people think of Shanghai, they think of the high-rise buildings, the traffic and the shocking house price.

In fact,

no matter how big a city is, it has its own splendor, and it must also have its grounding.

For example, this small street, in fact, not far away from the outside, is the bustling building, but here, it still seems a little bit more humble.

Some people in this city are bright and beautiful, naturally there are more people living here with low stoop.

The old Taoist didn't feel the pain that his former boss committed himself to now.

he knew that the former boss seemed to like this tune.

when he was in Chengdu, didn't he also find such a ghost shop in the old city boundary?

Different from his current boss,

when it comes to money,

hehe

The current boss has no money. He asks people to burn it with the dead money.

and the former boss has no money. It refers to a place where they can dig a box of gold bricks.

Naturally, the business of photo studio is cold, and the business of

cold is the same as that of bookstore.

The equipment inside is also very old,

but it is also clean and tidy.

When the old man walked in,

a cat call startled him.

Looking up,

found a white cat lying on the shelf,

the hair was white,

just like a silk piece,

just a little lazy in the cat's eyes.

"Hey, Pu'er, do you remember me

Lao Dao points to himself.

The white cat reached out its paw and waved it perfunctorily.

I see,

get out of here.

The old man didn't think so. He was very clear about the cat's temperament. It was always cold.

If you want to touch it,

think about it or forget it.

When I went in a little bit, I saw a man sitting in the compartment,

wearing a black down jacket, sitting on the chair, drawing with a brush.

It's a picture of a small bridge and a flowing house. It's not a grand scene. It's full of fireworks.

Looking at this back,

Lao Dao seems to be a little sad,

but since it's the reunion of old friends, we can't cry, laugh and celebrate. Lao Dao is not the kind of 20-30-year-old melon and egg. We have seen a lot in his life.

"Boss, I'm here."

"Sit down."

The man is still drawing.

Lao Dao sat down beside him and asked:

"boss, how are your eyes?"

After finishing the last two strokes,

put down the pen,

turn around,

reach for his thermos cup.

The old Taoist priest was shocked, but he saw that the man's eyes were closed, he didn't wear sunglasses to cover them, and he didn't wear any belts,But it never opened its eyes.

Before,

was also painting with eyes closed.

"Boss, your eyes are not..."

"Close your eyes and you can see better."

Men do not care, it is very free and easy, and not because of the blind and self pity.

When he got up,

picked up the small bench he had just sat under himself,

said:

"go and sit outside, it's cold inside."

Lao Dao immediately followed.

Then,

they sat at the door together,

a small bench by one,

began to bask in the sun,

the old way could not bear this feeling,

although he was an old man in his early seventies,

didn't like peace very much,

but he was his two bosses,

seems to have a deep obsession with basking 。

"Boss, how do you want to open a photo studio?"

These days, in addition to the occasional need to take photos of certificates, there are few businesses in the small photo studio. The hardware and software of the photo studio are not comparable to those in the small streets and alleys.

"Here, good lighting."

“…………” Lao Dao.

Yes,

Yes,

this reason is really boss.

I think if it used to be a small hairdressing salon in a small massage shop, as long as the light is good enough, the boss will definitely offer it.

Anyway,

didn't expect to open a store to make money.

The reason why Lao Dao didn't say he came to Shanghai,

the man didn't ask,

the two men sat here, basking in the sun for half an afternoon.

At this time,

Tang poetry came from the far end of the street,

dressed in a very simple, red down jacket, jeans, and a scarf.

It seems that

is really the look of a woman at home,

it's not like the way she used to like to dress and look beautiful when she first met in Chengdu.

She held the vegetables she had bought in her hand,

Lao Dao looked at them,

forehead,

a big bag of unified beef noodles with pickled vegetables in the old jar. The cover was Wang Han's.

"Let's eat together," said the man beside him

"Good."

