As the saying goes, you will catch a cold when you are hot and cold. You will know when it is windy or rainy. Uncle Wen's face is like a weather forecast. Although he is not an old turtle and his back will not get damp before it rains, his face changes.
It's really fast enough.
I remember that Uncle Wen was holding a cigarette and boasting loudly to me. He told me that he used to live in a village when he was a child. There was a big mountain next to the village. He would lasso roe deer, hunt rabbits, and pick plums.
Douzi, the whole family praised him for his ability. But what he said to my ears was completely different. I thought about you, you old bastard, pretending to be a hunter with a dead rat in your waist, you hunt.
So fierce, why did he become Harbin's famous blue magic stick?
But sometimes I also wonder, you are an old fool who only knows how to talk, so why do so many people believe you? Could it be that this old guy also deceived me and deliberately hid his secret? But it is impossible to think about it.
, why did he lie to me?
When he was blowing vigorously, the phone suddenly rang. When he looked at the caller ID, his eyes suddenly lit up. He must have been a big customer. He cleared his throat first, answered the phone and immediately changed his mind from being obscene.
The mode switched to career mode, and he said in that extremely professional and magnetic voice: "Hello, hello, this is Uncle Zhen, um, I'm Xiaowen, I'll go to your place tomorrow, don't worry yet
.”
Listening to what he said, the 'Uncle Zhen' in his mouth should be the rich man who reimbursed the public expenses of the two of us. I thought that Uncle Wen was already old, and he would call that person uncle. It seems that this time
His employer must be a bad old man.
I saw Uncle Wen humming into the phone again and promising a few words. Suddenly his expression changed and he said loudly into the phone: "After so many years, don't you still believe in my ability? Why?
Are you still looking for that person?”
When I heard this, it was wrong. It was not in line with Uncle Wen's style. You must know that Uncle Wen is as warm as spring to his customers. How can he fall out with him now? And he is still treating someone who seems to be very old.
elder.
The clerk seemed to be really angry. He said loudly into the phone: "Then I won't go if he goes. What the hell, you said your father is responsible for this."
Then he was silent again, as if the other side of the phone said something to him again. Finally, Uncle Wen thought for a while, and then said to the phone: "Okay, but I agreed to clean up the room first before I go to your house."
I don’t want to live with him.”
After finishing speaking, Uncle Wen hung up the phone, then sighed, lit a cigarette and began to think deeply. I saw it from the side, why didn't I understand what this old guy said? What nonsense is it?
bad.
When I saw the clerk sighing, I thought to myself that if the boss was unhappy, I would not get any good results. However, I didn’t know how to persuade him, so I had to follow his temper, so I told him: "Wen
Uncle, the person who called you just now must be your employer. Judging from your tone, he must be old. Don’t forget it, this person will be very confused if he is old."
Unexpectedly, I didn't understand the flattery, but flattered the horse's legs. After hearing what I said, Uncle Wen immediately glared at me, and then said to me: "What nonsense, where did this old man come from?"
I said, "Didn't you just call that person Uncle Zhen?"
Uncle Wen said: "Uncle Zhen, she is a woman, her name is Zhen Shu! A virtuous and virtuous Shu, what are your ears?"
I'm speechless. It turns out that this is what happened. It's really embarrassing. It seems that I'm used to being called Uncle Wen or Uncle Jiu. As a result, everything sounds like Uncle. Even the stomach medicine commercial on TV has a
It sounds like Uncle to me too. I remember the advertisement quite clearly. A silly boy filled the village with an advertisement, shouting: "Uncle Four is here! Uncle Four is here!!!"
Seeing how embarrassing the situation was now, but fortunately Uncle Wen opened his mouth and I could continue talking, so I smiled and said to Uncle Wen: "Look at my ears, oh, by the way, Uncle Wen, what's going on?"
Damn it, are you so worried?"
Uncle Wen looked at me and pondered for a while, as if he was trying to decide whether to tell me or not. After a long time, he took a puff of cigarette and said to me: "What can happen? What else can happen? I won't even let you go on a trip."
I don’t worry, that person seems to think I’m not good enough, and they invited Lin Laocha from across the street to go with them, do you think I won’t get angry?”
I breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be just such a nonsense, I thought it was something wrong, but when I think about it, it’s strange, moving an ancestral grave is such a huge effort? And how does that family know about Uncle Lin? Could it be that they
Have you known each other before?
So I asked Uncle Wen: "Uncle Wen, how do you know about Lin... that old guy opposite?"
Uncle Wen was obviously a little impatient when he heard what I said. He said to me: "How did you, a little bastard, talk so much? Why, because we all knew each other before. Forget it, you can get off work."
You can come later tomorrow morning, prepare a change of clothes, and then we'll set off in the afternoon."
I saw that my flattery was not in the right place, so I stopped pressing my hot face against his cold ass. Damn it, his two bastards had nothing to do with me. Seeing him let me go,
On the contrary, I felt quite happy. I had just taken the money and was going to the supermarket to buy some good things.
