Chapter 1171

Old streets, small shops, leaky roofs, rusty rolling doors, and businesses that are too bleak to fail.

The man closed his eyes and sat at the door of the shop. It's a great pity that there is rain today and there is no sun. But he still habitually sat on the chair and closed his eyes and imagined the feeling of the sun shining on himself.

In the inner room, a young woman is cutting lotus root slices with a kitchen knife in her hand. When people eat lotus root, slices are OK, but she can't. She has to dice because he doesn't eat slices.

She didn't know why she wanted to meet him unconditionally. She thought about this question for several years, but she couldn't come up with an answer.

When stupefied, she stopped the action in her hand and turned her fingertips slightly.

In a flash,

the kitchen knife and lotus root slices are suspended by themselves,

and then lotus root slices will complete their own feat of dice.

"There is no soul in cooking like this."

The man's voice came from the small kitchen door.

The woman clenched her hands, and her young but plump legs became more and more crystal clear against the white silk.

Women are naturally good-looking, and dress is very fashionable. This is the old street, just like the dirt in every corner of the shining things. This old street is the dirt of this metropolis.

There is no confusion, but there are many sanwuren like to gather here, and the complexity of the composition of the personnel will inevitably gather some sanwusi social people.

Women's delicacy doesn't match the old street, especially at night, when the sun is lost and the camera's cover is lost, some greed and impulse will burst out naturally.

Of course, the result is that several hospitals nearby have received several times more patients with knife wielding in recent years than in previous years.

He knows about it. He thinks it's too cruel.

For this reason, he specially said that she would be very troublesome if the man's place was not cut clean. Even if the wound was healed, the rest of his life would be very painful. Therefore, in ancient times, those clean room masters who had really highly skilled work were often the most sought after.

So, he suggested that she cut it clean next time. One knife is not clean, but a few more. It's also convenient to insert the pipe later.

"Soul, soul, blind Liang, I don't know. What's the difference between my mind cutting and my knife cutting?"

Married men know that when your wife is cooking for you in the kitchen, it's often unwise for you to ask too much.

But the smarter man is often good at turning around the unfavorable factors. Obviously, the man who has lost his eyesight is wise enough.

"Because it's so neat."

"Tidy, isn't it?"

"If it's neat, the taste will be the same."

"I said, isn't that good?"

"I can't eat your mind."

“…………” Tang poetry.

The blind man left. Instead of going to the sun that doesn't exist today, he sat in front of his easel and began to draw.

These paintings, naturally, don't sell well. Even the cheap rent on the old street is not enough to pay.

But life hasn't been embarrassed by this. Recently, the price of gold keeps rising. Blind people have no other skills. But there are too many gold bricks and they are short of money. Ask a woman to go to a place and wave a hoe, and they will dig out a piece of gold brick.

"Dinner is ready, dinner!"

Tang poetry brought out the food.

A plate of fried meat with lotus root slices, a plate of fried sausage with celery, a plate of cold vegetables with preserved eggs and tofu, plus a large bowl of tomato and egg soup.

It's a very simple dish, but if two people eat it, it's also very rich.

The blind man and the woman sat down face to face,

the woman took out two copies of red reagent,

one bottle for one person,

drank them before dinner.

Next, it's dinner.

Both of them eat slowly, fully explaining what it means to chew slowly.

At the door, an old man came. The old man was wearing a Taoist robe and standing on his shoulder was a monkey, like a monkey juggling artist.

"Hey, boss, here you are."

Lao Dao enters the house.

The little monkey jumped down from the old road and jumped to the ceiling. There was a white cat looking at it.

Tang Shi got up and went back to the kitchen. Soon, the sound of cooking came from the kitchen.

"Hey, hey, don't add food. It's good. It's good. It's not a stranger. Don't be so polite."

"You eat a lot, we don't have enough."

The response of the blind man was sincere.

The Taoist priest smiled with some embarrassment, and then put the thing down.

"Boss, this is the Bi'An flower oral liquid. It's enough for you to use for half a year. This is the fruit grown by our bookstore. It's delicious. I've also made some canned fruits specially for you to eat. These are good things. They are very good for people. You have to eat slowly. Otherwise, I can't stand it. I'm also looking forward to it. Boss, you eat more and say Maybe the eyes will come back to light. "The blind man put down his chopsticks and listened quietly to the introduction one by one by the old way, with a calm expression.

"I'll go out and buy you some wine."

"Where does this make it?"

"You sit."

"Well Good. "

The blind man stood up and walked out of the store.

He is indeed blind, but he never needs a blind stick to go out.

He stopped walking along the old street to the north.

There is a noodle shop, which is opened by a couple from Sichuan and Chongqing.

The table is at the door of the shop. There are two guests, one male and one female, eating noodles.

When the woman saw the blind, her eyes were fixed.

The man reached out and touched the back of the woman's hand, stood up and came over.

"You are the old one, the new boss." Asked the blind man, with his head slightly lowered and his attitude good, as if he had been bent over by reality.

The man nodded and suddenly realized that the other side couldn't see. He said, "yes."

"Thank you for the oral liquid. It's much more comfortable than before. It's really troublesome."

"You're welcome. You helped me before."

Two men, walking along the street side by side.

Yingying settled the account and followed far behind.

They walked for a long time. Unconsciously, they came to a ruins. The demolition has already been carried out here. But no one knows when the distance will reach the old street.

Finally, it was Zhou Ze who broke the silence step by step:

"I can help your eyes recover. If you want, you can see now."

The blind man shook his head and reached out to indicate that he didn't need it.

"Yes, you don't need eyes, but you can see better than most people."

When the blind man heard the words, he gave a long sigh,

sighed:

"if I am not blind, I will have nothing to do with you."