While there was still some time before the banquet started, Liu Handong followed Huo Lianhe to the entrance of the village. No. 13 was an old house, a triple courtyard, with a pond full of duckweed in front of the door. The house was dilapidated, with thatched roofs, and part of the
The wall has collapsed and no one has lived there for a long time.
"Just hire a few masons to clean it up." Huo Lianhe seemed to want to make this business a success.
Liu Handong also felt that it didn't matter. It was mainly for cats anyway. It didn't matter if it was shabby. He took out his mobile phone and took a photo and sent it to Song Shuang. He soon received a call: "Is this the house? I'll be there right away."
Today is Sunday. Song Shuang came out from home and wanted to take a taxi, but none of the dozens of cars that came over were empty. He finally waited for an empty car. When the driver heard that he was going to Huahuo Village, he immediately shook his head and refused: "It's not the way, no."
go."
Song Shuang ran to catch the bus, but couldn't get on the bus. He was so angry that he took out his cell phone and pressed it, sending a message asking Liu Handong to pick him up.
Liu Handong had just returned to Beef Village and was helping the mountain cannons to organize. After receiving the message, he hesitated and decided to pick up Song Shuang and help people to the end. Since he agreed, he did it in one stop and said hello to the mountain cannons saying that he had something to do.
, Shan Pao raised his voice and said: "Hurry up, we won't open the banquet if you don't come."
Twenty minutes later, the white Fukang parked next to Song Shuang. The car window lowered, revealing Liu Handong's angular profile.
"Get in the car." Liu Handong said.
Song Shuang walked over and opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.
"Fasten your seat belt." Liu Handong glanced at her.
Song Shuang hurriedly buckled his seat belt. Before he could retract his hand, Fukang rushed out, darting left and right in the traffic. Song Shuang stumbled around, but it was really fun. He passed other cars all the way and was never overtaken by others.
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The red light ahead was flashing, but Liu Handong did not step on the accelerator to rush for the red light. Instead, he took off the accelerator and slid over in gear, stopping steadily in front of the parking line.
"Why didn't you rush over? You should have had time." Song Shuang asked puzzledly.
"Gasline is too expensive, it only costs two yuan per kick." Liu Handong said.
A white Ma VI caught up from behind, stopped side by side, and rolled down the windows. The driver was a young man. He extended his middle finger and at the same time hit the accelerator with his big foot, meaning he wanted to compete. He was probably overtaken just now.
, feeling unhappy.
"Hey, he is provoking you." Song Shuang was afraid that the world would not be in chaos.
Liu Handong was answering the phone, and Shan Pao urged him again. When he heard Song Shuang's words, he snorted coldly, moved his feet slightly, and roared with the accelerator, indicating that he accepted the opponent's challenge.
The seconds at the red light were counting down. Just before the red light went out, the two cars started almost at the same time. Song Shuang saw Liu Handong's right hand quickly shifting gears. The high-speed engine unique to French cars made a deafening roar. Fukang temporarily
He was half a car ahead, but the Ma Liu was not good at it either. The young man stepped on the accelerator and overtook him again due to his large displacement.
However, this is not an empty track after all, but a busy street. The large displacement is of no use. The main test is driving skills. Liu Handong effortlessly left this overestimating challenger behind and ate the exhaust gas.
Song Shuang lowered the window and stretched out his arm, pointed his middle finger at the car behind him, and said with a wide smile: "Liu Handong, you are really good at driving, please teach me."
"Okay, in a word, if there are only meat people and no meat cars, even if Schumacher is willing to give you gas, he won't be able to catch you." Liu Handong said while driving.
"It's over?" Song Shuang looked very unhappy.
"It's over." Liu Handong continued to drive.
When they arrived at Tiezha Street, Liu Handong took Song Shuang to see the house first. The courtyard of the house was dilapidated and Song Shuang was not satisfied. However, the price here was really low, only 500 yuan a month, and renting for two years with a discount was only 10,000 yuan. For
It is very suitable for small animal protection associations with limited funds.
"I'll go back and discuss it with them," Song Shuang said.
Liu Handong drove Song Shuang to Tiezha Street. When Shan Pao saw him from a distance, he waved and shouted: "I'm waiting for you."
"Then you go back first, I won't see you off if I have something else to do." Liu Handong said to Song Shuang.
"Oh." Song Shuang was obedient and got off the station and waited for a taxi on Tiezha Street. Liu Handong parked the car on the side of the road and was pulled into the Beef Village by Shan Pao. He sat in a specially separated private room with all the wine and food.
He was a respectable person on the street. The wine glasses were already full, and everyone was yelling at Liu Handong to punish himself with three drinks.
