His name is Dengyu, runs a grocery store, is the owner of the grocery store; her name is Wangyue, runs a grain and oil store, is the owner of the grain and oil store. The distance between the two shops is three feet wide.
Dengyu lives with his mother, and his wife is in her forties with her children studying in the county. Wang Yue takes her 10-year-old son to study and do business, and her husband is in his thirties as a migrant worker.
In the morning, he got up in the repeated urging of his old mother, had dinner, and played badminton with her on the road in front of him. One pat came over, and laughter and screams spread far away.
In the morning, she woke up to the school wake-up bell, cooked and ate for her son, and joined him in playing badminton, screaming and laughter on the road in front of the store.
When there are customers, he puts down his racket and goes back to get things. She comes in, helps settle accounts, loads things for customers, and continues to play badminton.
When she had customers, so did he.
Usually when you are tired, the sun will come out. In summer, the two people enjoy the cool under the big poplar tree in front of the door, and you joke with me sentence by sentence; in winter, they lean against the door to bask in the sun, either in the grain and oil store or in the grocery store.
Because there are children in Wangyue, when eating, Dengyu often brings his rice bowl to the gate of Wangyue, eating, baking fire, and taking tests on children's crossword puzzles and math problems. After dinner, often let the children put their rice bowls, when the children come back, the chessboard has been set up, the two uncles and nephews will kill each other back and forth.
In the afternoon, there are fewer customers. Dengyu and Wangyue sit in front of the grain and oil store or grocery store, sitting side by side with chairs, reading a book together. You grab the left, you grab the right, look, talk, and laugh. Someone who is careful has read it clearly, and the name of the book has not changed.
After a long time, Wangyue made it clear at a glance about the furnishings, items and prices of the grocery store. When there were customers, Dengyu was not there, so they were sold on behalf of them.
So is Dengyu.
Sometimes, customers come to the grain and oil store to buy groceries and say that Dengyu has it and the price is cheap. With that, he pulled his neck and shouted, Dengyu, someone wants to buy a kettle. The voice was sharp and soft and spread halfway down the street.
Sometimes, when customers come to the grocery store to buy grain and oil, Dengyu says that the moon is there, and the price is cheap. With that, he pulled his neck and shouted, look at the moon, someone wants to buy rice. The sound was loud and bright and spread halfway down the street.
After a long time, some people say that Dengyu has a good relationship with looking at the moon. Some say it behind their back, and some say it to their face. When Dengyu knew, he said, nonsense, there is no such thing as playing badminton and reading books together. When Wangyue heard this, he said, "it's no big deal for me to read books and play badminton together without tearing up his crow's mouth."
One day, the door of Dengyu's grocery store was open and no one was there. When a customer came, he came to the door of the grain and oil store to look at the moon. Where is Dengyu? Wangyue said he didn't know. After a while, customers came again and asked Wangyue. Where is Dengyu? After a while, four or five people came and asked. Wangyue finally blushed. Where did Dengyu go? I don't know. It's strange that I haven't seen you guys before. The customer turned around and left, muttering quietly as he walked, hum, and said he didn't know. Dengyu was sitting at your door all day eating, heating and playing chess.
When Wangyue heard this, she took out a basin of dirty water and poured it behind the man.
After a while, Dengyu came back, someone told Dengyu, Dengyu smiled, I went to the toilet. He said to Wangyue, "if someone comes to see me again, you will say, I am not Dengyu's wife. I know where he has gone."
Wangyue heard, flushed, white Dengyu glance, toad want to eat swan meat, want to be beautiful, see I do not tell sister-in-law, tear off your smelly mouth.
Dengyu smiled and said, you said, I'm afraid your sister-in-law will tear your mouth.
Looking at the moon gave Dengyu a hard look, dead thing, the dog's mouth can not spit ivory.
Can you throw up? Dengyu said with a naughty smile.
Looking at the moon, an item flew towards Dengyu. Dengyu reached out to catch it. It was a piece of steamed bread. He smiled and went back to the grocery store while eating.
The food that the moon is eating is gone, and his cheeks are bulging with anger. Eat, eat, eat to death, and go back to the grain and oil store at the same time.
The next day, it was a fine day, and the sun was warm and alive. In the morning, he still woke up in the repeated urging of his old mother, and after dinner, he played badminton with her on the road in front of the door. as soon as he clapped it over, the laughter and screams spread far away. The two cooperated tacitly. For a moment, you and I completely forgot what happened yesterday. The people next to see, some disdain, some jealous, some ambiguous smile.
The sun is shining warmly, brilliant and yellow.
Author: Yang Wenbin
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