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There is a big quilt covering the popsicle cart.
The young man was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, was sweating profusely, had dry lips, and his hair looked a little long. That was the hairstyle his sister had designed for him. The brother and sister jokingly named it "knife-cut hair."
Every time after selling one, the two strong and powerful arms lifted the cart again and continued to sell by shouting and pushing the cart along the way.
My sister used this cart to push flour and soybean oil, and my brother used it to push Arctic Ocean soda and popsicles.
"Red beans, red fruits, soda, and cream popsicles!"
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"Sister, I, I'm a little embarrassed to ask someone to buy fried dough sticks. You said I'm not as good as you as a man."
"Sister, you're almost done eating this fried dough twist, so don't let it dry out."
"Sister, my buddy wants to get together. Fifteen dollars, no, ten dollars is fine."
Across the street, Bi Yue, who was holding a pair of plastic sandals in her arms, slowly began to shake her shoulders more and more violently.
Thick mist gathered in her big, watery eyes.
She seldom cries, and she particularly dislikes crying in front of others, but today, on this sunny afternoon, she couldn't help crying.
I tried to speak several times, but my throat seemed to be blocked by something.
Bi Yue knew that she looked ugly because she was crying so hard that she almost fainted, but she was very happy.
Tears are for nothing, or perhaps, for everything.
"Young man, look at that girl across the street. Does she know you?"
The old lady pulled her little grandson who was jumping up and down, and amid the little grandson's happy shouting, she took the popsicle and reminded Bicheng.
Bi Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm and turned his head to look...
He instinctively wanted to dodge, turned his head again, raised the cart with both hands and was about to run, but...
A few seconds later, Bi Cheng turned his head again and looked at his biological sister Bi Yue. Looking at his sister's tearful eyes, he smiled stiffly and unnaturally and scratched his head.
She handed a popsicle to Bi Yue's mouth and bent down to her in a flattering manner: "Sister, have a bite to cool down. You look like you're about to cry yourself to death."
Bi Yue, who was crying and hiccuping, wiped the tears from her face with her palms:
"Brother! Why didn't you listen? You even lied to me and asked me for money to get together with Luo Gang! Morning, noon, and night, you work so hard to make money, you? You!"
Bi Yue waved away the hand that handed her the popsicle and punched Bi Cheng in the chest with her little fist:
"Why don't you listen to me?! You're still growing, you deserve a beating if you do this!"
What could Bi Cheng do? He coaxed her. It was his first time coaxing a woman, and the woman he coaxed was his sister.
He swore to heaven that he would do this little work as if it were a piece of cake, and then he muttered to Bi Yue and made eyes at her:
"Aren't we going to do a big business? I'm just making money. Sister, it's settled now. Wait until I give you fifteen dollars."
Bi Yue took two bites of the popsicle and finally felt less confused. She was almost crying, and the weather was so hot!
"I've calculated it, and it'll be enough for the two of us to last until summer vacation. That old man's shirt is only about two or three dollars a piece! There's no need for you to bother with lunch!"
Under Bi Yue's pressure, Bi Cheng pushed the cart towards the small warehouse he rented, occasionally shouting and hawking:
"Sister, I will sell popsicles before the summer vacation. I can earn enough to buy at least ten old men's shirts. It will be hard for a few days. Don't stop me, okay?" They negotiated.
His sister's response was to suddenly turn around and run away.
Bi Yue still held the pair of white plastic sandals in her arms. She ran to the shoe stall again:
"Sister, give me a pair of black ones, made of pure leather!" She had just picked out this pair of sandals for her eldest brother.
"What size feet?"
"Number 43."
It turns out that some things, when a sister *********s to her brother, are instinctive and cannot be controlled.
It was also at this time that the stretched nerve in Bi Yue's heart, which held the idea that people in future generations should have a "degree" when interacting with each other, broke.
She has two younger brothers, one living with her son and one living in her hometown. She is the older sister, and she understands what an older sister is.
There is no need to choose words or sentences before speaking, and there is no need to think about whether the other person will be happy.
Throughout your life, you should keep a warm heart, not be afraid of being disappointed, shoulder things together, go through difficulties together, and enjoy happiness together!
"Oh, sister, how can I wear that with my stinky feet?!" Pushing the cart, Bi Cheng stamped his feet anxiously. He was still wondering what his sister had done when she ran away. Was she really crying and confused?
Bi Cheng despised Bi Yue for being a spendthrift. Since she was the elder sister and not the younger brother, he wanted to teach her a lesson but Bi Yue started to speak anxiously... "Red beans, red fruits, soda, and cream popsicles!" He wanted to hurry up and earn back the money for the leather sandals.
The siblings didn't know at the moment that in a small village far away in the northeast, surrounded by mountains on three sides, their father, Bi Tiegang, with his lame leg supported, lowered his head and begged a young man who was more than 20 years younger than him:
"Da Shuanzi, your uncle's legs are weak, but look at my arms, they are strong enough to help people with cement and build a house. I guarantee I can do it well."
The young man, holding a cigarette butt in his mouth, waved his hand dismissively:
"Uncle Gangzi, it's not that I don't give you face, but the people who are looking for work must have experience in building houses or be able to climb up and down. They can fill in wherever there is a shortage of people. You can't do that!"
Bi Tiegang quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket and continued to discuss:
"Da Shuanzi, when Dacheng was at home, didn't you two talk? You have a good relationship. Besides, let's put aside your uncle's face. Look at my Xiaoyue and Dacheng. They are both studying at universities in Kyoto. The tuition..."
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