Since I am Yu Huanshui

Chapter 782
1975, summer, mid-July.

Forty-Nine City, the weather is hot.

【Safe crossing】

【The world under Zhengyangmen】

During the wake-up of the system, Qian Wenyou woke up. He was lying on a single bed with a mat under his body, sleeping on his side, leaving light red marks on his skin.

He got up, propped himself up and sat on the edge of the bed, covering his head, a little dazed, and hurried his feet in sleepy sleep, let him slow down first.

Before Qian Wenxu recovered, he observed the surrounding environment, where he was, and where he was, and when he escaped from the influence of just crossing, a stream of memories gushed out of his mind.

A sense of expansion appeared in the brain.

"Wearing."

"orphan."

"Live with Mr. Guan, the admiral of the Nine Gates."

"I'm 21 years old this year. I graduated from high school. It's not that I can't continue to take the entrance exam, but I have nowhere to go. I'm currently an unemployed young man, but with a smart head, I'm in the Forty-Nine City. Under the gap of the times, I can't do something The small business on the table, and at the same time, the news of the assignment of work has recently come, and I am waiting for the assignment of work by the sub-district office..."

A memory of his own identity appeared in Qian Wen's mind.

Qian Wen rubbed his temples, digesting the memories flooding his mind.

When he was 8 years old, in a cold winter, he curled up in front of the house of the old man Guan, the admiral of the nine gates, shivering like a small stone lion.

Then he was met by Uncle Guan who was going shopping. Uncle Guan’s son married a Chinese woman from Chinatown, and chose to stay abroad. He lived overseas all the year round. Even his granddaughter was rarely seen. He lived alone in Forty-nine City. No matter how strong you are, you will inevitably be lonely. Suddenly, seeing Qian Wen has a good eye, you adopted him.

They were not adopted as adopted sons, but they were very adopted sons, and they helped each other live all these years.

He called Mr. Guan, the admiral of the Nine Gates, as: Mr. Guan.

Mr. Guan, the admiral of the Nine Gates, called him: Kid Qian.

Not relatives are better than relatives.

In addition to these memories, there is that he and Han Chunming are good friends, oh, and Cheng Jianjun, he is also in the same class as Su Meng and Cai Xiaoli, and they are the same age, two years younger than Han Chunming.

During the Educated Youth Going to the Countryside movement a few years ago, Han Chunming and Cheng Jianjun, who had many brothers and sisters in their families, went to the countryside under the arrangement of the street office. Su Meng, the only child in the family, and He, the only child, stayed at home.

However, a month ago, Han Chunming and Cheng Jianjun's educated youths went to the countryside and returned to the city. Like him, they are waiting for the street office to arrange work.

There is also the small business that he himself did under the cracks of the times.

"Hoo hoo~~"

After digesting the arrangement given by the system, Qian Wen took a few breaths, took a deep breath, and at the same time, the swelling feeling in his head receded like a tide.

His arm was a little itchy, Qian Wen scratched the red mark on his skin, thinking in a daze.

"A child picked up by Mr. Guan, Admiral of the Nine Gates?

This arrangement, the system, you are really awesome.

I thought I would arrange myself to wear Han Chunming this time. I was ready to take down Su Meng in three days, take down Little Lazy Cat in three years, and punch and kick Cheng Jianjun.

Now I have made an orphan for me, and it is still cold and shivering, with a small stone lion in the background at the door, you can do it, system! "

Qian Wen's talking to himself was ignored by the system, as if it didn't exist.

After accepting the identity arrangement, Qian Wen looked up at his room. It was a single room with solid wood furniture, a bed, a large wardrobe, a desk, and a potted flower on the desk. The room was not too big but it looked like it was in the 70s.

"You can live in a single room in 75 years, yes, very good."

As Qian Wen said, he put on the thousand-ply-soled cloth shoes, picked up the army green coat thrown at the head of the bed, and just put it on, before he could go out, the door was pushed open.

"Boy Qian, why are you still in bed at noon, and you forgot what you plan to do in the afternoon?