Liu Handong was also unequivocal. He picked up his wine glass and drank three glasses in a row, earning a round of applause.
"Eat the food, eat the food." Shan Pao took the serving chopsticks and gave Liu Handong a lot of beef.
Liu Handong looked out the window. Song Shuang was still standing on the roadside waiting for the bus. From time to time he took out his mobile phone to check the time. The sky was covered with clouds and it seemed like it was going to rain.
"Eat well and drink well. You're welcome. We are all our own people." Shan Pao greeted with a wine bottle, his face turned red from drinking. The boy brought a bowl of steaming beef vermicelli and cooked it in. The mist was steaming and the aroma was fragrant.
It smelled like rain, and it started to rain outside, with crackling raindrops hitting the windows.
Song Shuang covered his head with his bag and ran to the roadside to take shelter from the rain. The weather suddenly changed, making it harder to get a taxi.
Liu Handong couldn't sit still anymore, so he went out of the private room and looked around. He didn't have an umbrella. The rain came so fast that no one expected it. He just found an oilcloth, put it on his head and hurried out. The heavy rain hit the oilcloth with a bang.
There was a layer of water on the ground. No one expected that there would be such a heavy rain in autumn.
Song Shuang only wore a thin long-sleeved shirt and hugged her arms in the cold. The eaves were very short, the rainwater ran into lines, and her shoes and socks were already wet.
"Come here." Liu Handong stood in front of Song Shuang and shouted.
Song Shuang hid under the sky that Liu Handong had built without hesitation. The small oilcloth blocked the heavy rain, and his thick chest blocked the strong wind. The temperature dropped sharply. Only those close to him could feel the warmth. Liu Handong's clothes were
It was newly changed in the morning, and the sun mixed with the smell of soap and the faint smell of tobacco. The standard masculine smell went straight to Song Shuang's nostrils, making Song Shuang, who had never been in contact with a man, fall into a trance and involuntarily get close to Liu Handong.
The two of them walked into the beef village, and the smell of the market hit their faces. Song Shuang's confused heart suddenly came back, and he muttered: "I remember it wasn't like this before?"
"This used to be a dog meat restaurant, but now the owner has switched his business from killing dogs to beef soup." Liu Handong opened the door curtain and invited Song Shuang into the shop.
The newly renovated Beef Village has a new look, the walls are painted white, and there is a large pot at the door. Beef bones are stewed in the pot.
, various seasonings, the beef head soup is bright and clear, and the beef slices are sprinkled in later, not much, just a few slices. After all, the price has risen sharply now. Drink beef soup with strong steamed buns, a kind of hard soup passed down from ancient times.
Noodle cakes, also known as pot cakes, are broken into small pieces and put into a bowl, soaked in beef soup before eating, which is very suitable for heavy manual workers.
When Shan Pao saw Liu Handong leading a petite girl in, he immediately stepped forward to greet him: "Dadong, Boss Du is waiting to toast you."
Liu Handong said: "Two bowls of soup first. I have something to do in the afternoon and can't drink any more."
Shan Pao glanced at Song Shuang and said considerately: "Okay, I'll save the wine for you to drink in the evening." By now he was drunk and his face was red. He shook hands with Liu Handong and went inside to greet the guests.
went.
The new boy brought two bowls of soup. The clear soup was watery and contained only a few pieces of meat. Liu Handong shouted: "Add five yuan of meat."
The boy brought some meat over, and Liu Handong pointed to the big bowl in front of Song Shuang: "Give it to her."
Song Shuang felt sweet in his heart and lowered his head.
Liu Handong ordered two more pieces of steamed buns and taught Song Shuang how to break them and how to soak them.
Song Shuang lowered his head and leaned on the edge of the bowl and took a sip: "Hot."
"Blow it when it's hot." Liu Handong blew his soup bowl.
Song Shuang pouted angrily. She had never seen a boy who didn't understand the style. I had never seen such a person who didn't understand the style. He didn't cherish the opportunity given to you. In a fit of anger, she broke the steamed bun into pieces and soaked it in the bowl.
I accidentally lowered the temperature and tasted it. It was not bad. Because the store was newly renovated, the tables, chairs and benches were not stained with oil, and the bowls and chopsticks were also new. Miss Song, who loves cleanliness, couldn't find any fault. She asked the waiter for a small spoon, which was very polite.
They were drinking soup, eating beef and steamed buns.
After a while, Shan Pao personally brought over a plate of cold beef, apologized and said that the waiter was ignorant, and asked you to add the meat yourself.
Liu Handong chuckled: "I'm just saying, I never give you money to eat here anyway."
