She also looked out the window and looked for a long time: "Director Sun and the others are not here either, who are you waiting for?"

And they were waiting for others, why didn’t Wei Jingjing and the others come with them? Only she and Bo Yan drove a car. If something happened, it would be inconvenient to run.

Bo Yan shook his head: "I'm not waiting for someone. I'm watching people."

Xia Siyu was even more surprised: "Who are you looking at? Let me Kang Kang."

There are only a few roads in this town. Because the northwest is windy and sandy, it is on the Loess Plateau, so the entire road is covered with dust as soon as you drive by.

Nowadays, people live better, and there are many cars in such remote areas. But when the cars are better, the road is still narrow, with only four lanes and no greening. More than half of the road is occupied by various stalls.

The exchanges are all local accent, and there are few people who speak Mandarin. Vegetables sell all kinds of food and gadgets to drink, but they can't tell who he is looking at. There is that beautiful girl who can look better than her. Or there is that handsome guy who is far more handsome than him, and he feels ashamed of himself.

But after looking, I couldn't see a few people who were in a good mood. Today is a weekday, and most of the young people and students went to work and study, and most of the people who came out were women with children, as well as older elderly people.

How can I have acquaintances like this? Not many are more beautiful.

Xia Siyu looked at Bo Yan with a puzzled look. He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then smiled and said, "The woman below is a fishmonger, has a five-year-old son, a daughter in elementary school. Her daughter has good grades and her husband is a supermarket salesman. The old man is in poor health and should be in the hospital. She is rushing to go back to cook and deliver it to her mother-in-law at noon."

Xia Siyu turned her head: "How do you know?"

"She has fish scales on her head, and more than one piece. The clothes she wears were wearing a logo vest in a supermarket next to her. She was buying chicken and stewed soup for the patient at noon. She held a heated bucket in her hand and delivered food. She said she wanted to take care of two children. Her husband was at work, and obviously the elderly who were sick were the ones who helped her take care of the children. She carried her schoolbag on her back, and her youngest son had a year to go to school, and her daughter did a good exam last week."

Xia Siyu frowned: "So what?"

Bo Yan also said: "The writer Gorky and his friend Andreyev and Bunin, in a restaurant in the city, observed a new person who came in for 3 minutes to see who was accurate. Andreyev and Bunin each had their own opinions, but Gorky observed the most carefully, 'This man was about 35 years old, thin, wearing a dark gray double-breasted wool suit, an orchid shirt, and a tie with a small yellow flower. The nails on his little finger were abnormal and there was a black mole on his neck.' He also concluded that this man was a liar. Later, they asked the guy at the restaurant, and that person was indeed a liar."

Bo Yan raised his head: "In the history of literature, there are many writers with this kind of experience and observation. There is an American writer who dressed himself up as a homeless man in order to experience the life of the slums and went into the slums. He ate and slept with them, got together, and made many friends. Three months later, he wrote a book called "People in the Abyss", which is called Jack London. Although literature and acting skills cannot be generalized, you cannot imagine many details of life out of thin air, you have to learn to observe."
Chapter completed!