Twenty-seven drinking porridge separated by a wall
Gulu gulu, squeak.
Boom!
Drinking porridge, the sound of putting down the empty bowl continued at the small porridge stall.
There were several empty bowls in front of the beggar, and the clay-colored bowls still had some white stains on them. He drank more than that, but as his speed of drinking porridge slowed down, the stall owner could already drink porridge in his spare time.
I have to wash two dirty dishes.
There were two unusual blushes on his cheeks, and there was sweat everywhere on the beggar's forehead.
Taking small sips, sipping the porridge in his hand bit by bit, the beggar is no longer the same as he was at the beginning. Even chewing the rice grains in his mouth looks very painful. After sipping the porridge continuously, the beggar will wrinkle up.
He raised his eyebrows, took a big gulp, then forced some of it out from the seam of his mouth, and swallowed the rest with a few gagging sounds.
The stall owner was relieved. He had drank most of the large pot of porridge that could not be sold out this morning, and he had also made some money.
He took some fried sour beans and two pieces of wild rice from the small altar. The stall owner put a small plate on it and placed it next to the beggar. He was not in a hurry and sat down on the side.
Jiujin, who was sitting on the pony, looked at the two people who were already chatting, and his brows behind the mask were wrinkled.
Damn it!
Why can’t this damn beggar stop drinking?!
Two or three strands of hair hung messily on both sides, pressed against the white mask, and the two fake eyes hidden in the hair were staring at the beggar who was slowly drinking porridge.
The eyes are as round as longan and longan, brightly colored and densely woven with bloodshot eyes...
Look into those black pupils,
There was a person inside who was sipping porridge.
A little reflection passed by,
People who drink porridge in black eyes,
Started to swallow heavily
White porridge in hand.
His eyes were bulging, he was holding the bowl with one hand, covering his stomach with the other hand, and he was still making whining sounds.
It was obvious that the beggar just now had reached his limit and could no longer eat. Seeing his appearance at this time, the stall owner felt a little puzzled.
But after asking a few questions, the porridge drinker just whined and whined, but kept moving his hands.
Then I could only continue to refill it for him. I stood up helplessly and walked towards the small crucible. I picked up a long spoon and stirred up the sticky porridge in the pot.
Jiu Jin stood up at this moment, silently walked to the stall owner, shook the silver in his sleeves onto the stall owner, and dropped a sentence that made the stall owner confused,
"you win."
Then he stopped paying attention to the stall owner who was about to speak with his mouth open, and turned around and walked in the other direction where the crowd was gathering.
Boom!
"Why did he collapse suddenly?"
"Oh! I've made it! The cowardly beggar didn't have enough to eat and he fainted."
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
"He... seems to be out of breath..."
"No way......"
"..."
After the golden sunlight turned and reflected in the air, it slanted into the second floor of the restaurant through the wood carvings. From this special angle, you can see this colorful ray of sunlight through the shadows behind it.
Han Qiubin, who had one leg bent and one hand on his knee, wearing a black robe and leaning against the wall as a sentry for the scholars in the room, couldn't help but feel a little sleepy.
He leaned his head on the protruding wooden frame behind him, looking softly at the slanting sunlight in front of him and the tiny dust that was constantly dancing inside, coming from nowhere.
Smelling the wisp of woody fragrance that slowly appeared after being exposed to the sun, Autumn Equinox slowly closed his eyes, with a comfortable smile on his lips, and the palms resting on his knees kept shaking and patting gently.
With.
.......
The sun did not shine into the room. In the dark room, the scholar's robe on his back was already soaked. He was sitting on his knees on the ground, and the blood vessels on both sides of his eyes were bulging. At this time, in his ears, a strange nursery rhyme
, both like a reminder and a temptation...over and over again, constantly changing the tune and weirdness,
There are gaps in the cage, there are gaps in the cage,
A bird that cannot be contained,
Want to run out...
The sky wept, the ground became slippery,
On that dawn night
Even the crane and the turtle fell down,
Don't get up yet,
Turn around and you will find,
Who is standing behind you facing you?
The masks scattered on the ground fell into fear, and the expression on his face kept changing along with the masks. The scholar's body remained motionless. He had forgotten the purpose of coming to this room.
Outside the house separated by a wall, the sunlight seems to have passed through time, rich and leisurely.
No one, quiet corridor,
Dust swirling in the air,
The wood takes on the flavor of sunshine,
Han Qiufen found his own inner comfort in the corridor on the second floor of this small restaurant, and the energy that was constantly flowing in his body also became much more relaxed as his mood changed.