Counting the days, it was August 20, 1978, and it was time for Zhaoqing to deliver eggs to Hong Yanwu again.
But the reality is that the injury on Zhaoqing's back is still not healed, and he is still fighting with his father. It seems that there is no possibility of fulfilling the agreement.
But Zhaoqing was very kind. Even though he was in trouble, he was still thinking about this matter in his heart.
So two days in advance, he told his father that there was a good customer named Hong Yanwu in the capital, and asked if he could be let out temporarily until he could find a way to solve the problem of delivering eggs to others, and then go home and continue to be punished.
Father Zhaoqing supports his son's thoughts, because his education for his children is to deal with others and put integrity first. When you promise to others, you should do it to the best of your ability. Otherwise, it will be morally wrong and not upright.
But firstly, it was raining, and he was afraid that Zhaoqing's back would get wet. Secondly, he was also afraid that his son would take the opportunity to meet Xiaoqin and reach some kind of alliance and consensus. So he did not agree to Zhaoqing's going out.
, but he had to take on the task of delivering eggs himself.
Zhaoqing was not at ease about this, so he advised his father.
"You haven't been to the capital in twenty years, and the city has changed a lot. Besides, it's raining, and the day after tomorrow will be the day. Even if the rain stops, the ground will still be muddy. It's a trivial matter to drop an egg, but you six
You are a ten-year-old man, so don’t break it again.”
But Zhaoqing's father smiled brightly and didn't care.
"The address you mentioned is the nunnery in Nancheng, the one with the building across the street? As long as it doesn't have legs, I can find it with my eyes closed."
"Besides, you don't have to worry about the road being difficult to walk in the rain. Since you haven't practiced martial arts with me, you certainly don't understand. In fact, regardless of martial arts, anyone who practices martial arts and has some real ability will definitely be able to walk."
"If nothing else, the mountain roads in Wudang Mountain are much more dangerous than here. My master Xu Benshan is 70 years old. He can go down the mountain from Zixiao Palace and back up the mountain in less than an hour and a half after the rain. Apart from a pair of shoes, he only needs a pair of shoes at most.
There are a few mud spots on my socks. It’s our Jiulong Mountain, and it only took me half an hour to climb to the top against the strong wind.”
"On the other hand, you should worry about yourself. If you don't want to understand, you will never be better. I will have to put a lock on you when the time comes, so you can stay in the house..."
Just like that, on August 20th, Zhaoqing's father picked up Zhaoqing's big rattan basket, filled it with half a basket of eggs, and set off for the capital at five o'clock in the morning.
Needless to say, although the "Saturday Day" has not yet broken out on this day, it is a rare comfortable weather after two days of heavy rain.
The light rain has not completely stopped, but there is no need to hold an umbrella and the clothes will not get wet. The air along the way is filled with warm water vapor and the fragrance of green grass, which is very refreshing.
Zhaoqing's father is indeed not bragging. He learned the true teachings of Xu Laodao in Baiyun. Although the "flying on the grass" under his feet could not really make him fly, it could not reach the point where his feet were not stained with mud. But it could last for a long time.
, it is still possible to maintain a constant speed, walk like the wind, without slipping, without sinking, and staying on an even footing.
In fact, despite his age, he didn't take any transportation. But because he lived in a mountain village and practiced foot training every day, he took a break during the seventy or eighty-mile journey, which lasted less than five hours.
Arrived within the capital city.
Of course, he hadn't been to the capital in twenty years, and as someone who cared about the capital, he would inevitably look left and right, looking for memories of those years. So he slowed down as soon as he passed Caihuying, and his eyes were a little weak.
Yes.
Today's capital is indeed very different from what he remembered.
The wild teahouses where he used to rest on horseback and eagles on the road are gone. Even the reed swamps and random graveyards in Taoranting that he was used to seeing have become a well-planned People's Park with lush green grass.
Areas that used to be deserted and desolate have now become lively streets.
Those two meat restaurants, pastry shops, oil and salt shops, noodle shops, fruit shops, meat dumplings, clothing shops, steaming pot shops, Beijing paper shops, duster shops, fragrant wax shops, ghost clothes shops, shroud shops, coffins
The shops, barracks, and carriage houses all disappeared.
Instead, there are comprehensive state-owned stores with signs like "Xinxin", "Hongguang" and "Limin".
The ground that could stir up loess when the wind blew turned into asphalt roads.
There are no longer pack sedans, Western horse-drawn carriages, clanging carts and rickshaws running on it. Instead, there are large loaf-shaped buses, full of cargo, as well as shiny cars and bicycles and tricycles passing by like flowing water.
Everything is organized and everything is orderly.
The only thing that made him feel uncomfortable was that the towering city walls and gates had all disappeared. They were completely demolished and not a single bit was left, making the capital completely unlike the capital.
This inevitably makes him feel that things have changed and people have changed, and that he is full of vicissitudes of life. At the same time, he also sincerely laments the rapid development of modern cities, and the atmosphere here is far from comparable to that of the countryside.
But this way, he couldn't understand it even more. Why didn't Zhaoqing not want to come to such a good place?
It can be seen from this that all the young boys are fooling around in the countryside! They only have eyes for a little girl, and they cannot see the wonderful things outside at all!
This further proves the necessity for people to come out and see the world!
