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Chapter 508 Observation (2)

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    She also looked out the window for a long time: "Director Sun and the others are not here either. Who are you waiting for?"

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Why not let Wei Jingjing and the others follow, and just she and Boyan drove a car.  If something happens, it's not convenient to run.

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

    Xia Siyu was even more surprised: "Who are you looking at? Let me be healthy."

    There are only a few roads in this town.  Because the wind and sand are strong in the northwest and it is on the Loess Plateau, the entire road is filled with dust as soon as you drive through it.

    Now that people¡¯s lives are better, there are many cars in such remote areas.  But the car is good, but the road is still narrow, with only four lanes and no greening.  Moreover, more than half of the road was occupied by people setting up stalls.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????¡­  The vegetable seller, selling all kinds of food and gadgets, was shouting and drinking, but you couldn't tell who he was looking at.  There is that beautiful girl who can be prettier than her.  Or there is that handsome guy who is far more handsome than him, and he feels ashamed of himself.

    But looking around, I can¡¯t see a few people getting their heads and faces done.  Today is a working day. Most young people and students have gone to work and study. Most of the people who come out are women with children and older people.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Is there any acquaintance here?  There aren't many good things to look at.

    Xia Siyu looked at Boyan with a puzzled look on his face. He picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and then said with a smile: "The woman below is a fishmonger. She has a five-year-old son and a daughter who is in primary school. Her daughter has good grades.  My husband is a supermarket salesman. The old man is in poor health and should be hospitalized. She is rushing back to cook and deliver it to her mother-in-law at noon."

    Xia Siyu turned around: "How do you know?"

    "She has fish scales on her head, and there are more than one. She is wearing a vest with a logo from a certain brand in the supermarket next to her. She is buying chickens and making soup for the patients at noon. She is holding a thermos bucket in her hand for delivering meals. She said  She has two children to take care of, and her husband is at work. Obviously the elderly person who is helping her take care of the children is sick. She has a schoolbag on her back. Her younger son has one more year to go to school, and my daughter did very well in the exam last week."

    Xia Siyu frowned: "So?"

    Bo Yan added: "The writer Gorky and his friends Andreev and Bunin were observing a new person who came in for three minutes in a restaurant in the city to see who could observe accurately. Andreev and Bunin.  Leev and Bunin each 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 he has a knot."  A tie with small yellow dots. The nails on his little finger were abnormal and there was a black mole on his neck.' They also concluded that this man was a liar. Later, they asked the waiter at the restaurant and found out that the man was indeed a liar.  fraud."

    Bo Yan raised his head: "In the history of literature, there are many writers of this kind of experience and observation. There was an American writer who, in order to experience the life in the slums, dressed up as a homeless man and entered the slums. He ate and slept with them.  , got along well, and made many friends. Three months later, he wrote a book "People in the Abyss". This person is called Jack London. Although literature and acting skills cannot be generalized, you cannot imagine many details of life out of thin air.  You have to learn to observe.¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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