It was winter, and it was seven in the morning and it was not yet fully bright.

Zhou Xiaotian actually woke up and just didn't think about it. He closed his eyes and stayed in Zhou Muqing's warm and soft arms. There was a nice smell in his master's arms. He could only smell it when he was not paying attention. If he smelled it seriously, it would disappear. She didn't have it. Maybe she would have it when she grew up in the future?

Feeling the master moved, she secretly opened her eyes and looked at her. Zhou Muqing was staring at her. Zhou Xiaotian quickly closed his eyes and pretended not to wake up and smacked his lips.

"get up!"

Zhou Muqing's voice was cold, she was hoarse, a little hoarse and very magnetic.

Zhou Xiaotian continued to pretend to be asleep, but within a few seconds, Zhou Muqing was lifted up and wanted to find her clothes but couldn't find them. Zhou Muqing remembered that she had climbed over in the middle of the night last night, and immediately put her back on the bed, got up and put on her clothes, went to the next door to take Zhou Xiaotian's clothes in.

When Zhou Muqing was wearing clothes, Zhou Xiaotian hid in the quilt and looked at it secretly. She was very disappointed and did not see the scar on Zhou Muqing's belly... Other children said that their mother had scars on her belly, which were left behind when she gave birth to them.

Oh yes, she was picked up from the garbage dump.

"Master, why did you pick me up? Didn't you pick up a few more children?"

"You think you'd pick up a few more cabbage!"

Zhou Muqing took her out again, helped Zhou Xiaotian put on his pants in a few seconds, then slapped her in the butt, folded the quilt a few times on the head of the bed, and went out to make breakfast.

In 2001, I used a gas stove. There was a coal stove in the house for boiling water. There was a kettle sitting on it. Zhou Muqing took the pot down and changed it to a few pieces of honeycomb coal, and poured a little hot water in the pot into the basin, waiting for Zhou Xiaotian to come out to wash his face.

The breakfast was noodles. The noodles were made by Zhou Muqing. Cut a little shredded green onion, pour some vinegar, and put a poached egg on it. It was delicious. In Zhou Xiaotian's opinion, this was much better than the meat fried in shredded potatoes.

“I’m going to school.”

After dinner, Zhou Xiaotian shouted with his schoolbag in his arms, took two steps and turned around and reminded him: "Don't forget that you said you went to the bathhouse today!" Zhou Muqing thought for a while, put on his coat and took her to the school gate, and came back alone.

Sitting by the coal stove and warming his hands, Zhou Muqing picked up the extracurricular books that Zhou Xiaotian asked to buy. He read half of them yesterday. They were a bunch of spicy chicken books that made children full of fantasy. At that time, it was not considered spicy chicken books, and the Internet had not been popular yet, so everyone took it seriously.

Halfway through the coal stove, the water on the coal stove boiled and made a sharp whistle. Zhou Muqing put the book on, added water to the two hot pots, then filled a pot of cold water and continued to put it on the stove, and then sat by the stove to read the book.

After reading a book, she stretched and looked out the door. She couldn't help but think: Maybe her family was captured by aliens, otherwise why would this happen? Overnight, several people suddenly disappeared without a trace and could not find them no matter how they looked for them.

Only a cold letter and a few short words were left.

Otherwise, there is no reason to live a good life, why would the family suddenly disappear?

Bermuda is on the sea. It is difficult to verify any accidents at sea. The accidents in life are so sudden. Even if they die, they will have corpses, instead of disappearing completely, as if they have never existed.

Zhou Muqing frowned, a strand of hair fell, and was pulled behind her ears. She took out Nokia from her pocket and looked at it. She quietly and quietly, without any incoming calls or text messages.

She sighed, it would be great if she had a cell phone at that time, and she had thought about it more than once.

At noon, he roasted two buns on the coal stove and ate them, and then sealed the stove. Zhou Muqing brought a mastoon and a big cloth to the street near the department store in the city. The stall spread out and sat down at the corner of the street, staring at passers-by with half-squinted eyes.

There are small stalls selling clothes and toys on the street, which are wholesale from other places and then placed here for sale. The malls are full of famous brands, and it is relatively cheap here and bargaining is easy to talk about, but the stalls have to be rented. For a business like her, she can only take a corner with no people at the end of the street, and there will always be people passing by.