Get up quickly, I am still in a hurry to play chess. "

With the big bags under his eyes, the admiral of the Nine Gates, Mr. Guan, walked in, with an old-fashioned, slightly hoarse voice.

Qian Wen blinked in a daze, and remembered that before lunch today, he promised to give the old man a haircut after his lunch break.

Looking at the old man's urging words, it was because he stayed in bed and made the old man wait anxiously.

"Grandpa, what time is it?" Qian Wen asked, looking at the clock beside him.

"Don't look at it, it's a quarter past three, let the admiral of the Nine Gates wait for you, you are No.1.

Hurry up and wait to go out. "Grandpa Guan knocked on the door frame, told him to hurry up, then turned and walked out.

However, Qian Wen's gaze was fixed on the clock. The shell is made of red solid wood, and the color is gorgeous and dazzling. The dial and clock hands that represent the time are red gold. The entire clock is composed of gold and red, antique, elegant and generous. , the sense of machinery coexists, and the sense of the Republic of China era blows across the face.

"Tick tick ~ tick tick ~"

The pointer is crisp, pleasing to the ear, smooth and without noise.

"Good fellow, should I say it's Mr. Guan?

I'm afraid this is enough for modern antiques. "

Qian Wen didn't know much about antiques, anyway, looking at the randomly placed clocks and watches, he felt exquisite and luxurious, and he was delighted to see them.

In the memory given by the system, this clock has been placed in his hut for many years, and he has never paid much attention to it.

Mr. Guan meant to let him pass on his mantle, but unfortunately, in his memory, he seemed not interested in antiques, and lacked interest in learning. He was not at all like Han Chunming, so Han Chunming was an apprentice, and Qian Wen was a pensioner——Children Qian .

"Tsk tsk tsk, I seem to be somewhat arrogant in my memory, and I don't even learn how to appreciate treasures.

But think about it, even now I seem to be uninterested.

I seem to like to look at it more, and at most listen to the stories behind it, and the others... well, 'give' them to the owner who likes them. "

Qian Wen looked at his thoughts at this moment, shook his head, and criticized, "Vulgar! Too vulgar!
Look at Han Chunming, look at his old man. "

"Why, you still need me three times?"

At this time, Mr. Guan urged again, Qian Wen smiled, ignored the antique clocks, stepped forward, and walked out.

Grandpa Guan's home is a small courtyard, consisting of several main rooms, wing rooms, and a kitchen. It is very decent, comfortable, small and exquisite.

Looking up, he could see that there was a bench in the middle of the small courtyard. Mr. Guan was already wearing a barber apron, ready to go. Barber tools, scissors, razors, hand clippers, etc. were neatly placed on the small table next to him.

Qian Wen was familiar with these things, and haircuts were one of the small businesses he ran. From time to time, he would push a bicycle out of the stall, get a haircut, [-] cents per person, and [-] cents from the neighbors, and the business was good.

After all, many families now choose to have their own haircuts.

"Won't you wash it first?" Qian Wen stepped forward, picked up a pair of scissors, touched the sharp edge with his belly, and asked with a smile.

"It's weird when I wake up, that's all."

Mr. Guan glanced at Qian Wen, and sat upright on the bench in front of him.

The corner of Qian Wen's mouth smiled slightly, he was not talking too much, he took a wooden comb, compared, brushed, and straightened Mr. Guan's hair.

Mr. Guan is 67 years old this year. His hair is grizzled, but his body is strong. He drinks a lot every day and is very chic.

Especially in the original timeline, with him, the boy Qian who came to him by himself, with someone to keep him company, to set fire to him, he was full of energy.

There are not so many hairdressing routines in this era, such as hair trimming, trimming, cropping, and shaving.Of course, Qian Wen is talking about men. If it is a woman, the request will be [-].

In less than 10 minutes, it was done. Qian Wen looked around and found that it was very good. Then he flicked the hair around his neck with a soft brush.

The tools were placed on the small table aside, Qian Wen looked towards the kitchen, "I'll boil water, wash it, and then go play chess."

"I'm ready, what about waiting for you?" Mr. Guan gave Qian Wen a sideways look.

