Chapter 520: Observation (2)

She also looked out the window for a long time: "Director Sun and the others

are not here either, who are you waiting for?"

And waiting for someone, why didn't you let Wei Jingjing and the others

follow? Only she and Bo Yan drove a car. In case something happens, it is not

convenient to run.

Bo Yan shook his head: "I'm not waiting for someone. I'm looking at people."

Xia Siyu is even more strange: "Who are you looking at? Let me Kangkang."

There are just a few roads in this town. Because the northwest is windy and

sandy, and it is on the Loess Plateau, the whole road will be dusty as soon as

you drive.

Now people are living well, and there are many cars in such remote areas. But

when the car is ready, the road is still a narrow one with only four lanes and

no greenery. Moreover, more than half of the road was occupied by various

stalls.

The contacts are all local accents, and even a few people speak Mandarin. The

vegetable seller, selling all kinds of food, and drinking gadgets, can't tell

who he is looking at. There is that beautiful girl who can look better than

her. Or there is that handsome guy, who is much handsomer than him, he is

ashamed of himself.

But it seems that I can't see a few people with straight faces. Today is a

working day. Most of the young people and students have gone to work to study.

Most of the people who came out were women with children, as well as older

people.

Is there any acquaintance here? There are not a few good ones.

Xia Siyu looked at Bo Yan with a puzzled look. He picked up his teacup, took a

sip, and then smiled and said, "The woman below is a fishmonger. She has a

five-year-old son and a daughter who is in elementary school. Her daughter is

doing well. My husband is a supermarket salesman. The old man is in poor

health and should be in the hospital. She is rushing to go home to cook and

send it to her mother-in-law at noon.

Xia Siyu turned his head: "How do you know?"

"She has fish scales on her head, and there are more than one piece. The

clothes on her body are a LOGO vest of a certain brand in the supermarket next

to her. She is buying chicken and stewing soup for the patient at noon. She

holds a thermos barrel in her hand for food delivery. She said She has to take

two children. Her husband is at work. Obviously, it is the elderly who helped

her to take care of the children. She is carrying a schoolbag on her back. The

youngest son has one year to go to school. The daughter did well in the exam

last week."

Xia Siyu frowned: "So what?"

Bo Yan said: "The writer Gorky and his friends Andreev and Bunin, in a

restaurant in the city, observe a new person who comes in immediately for 3

minutes to see who is accurate. Ander Leyev and Bunin had their own opinions,

but Gorky observed the most carefully, "This man is about thirty-five years

old, thin, wearing a dark gray double-breasted wool suit, an orchid-colored

shirt, and his knot He wears a tie with a little yellow flower. The nail on

his little finger is a little abnormal, and there is a mole on his neck.' He

also concluded that this man is a liar. Later, they asked the guy at this

restaurant, that man is indeed a man. con man."

Bo Yan raised his head: "In the history of literature, there are many writers

of this kind of experience and observation. In order to experience life in the

slum, an American writer dressed himself as a tramp and entered the slum. He

ate and slept with them. He mined and made a lot of friends. Three months

later, he wrote a book called "People in the Abyss". This man is called Jack

London. Although literature and acting skills cannot be generalized. But there

are many details of life that you cannot imagine in a vacuum. You have to

learn to observe."