She is not the only one on this street. There is a one-eyed old man in the distance. Since the woman came, his business has been taken away. He could only be a waste of money, but he was a little bit too much for a day, but this ghost woman may have made more money than him after coming for a few days. She can only get rich by relying on this.

"Sister, you're here!"

The stall had just been put on for a while, and the nearby uncle came over with an aunt. Zhou Muqing looked up and the uncle continued, "This is my aunt. Her son is 27 years old and is not married. He is thirty. You can show her what's going on, when will he have a marriage? Her son... Auntie, tell me the date of birth of Xiao Wei."

Zhou Muqing sat down and didn't move. This uncle was the owner of a nearby shoe seller. She had just set up a stall here and showed them a few times when she was idle. She didn't ask for money at that time, and she was just chatting. Now it was the time to collect money.

The uncle is superstitious about Zhou Muqing now. Zhou Muqing said that he would not come out today, and he could clean up the stall immediately and go home.

His aunt was still hesitating, and two people came over next to her, no longer worried. She quickly thought about taking out her pocket to pay. Zhou Muqing shook her head, "Look first, give me money if you can say anything."

The one-eyed old man sat here all morning but didn't receive any business. When he saw her coming, he opened his door. After thinking about it, he sneaked up and pretended to be nothing, eavesdropping on how others were doing business.

Zhou Muqing didn't care. If he could understand this one or two sentences, it would have been useless for the more than ten years that his master taught her.

After finishing the matter, I collected the money and continued to sit in the corner with my eyes narrowed and watched the pedestrians traveling on the street, not knowing what I was thinking.

"She said Nian Hong... What kind of star moves? Serena William got married?" The aunt was skeptical. She was really anxious for so long and hadn't seen anyone else, but she was so determined and unhesitant that she really made people wonder if it was nonsense.

"Wait, aunt!" The uncle went back to his stall and went to the other side of the stall owner. This kind of mysterious thing is their favorite thing to hear. If the aunt's son is really married next year, they can gossip for the rest of their lives. In another twenty years, they will mention it. That child of whom could not find a wife at the beginning, but later they said that he was Balabala...

The happiness of ordinary people is that simple.

The night in winter came earlier. When the sunset was setting, Zhou Muqing collected the stall and passed by the booth selling shoes. When she saw the uncle greeting her, she smiled and nodded, looked at the goods on the stall carefully, pointed to a pair of children's cotton shoes and said, "This?"

"Do you want to buy it?" The uncle was stunned for a moment.

Zhou Muqing nodded slightly.

The uncle looked around, stretched out his two fingers and whispered: "These pair are of good quality, cost price, and they don't make a penny, don't tell anyone."

When Zhou Muqing paid the money and was about to leave, he looked at the uncle's eyes, smiled, and moved his hands in his sleeves, "Six hundred and three."

"What?"

The uncle was confused, but Zhou Muqing left, carrying a stool and shoes, and her steps were not too fast, so she wanted to pick up Zhou Xiaotian from school.

The uncle who sold shoes thought about it and decided to work with his friend next to him, but he didn't know what it meant, what six hundred and three?

She made so much today?

When it was getting dark, the stalls were put away one after another. He counted the money in his bag, which was 653 yuan. But he frowned with a fifty-yuan bill in his hand, rubbed it and looked at the horizon.

"Hold!"

Received a fake note.

That's 603...

Six hundred and three?

He was stunned, lowered his head and counted the money again, and then looked at the streets, and the figure was gone.

"What's wrong? Have you received fake money?" The stall owner next to him has packed up his stall. There are a lot of fake money these days, and if you don't pay attention, you will be cheated.

"I sold 653 yuan today."

"fine."

"A fifty-year-old fake bill."

"I'm unlucky, don't see clearly..."

Halfway through the conversation, the other party was stunned, scratched his head, and said incredibly: "She kept staring at your stall to see how much you sell?"

"I put it out in the morning and she will come in the afternoon."

The two of them looked at each other and then at the far corner of the street.

After a moment, the man asked, "If I bought you a pair of shoes now, would she be wrong?" He didn't want to believe such a magical thing.

"...it should be considered?" The uncle didn't know, and he didn't understand the meaning of doing so. He looked at the man, "Do you buy it?"
Chapter completed!