The two lived together, Mr. Guan didn't treat him as a child, he didn't treat him as an old man, they were very harmonious and harmonious.

Qian Wen chuckled and poured water.

After Mr. Guan washed his hair and Qian Wen washed his handles, the hairdressing tools had already been placed in the tool box, and the boards of the tool box were placed on the bicycle, as if waiting to be sold.

Seeing this, Qian Wen smiled again. He originally planned to get a haircut this afternoon, but he just planned to go out of the stall for the time being when he first arrived in the world under Zhengyangmen. He wanted to go to the courtyard where Han Chunming's family lived. Mr. Guan got it all done, Qian Wen touched his nose and got out of the stall!
"Strange, sick?"

Seeing that Qian Wen was a little puzzled, Mr. Guan frowned and asked with concern.

"No, it's just that I fell asleep, and my head is still a little swollen." Qian Wen explained with a smile.

"Headache?" Old Man Guan's brows became tighter, "Why don't you continue to rest, no, don't you have a few skills of quack doctor, why do you still..." Old Man Guan, who touched his forehead, paused and said again , "If the doctor doesn't heal himself, should he go to the health center?"

Seeing that Mr. Guan cared so much about him because of a casual remark, Qian Wen jumped on the spot, expressing that he was fine.

Mr. Guan looked Qian Wen up and down again, and when he saw his face was ruddy, he nodded reassuringly, and resumed the style of the admiral of the Nine Gates, "Then let's go."

Qian Wen smiled, pushed on the bicycle, and followed Mr. Guan out.

The place where Grandpa Guan played chess was nearby, one step away, and today Qian Wen didn't plan to go far, he was just not far from where he played chess.

The haircut tool box was pushed away, layer by layer, revealing his dick.

Then a wooden sign was placed on the bicycle, adults had their hair cut at four corners, children had their hair cut at three corners, and their beards were shaved at two corners.

Then, I looked around, looked up to the sky and shouted, "Haircut~~~~"

The yelling sound was distant, loud, and full of energy.

Qian Wen didn't mean to be embarrassed or embarrassed at all, but also a little cheerful, novel, and fresh.

Hearing the sound, Old Man Guan turned his head to look over, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth when he heard the angry yelling.

He just likes the aura of Kid Qian, he is upright and informal, he is a person who does great things.

The place where the chess game was played was surrounded by a lot of men from the neighborhood. They were watching the game. When they saw Mr. Guan coming, they gave way one after another. When they heard Qian Wenhong's yelling, they greeted with a smile, "Mr. Guan, your Qian boy This voice is so refreshing.

By the way, I heard that new jobs in the streets are about to come down recently. If you don’t give your family money, you can move around and get active.

He is also a young man, and he should have a serious job and find a wife. "

Mr. Guan didn't even raise his eyelids, his eyes were all on the chess. Seeing that the handsome chess player played bad chess again and again, and was beaten by the chess player, "Stinky, this chess game is too smelly." Then he changed the subject and said , "Everyone has his own life, it depends on how he goes."

"Hi, you are always so steady." The uncle who spoke said with a smile.

But under the big bags under the old man Guan's eyes, those seemingly lifeless eyes were actually very bright and moving.

Qian Wen's side.

Under the yelling, he soon had a business. It was a child of his own who was brought by a mother. The child took two cents from the neighborhood. In summer, he shaved his head. He was familiar with Qian Wen. A shiny marinated egg is freshly baked.

Sweeping away the broken hair, I patted on some prickly heat powder with a sense of accomplishment.

Then, perhaps hearing his loud yelling, neighbors who needed a haircut came out one after another.

Most of them are women, few children, and men are average. Qian Wen smiled, feeling the atmosphere of the 75th city in [-], while earning a dime of coins.

The scorching sun moved westward, time passed, and the money box on the bicycle gradually became full. Although they were all dimes and dimes, Qian Wen was still very happy.

Don't look too small, but the purchasing power is strong.

A catty of noodles is only 1 cents, a catty of meat is about [-] cents, and vegetables rarely exceed three cents.