So I didn't say anything else. After saying goodbye to Uncle Wen, I walked out of the store. It was quite a coincidence that I didn't take a few steps when I saw Lao Yi coming out of the Yifu Pavilion with a disgraced face. Look at him.
The way he looked, 99% of the time he was scolded by that old uncle Lin. Thinking about it, we still share the same fate.
He was so stupid that he didn't even notice me on the other side of the road. I felt funny when I saw him lowering his head, saying nothing, and kicking stones while walking. Why did he look like a primary school student?
So I whistled to him. You must know that when a well-trained police dog hears the whistle, its ears will immediately become frightened. But I definitely did not think that Lao Yi was Brother Dao. I just wanted to say hello to him.
Unexpectedly, his reaction was quite big. After hearing the whistle, he immediately raised his head, then looked around, and finally he found me.
When he saw me, he walked towards me, and then said to me dejectedly: "You know it, right?"
I nodded, and sure enough, it seemed that Uncle Lin also informed Lao Yi about traveling, ah, no, he was going to another place to help someone move their grave. I said to him, "Isn't that right? That old bastard just gave me a
Damn it, why do you think he has such a big hatred against your boss? It makes both of us angry."
After hearing what I said, Lao Yi sighed and said to me: "Don't mention it, I'm much worse off than you. I was fine just now, but Uncle Lin suddenly changed his face after answering the phone. I'm still puzzled.
, why does this old guy seem to have been beaten by Rang Shuang? So I asked him, Uncle Lin, what’s wrong with you, is something wrong with your family? The result, ugh.”
I was speechless. This natural idiot really came from the two-dimensional world and was not good at communicating with ordinary people. According to what he asked, who wouldn't be angry if he put it on someone? Not to mention Uncle Lin who should be angry right now.
Alas, the bourgeoisie is really not persecuting the proletariat all the time. No wonder the older generation fought to the death to drive the bourgeoisie out of our sacred and inviolable land. That’s what it’s like.
Son, Lao Yi and I, two proletarian and cheap laborers, were treated like uncle Wen and Lin, two blue-blooded bourgeois, as a means of venting their anger. We didn’t even dare to breathe.
So I comforted Lao Yi and talked with him while walking. In fact, we both knew in our hearts that our boss was not a bad person, and Lao Yi and I could travel together, and we would be able to take care of him if anything happened.
This is a good thing, but we have to deal with two incompatible old men at the same time along the way, which is a bit of a headache.
I asked Lao Yi: "When will you hit the road?"
Lao Yi said to me: "Tomorrow, what's going on?"
I secretly thought something bad. It seems that the four of us are in the same car. God forbid, please don't let these two old treasures meet. When I think of what happened last time in the hospital, my head is getting big. When the time comes,
Don't let these two old guys fight on the train. You must know that the train is not like a hospital. If they start fighting on the train, the police officer will definitely shine the belly of these two old guys with size 43 military hook leather shoes.
Kicked.
I hurriedly asked Lao Yi which car and number their tickets were, and Lao Yi told me that it was eighty-seven or eighty-eight for three cars. After listening to Lao Yi's words, I felt like crying, God, don't
Is it such a coincidence? We actually happen to be face to face!!
In the afternoon, Uncle Wen asked me to book tickets and the tickets were delivered to my door. Our tickets happened to be 93 and 94 for three cars. This was so tragic. We actually sat face to face. You know, from Harbin to Qi
Taihe will take one night at the earliest. It's okay for me and Lao Yi, but if two old guys sit there with big eyes and small eyes, if nothing happens, then I will write the word "fei" backwards!
Although my words are both wrong and wrong, but these are extraordinary times, I am really worried to death, what should I do? Lao Yi and I looked at each other and smiled bitterly, forget it, the soldiers will come to cover up the water and the earth.
Just take it one step at a time. Even if they don't quarrel in the car, they will still quarrel when they get to the place.
Moreover, it was easy for Uncle Wen to tell me that moving someone's grave is just like traveling at public expense. But you have to know that moving a grave is not just a visit, so how can it really be the same as traveling? Although I am not familiar with "The Burial Sutra",
But it’s not that I haven’t read it. You have to know that there are a lot of opinions on this kind of thing. Generally speaking, this is the true profession of Mr. Yin Yang, because in the earliest times, Mr. Yin Yang of the White School, also known as Mr. Geography, specialized in doing
It was not until later, due to the development of the times, that Mr. Wanerfen gradually learned how to communicate and deal with those underground workers, so they were finally collectively referred to as Mr. Yin and Yang of the White Sect.
As the saying goes, if you move the wrong grave, someone will die. Now I really want to believe that this is superstition. Although Uncle Wen knows some burial scriptures, there is no chance that he will quarrel with Uncle Lin when the time comes. If he misses something
But there is really something to watch.
Lao Yi and I lit up a cigarette and walked on the road with our heads hanging down. I said it couldn't be that simple. It seemed that we were destined to have an unusual trip this time.
(Let me tell you here, because I don’t want to keep everyone waiting for too long, the first version is the unmodified version. I will correct typos and the like in the middle of the night. I hope everyone will understand my evil and tragic input method. By the way, I am asking for votes and recommendations. Thank you.