The rice was cooked very fast, and the Taoist priest was embarrassed to praise the Tang poetry. After all, he was cooking instant noodles, and he was afraid of being beaten.

Because it's three people,

so it's easy to bring out the pot,

three bowls,

three pairs of chopsticks,

one spoon,

that's all.

The Taoist priest filled a bowl, took a few bites,

would like to praise the "good taste",

think about it or forget it.

For Lao Dao, it's really hard for him not to find a chance to flatter a few times, but he can't always flatter every time. Doesn't it sound like irony?

However,

is also true,

this table of "meals",

is indeed incomparable with the study.

Xu Qinglang of the library is good at eating three meals a day, and he can change the way of cooking. The taste of all the people in the library is immediately picked up.

"Can't get used to this taste?"

Asked the man.

"No, No."

"I'll have a change tomorrow." Man to Tang poetry.

"OK, change to Master Kang."

"Well, good."

“…………” Lao Dao.

Looking at the two people around,

took up the noodles,

swallowed in great pain,

the old man sighed,

reached into his arms,

took out three small bottles,

put them on the table,

said:

"boss, sister Tang, drink this before eating, and you can eat it."

After drinking, they ate up a pot of instant noodles.

The Taoist priest looked at the sky and said goodbye.

It's not too early,

he has to go back,

after all, the current boss of his family still needs to watch by himself.

The man took him to the door of the shop.

"Boss, it's still the address. I'll send you some express after I get back."

There is no shortage of bi'anhua oral liquid in the bookstore now.The man nodded and smiled.

"I'll go first. Take care of yourself, boss."

The old way is gone,

the back is a little bleak.

When the man reached out, he touched the Pu'er lying on the shelf gently,

"meow"

Pu'er gave a cry,

he continued to lie on his stomach.

"What does the old man do?"

Asked the Tang poetry, who was cleaning up the dishes.

"I didn't ask if he didn't say it."

"Oh."

Tang poetry, hearing the words, nodded and continued: "what should be the matter?"

"Well."

"Go and have a look?"

"If there is something, he will say it. If he doesn't say it, it's nothing serious. I'm a little tired today. I want to have an early rest. "

"OK, I'll wash the dishes and chopsticks, then I'll take a bath and go to have a rest together."

The man nodded and

Pu'er jumped down obediently. Step by step, with a noble posture, he went up the stairs.

It's dark,

the night is shrouded,

in this noisy city,

brings a touch of peace,

just like in the picture.

…………

After going out,

the Taoist priest just felt a rush. It was probably because he had drunk too much noodle soup.

When the downpipe is aged,

it is easy to have some old problems,

the water is urgent, frequent and endless,

the old way has been looking for a long time,

no public toilet has been found.

It's not that the old man is sincere and has no quality.

the old man,

and this urine will come so suddenly and definitely.

at present, there is no way.

while lamenting that the public toilet of the magic capital has not been covered yet, he found a small alley.

directly untied his belt.

At the beginning, the big Pearl falls on the jade plate,

then, the lingering sound makes the beam tick by tick,

at the end,

the achievement "body" retreats,

the old way smashes the mouth,

yawns.

At that moment, a car passed by, and the high beam light of

very poor quality was shining on the lane for a while.

The Taoist priest lowered his head and found a statue of the Lord of the land below when he looked at the place he had just marked.

Damn it!

Lao Dao is a Taoist. Even if he is not sincere, even ordinary people who do not believe in religion dare not hiss at the statue, right?

It's one thing to believe or not to believe in religion, but most people dare not to make such a mistake, especially this kind of great disrespect.

The Taoist priest retreated a few steps at the moment,

knelt down respectfully,

took out all cigarettes from his pocket,

paid for the land lord,

then bowed to his head,

shouted at the same time:

"the land grandfather, the land grandfather, the boy didn't mean to help you.

Please let go of the kid,

open a new way,

open a new way for the kid,

open a new way,

open a new way... "