Shan Pao laughed loudly: "Brother, if you want to give me money, you are scolding me. Don't come here next time. Then, take care of this sister." After saying this, he thought he was very cool and winked at Song Shuang: "Sister,
Eat well, drink well, and say hello if you need anything."
After he left, Song Shuang gritted his teeth and said, "Is he the bad guy who killed the dog?"
"If you don't kill me now, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately." Liu Han finished a large bowl of beef soup like a storm in the east, and said with a swipe of his mouth: "Let's go, I'll take you back."
The wind and rain outside have become lighter, but the water is very deep. The public toilets on Tiezha Street are flooded, and the urine and feces are unbearable to see on the street. The south of the city is low-lying, and roads are being built and holes are dug everywhere. This heavy rain will definitely cause huge traffic.
Congestion.
"You've been drinking, so you can't drive." Song Shuang had a very good nose.
"A little wine doesn't matter." Liu Handong said.
"Not at all, it's illegal." Song Shuang insisted. At this time, the waiter started to pack up the tables and chairs in the store and clean up. The rain disrupted the business, so the store had to close early at noon.
"Forget it, the road is not easy, why don't you go there..." Liu Handong scratched his head. His rental house was obviously not suitable for going there. It was dirty and messy. It was hard to explain why a lonely and widowed woman lived in the same room. He thought about it.
It's better to go to Meizi's shampoo room. Ling Zijie has been investigating there these past few days. There is an acquaintance who can talk to him.
After making this suggestion, Song Shuang readily agreed. Liu Handong took her to the shampoo room despite the rain and water. The heavy rain disrupted the business. There were no customers in the shop. The Legend of Zhen Huan was playing on the TV. Nana Xiaoya was sitting on a chair at the door.
Ling Zijie was picking his feet while he was delivering a speech to Huanxi and Sister Mei. Sister Mei yawned as she listened.
Liu Handong and Song Shuang suddenly came to the door, and the sleepy atmosphere in the shampoo room changed. The rain continued. Sister Mei took out a stack of discs and said, "Why don't we sing K? There is a full set of karaoke in the store."
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A dilapidated 21-inch Hisense TV, Xinke DVD player, off-brand power amplifier, two plastic speakers, and two microphones are completely the hardware standards for construction site karaoke, but everyone is very interested and vying to order songs.
Sister Mei has a lot of CDs here, all of which were popular N years ago. There are no foreign language songs that Ling Zijie is good at, not even a few new songs by Jay Chou, so she can only sigh and let others come first.
In the end, it was Sister Mei who performed the first song, "Heart Rain", which was popular in major karaoke studios, KTVs, and nightclubs across the country, and was sung badly by grassroots civil servants and local bosses.
This song is a duet. Sister Mei sings the male voice, and Nana volunteers to sing the female voice. The two of them hold the microphone and sing in duet affectionately. There is no need to read the lyrics. It can be seen that they have sung it countless times before and they are already familiar with it.
When the song ended, the applause sounded sparsely, as if barefoot walking on the concrete floor.
"Nier, you can sing one too, I know you can sing." Sister Mei took it upon herself to sing "Wong Ning Mei" for Huan Xi.
Huanxi hesitated, then picked up the phone and cleared his throat. There was silence in the shampoo room, except for the sound of rain outside.
"This song is dedicated to my elder brother and elder sister who have helped me. Thank you." Huanxi was like a middle school student standing on the school stage. He was very serious and spoke in Mandarin. His hand holding the microphone was a bit awkward.
He turned white, his voice trembled slightly, and his eyes sparkled.
"One is a fairy from Langyuan, and the other is a flawless jade. If there is no romance, I will meet him again in this life; if there is a romance, how can I end up talking nonsense..."
Under the rain and sand, the sound of nature filled the shampoo room for three feet. It was not until Huanxi finished singing and put the microphone back where it belongs that everyone woke up and applauded enthusiastically.
"Nier, one more." Sister Mei shouted.
"No more singing, come here." Huanxi was extremely shy and shrank back.
"Come here." Sister Mei handed the microphone to Song Shuang.
"I can't sing." Song Shuang waved her hands hurriedly. When her classmates went to KTV together, she was also at the level of Mai Ba, but with Huanxi Zhuyu in front, she didn't dare to show her shame.
"I'll do it." Liu Handong took the microphone, picked up the remote control and clicked an old song.
"The rain keeps falling, and the atmosphere is not harmonious. Under the same roof, you gradually feel that your heart is changing..." Liu Handong's hoarse voice has a hint of vicissitudes, and he performs this old song vividly.
Song Shuang turned to look out the window, but found Ling Zijie's face reflected in the glass. He was staring at herself intently.