To say that Song Jia is really a woman with no opinion and no brains, three fake charms and a small bag of cinnabar were sold to her by Uncle Wen for eight hundred and eighty eight. The poor woman, in the eyes of the beast Uncle Wen
He is completely a fat sheep.
To be honest, Uncle Wen was a born businessman. He cheated and stole everything, but Song Jia held her child and said very polite words to Uncle Wen, thanking him profusely. I couldn't bear to watch it, so I turned around.
It's over.
Song Jia took the charm and walked out of the store. She held the child in her arms. I looked into the child's eyes. His eyes seemed to be full of confusion. The poor child was originally chubby, but now he is a leather bag.
Broken bones. I have a really weak heart and cannot bear to see others suffer. Originally, a child of this age is the time to be happy, but God just let him be at this age when he should be carefree.
Suffered such an unreasonable disaster.
Maybe it was personal heroism, maybe it was my own uneasy conscience, maybe it was the child's eyes that stimulated me. At this moment, my determination to prepare for the night action was unprecedentedly firm. So I ran out without hesitation.
He went to the door and caught up with the mother and son.
When Song Jia saw me chasing her out, she asked me what was going on. I said to her, "That's it. Can you tell me your home address? Mr. Wen said that he would pray for your mother and son at night and needs a specific address."
When Song Jia heard what I said, she was very grateful and wrote her home address on a piece of paper and handed it to me, and then left. She was walking with great difficulty holding her child. As she walked, she suddenly saw the opposite side.
Maybe she wanted to be more sure that she could save the child, so I saw her go into the "Yifu Museum" downstairs.
I was holding the piece of paper in my hand, thinking to myself, Uncle Wen, this old bastard, knows how to pray for nothing. The only thing he is good at is bragging and fighting landlords. If we are not buddies tonight, I will go and save you mother and son. Alas.
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The weather was very cold. It seemed that I had to wear more clothes before going there at night, otherwise I would freeze to death if I stayed outside all night. I thought about it as I returned to the store, and saw Uncle Wen counting money obscenely.
He asked me: "It's such a cold day, what are you doing out there?"
I answered him: "I didn't do anything, I just went out to get some fresh air."
Uncle Wen is so cunning. He saw that I was not in a good mood right now, so he said to me: "Xiao Fei, I'm not telling you, your heart is still too soft. Do you think those women are pitiful?"
But you have to know that there are a lot of poor people. Some things are beyond our control, do you understand?"
I didn't say anything. After he finished speaking, he took out fifty yuan from the eight hundred and eighty dollars, handed it to me and said, "Here, you did a good job just now. If you cooperate with me in the future, you will be indispensable. Do you understand?"
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I took the fifty yuan and sighed in my heart, money is really a bastard. For money, you can sell many things, and for money, you can hurt and deceive many people. You must know that this kind of person is the person I despised the most before, but
Now I am becoming more and more like this kind of person. After all, I still have to eat and live, so I can't live with money.
As the saying goes, you can't have your cake and eat it too, and you can't have both your integrity and your bad reputation. The so-called high integrity and integrity in society are sheer nonsense. High integrity and integrity must also be based on a certain economic foundation.
If you are a beggar and drink from the northwest all day long, what capital will you use to live a high-spirited life?
I said to Uncle Wen: "Actually, when I went out just now, I saw the couple leaving our house and heading to Yifu Hall."
After hearing this, Uncle Wen suddenly became furious for some reason, and he cursed: "Fuck you, you bitch, you don't believe us, and you even went to beg the old guy opposite? What a fucking fuss."
.But I don’t know what old x is capable of? Look, this guy named Song will definitely be slaughtered if he goes to the other side!"
I don't know who the 'Old
Uncle can't have such great resentment.
Uncle Wen said to me angrily that he was leaving now and went out to find someone to play mahjong. You can get off work soon at almost four o'clock, just tidy up the store and lock the door.
I nodded and watched Uncle Wen walk out of the store. Then I sat down in front of the computer. You know, I have a lot of things to do now. I remember Uncle Jiu told me how to deal with night foxes.
It requires a lot of props, but fortunately the props used by Mr. Yin Yang are all easy to find. I checked and it was just past three o'clock in the afternoon. I have to check online to see where I can buy these near Song Jia's address.
A place for things.
Fortunately, as long as you have money in the urban area, you are not afraid of not being able to buy what you want. After a while, I found a large supermarket near her address, and the price was 20.
The kind that's open for four hours.
Fortunately, Uncle Wen gave me fifty yuan as a reward just now, which should be more than enough to buy all the props. So I turned off the computer, cleaned the store hastily, closed the store and left.
On the bus, I sat by the window and looked out the window. My life now is something I couldn't imagine before. I didn't expect that this society is so complicated. We have to do many things we don't want to do in order to survive.
