After Du Fei left, Mrs. Jia Zhang's fat face immediately poked out of her door and said slyly: "I'm just saying that silly boy doesn't have any intentions!"
As he spoke, he walked towards the pile of rags triumphantly, stretched out his hand and pulled out two large pieces of cloth that still looked very strong.
"Hey, if you use these two pieces of cloth tightly, it's enough to make a shirt for Banggeng."
"Mom~" The pretty widow lowered her voice with some dissatisfaction: "Please lower your voice so that others can hear you. What have I become?"
Mrs. Jia Zhang rolled her eyes and glanced at her daughter-in-law with disdain: "Huh, don't be so arrogant to me. How many years have you been in the factory and you are still a first-level worker? If you put more thought into the factory, now
A month’s salary is more than thirty yuan.”
Qin Huairu suddenly felt helpless and aggrieved.
She joined the steel rolling mill to take over the job just to catch up on the sales.
A young widow who was born in a rural area and had not gone to school for a few days. She had no knowledge in her head and no strength in her hands. It was strange that she could handle the machine tools in the workshop with ease.
Du Fei returned home and didn't make dinner anymore.
Just drink hot tea, eat a few snacks bought during the day, wait until half past five, change clothes and go out.
First go to the front yard and knock on the door of the third uncle’s house.
"Who is it?" the third aunt asked loudly.
"I'm Xiao Du in the backyard." Du Fei responded and opened the door directly.
While they were eating in the house, he didn't go inside and said at the door: "Third uncle, I have something urgent to do tonight. I would like to lend you a bicycle."
The third uncle deserves to be called Yan Laokou. When he heard that he wanted to borrow a bicycle, he immediately became furious.
That was his treasure. Before he could swallow the dough in his mouth, he was busy rejecting it. Unexpectedly, Du Fei smiled and took out fifty cents from his pocket: "I know your rules, so I won't borrow it in vain."
The third uncle narrowed his eyes and immediately swallowed back the words that came to his lips. He smiled and went to get the car keys while reminding: "You are fooling around, so be careful."
"Okay, third uncle, don't worry, I guarantee that the jade will return to Zhao intact." Du Fei vowed to take the key: "You eat, I'll leave first." Before he finished speaking, he opened the bicycle parked at the door and kicked up the ladder.
, pushed it out of the door.
The north wind was howling on the street, and there was probably a cold wave coming, and the temperature dropped significantly as soon as it got dark.
Du Fei grabbed the cold handlebar, regretting not wearing gloves.
The distance from the Siheyuan to the municipal bureau family compound was not very close. Fortunately, the road was deserted at night and the bicycle was kicked up high. It took more than half an hour to finally reach the destination.
Du Fei didn't know exactly where his 'third uncle''s family lived, so he simply came directly to the gate.
There were guards here, and when they noticed that Du Fei was unfamiliar, they immediately cheered up.
"Hello, comrade!" Du Fei stopped two or three meters away and said with a smile: "I have something urgent to call Chen Zhongyuan from the Public Security Department. Can you help me contact him? That's my third uncle."
Even though this guard is on guard duty, he is also part of the public security bureau's logistics staff, and all the leaders in the bureau are probably aware of it.
When I heard Chen Zhongyuan's name, he was from the Public Security Department, so he must be Deputy Director Chen.
He looked at Du Fei carefully and saw that he was tall and upright, wearing a Chinese tunic suit and brand-new leather shoes. He was also very respectable and did not look like a gangster.
Even so, it is impossible to just let people in.
The guard asked Du Fei's name, went back to the guard box and made an internal call to Chen Zhongyuan to confirm, and then let Du Fei in.
The compound is full of red brick residential buildings newly built after the founding of the People's Republic of China. There are six buildings in front and back. The distance between the buildings is very large, and the entire compound occupies a very large area.
Chen Zhongyuan’s home is on the third floor of Unit 4 of Building 3.
Du Fei parked his bicycle downstairs and carried his things upstairs.
When we got to the third floor, the door on the left was open, and standing in the door was a very beautiful young woman in her thirties.
Seeing Du Fei coming up, the young woman looked him up and down and said with a smile: "Xiao Fei, in the past ten years, you have become so tall!"
Du Fei realized that this must be Chen Zhongyuan's wife. He quickly called his third aunt and handed over the gifts of cigarettes and alcohol. At the same time, he also recalled some memories deep in his mind.
This third aunt is called Shen Jingya. She has a somewhat special background. Before liberation, she was the concubine of a big capitalist. She was two years older than Chen Zhongyuan. When they got married, there were a lot of twists and turns.
"You kid, you just came here, what else did you bring?" Shen Jingya looked at the gift Du Fei brought and frowned.
It's not that it's too little, it's that it's too much.
With a complaint in his voice, he turned around and said to the room: "Old Chen, look at this kid Xiaofei!"
At this time, Chen Zhongyuan also walked over from behind.
He was wearing a light blue long pajamas. He was about the same height as Du Fei and looked about 60-70% similar.
Because he was not wearing a police uniform, Chen Zhongyuan at this time was a little less dignified than Du Fei's impression, and a little more handsome and gentle.
There were two children behind him, blinking their big eyes and looking at Du Fei curiously.
Du Fei grinned and called his third uncle.
"Let's talk home first." Chen Zhongyuan nodded, glanced at the gift, but said nothing else.
This building is different from the courtyard, it looks much cleaner.
The living room is fifteen or six square meters. Although the floor is not tiled, it is painted with light green paint like the walls. There are sofas, coffee tables, and high and low cabinets.
The light is not an ordinary tungsten bulb, but a white fluorescent light.
Du Fei changed into his slippers and followed him to the sofa to sit down. The springs under his butt compressed and made a "squeaking" sound.
The third aunt was busy making tea and introducing the two children to Du Fei.
The boy is eight years old, his name is Chen Jianshe, and the girl is six years old, her name is Chen Xiaoxue.
The two children called Du Fei brother, but their eyes were fixed on the pack of White Rabbit toffee.
Shen Jingya took two pieces of candy and sent the two children inside to play.
There were only three adults left in the living room.
Chen Zhongyuan got straight to the point and asked Du Fei what happened.
He came to the door late at night and was carrying a gift. It was obvious that he was here to ask for help.
In front of Chen Zhongyuan, Du Fei did not hide anything, he just poured beans into the bamboo tube and told the whole story.
After listening to Du Fei's narration, Chen Zhongyuan and his wife both showed incredible expressions.
Especially Chen Zhongyuan, his original impression of this 'nephew' was very general, dull, timid, stubborn, and a bit bookish.
Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, he actually showed extraordinary calmness and determination.
Chen Zhongyuan was silent for a moment, thinking carefully about the whole incident, then looked at Du Fei with interest and said: "You were bullied, why didn't you come to me earlier?"
Du Fei scratched the back of his head and said sheepishly: "Um, third uncle, I don't want to cause you any trouble."
"Hmph! What's the trouble? I think you don't regard me, my third uncle, as one of your own." Chen Zhongyuan scolded him with hatred: "You are already being bullied, I don't care about you, who cares about you! "
Du Fei laughed innocently and didn't answer the question.
As for his own family, he didn't take it seriously. After all, his cousin was not a biological uncle, and there was a difference between the inside and the outside. Moreover, he had not had much contact with him for more than ten years. Even if Chen Zhongyuan really had such relatives in his heart, he would have to move around frequently in the future. Get closer.