National Tide 1980.

Chapter 232 New Year's Eve

Not to mention others, Ning Weimin felt very sad.

Because even though he inherited the original owner's memory is very limited.

For Luo Guangliang, in fact, there are only some broken and fragmented pictures from his daily contact since he was a child.

He only knew that this was the youngest son of the Luo family, who was a year older than himself, but he was actually quite unfamiliar with him, and he didn't have the slightest affection for "being a child".

But he just couldn't stand such things the most.

He couldn't see the embarrassment of a big man who had nowhere to go, and he couldn't see the aggrievedness of a seven-foot-tall man who wanted to bump his head to death.

Just like Bian Jiangong's crying and Zhang Shihui's difficulties, it was the same for him.

Faced with a similar situation, he simply could not remain indifferent and stand by.

Of course, this is not to say how soft-hearted and kind he is, or how saintly he is.

The main reason is that in his previous life, he had experienced too many similar situations.

Once seeing such a person, it often reminds him of his unbearable history of suffering.

He was hesitant about walking on the street with sore feet, but he didn't know where to go.

For sleeping in a fast food restaurant, the pain of half-sleeping and numbness.

For being urged by the hunger in his stomach, he can't wait to dig out the trash can of the restaurant.

For the stormy weather, being drenched in heavy rain, shivering with cold.

Seeing a pet dog being hugged by a beautiful woman in an SUV, hating myself for being a human being, and wishing to exchange it with the despicable...

He knew all those feelings well, and they were deeply engraved in his bones and blood.

He understands better how jealous and sad he feels when he is alone in the new year, looking at the happy lights leaking from other people's homes, and thinking about the intimate scenes in other people's homes.

And every time like this, if you get a few more rollicking eyes, or be reprimanded with contempt.

Then he would really have the urge to hold his nose and jump into the river, or to set fire to the whole world.

Because of this, in this life, he will help Bian Jiangong and Zhang Shihui get out of the predicament in life.

Also because of this, in his previous life, he had a safe life and a small fortune.

Every year before Children's Day and Spring Festival, I will send 5000 yuan in cash to the children's welfare home where I was raised, as well as food, books and stationery worth 2 yuan.

Even in his previous life, even on weekdays, he took extra care of the hawkers who sold yellow tape, boxed lunches, beverages, and garbage pickers around the stamp and coin market.

For example, every time he buys tape, it costs twenty.

Those who sell tape will take the initiative to give him several times a month.

He never refuses, and he probably won't run out of tape in half his life.

And his lunch boxes and drinks are not bought from the market, and he does not order takeaways, he only orders them from hawkers outside the market.

Even the cardboard boxes and beverage bottles are specially called for removal from outside.

No one of his employees can understand, and no one understands why he, the boss, does such a troublesome and uneconomical thing.

Only he knew in his heart that this was actually a disease deeply buried in his heart.

It's like having some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

If he doesn't do this, his heart will suffer, he will suffer, and he will have trouble sleeping and eating.

And only by helping those who, like myself, are struggling in the adversity of life.

Only then can he obtain a kind of psychological balance and relief, as if compensating for his past.

In particular, he has heard and seen in the past two days, and he has figured out the details of Luo Guangliang's "crime".

Knowing that Luo Guangliang was actually deceived by someone, he is essentially a good irritating person.

Not only did I often help the neighbors with hard work, but also helped everyone teach the electrician who was required by the housing management office, and beat off the hooligans who stopped Mi Xiaoran in the alley.

He even acted as a protector for the original Ning Weimin in school.

He even felt a kind of spiritual spur, as if some mysterious force was urging him to give a hand.

It's a pity, as soon as Ning Weimin had this thought in his heart, Kang Shude saw it.

The old man is indeed a master, he knows every detail, so he warned his disciples first.

Tell Ning Weimin that the world is very complicated, and the housework is difficult for an upright official, but it is an old man.

If outsiders want to step in hastily, even with good intentions, they may not be able to do it well.

Let him live his life in a down-to-earth manner, and don't meddle in the Luo family's business, otherwise he will make himself a different person inside and out.

In this way, Ning Weimin was full of calculations, and he really couldn't express it.

In fact, why doesn't he know this?

Don't you just want to discuss it with Master.

Unexpectedly, the old man came up with a trick and put his ugly words first.

Don't suffocate him to death.

But there is a saying, the living are not suffocated to death by urine.

No, it was January 1982, 1, the New Year's Eve of the Renxu Year in the lunar calendar.

Ning Weimin, who was not able to discuss with anyone and felt that he could not grasp the scale, was actually inspired by a piss.

It should be said that on the day of New Year's Eve, the capital is full of New Year's atmosphere.

As evening approached, the colored lights of all the buildings along Chang'an Avenue were lit up.

What is particularly worth mentioning is that inside the Great Hall of the People, when the New Year gatherings of all walks of life in the capital were held, everyone had only a cup of tea in front of them.

Dare to feel that this is a new regulation that was just implemented last year.

So when our "great man" presides, here's what he says.

"What is placed in front of comrades is still a cup of clean tea. Compared with last year, is there any difference? I think there is one difference, that is, our country is rapidly improving. Although the clean tea on the table is still the same, the country's appearance is always new. "

This immediately aroused continuous applause from all the participants.

Just like the lively atmosphere on Chang'an Avenue, Fan'er Hutong, a few kilometers away from the Great Hall of the People, has a strong New Year flavor.

There was heavy snow outside, and firecrackers exploded from time to time.

The chopping boards in every household are filled with the sound of chopping stuffing, and the smell of food comes from the kitchen.

But on such a day when the whole family should be reunited, Master Luo still refused to accept his youngest son.

When Ning Weimin came back for the festival in the evening, he happened to run into Luo Guangliang who was wrapped in a ragged padded jacket without a hood and was freezing outside the courtyard.

At that time, Ning Weimin was really startled.

Because it's this time of year, apart from the children setting off firecrackers, where else are there people in the streets and alleys?

As soon as he turned the corner, he was thinking about entering the courtyard.

Who would have thought that there would be a big living person jumping around in the corner just in the corner.

It was unexpected and heart-pounding!

Especially in the pitch-black darkness, people's nose, eyebrows and eyes can't be seen clearly, only the two pairs of eyes are shining brightly.

It's not easy to say, it looks like a little ghost who ran out of the Town God's Temple.

So Ning Weimin just let out an "ah", his body trembled, and he was fixed there like a nail.

Fortunately, the voice of apology was heard immediately, "Wei Min, I'm sorry, are you scared?"

"Hey, it's you, Guang Liang, why are you staying here?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Ning Weimin regretted it, because he asked too much, which was obviously nonsense.

Sure enough, Luo Guangliang's face turned blue from the cold was extremely embarrassing, and his eyes were a little teary.

"I'll be back in a while. I'm busy at home today. When my mother finishes using the kitchen..."

Nothing else, Ning Weimin quickly pretended to be stupid.

He laughed, took out a cigarette and lit one for Luo Guangliang, and then went into the courtyard.

When he passed the small kitchen of the Luo family, he didn't forget to say hello to Aunt Luo who was busy with her.

But even on such a day, Aunt Luo was not at all happy.

The way he smiled at him with the stew in his hand was uglier than crying.

(End of this chapter)