After dinner, Ma Xiaolong continued to sew clothes. Zhusha cleaned up the tables, chairs, dishes, and put on a piece of briquettes. He wiped his hands and walked to the bedside. He picked up the finished fleece and measured it against his body. It seemed to be quite good.
Fits well.
"Don't you want to give it a try?" Ma Xiaolong asked casually, without stopping his hands.
"Can this be worn directly next to the body?" Zhu Sha asked.
"Yes." Ma Xiaolong said: "It's warmer than a sweater and lighter."
"Then let me try." Zhusha picked up the fleece jacket and pants and went to the front bedroom to change clothes.
After a while, Zhusha came back wearing a pink fleece. She stood in front of the wall mirror in the living room, looked left and then again, and was very satisfied.
"How's it going?" Ma Xiaolong looked at her. Although she was only a seven-year-old little loli, her figure and proportions had already begun to take shape. With these two pairs of long legs, she didn't know how many innocent lives would be killed in the future.
"It's quite comfortable." Zhu Sha said with a smile, "The size is also suitable."
"That's for sure. I have a sharp eye. I can tell your size just by looking at it." Ma Xiaolong said proudly.
"hehe."
Zhusha sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, which was several times bigger than the color TV at Ma Xiaolong's house.
"The human cannon is ready at level one...the human cannon, fire!"
"Soldiers of time, come to visit!"
Ma Xiaolong raised his head and took a look. "Dinosaur Express" is equivalent to "Ultraman" in the minds of those born in the 1990s and 2000s. It has been replayed many times in these years and is one of the childhood memories of those born in the 1980s.
Rumble——
The roar of the motorcycle came from far to near, and finally stopped in front of Zhusha's house. It rumbled for a while and then turned off.
Hearing the sound, Zhu Sha immediately stood up and opened the door. Ma Xiaolong did not move. There was the sound of Zhu Sha talking to an adult man at the door. It seemed to be her father. It sounded like he was drunk, and his voice was thick and loud, as if he was afraid that others would not hear.
of.
After a while, Zhu Sha and a man walked in, and Ma Xiaolong took a look.
He is a tall, dark and strong man, he looks about twenty-four or five years old. He has a slicked-back hairdo and a rosy face. He looks quite handsome.
"Hey, where does this little boy come from? Isn't he the Ma Xiaolong that Zhu Sha always talks about?" When the big man saw him, he started to speak in a quack-like manner, which made people feel that he was not easy to deal with.
"It's me, uncle, is Zhu Sha's father?" Ma Xiaolong stopped his sewing and stood up to exchange greetings.
"Yes, I am Zhu Sha's father. He is such a handsome boy. No wonder he can play with my girl." Zhu Sha's father laughed: "Sit down, sit down, have you eaten? If not, uncle will ask the restaurant to deliver some food.
come over."
"I've eaten." Ma Xiaolong didn't sit down in a hurry, but went to get a glass of warm water and brought it to him: "Uncle, drink some water to relieve the hangover."
Zhusha's father smiled brightly and rubbed Ma Xiaolong's head: "Good boy, you can get things done."
Zhu Sha washed a hot towel at this time, waited for her father to finish drinking the water, and patted her father on the face: "Why are you so reluctant to come back today?"
"Stinky girl." Zhusha's father laughed and cursed, wiped his face and said: "We have been talking about a business for several days. We just finished talking about it. I have time to come back and take a rest."
Zhusha didn't ask about the business, and Ma Xiaolong knew in his heart that it was definitely not a serious business.
After wiping his face, Zhusha's father sat on the sofa, looked at Ma Xiaolong and said, "Is Xiaolong sewing clothes for Zhusha?"
"How does uncle know?" Ma Xiaolong asked.
"I asked someone to buy that flannel." Zhusha's father grinned and said, "It's imported, it's expensive!"
"Uncle still has a way." Ma Xiaolong flattered casually. He never hesitated to speak kindly to people who were about to die.
"I love hearing this." Zhusha's father laughed for a moment and asked: "I heard that you made a cotton-padded coat for Zhusha some time ago? Your craftsmanship is pretty good! It's a family tradition?"
"No, it's just a hobby. I'm just a bit talented. Just look at it and you'll be able to do it."
"Haha cough... cough cough cough..." Zhusha's father was choked. He coughed a few times and laughed with tears in his eyes: "You kid, you are quite interesting. No wonder you can play with my daughter."
"We had a good time at the beginning." Ma Xiaolong picked up his sewing again and asked, "Uncle, do you own a restaurant?"
"Yes, hotel." Zhusha's father took out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket and lit one.
The lighter looks quite high-end, with natural blonde hair and big waves on the body.
He took a puff of cigarette, enjoyed it for a moment, and said, "If you have nothing to do in the future, let Zhu Sha take you to the restaurant, sing and dance as you like."