Thinking of this, Zhaoqing's father couldn't help but become anxious. He was no longer so interested. It seemed that the better the scenery in the capital, the worse his mood became. So he once again seized the time, identified the direction of Guanyin Temple and started on his way.
It really has to be said here that people from the old capital are people from the old capital.
Although more than twenty years have passed, the environment of the capital has changed drastically, many new streets and alleys have been added, and the recognizable road signs of the past have basically disappeared. But with his sense of direction, Zhaoqing's father still successfully found Fululi.
As soon as he entered this alley that seemed to have been frozen in time, he was completely connected to the past. Without any hesitation or hindrance, he found the west courtyard smoothly. It was only a quarter past eleven.
What I didn't expect was that there was a lock on the door of the Chen family, and Zhaoqing's father was rejected.
Zhaoqing really neglected this point. He himself knew Hong Yanwu's life pattern. Every time he went to the city, he would sell some eggs first and then visit the house in the afternoon. But he forgot to tell his father, which led to the current search for people.
An unexpected situation.
In fact, it doesn't matter if you wait. The key thing is that the weather is getting cloudy again. Based on Zhaoqing's father's experience, it is about to rain.
Moreover, he didn't know for sure, and he didn't know when he would come back. How long would it take for him to go there?
This puts him in a dilemma. He wanted to entrust the eggs to his next-door neighbor, but he can't control the money. Besides, he can't understand people's minds. If he encounters an unscrupulous person, he will swallow it and deny it.
, then it’s hard to explain this matter later.
Fortunately, just as he was thinking hard, a person came in from outside the courtyard. It was Shui Qing who had just returned from buying tofu.
She has a kind nature and the warmest heart. When she saw an old man standing at the door of Chen's house with a large basket of eggs under his feet, she took the initiative to come over and talk to him.
Zhaoqing’s father couldn’t tell his purpose directly. Because reselling eggs was not allowed at that time, and the slogan “cut off the tail of capitalism” was still on people’s lips in the village. So he claimed to be a relative of Hong Yanwu and followed suit.
Qing asked when Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan would come back.
He didn't expect that Shui Qingcai would laugh when he heard it.
"Uncle, you are definitely not a relative of Xiao Wu. Otherwise, you wouldn't know that his family actually lives in the east courtyard. This is Quanzi's home."
At this sentence, Zhaoqing's father couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
However, Shui Qing was very knowledgeable and interested, so he quickly felt relieved.
"Uncle, it's okay. I won't ask why you came. But they won't be back until at least noon. It's going to rain soon. I think it's inappropriate for you to wait like this. Otherwise,
, I'll take you to Xiao Wu's house in the east courtyard. His parents should be there. If you have anything to do, you can tell them. Or you can just go to my house to drink some water and eat something, and wait for them to come back at my house..."
Shui Qing's enthusiasm, thoughtfulness, and sincerity moved Zhaoqing's father very much. He had met many people in his life, and after hearing these words, he was absolutely sure that Shui Qing was a kind and good girl.
For such people, there is absolutely nothing to worry about or distrust. I can only express my gratitude hurriedly.
"Girl, you are so spiritual and kind-hearted. Please take me to the east courtyard to find Xiao Wu's parents. I have something else to do, so I won't wait any longer. Thank you!"
"Sir, you're welcome. Then wait for me."
Just like that, after Shui Qing put the tofu home, he directly led Zhaoqing's father to the east courtyard to find Hong Yanwu's parents.
Climbing up the high steps of the east courtyard and stepping into the mottled paint gate. Step by step, Shui Qing led Zhaoqing's father around the uneven and winding roads in the courtyard, past the jujube tree, and entered the east courtyard.
The innermost range of the Hong family.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the two of them entered the place, they smelled a strong aroma of porridge.
The smell can only prove one thing. A pot of sticky rice porridge has been boiled to an unprecedented level and is ready to be cooked.
This was indeed the case. Shui Qing smelled the smell and went straight to the small kitchen of the Hong family. She shouted at the door, "Aunt Hong, there is an uncle looking for Xiao Wu. Before he and Quanzi come, I will lead you
Home is coming."
In the small kitchen, there was also a response. "It's Qing'er, thank you. I'll put down the pot in my hand and come over."
Not long after, Wang Yunlin emerged from the kitchen.
She had just turned off the fire, moved the porridge pot, and was still holding a bowl with mustard knots in her hand. But there was no trace of Saturn or grease in her body, she looked so clean and neat, and she looked so energetic.
Just the moment she raised her eyes to look at Zhaoqing's father, and the moment Zhaoqing's father also looked at her, the most unexpected moment in her life happened!
On the spot, not only Zhaoqing's father was stunned, but Wang Yunlin also stopped moving at all. Then she loosened her hand and the bowl in her hand fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces.
Shui Qing, who was watching, realized something was wrong, but before she could ask a question, the two old men had already spoken.
I saw Zhaoqing's father's lips trembling as he called out Wang Yunlin's name.
"Yunlin...why is it you?"
Wang Yunlin's tears couldn't stop flowing down, and the words in her mouth were even more shocking.
"Brother...is it really you?"
At this time, Shui Qing took a closer look, and she realized that the two people in front of her looked really similar.
It was clear just now that they were not, so how could they become real relatives in the blink of an eye?
The scene in front of me is really like a "story", very bizarre. But this is clearly happening around me, happening at the moment...