Chapter 5

A little dare not provoke him, Fang Zheng this eye a stare, Xu Haodong involuntarily want to clamp buttocks, a kick to kick him down from the mountain.

Looking at the quiet people, how can they have such good Kung Fu.

Although they live in a town and know each other, they really haven't met each other. They are not the same people.

Fang Zheng grew up watching poems, while Xu Haodong grew up with broomsticks.

Xu Haodong keeps his eyes fixed on Fang Zheng. When he can't squat, he just sits and holds his chin to watch. Fang Zheng's side face is also good-looking, and his eyes return to normal. It's like he didn't wake up, and his eyes have no focal length. He's a little empty. I don't know what to think. He just looks at the distance so motionless. Quietly seems to merge into this landscape, become a tree, a grass in the landscape.

Sitting beside him like this, it seems that there is a distance of 18000 miles.

How to say, it's like, you are looking at a painting, the mountain, the scenery, the person, is a landscape painting, you are outside the painting, watching, enjoying, but across the canvas.

Xu Haodong doesn't think it's distance. On the contrary, he holds his chin in his hands and wants to see Fang Zheng in his heart.

Look at my daughter-in-law. She breathes very quietly. No wonder she can draw such a beautiful picture. She can integrate herself into it.

Fang Zheng really can't stand it. Xu Haodong is very upset. He's really upset. He doesn't speak, his breath is upset, and his eyes are also upset! Occasionally, the corner of his eye to see him, but also upset.

I've provoked you. Can't you get out of here? What do you think I'm doing! Are you bored or not!

Fang Zheng moves his buttocks and turns to take him as if he doesn't exist. Xu Haodong also turns to follow Fang Zheng's side face.

You move, I move, you don't look at me, I look at you.

Fang Zheng holds his chin to look at the mountain, while Xu Haodong holds his chin to look at him.

I'm tired of going home!

Fang Zheng stood up and patted his pants.

"Down the mountain?"

"Yes."

Fang Zheng patted the grass off his trousers and left with his feet raised.

"Are you hungry or not? Go down the mountain to have dinner. I see you go to the breakfast stand to eat oil cakes every day."

Xu Haodong followed closely.

"You're not tired of eating. You eat every day for 365 days, and you don't want to change your taste?"

Fang Zhengna is bored. How does he know that he eats oil cakes every day?

"How do you know?"

"I saw it."

Xu Hao pointed to the road on the mountain.

"You must go up the mountain at five o'clock every morning. Even if you are a few minutes late sometimes, you have to go up the mountain when it rains or snows. How long you stay on the mountain is up to you. When you go down the mountain, you go to eat the breakfast of Xuelian's sister-in-law. Every time you order oil cakes, I'm tired of watching you eat them. "

Fang Zheng looks at Xu Haodong strangely, a little unbelievable.

He has seen his every move over the years?

"You like that restaurant on the west side of town. You like to sit in the teahouse on the east side of town, you like to go fishing, you basically don't talk. When other people sit there, they are chatting. When you sit there, you are looking. How can you say that? "

Xu Haodong felt his chin and pondered over the words.

"Just like watching TV, you're watching people coming and going. These people have nothing to do with you. You're just watching."

That eyes calm without waves, he is watching, rather than integration, watching TV, watching painting, then watching, even thinking is not, is a light look.

Even though they do the same things in the same street and place, fangzheng is just like a ghost who doesn't belong here? It's also wrong. He is an outsider. He is watching coldly. He looks at everything from an outsider's perspective. Life is very light, the whole person has a kind of light, he is covered in the glass, people in a town regard him as an alien, people in a town are passers-by in his eyes. Maybe in his eyes, all kinds of people are not as good as the flowers on the mountain.

So yesterday he fell into the world of blind date, surprised. This man, who is just like an immortal in the world, also succumbed to the oppression of his parents and began to have a blind date.

"You're watching me."

"Yes. I've been watching you for years

Probably since he started to go up the mountain, he began to observe.

Fang Zheng finished his studies and returned to Tengyun town. He began to climb the mountain for about seven or eight years.

Fang Zheng's eyes widened. He didn't expect that someone would observe him like this. Every day, every year, he never stopped. He didn't expect that Xu Haodong, a careless bastard, would say such words.

So disgusted with him, so annoyed him, today also saw a few more.

"What are you observing me for?"

"I see if you are human. I always thought you were Xianer."

Fang Zheng gave him a hard look, so he didn't have to talk to him.

You're not human! You're an asshole, you're a son of a bitch!

It's a waste of time talking to such people.

I just thought he was different, and then I refreshed the lower limit. What is it."Do you know if you like me when I watch you every day? Do you have a heart

Fang Zheng will be very angry if he decides not to talk to him more.

Xu Haodong walked in front of him. There was a slope that was a little difficult to walk on, so he turned around and reached for a hand to help Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng placed his arms at will, which he didn't even look at.

After going down the mountain, Fang vies to enter the town. Xuelian's breakfast stand has all kinds of breakfast. Fang vies to sit on the seat. Xu Haodong takes apart the disposable chopsticks, grinds them back and forth, and puts them in front of Fang.

"Don't eat oil cakes. Xuelian's favorite is steamed buns. Another bowl of noodles. The oil cakes are too oily."