Do you really want to play 'casually'? I'm young, don't lie to me.
Ma Xiaolong laughed dryly and dealt with it.
Zhusha brought the footbath over and put it under her father's feet: "Take off your shoes, take off your socks, soak your feet."
"I have to talk about my daughter." Zhusha's father grinned, took off his shoes, and a stench instantly filled the room.
Ma Xiaolong sniffed: Damn it! My feet are sweaty!
Zhusha frowned and threw her father's shoes and socks into the yard with a look of disgust on her face, then went to the front room to get slippers.
Ma Xiaolong suffered so much that he held his breath for half a minute, his face turned red from holding back.
"Hahaha..." Seeing how uncomfortable he was holding back, Zhusha's father was overjoyed.
"Laugh! Those stinky feet will stink people to death." Zhu Sha walked in with slippers and cursed: "You are so old and you don't know how to wash your feet. If you stink people to death, you have to pay for it!"
"Hey, dad is a stinky man. How can I be a stinky man if my feet don't stink?"
"..."
Ma Xiaolong silently observed the interaction between their father and daughter. He felt that they were no different from ordinary fathers and daughters. To be honest, Zhusha was like her mother at home, while her father was a naughty child.
"Xiaolong, I heard that you got perfect scores in all exams?" Zhusha's father suddenly asked.
"Ah? Well." Ma Xiaolong nodded.
"Okay, he is still a top scholar. If you become a scientist in the future, don't forget your friend Cinnabar."
This was said in a very serious and unexpected way.
Zhu Sha, who was washing her father's socks, stopped what she was doing and turned to look at Ma Xiaolong.
"Uncle, I may not be a scientist in the future." Ma Xiaolong said.
"No matter what you think of it! Anyway, if you have the ability, don't forget Zhusha. Friends you make when you are young can last a lifetime, but friends you make when you grow up are unreliable." Zhusha's father said.
"..." Ma Xiaolong nodded: "As long as Zhu Sha doesn't want to be my wife when she grows up, she will definitely be my lifelong friend."
Cinnabar was confused.
"Uh..." Her father was stunned for a while, leaned back, and laughed: "You brat is interesting, so interesting, hahaha..."
Zhu Sha came back to her senses, feeling ashamed and annoyed: "Who wants to be your wife? It's shameless!"
"Don't be angry, I just said it casually." Ma Xiaolong quickly apologized.
"Hahaha, it's not that easy to marry my daughter." Zhusha's father wiped the tears from his laughter and said, "Grow your skills first! When you can earn 50,000 yuan a year, I will let Zhusha give it to you.
Be a daughter-in-law."
fifty thousand?
Ma Xiaolong was stunned and subconsciously blurted out: "So easy?"
"Huh?" Zhusha's father laughed. Zhusha, who was still embarrassed, was stunned for a moment. Both father and daughter stared at him.
Ma Xiaolong reacted and realized that what he said was too big. Thirty years later... no, even twenty years later, there will be countless people who can meet the requirements, but if it is an ordinary worker who earns more than a hundred dollars a month
In the late 1980s, his tone became a bit loud.
"Uncle is mistaken." Zhusha's father grinned: "But uncle keeps his word. If you make fifty thousand yuan a year, I will marry my daughter to you."
"Hey, uncle, you really like to joke." Ma Xiaolong didn't dare to take what he said seriously. He was only seven years old. He had to wait at least fifteen years to get a wife. At that time, the grass on Cinnabar's father's grave was already two feet high. Where could he propose marriage?
?
"I, Zhu Zhiqiang, spit out my foam and nail my nails. If I tell the truth, there is nothing I can't do." Zhu Zhiqiang threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray and said: "If you want to marry my daughter, work hard. If you don't want to marry me, just be friends. Don't ride on a donkey."
Find a horse, otherwise your boy will end badly."
"Dad!" Zhu Sha stood up suddenly and said angrily: "Stop talking drunkenly and go back to the house to sleep!"
"Hey, daddy is here to help you check things out! You..."
"I don't need you!" Zhu Sha went up and grabbed his arm.
"Hey~ Hi!" Zhu Zhiqiang's upper body staggered: "You stinky girl, don't be too light or too heavy."
"You go!"
"Okay, okay, let me walk!" Zhu Zhiqiang took his feet off the footbath, stepped on his slippers, stood up and said to Ma Xiaolong: "Xiaolong, uncle went to bed first, you guys have fun, if you don't go back at night, you can stay here, and help Zhu Sha by the way.
Make up lessons.”
"Uh, okay."
"Leave!" Zhusha chased her away again.
"You stinky girl, you don't know a good heart..." Zhu Zhiqiang shook his head and left.
Cinnabar closed the door hard and the room became quiet.
"Princess Altasha..."
Okay! It's not quiet, it's just that the atmosphere is a bit awkward.