And with the ability 'strong' in his body, he would not be too tired even after a day's work.

"Qian Wen, are you busy?"

At this time, a man's voice with a magnetic voice came from a few steps away from Qian Wen.

Qian Wen was cutting hair for an old lady. Hearing the sound, he slowed down a little and turned his head to look.

Han Chunming grinned, stood two steps away from him, and watched him busy with a smile.

Han Chunming, the protagonist under the Zhengyangmen, the world line revolves around him, he is kind, righteous, generous, informal, and experienced in doing things, a little bit of a saint, repaying evil with virtue.

However, he is a good candidate for a friend. You will never have to worry about backstabbing, and you will definitely be helped by him if you ask him for something.

Hobbies: Su Meng, Chinese antique culture.

"Walking?" Qian Wen looked at Han Chunming and asked with a smile.

Han Chunming waved his hand, "A relative is here, go to the Qianmen building to meet him."

"I have to use the bicycle to push it by myself. I'm busy, so I can take things by myself."

Qian Wen glanced at the bicycle behind him, standing against the wall, and told Han Chunming to push it by himself.It's not that close to Qianmenlouzi, and it takes a while to go back and forth. In this hot weather, it's more comfortable and convenient to go back and forth by bicycle.

Han Chunming's eyes lit up, he didn't see anyone, and said bluntly, "Then I won't be blunt."

"If you dare to say thank you, I'll tell the old man." Qian Wen threatened jokingly.

"You think too much."

For the convenience of getting out of the stall, Qian Wen installed several iron baskets on the front and back of his bicycle, and put all the tools in it. However, the iron baskets were not welded to death, and they were alive and easy to take.

Han Chunming gently removed the haircut toolbox for him, put it away, and then looked at the money box on the bicycle. There were already a lot of small coins in it, and he closed it solemnly. Looking at Qian Wen, "It's really good to have a craft. Unlike me, I have to wait for the street to do the assignment."

"I'm not the same, I'm waiting for the job done by the street." Qian Wen said with a smile.

"The money box is here, you should watch it."

Han Chunming put the money box not far from Qian Wen's feet, and put it on top of the barber tool box.

"Don't worry, someone else would dare to rob me?" Qian Wen raised his eyebrows and said very bluntly.

"That's right, the one who dared to snatch you must have forgotten his eyes today."

Han Chunming thought that before he went to the countryside as an educated youth, a few thieves entered their alley, carrying children. , You must know that Qian Wen was not an adult at that time, he was only in his teens.

Also, in the streets and alleys around here, those mischievous and lawless young men, that fist that has never eaten Qian Wen.

What he said just now is really redundant.

"gone."

Han Chunming said hello, got on Qian Wen's bicycle and wanted to leave.

"Aren't you going to say hello to the old man?" Qian Wen looked at the chess playing place not far away, and saw that the old man Guan was already in line, and he was very happy to kill.

"Say hello again when you come back, see how happy the old man is, so don't bother him."

As Han Chunming said, he rode his bicycle away.

Qian Wen shook his head. With this character, he is comfortable to be around. Cheng Jianjun and Han Chunming can become incompatible enemies. What a ghost.

Qian Wen continued his work, and soon, the aunt's hair was done, the money was collected, and there were no guests for the time being, Qian Wen took out his canned glass, which contained the chrysanthemum tea made for him by the old man, but it was left It's been a long time and it's already cold.

Qian Wen didn't pay much attention, herbal tea was more refreshing, he sat on the small bench he brought, and drank the water.

Qian Wendong looked around and looked at this alley. Pedestrians coming and going in the alley were all familiar neighborhood disputes. They passed by to say hello, nodded and chatted casually.

There are few streets and alleys around here, but there are no courtyards. They are all large courtyards in alleys, and each family shares a courtyard.

The hutongs extend in all directions and twist and turn. If outsiders who are not familiar with the roads come in, they will get dizzy after a while, and only by asking people can they regain their sense of direction.

Looking at the corner of the alley, there are a few little girls with shofar braids and jumping rubber bands, with flushed faces and a solid look, unlike modern children, who are like porcelain dolls, panting when they run, and when the wind blows It's possible to catch a cold.