When Fang Zheng saw that he was eating steamed stuffed buns around, a strong aroma came, and he couldn't help swallowing.

"Fang Zheng has come to dinner. It's still the same, isn't it? Here you are!"

Xuelian's sister-in-law is forthright and generous. She takes a cake and puts it in front of Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng looks up at Xuelian's sister-in-law. Forget it. They've put it in front of them.

I don't like to eat, but I still don't say anything.

Xu Haodong can see clearly on one side. Fang Zheng was already curious about the white and fat steamed bun, but Xuelian's sister-in-law thought he was still the same and gave him the oil cake. Fang Zheng was too lazy to fight, so she went on.

Probably, they all have misunderstandings. Fang Zheng doesn't want to cause trouble to others, so he eats oil cakes all year round. Xuelian's sister-in-law thinks it's Fang zhengai?

Xu Haodong quickly brought xiaobaozi a bowl of noodles and pushed it to Fang Zheng.

"Why don't you say you don't like it? I always thought you'd like to eat cakes. "

"Trouble."

"She's in business, and she's afraid of trouble. You tell her to change it. "

"I'm too lazy to say that."

Fang Zheng slowly picked up a meat bun and bit it. En, delicious! It's much better than oil cake.

"I'll give you a tongue. I'm too lazy to talk about you. "

Xu Haodong really didn't touch and didn't know that Fang Zhengneng didn't care so much. His mouth was as open as a light, and he didn't open his mouth easily.

How can he be so lazy to talk? He should give the dumb a change if he jumps with two words or three words.

Fang Zheng glances at him. Xu Haodong grabs the cake and eats it himself.

"OK, I won't talk about you. You artists have such personalities, I understand. "

Artists are very individual, with beards and hair. They don't eat fireworks. One more word is vulgar!

Compared with those artists with beards and braids, Fang zhengshuai is more immortal.

Eight of seven people ate the oil cake, and found that Fang Zheng ate three cages of small meat buns, five in one cage, and 15 in one cage? Why?

"Why don't you eat skin?"

A big bowl of steamed stuffed bun skin, if not for a small hole, would think it is complete.

Fang Zheng was very skillful. He used chopsticks to open the bun skin. As soon as he squeezed the bun, the stuffing went out. He ate it and put the bun skin aside.

Fang Zheng ate two more meat fillings.

"I want to eat meat."

"Didn't my mother give you a bacon yesterday?"

"I can't do it."

"Your mother does it!"

"Playing cards."

"Then you eat, what do you usually eat?"

Fang Zheng pointed to the hotel in front of him. I'm sorry to sigh.

"The cook of their family who made braised pork resigned."

So Fang Zheng really wanted to eat meat, but after the cook resigned, he couldn't make such delicious meat. It's like eating meat. Any kind of meat is OK. It's also OK if it's braised or hot fried. He wants to eat as long as it's meat.

Xu Haodong is stunned. Fang Zheng has swallowed water when he mentions meat. This is greedy.

"I'll make it for you today!"

"No

Xu Haodong quickly ordered several cages of small meat buns. He ate the skin of the buns and dug out the stuffing for Fang Zheng.

"I can cook, we are grandparents wear, our family are men cooking, today you go to our dinner, make sure you have enough."

Fang Zheng shakes his head, does not go, buries himself in eating bitterly, eats 20 steamed buns stuffing, drinks the soup.

"I'm full."

Get up and pay the bill.

"Wait for me, I'll go with you, too!"

Xu Haodong ate all the skin of steamed stuffed buns in two or three, muttering to catch up.

"Seriously, you come to my house for lunch."

Fang Zheng waved his hand and went home. Xu Haodong chased him to the gate.

"Daughter in law, I'll go shopping. You come to my house for lunch. Don't be embarrassed. What's wrong with eating at your mother-in-law's house! "

Before and after his feet, Fang Zheng slammed the door. Xu Haodong stressed that he didn't hear him.

"Braised pork, fried bacon with garlic sprouts!"

Fang scrambled for steps and stopped. He didn't give in like meat. He didn't eat or go!Xu Haodong did not entangle, and rushed to the food market.

How easy it is for my daughter-in-law to want to eat stew. If he can cook it, he won't be able to do it.

Their family is a matriarchal society, and women are the whole world. From his father to his eldest brother, they are good cookers. Although Xu Haodong is a third class bastard, he is a chef's material and can shake the spoon. It's just not doing your job.

Fang Zheng went back to his room. His house was the only small western style building in the town. The mayor's home is certainly not the same as the ordinary people. It's a little luxurious. Most of the rooms upstairs are his. Outside the bedroom, it's either a study or a studio.

There are many large drawing boards, finished and semi-finished products, all kinds of pigments, easels, drawing pens, picture books, pencils, colored pencils on the ground. They look messy, but the painter's room seems to be like this, and there is an apron full of various pigments.

Fang Zheng grabs a rubber band, ties up his hair, rolls up his sleeve, takes his mobile phone, lies down and leans on the chair, and then plays.

Find a message, Fang Zheng to open the computer, save the message to print out, and then take out a thick book, paste the message to the book.

After gluing, throw the book away, then lean back, put your legs on the table and close your eyes.

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