Chapter 7 The Lin family coachman ()

Chen Zikun was so happy that he almost threw himself over and kissed Mr. Li, but his years of experience in bandit work made him develop a character of not changing his expression before.

"Okay, where is Miss Lin?" Chen Zikun asked calmly.

"It's right at the door, oh, you don't know Miss Lin, I'll let Lao Zhang take you there." Li Dazhao found a school worker and asked him to lead Chen Zikun to the door.

Miss Lin and another chubby female student wearing glasses were standing under the door porch, wearing a velvet hat and cotton gloves hanging around her neck like a little girl, stomping her feet in a cold manner.

"Miss Lin, your coachman is here." The school worker took Chen Zikun to introduce and left.

"So you are our coachman." Miss Lin exclaimed softly, shaking the shoulders of the girl next to her excitedly and said, "Wang Yueqi, it was his words that won the applause of Mr. Hu Shi, and he was invited to attend the class."

Miss Lin's southern Mandarin is sweet and glutinous, and Chen Zikun's bones are so soft that she can't help but straighten her waist, putting one hand on her hips, and putting a self-deprecating look that she thought was very heroic.

Wang Yueqi held up her glasses and spoke extremely fluent in Beijing dialect: "Lin Wenjing, where did your father find such an educated coachman? I'll find one in my house tomorrow."

Lin Wenjing said proudly: "Of course my father is amazing, but it is difficult to find such a well-educated coachman. Maybe there is only one in Beijing."

Wang Yueqi pouted and said, "Then I don't care. I'll lend me the driver next time."

Chen Zikun looked at the freckles on Wang Yueqi's fat face and cursed in his heart: Lend your sister! However, Ergui once told the rules of the nobles of St. Petersburg to pick up girls. If you want to conquer a woman, you must first conquer her best friend. It seems that you must adopt a gentle policy towards this freckle girl.

"Miss Lin, get in the car, I'll take you home, and this Miss Wang, if you go along, you might as well go together." Chen Zikun said with a smile. He has always been quite confident in his smile. The old ladies in the troupe of the big car shop show are fascinated by this, but he has always been guarding his body like jade, and the one who is waiting for an angel-like girl like Miss Lin.

But the two ladies turned a blind eye to their charming smiles and got into the car on their own. Wang Yueqi smiled heartlessly and said, "Lin Wenjing, your coachman is really interesting. He can borrow flowers to offer Buddha. How did he know that we are neighbors?"

The lines prepared by Chen Zikun were useless. In his idea, Miss Lin should have asked him shyly: "What's your name?" Then she could say coldly and pretentiously, "My name is Chen Zikun, whose courtesy name is Kunwu, and the name is picked up by Professor Chen Duxiu for me."

Unfortunately, this was all gone. The two girls were not interested in knowing the name of a coachman, so they got into the rickshaw and ordered: "Uncle, go back to Houzhai Hutong on Shifuma Street."

Uncle, it’s Uncle again, Chen Zikun’s heart was broken, and he thought to himself, why did I return my uncle to my beard? Oh my God, I am a young man in his prime.

OK, then I will let you two girls see what sculls are. Chen Zikun pulled up the car and ran forward like a flying car. Wang Yueqi giggled: "Carrier, run quickly and catch up with the car in front."

Chen Zikun looked up and saw a purple-painted rickshaw in front of him, which was pulled very quickly. There was a bronze medal at the back of the carriage with the words "Xu Mansion for Self-use" written on it.

Humph, you fat girl with glasses dare to give orders to me. Chen Zikun was furious. Not only did he not speed up, but he slowed down and changed from running to jogging.

"Lin Wenjing, is your coachman not full?" Wang Yueqi teased deliberately.

Lin Wenjing whispered: "Uncle, please hurry up, our classmates are ahead, we have something to look for him."

Chen Zikun then accelerated his pace, caught up with the rickshaw in front, and walked in line with it. On the car was a handsome boy, with a black serge student outfit, seven shiny copper buckles, and a gentle face under the student hat.

"Xu Tingge, President Xu, why are you walking so fast?" Wang Yueqi said sharply.

The handsome boy turned his head and looked at them, frowned: "Is there anything wrong?"

"I just want to ask you, will you go and listen to Mr. Gu Hongming's class on Monday?"

"Oh, I will definitely go to Mr. Gu's class."

"That's great, let's go too."

"Do you preparatory students also like to listen to Mr. Gu's classes?"

"Who doesn't like the master of teaching and teaching the Chinese and Western languages, who has a thirteen doctoral degree in foreign languages?"

Xu Tingge and Wang Yueqi were talking, but Lin Wenjing lowered her head and said nothing. Chen Zikun felt relieved: It’s still our Jinger who is well-educated and understands the rules. It’s so natural for men and women to openly talk on the street. Wang Yueqi is really not a good child.

However, he did not notice that the coachman of Xu, the coachman of the University of Science and Technology, had already started to compete with him. The coachman who was pulling a month-long journey was usually young and strong men, especially those who pulled carts for the house gate. He was even more elite in the rickshaw industry. He was tall and had long legs, excellent explosive power and endurance, and his skills in pulling a cart were also very good.

The coachman of the Xu family was wearing a neat blue cloth cotton jacket, tied his legs, and was full of energy. He glanced at Chen Zikun disdainfully, and his feet accelerated, more than half a parking space.

