He was born in a farmer in Henan Province, has peach blossom eyes, is well-trained in human nature, is hot on the outside and cold on the inside, guides his lover and controls his family like a daddy.
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What bothers Ye Sheng the most is the half-grown gangsters.
Especially the kind of kid who is thirteen or fourteen years old, wears loose clothes that are not commensurate with his figure, smokes a cigarette, and thinks he is very cool. He often sees this kind of people when he goes to the county town - they can't study, they can't work, and they are idle all day long. Ye Sheng has seen too many people like this.
This kind of rebellious person thinks that being cold-faced and ignoring others is cool.
He didn't like this kind of child, especially if he thought about his sister being entangled with such a person...
So in the early summer of June, in the hot and noisy electronics factory workshop in Guangzhou, Ye Sheng subconsciously noticed Yan Ping among a group of tall, short, fat and thin people.
The child stood among a group of new summer workers. He was thin but not weak, like a bamboo pole that was bent by the wind but bounced back tenaciously. Wearing a cartoon black T-shirt, the neckline was loose after washing, revealing the clear collarbone line. A pair of wrinkled jeans were worn underneath, and the knees were worn white. The most eye-catching thing was the look in his eyes - he looked like he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but his eyes were filled with wariness and aloofness that was inconsistent with his age, and everything he looked at was tinged with thorns.
What to pretend to be. Ye Sheng sneered in his heart. He had seen too many of these little brats who pretended to be aloof. They just wanted to look different.
After all, he is a little bastard with no rules.
But in the next few days, Ye Sheng was a little surprised.
During the break, other half-grown children gathered together to brag and play cards, while he squatted alone in the shade outside the factory building, knitting things with the wire he picked up.
Ye Sheng passed by once and saw his fingers flying, thin wires twisting and bending around his fingertips, and soon turned into a crooked but vivid grasshopper.
After finishing editing, Yan Ping took a look at the iron grasshopper and seemed satisfied. Then he stood up, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, and then quickly walked to the garbage dump in the back alley of the factory area - there was a stray dog with a lame hind leg there, which usually lay in the shadows.
Yan Ping squatted down and put the iron grasshopper in front of the dog's nose. The dog sniffed and turned his head away without interest. Yan Ping clicked his tongue, took out half a piece of steamed bun left over from the morning from his pocket, tore it into small pieces and put it together with the iron grasshopper.
"Eat, silly dog." His voice was very low, with a hint of impatience, "After you finish eating, get out of here and don't let anyone see me feeding you."
The dog wags its tail and eats. Yan Ping squatted there and watched for a few seconds, then suddenly stretched out his hand and rubbed the dog's head twice, laughing while rubbing it. His movements were rough, like a fight. After rubbing it, he stood up suddenly and kicked the dog's butt lightly: "Let's go!"
"Hun" is a layer of crab shell floating on Yan Ping's body. ——The crab meat under the shell is tender and white, making you... Mouth-watering.
Concept: Peasants and workers return to online literature in a posture full of sexual tension
