Meng Xiangbei was indeed thirsty. He put down his luggage, tilted his head back and drank some water. His sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down, with a small tooth mark on it. Lin Zhibai glanced at him secretly, and his fair and handsome face was flushed.
It was inconvenient to eat meat when sitting on the train for several days, so Meng Xiangbei planned to give Lin Zhibai a big meal yesterday. He was very satisfied with the meal. The small tooth mark was left by Lin Zhibai when he was angry after being tortured.
After Meng Xiangbei drank the water, he also reminded Lin Zhibai to drink the water.
The wheels rolled, making a loud humming sound, and the train journey for the two began.
The three-day and two-night train ride was boring. Fortunately, neither of them would get carsick. Lin Zhibai had taken a train when he went to the countryside from City G, but he was in poor health at that time and was exhausted from the train ride. Now, after recuperation, he is in much better health and has gained weight. With his lover by his side, he feels at peace.
For breakfast, Meng Xiangbei bought hot meat buns before getting on the train. For lunch and dinner, Meng Xiangbei bought lunch boxes on the train. He was rich and not stingy, so he bought food that they both liked.
After dinner, Lin Zhibai had nothing to do, so he planned to read a book, but was stopped by Meng Xiangbei.
"The train is bumpy and the light is dim. Reading is bad for your eyes. Let me tell you a story."
Lin Zhibai was surprised and looked at him with his beautiful eyes, "You can also tell stories."
Meng Xiangbei curled his lips into a smile and patted him on the head. "Why, illiterate people are not allowed to tell stories?"
Lin Zhibai glared at him like a kitten with its fur standing on end. "I didn't say that. What do you mean by illiterate? It's obviously you who don't want to learn."
Speaking of this, Lin Zhibai got angry.
Meng Xiangbei's parents died early, and he was a lazy and second-rate person. Reading and writing were nothing to him, and he had no intention of learning them.
Lin Zhibai thought about teaching Meng Xiangbei, but the latter was very busy, running back and forth between the fields, the mountains, and the town. Seeing Lin Zhibai working hard to prepare lessons at night, he didn't want to trouble him. Besides, there were more important things to do at night.
So, after Meng Xiangbei learned basic literacy and arithmetic from Lin Zhibai, he stopped learning and could be considered half illiterate.
While no one around noticed them, Meng Xiangbei reached out with his long arms and pulled Lin Zhibai into his arms, coaxing him in a low voice, "My Xiaobai is so smart, just learn from him. I still like to do business. After all..." He stretched out his voice, speaking mysteriously. Lin Zhibai was curious about what he was going to say next when he heard Meng Xiangbei say, "After all, I have a wife to support. Making money to support the family is more important, don't you think, wife?"
Lin Zhibai's face flushed red, he raised his fist and punched Meng Xiangbei's chest, his eyes wide open, staring at him, "Who is your wife!"
Meng Xiangbei loved his shy and annoyed look, which was so lively and adorable. He said, "Whoever agrees will do it."
When it comes to being shameless and acting like a hooligan, Lin Zhibai can't compare to Meng Xiangbei.
Lin Zhibai was extremely embarrassed and turned away without looking at him, but his heart felt sweet, as if covered with honey.
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After a long train journey, the two finally arrived in Beijing.
It was the first time for both of them to visit Beijing. The largest place they had been to before was L City. Beijing was much more livelier than L City.
The policy allowing individual businesses had just come out. Walking on the streets of Beijing, Meng Xiangbei had keenly noticed that various businesses were appearing in rows.
This era is the easiest time to rise.
"Xiaobai, we're here. This is it."
In front of them was a small courtyard in an alley. Meng Xiangbei took out the key, opened the door, and went in with his luggage.
When Meng Xiangbei went to L City before, he accidentally made a good friend from Beijing. After learning that Meng Xiangbei was interested in developing in Beijing, the friend was willing to rent his old courtyard to him at a low price. After learning that the old courtyard was not far from Capital University, Meng Xiangbei readily agreed.
Although it is called an old courtyard, it is not actually old, it is just not that new. Moreover, it seems that someone cleans it regularly, so it is not dirty.
A small courtyard, two rooms, a kitchen and a bathroom.
Meng Xiangbei and Lin Zhibai were both very satisfied.
Of course, even though there are two rooms, the two of them still sleep together.
After the long journey, both of them were very tired. They ate, took a shower, tidied up and went to bed.
The next day, Meng Xiangbei took the money and went out to buy a cart, a big pot, rice and other things.
Before that, he had already decided what kind of business to do.
He plans to run a small vendor and sell breakfast.
Firstly, when Meng Xiangbei was still in Daohua Village, he went to the black market to do food business. Secondly, he didn't have enough money now and couldn't buy a good store. Thirdly, in this era, no one cared about the mobile vendors. They could make a lot of money by going to where there were more people.
At the beginning, Meng Xiangbei planned to sell porridge, century egg and lean meat porridge, vegetable porridge, red bean and barley porridge, etc., and then add other breakfast items when the business picks up. In addition, his homemade canned fish craftsmanship has not been neglected, and he plans to sell them as well.
Lin Zhibai still had a week before school started, so he stayed to help Meng Xiangbei.
At about four o'clock in the morning, Meng Xiangbei got up. Looking at Lin Zhibai's peaceful sleeping face next to him, he couldn't bear to disturb him, so he tiptoed up alone.
However, even though he moved lightly, Lin Zhibai, who was a light sleeper, still woke up when the sound from the kitchen came.
Lin Zhibai put on his clothes and went to the kitchen. He rubbed his eyes and said unhappily, "You said you would wake me up."
On the big stove, the fragrant porridge was already boiling. It was still dark outside, and the jumping flames from the stove reflected the man's deep, angular face.
Meng Xiangbei stood up and reached out to press the curled up hair on Lin Zhibai's head. The boy, who had just woken up, puffed up his cheeks in anger, and his eyes were soft and moist.
"I just wanted you to sleep a little longer. Okay, my bad, I won't do it again."
Lin Zhibai subconsciously rubbed his head against Meng Xiangbei's palm and said fiercely, "Then you must remember this."
Although Lin Zhibai is thin, he has worked in Daohua Village for several years and is now very skilled in helping Meng Xiangbei.
They worked in an orderly manner, occasionally some teasing could be heard from Meng Xiangbei and shy humming from Lin Zhibai, but he didn't feel tired at all.
At about six o'clock, Meng Xiangbei pushed the cart with porridge on it out. Lin Zhibai locked the yard door and followed him.
"Preserved egg and lean pork porridge, 1.2 yuan per portion."
"Red bean and barley porridge, 1.5 cents per serving."
“…”
Meng Xiangbei asked Lin Zhibai to write down the prices of various porridges on a piece of cardboard in advance. The cart was located in a square where many workers and students would pass by on their way to work and school.
Meng Xiangbei has observed that currently only steamed buns are sold here, so they still have a market. Besides, no one has ever sold porridge for breakfast before.
The rich and fragrant porridge attracted many people instantly as soon as the smell came out.
Meng Xiangbei is responsible for selling, and Lin Zhibai is responsible for finding the money.
It was dawn, the orange sun rose, and the soft sunlight fell on everyone. Meng Xiangbei turned his head to look at Lin Zhibai next to him. He had just given change to an old man and said "goodbye". Perhaps he noticed Meng Xiangbei's gaze, he turned his head and smiled at him. At that moment, Meng Xiangbei felt warm in his heart, and he seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming in spring in his ears.
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