Play Nice

Chapter 16 016: The witch fell in love with the angel on earth
It had rained in the afternoon, the sky was wet, there were no clouds, and the sky was blue.Before six o'clock, the sun's tail began to drill into the horizon.

Jing Hedong had to go home to cook for his wife, so he closed the stall early.He called Jing Zhao: "Has the takeaway been delivered?"

"Well, go back now."

Jing Hedong pushed his electric tricycle: "You don't have to come to my place, I've already closed the stall, you go directly home."

Jing Zhao responded and waited for Jing Hedong to hang up first.

It was getting dark, and the pedestrians on the road became hurried. Jing Zhao pulled over to park the car, got out of the car, and walked to the opposite side of the road.

There was a grandma selling sweet potatoes on the side of the road. She was sitting on the ground with a newspaper cushioned. The basket was full, and the sweet potatoes were not sold much.

People in big cities don't seem to like food very much.

"Grandma," the autumn wind was a little desolate, and Jing Zhao's voice was very gentle, "I'm here to buy sweet potatoes."

Grandma's eyes are not very good, and after a few glances, she recognizes him: "It's you."

The young man often came over to buy sweet potatoes.

Grandma chatted with him: "You haven't been here for a while, have you been busy with work recently?"

Jing recalled, "I went out of town last week."

The twilight was dark, and the wind smoothed the wrinkles at the corners of the old man's eyes.

Grandma propped up the ground with her hands, and stood up in a clunky manner: "How much do you want?"

"These are all."

Grandma would pick two baskets of sweet potatoes to sell every day. When she was lucky, she could sell more than half of them. Her asking price was very low, and two baskets were only a few dozen yuan.

The plastic bags are all packed in plastic bags and are all used.

Grandma picked out the two biggest ones: "Why do you buy so many every time?"

Jing Zhao stood on the side of the road, hunched over and said to the old man, "My family loves to eat."

Granny rubbed off the soil on the sweet potatoes and put them into bags one by one: "These are freshly dug, and it will be sweeter if you leave them for a few days."

He should: "Yeah."

While pretending, Grandma asked, "What kind of work do you do?"

He put it in a more straightforward way: "When people take pictures, sometimes they also take pictures of mountains and water."

"Take pictures." Grandma smiled, many teeth had already fallen out, "Nowadays, people love to take pictures, unlike our generation, whose hometown is in the countryside, everyone is poor, just take a picture once in a lifetime."

Grandma packed the sweet potatoes and hung the handle of the bag on the scale pole.

A basket of sweet potatoes weighed more than ten kilograms, and it was a little difficult for my grandmother to lift them up.

Jing Zhao squatted down: "I'll mention it, you look at the scale."

Granny gave him the scale with a smile and taught him to recognize it.

Grandma's Mandarin is not very standard, and Jing Zhao actually didn't understand much.

When it comes to taking pictures again, Grandma sighed: "At my age, it's time to take another picture."

At this age, it's time to take a photo.

The elderly in many places are like this, taking pictures once in a lifetime, just when they feel they are about to say goodbye to their loved ones.

If it was taken when applying for an ID card, then there is a possibility that it will not be taken again, or it will be too late to take another photo.

If you tell them that there is a profession called photographer, they will not understand.

The two big bags couldn't hold it, and the rest of the grandmothers used small bags. The small bags were not oversized, and they were given to Jing Zhao together.

He put the bag on the ground: "How much?"

33 yuan and fifty cents.

Grandma said, "30 yuan."

Jingzhao only has 100 yuan notes.

Grandma's money is packed in plastic bags, one bag is covered with another bag, several layers are covered, the bag is opened, the money inside is wrapped in cloth, there is not much change, not enough change.

There are convenience stores that are still open on the roadside, and there is a vegetable market just a few steps away.

"I'm going to change the change." Grandma left the baskets uneasy and planned to bring them along.

Jing Zhao said, "Let's look for it next time."

The reflection under the dusk, I don't know why, is always a bit desolate.

The wind doesn't pick people, but everyone blows, making the old man's face red, bending his back, and blowing his eyes into vicissitudes.