Chen Zikun was furious. It was so fucking that the tiger fell into Pingyang and was bullied by dogs. Even a cart puller dared to challenge me with two guns and fast legs. Could it be that the word "fast legs" in my font is a false reputation? He spread his legs and accelerated his pace and surpassed the Xu family's rickshaw. The driver there was not willing to be outdone, and also accelerated his speed. The two chased each other and soon arrived at the intersection. The Xu family's rickshaw turned toward Dong'anmen. Before leaving, the driver nodded at Chen Zikun with a reserved feeling, feeling that heroes cherish each other.

"Goodbye to senior." Wang Yueqi waved her handkerchief reluctantly and said to Lin Wenjing quietly: "How is it, it's very handsome. Senior is the prince charming in my heart."

"Yeah, so handsome." Lin Wenjing nodded.

"It's so cool, you can tell at a glance that he's a fool." Chen Zikun cursed in his heart.

Fortunately, Wang Yueqi's home was nearby. She got out of the car and walked back by herself. Chen Zikun finally waited for the opportunity to enjoy the world of two people alone with Lin Wenjing. He secretly turned around and was about to chat with him, but saw Lin Wenjing frowning, completely losing the liveliness and cheerfulness he had just now.

"My wife must have encountered something unhappy." Chen Zikun's heart ached and he felt pity. He swallowed the lines he had prepared back.

When he arrived at the entrance of Lin's house in Houzhai Hutong, Shifuma Street, the lady got out of the car and entered. Chen Zikun also moved the car into the yard. The servant Lin's mother came over and said, "A Chen, my wife calls you."

Mr. Lin and Mrs. Lin were sitting in the living room of the downward seat, holding a tea bowl in their hands, and in the shape of a master, Chen Zikun stood up in his head when he entered the door, neither humble nor arrogant.

The wife looked at Chen Zikun up and down a few times, her nose wings twitched twice, and said in the Shanghai-style Mandarin, "Xiao Chen, right? You go out first."

Before he could speak, he let him go out first. Chen Zikun and two-year-old King Kong were confused and had to go out first. As soon as he went out, he heard his wife say, "This coachman is not good, and his body is full of stench. We can't use unhygienic servants in our family."

Chen Zikun was furious and lowered his head to smell it. Although it smelled a little, it was not too much. Besides, there were no men that didn’t smell bad, and it was healthier to smell bad.

Mr. Lin said slowly: "It's not good to do this. He is the coachman introduced by Zhou Shuren in the Ministry. He can't refute Mr. Zhou's face."

The wife said: "In this case... let him send Wenjing to school specifically, and you can also pay less. Also, you can't let him live in our house."

Mr. Lin was still wandering, but Chen Zikun was overjoyed. Not to mention giving him less wages, he would be happy to pay a few dollars a month.

From now on, I will become my wife's full-time coachman. Chen Zikun thought happily and began to make up for it by himself:

It was drizzling, and I pulled the rickshaw by myself through a long rainy alley. Lin Wenjing stood tall with a paper umbrella at the end of the alley, like a lilac with sorrow...

"A Chen, Madam lets you in." Lin's mother interrupted Chen Zikun's dream. He hurriedly wiped the saliva from his mouth and entered the living room again.

"A Chen, both sir and I don't use cars. You just need to send the lady to school and the young master to kindergarten. The family's work is taken care of by Lin's mother and Uncle Zhang, and you don't need to help. When you are fine, you can sweep the floor, water the flowers, wipe the table, etc. We have just moved here and the house has not been cleaned yet. You should go home to live, which is more convenient." The wife didn't look at him, and her two thin lips flew up and down.

"Sure, do whatever your wife says." Chen Zikun said as if he was very honest.

"Okay, you go back and clean up first, take a shower and change your clothes. Tomorrow is Sunday, so don't have to come here. Come here again at 7:30 the morning after tomorrow." Maybe it was because Chen Zikun was easy to bully, and his wife didn't mention the salary at all.

"Then I'll leave first, see you madam and see you sir." Chen Zikun bowed and turned around and left.

...

"The big girl is so beautiful that she is so lazy. The big girl walks into the green gauze tent..." Chen Zikun hummed all the way back to the slum in Liushu Hutong outside Xuanwu Gate.

The yard was full of joy, and a man was surrounded by neighbors in the center for his well-being. He wore a hat and a blue railway uniform. He had a suitcase next to his feet. His face was shaved and his whole body was clean and tidy, with an indescribable spirit. Xiao Shunzi, Baoqing, and Guoer were all around him, and he was extremely excited. The uncles and uncles also had a big front door cigarette in their hands, and they all smiled happily.

"You are Chen Zikun? I've heard about you, thanks to you last night." The man found Chen Zikun, separated everyone and stretched out his right hand to him.

Chen Zikun knew that this was the new style of doing it, which was called shaking hands, which was the same as holding fists and bowing. He stretched out his right hand without hesitation and squeezing the sea, feeling that the other party's palm was wide, warm, and full of strength.

"My name is Zhao Dahai. I work on the railway. If you don't dislike it, just follow them and call me Dahai Brother."

"Brother Dahai." Chen Zikun shouted. He could see from the first glance that this man had a very contagious free and heroic manner. He had only discovered the same temperament in Dapiao.

"Dahai, you guys, you don't go home all year round. You finally come back for the New Year. Even the door of the house doesn't come in, and your kids don't know you anymore." The old man with a loud voice scolded yesterday with a smile. He looked at the eyebrows and looked like the two of them, and they should be a family.
Chapter completed!