Although I always imagined that this society is a garden, now that I am in the garden, I feel that those beautiful flowers are not blooming here. Why do I have to live so tiredly?
Thinking about it, from the time I learned "The Book of Three Purities" to now, it seems as if my destiny has been decided by others. I just followed the script of destiny step by step. When I turned around, I realized that there were many things around me.
There are really too few things left.
Come to think of it, I am really the son of a young master, and I am always looking for trouble for myself.
Since it was not yet time to get off work, there were very few people on the bus, and soft music came from the in-car TV, which was "That Year" by Xu Wei.
"That year, when you were young, you always felt that tomorrow would be beautiful.
That ideal world is like a light, shining in your heart.
How could I just let this burning heart disappear into this mediocrity?
The pure ideal is so fragile in the face of survival.
You stand on this busy street and can't find the direction you should go.
When you stand on this busy street, you feel panic like never before..."
Listening to this song was really touching, and I started to feel unhappy again. Even I was surprised by my always contradictory mentality. Seeing that the bus was about to pass by Uncle Yuan's noodle shop, I got off the bus.
, the north wind started blowing, and there was snow unique to the North under my feet. It was crunchy when I stepped on it. I tightened the collar of my down jacket and walked to Uncle Yuan’s noodle shop. Anyway, I was feeling quite confused now.
Let's go have a bowl of noodles and chat with the uncle.
Not long after, I arrived at the door of the noodle shop. Looking at the shabby facade, it really didn’t match the store next to it. It looked so incongruous. But who knew that there was someone in this noodle shop who could make top-notch noodles?
Where's the delicious master?
I pushed open the small broken door of the noodle shop and walked in. As expected, the noodle shop was still as deserted as the last time I came here. Uncle Yuan and Aunt Yuan were sitting in the shop watching TV. When they saw me coming in, Aunt Yuan exposed herself again.
That kind smile: "Xiao Cui, you are here."
It was obvious that they still remembered me, which made me feel warm. What a good couple. So I nodded and said to my aunt, "Well, Uncle Yuan made the noodles, so today I will have them again."
Sorry to bother you."
Uncle Yuan squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "It's easy to talk. The ancients said that we make friends with the piano and make friends with the poems, but we gentlemen meet with the face and make friends with the wine. Wait, uncle will make noodles for you now."
I sat down at a small table, and Aunt Yuan poured me a cup of hot water. She said, "It's cold outside. Come and drink some water to warm yourself up."
I said thank you to her, but it was very cold outside. My hands were red from the cold. I held the cup of hot water with both hands. A warm feeling came from my hands, but it came from the bottom of my heart.
Aunt Yuan sat down to talk to me. She asked me: "How was it at Lao Wen'er's place, Xiao Fei."
There was a wry smile in my heart, what should I say? So I had to smile and answer her: "It's good, Auntie, Uncle Wen is very good to me."
At this time, Uncle Yuan walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of hot noodle soup. As he walked, he said: "I called Lao Wen'er a few days ago, and he even praised you for being able to do something good. You're a good young man, do your best.
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Listening to Uncle Yuan's words, I didn't know how to answer him, so I nodded numbly.
The noodles were still so delicious, and they felt so warm in my stomach that I temporarily forgot about my confusion and unhappiness. I said to Uncle Yuan, "Uncle Yuan, come drink some wine with me today."
Uncle Yuan had already had this intention, so after serving two plates of side dishes, he sat across from me and opened two bottles of beer, and we, an old man and a young man, started drinking.
Just after eating it, my mood improved a lot. This is probably because of chatting with Uncle Yuan. He is a very wise old man. Although he talks about trivial matters, he can also make you understand during the conversation.
A lot of stuff.
Just as we were chatting happily, the door of the noodle shop opened, and a man walked in amid the cold air outside. This man looked to be in his early forties, and was wearing a black mink coat, which looked expensive.
, this person has a face with a Chinese character, a pair of eagle eyes, and a green beard, but he still gives people a very capable feeling.
After he walked into the noodle shop, he sat down against the door as if there was no one else around and said, "A bowl of beef noodles without coriander."
I felt very puzzled. He was dressed like a rich man, so why did he go to such a shabby little shop to eat noodles? And from the look on his face, it seemed like this was not his first time here.
I turned to look at Uncle Yuan, and saw that his expression suddenly became very serious. It was the first time I saw Uncle Yuan's serious expression. After he put away his smile, he looked at the person silently, and Aunt Yuan also stopped.
He smiled and said to the man expressionlessly: "I understand."
After finishing speaking, Aunt Yuan went to the kitchen. I looked at them inexplicably. They seemed to know each other, but why did Uncle Yuan have such an expression?