Grandma asked him, "Where did you take pictures? Is there a storefront?"

"There is a storefront." He spoke very slowly, "In the north of Shatang, Hongliu Lane."

Grandma stuffed the money into a bag full of sweet potatoes: "Then don't give this money, I'll take pictures in your store next time."

She is almost eighty, and it's time to take a photo. That day, she must wear new clothes and clean herself up.

Jing Zhao agreed: "Okay, I'll shoot for you."

The wind was so strong, Grandma wiped the corners of her eyes and went to clean up the stall with her back on her back. There were not many things, two baskets, a pole, a few newspapers, and an old plastic bag.

When Jing Zhao was helping, he pressed the banknotes under the basket.

"Forgot to ask." Grandma picked up the pole, "Is it expensive for you to take pictures?"

The young man with his back to the setting sun smiled, his eyes were hot, filled with fireworks and the galaxy in the fireworks.

"It's not expensive, these sweet potatoes are enough."

He doesn't charge a standard for taking pictures, sometimes asking for sky-high prices, sometimes as long as two bags of sweet potatoes.

"Thanks to you, I can close the stall early today."

Grandma waved her hand and walked into the twilight with an empty basket. On the street where people came and went, passersby quickened their pace, and the old man with inconvenient legs staggered.

In the distance, the neon lights suddenly turned on, it was time to go home.

Jing Zhao walked to the car, took out his camera, and took a picture of the sunset that was about to set in the west, and a scene of an old man who was already dying.

*****
A HelloKitty wall clock hangs on the wall, and the hour hand goes to the number six.

Ms. Lu Changan, who was playing a dress-up game, heard the door open, and immediately dropped the tablet and ran to the entrance.

It was her eldest baby who came back.

"Zhaobao, you are back."

Jing Zhao came in with two bags of things.

"Why do you carry so many things?" Ms. Lu opened the bag and looked, "What is this?"

"sweet potato."

The eldest baby entered the house. Ms. Lu was wearing floral slippers and followed in small steps: "Did you buy sweet potatoes again?"

Her family Zhaobao also bought several times last week.

"It's pretty sweet," he said.

Ms. Lu was surprised: "Do you like to eat?"

"Ah."

Jing Zhao took the sweet potatoes to the kitchen and opened the cupboard. The ones he bought last time have not been eaten yet.

Jing Hedong was cooking, and the smell of fireworks was strong in the kitchen.

Jing Zhao put the sweet potato in the cupboard: "If you can't finish it, you can take it and distribute it to the tenants."

Ms. Lu: "Oh."

He washed his hands and came out of the kitchen: "I'm going upstairs first."

"It's going to be dinner soon."

"I'll go get something and come down."

He went out again.

Ms. Lu ran to the kitchen. The peppers were a bit choking. She pinched her nose and said, "Husband, why do we Zhaobao like sweet potatoes?"

Jing Hedong was making chili stir-fried pork.

"You're stupid. After Zhaobao lost his sense of smell, he didn't taste so bad. I never heard him say what he likes to eat."

Jing Zhao was injured when he was 19 years old, and he couldn't smell it after that.Although the senses of smell and taste are separate, human taste buds can only distinguish sour, sweet, bitter, salty and fresh. Once the sense of smell is lost, the discrimination of taste will be affected, and the delicate taste cannot be tasted at all.

Even if the food was bad, Jing Zhao couldn't taste it.

Jing Hedong thought about it carefully: "On the street where I set up the stall, there was a grandmother who sold sweet potatoes there, but she didn't sell a few in the afternoon. I guess Zhao Bao was soft-hearted and bought them all."

Ms. Lu Changan held her left hand and her right hand in a prayer gesture, with a motherly love overflowing expression: "Wow, what kind of human angel is our eldest baby!"

The angel on earth went to the nineteenth floor.

He was carrying the box, and he had no free hand to knock on the door.

"Business leader."

　*****
　　Gu Jiang: I announce that Zhao Bao is my new husband. Until the next husband appears, I will never change my love!

　　Shi Jin: What about me?
　　Rong Li: So love will transfer?
　　Jiang Zhi: Scumbag.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)