Looking, looking, Qian Wen suddenly felt that someone was watching him, Qian Wen looked over and found that it was the old man playing chess.

Grandpa Guan made a gesture of drinking water. He was thirsty after playing chess. Qian Wen couldn't help smiling, got up, and walked over with chrysanthemum tea.

This old man is very funny.

There is no one who dislikes those who work together, Mr. Guan took the big glass and drank it.

After a while, Qian Wen's hairdressing stand had customers again, and he started earning money again after taking a break.

Don't underestimate this unremarkable or even crude barber shop. Just this afternoon's effort is equivalent to a week's wages of some factory apprentices.

After being busy for a while, Han Chunming came back.

There are really a lot of big bags and small bags... Oh, no, I was wrong, adults and children hung a bunch of them.

There are four people sitting on my small bicycle, which is really hard in the world.

Han Chunming was riding a bicycle, a middle-aged woman was sitting in the back seat, and two daughters were sitting on the bicycle beam, one big and one small, very crowded.

Han Chunming came crookedly on his bicycle.

"Brother Wu, I can't do it anymore, I'm about to be crushed." Meng Xiaoxing shouted, sticking out her tongue.

"Let you run and keep up. You insist on squeezing together, saying that you are not afraid of being thin, but now you are." Han Chunming laughed.

"You take the car, why should I run, no, I insist on sitting, even if my stomach is squeezed." Meng Xiaoxing groaned.

"Are you letting my aunt run, or my sister Honghua?
This still requires you to run. "Han Chunming limped to Qian Wen on his bicycle.

There were too many people with him, it was difficult to brake, and he was about to be hit. Qian Wen's eyes were quick, and he jumped to the side in a hurry, patted his chest, and looked shocked, "Chunming, I borrowed the car from you."

The bicycle stopped. Meng Xiaoxing, Aunt Han Chunming, and cousin jumped off the bicycle. Han Chunming bowed his head in embarrassment, "blame me, blame me, I will treat you to a good meal tomorrow."

"I'm going too!" On the side, Meng Xiaoxing raised her hand and said without any fear.

"Stay aside!" Han Chunming slapped Meng Xiaoxing's forehead hard, you are the worst!

Qian Wen, a relative of Han Chunming's family, didn't know him either, so he just nodded and said hello, and Han Chunming grabbed Meng Xiaoxing and led his aunt towards home.

"Brother Wu, who is this guy? He looks so good-looking." Meng Xiaoxing followed behind Han Chunming and asked. When she asked this question, she turned her head and gave Qian Wen another look.

"It looks good, it's handsome, then take a look at it more." Han Chunming said amusedly.

Of course Qian Wen is handsome and good-looking. Everyone in the ten streets around here knows and recognizes it. Many young girls are thinking about it.

Qian Wen watched Han Chunming and others walk into the courtyard, and looked at the bag of apples in Meng Xiaoxing's hand, "This time, the apples were brought home intact."

Maybe it was because Qian Wen borrowed Han Chunming's bicycle, and Meng Xiaoxing sat on the pole along the way, squeezed her stomach, and didn't have time to deal with the few apples in the net.

In the original timeline, Han Chunming’s relatives came to his house without bringing anything with him. In order to make his aunt’s face feel better, Han Chunming bought apples at his own expense, assuming that his aunt had brought them.

But who would have thought that as soon as they arrived at the door, the apples they bought were eaten up by Meng Xiaoxing and the others, looking like a starved ghost reincarnated.

Just now, Qian Wen saw that the bag of apples in Meng Xiaoxing's hand was intact and had not been wiped out, Han Chunming's good intentions had not been wasted.

When the bicycle came back, Qian Wen pinched the tire, and it was a little flat. "I have to pump it up at night. If it is worn out, it will be very troublesome to repair."

After re-hanging the things, Qian Wen looked at the sky, and saw that the time was almost up, and after taking care of the last few guests, he was also ready to close the stall, and the money was endless.

(End of this chapter)