Chapter 86 The moon is not even round (please read it on Tuesday!

Wang Xilou is rubbish at playing games.

There was a person outside the door. He lingered for a while but refused to come in.

Feng Wuli looked up.

Wang Xilou couldn't be distracted in the battle of nations, so he slapped him with his arm and asked him to ask if he wanted to buy something.

He was wet all over, as if he had been fished out of water.

When I walked into Feng Wuli, I saw this man with dark skin. He was wearing a very old Polo shirt with a loose collar. He looked more like a rag. He was wearing yellow rubber shoes. He looked like he was at a construction site.

All the workers here need is a safety helmet.

"What's the matter?" Feng Wuli asked him.

He looked embarrassed and chuckled, "I want to buy some paper money."

Judging from his voice, he is not a local, he must be working from other places.

"Really? Then come in."

He said embarrassedly, "The water on my body has made your shop dirty."

"How could such a thing happen? It's not a valuable place. Come in and see what kind of paper money you want to pick out, fellow."

He smiled innocently again and entered the incense and candle shop.

Feng Wuli felt that he seemed to be very cold and arrogant.

Wang Xilou raised his head and glanced, "Uncle, what do you want to buy? Why are you so cold?"

Wang Xilou looks like a fairy, and the workers dare not look at it after just one glance.

He didn't expect there to be such a beautiful female doll in the house, so he said with some embarrassment: "It rained a little, and the wind blew a bit cold. It feels better after entering the house."

In fact, it was still very cold after entering the room, and Feng Wuli could see that he was shivering under his clothes.

"Let's pick some gold ingots." He wanted to get it, but he felt wet, and he was afraid that if the paper money in the store got wet, people would not be able to sell it.

"Let me get you some. Do you want anything besides gold ingots?" Feng Wuli said with a smile.

The worker breathed a sigh of relief and said with some gratitude: "Thank you in advance."

He didn't know what he was going to pick, and his personality had the inferiority complex of a migrant worker, and he couldn't speak. Feng Wuli asked him who he was burning it for.

"Oh, someone in the family passed away, and I can't get back home."

"Let me help you get some. These gold papers are used to fold gold ingots. This big yellow paper is placed at the bottom, with a few pieces of red paper on top. You can also put two pieces of mounting paper, as well as these large denomination paper money.

, so it can be counted as one share.”

Feng Wuli could see his embarrassment, smiled and said: "You don't want much, can I help you gather it all?"

"That's not necessary." He said anxiously, "It's so troublesome for you!"

"It won't be too much trouble. Uncle, please sit down for a while. My apprentice will help you fold a few copies and burn them for you later."

Wang Xilou moved a bench from the backyard and asked him to sit on it. The worker was not very embarrassed to look at her, so he took the stool and sat aside, "Thank you so much."

The sky outside the shop has darkened. The sky has rained in the evening, and the blue-black color is very deep. A crescent moon hangs on the old tree in front of the shop. Against the background of the deep blue sky, only black branches are left.

The shadow, on the other hand, was illuminated by the cool crescent moon and rested on the branches.

The room was quite bright.

The worker was still shivering from the cold and had a chill in his mouth.

Feng Wuli was helping him fold ingots, and Wang Xilou started chatting: "Where is this uncle from?"

He smiled, "Hu Jiandi."

"You can tell by the accent, so I asked you, Hu Jiandi, why do you come so far to work here?"

"An old cousin here had work to do, so he came here with me."

"Do you have a wife or children?"

He chuckled and said, "My son is in junior high school. My mother-in-law told me that if he can go to high school, I need to save some money for him to go to college."

"Yes." Wang Xilou nodded.

Feng Wuli folded dozens of gold ingots for him, using rhubarb paper and other red paper. He gathered the pasted paper together and made four copies.

"This is enough."

The worker was very grateful. He was shaking from the cold and kept saying thank you, "Thank you, thank you."

He dug into his trouser pocket and took out a few wet bills. His face was a little embarrassed, but Feng Wuli didn't mind taking it.

"I'll give you change."

"No, no, you still worked so hard for me."

Feng Wuli refused.

"Would you like to help you burn it? I'll bring out a gold burning bucket and burn it at the door."

The worker was even more embarrassed, stroking his trousers with his hands. Feng Wuli didn't wait for his consent, and went into the yard to pick up an iron bucket specially used to burn paper money.

At night, paper money was burned in front of the incense candle shop. The fire in the barrel illuminated a small area nearby. The flames at the top were still coming out, and there were constantly flying ash and being blown away by the hot air.

Under the firelight, Feng Wuli's face, which was busy burning paper, was changing brightly and dimly, and was dyed orange-red.

"The young man is already in high school. My child is also in the third grade of junior high school. He will be able to go to high school next year."

There were some people outside the old street. Feng Wuli did not look at the wet workers. He just looked at the burning paper money and praised: "High school is great. Uncle, your child has a future!"

"Hehe, everyone is promising, everyone is promising!" The worker smiled sheepishly, "Don't ask him to be more promising. Just be filial and sensible. He is no longer a young man, so he should be sensible."

"How long has it been since uncle went back?"

"It's been two years, but it's okay not to go back. I have to be busy so I won't go back. I originally wanted to go back during the Chinese New Year this year." He looked up at the moon in the sky.

Very bright, but not round.

This weekend is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and of course the moon is not round now, it is missing a corner.

Even the moon is not round;

A regretful smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Is it not so cold to burn paper money?" Feng Wuli asked, lowering his head and busy burning paper money.

"It's not cold anymore. The river is cold, and the city is cold too." He squinted his eyes, "It's been a long time since it was so warm."

A young man came over. He was a resident of the old street. He was a few years older than Feng Wuli, but he was no longer in school.

He looked at Feng Wuli who was burning paper money curiously: "A Feng, what happened at home? Why are you burning it here at night?"

Feng Wuli burned the last bit and shook his head with a smile, "I burned it for someone else."

"And this service?" He clicked his tongue.

"Brother Chicken, do you want to cook some?"

"Go, say some auspicious words, let's go, let's play video games together next time." He left coolly again.

Feng Wuli raised his head and looked at the moon.

Although it is not round, they are all looking at the same moon. When the uncle looked up and saw the moon, did his family members who were far away in the mountains also look up and see the moon tonight?

Did the moon take a look at his family for him?

Feng Wuli cleaned up the mess on the ground. In the yard, Wang Xilou was cooking in an apron. He added slices of garlic to the boiling hot oil, which made a sizzling aroma.

At this time, I didn't expect that someone would come to the incense and candle shop.

It was a lady with a little girl of four or five years old.

I went to ask what I wanted, and was told that I wanted to buy some paper money, but I didn’t know much about it, so I asked Feng Wuli to help me get some.

Feng Wuli asked who it was burned for.

The woman held her little daughter's hand with a sad look on her face.

"There was a flood a few days ago. My daughter fell into the Xiangjiang River. The water was so fast that a migrant worker jumped in and held her up for people on the shore to pick her up. But he couldn't get out, so I had to burn some paper money for him.

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Chapter completed!