Since I am Yu Huanshui

Chapter 793 1977 years

Coming out of the empty construction site, Qian Wen and Han Chunming went home, while Cheng Jianjun hung behind, far away, hiding his head and showing his tail along the way, covering up his new look, he was so self-conscious that he was afraid of losing face.

At six o'clock, it was the time when the streets and alleys were bustling. In the old place at the entrance of the alley, Mr. Guan was playing chess, surrounded by a circle of old men.

Qian Wen, who was riding a bicycle, passed by and took a look. The situation was good and he was about to be killed, so he didn't bother him, and left with Han Chunming with a smile.

After arriving at the gate of the courtyard and parting from Han Chunming, Qian Wen pushed his bicycle into his small courtyard.

Standing by the wall, I patted the ashes on my hands. Seeing that they were still dirty, I took out a copper basin to wash my hands, and sprinkled the water on the dry ground of the courtyard with a splash, pressing down the dust.

I went to the kitchen and took two sips of cold water, found a small watermelon from the corner, cut it in half, and dug it with a spoon to eat.

“Comfortable~”

In summer, don't feel too comfortable eating a palatable, red fleshed, sweet watermelon.

He dug a few big mouths again and again.

At the entrance of Dazayuan Hutong, Cheng Jianjun came back from hiding, riding a bicycle in a distorted manner, and when he met acquaintances, he either turned his head or looked at the sky.

After finally getting to the gate of the courtyard, when he heard the sound of playing chess, his brain hurts now. These uncles basically watched him grow up. If they saw his nose bruised and face swollen into a pig's head, they might stop him and ask questions. , At that time, he will be ashamed.

Gritting his teeth, lowering his head, and pedaling hard, the chain of the bicycle rattled, and Cheng Jianjun rode over with a whoosh.

No one looked at him, no one noticed him, and Cheng Jianjun breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't notice him.

He didn't dare to stop at all, he just wanted to run away, run home, and stay until his face recovered before coming out.

As for Qian Wen and Han Chunming's humiliation to him... Cheng Jianjun, who was carrying his bicycle to the courtyard, flashed through Qian Wen's last moment, suffocated, powerless, afraid, weak, and gritted his teeth, "Han Chunming even humiliated you!" Me, your job depends on me, don't let me seize the opportunity!"

For Qian Wen, a flash of fear flashed from the depths of his eyes, he was terrified of being beaten, and when he couldn't beat Qian Wen at once, he didn't dare to try again, the price was too high.

When Cheng Jianjun was thinking and moving his bicycle to the front yard, an exclamation made him withdraw his thoughts.

"Yeah, what's going on, Jianjun?"

The front yard, the only way to pass, the public water tap, surrounded by four or five old women who are fetching water, washing vegetables, and preparing dinner.

After that, exclamation sounded like five hundred ducks, exploding in his ears. The noise and discussion disgusted him.

"Who beat you so hard that your eyes are swollen? It's like a walnut."

"The corners of the mouth are broken!"

"The face is also swollen, and there are fingerprints."

"The whole face seems to be swollen. Jianjun, you were robbed? Why did you become like this?"

"Yeah, why is there so many bruises on your face, why are you slapping your face?"

Cheng Jianjun was stunned. Why was he hiding all the way? Wasn't it just for his own image? It's all right now, and he doesn't have to bother to hide anymore. He will know that Cheng Jianjun has become a pig's head within an hour at most, and his nose is blue and his face is swollen from being beaten .

I don't know how to pass it on later, where will he put his face in the future.

This made Cheng Jianjun, who had a face as big as the sky, feel worse than killing him.

His face was already bruised and his face was swollen, but Cheng Jianjun's face turned redder this anger, the redness and swelling became more obvious, and he began to feel tight in his chest.

Without saying a word, Cheng Jianjun hurried to the backyard with his head down pushing his bicycle.

"What's the matter with this child? He's injured like this?" Chunming's mother was also washing vegetables, and seeing Cheng Jianjun's bruised nose and swollen face, she couldn't bear to look directly at him.

"Who knows, he's so arrogant, he doesn't bother to say a word every time he comes back." The aunt said disdainfully.

"I guess I was bullied by the people in the unit. No one in our hospital knows about his character of stepping down and praising the high. Maybe that sentence offended someone. He blocked the alley after work and gave him a fat beating." A middle-aged woman lowered her voice.

"Okay, okay, a group of women and people are all blind, take your water."

Living in the front yard, Uncle Guo at the door, fanning the cattail fan, shouted.

Looking at the back of Cheng Jianjun who was walking in a hurry, he walked towards the gate shaking his head.

At Han Chunming's house, Han Chunming heard that Cheng Jianjun had come back, but he didn't show up. He hid on purpose. When they met at this time, he and Cheng Jianjun would only be embarrassed and unhappy.

The sky darkened a little bit, and the temperature became cooler. As expected, it was no secret that Cheng Jianjun was beaten into a pig's head, and the news spread in the neighborhood.

No one involved spoke, and it was rumored that a group of demons were dancing wildly. Each family had their own explanations, and each one was more bizarre than the other.

After all, this level of beating is relatively rare, and it is specially directed at the face.

Cheng Jianjun's family.

The air pressure in the house was very low. Cheng Jianjun’s parents and younger brother came back. Cheng Jianjun’s mother was knocking on the door of Cheng Jianjun’s room. You decide!"

"Papapapa~~"

No matter how many times he knocked, the door of Cheng Jianjun's room was firmly closed, and no one made a sound inside.

"Father, Jianjun won't be overwhelmed, inside..."

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, Cheng's mother turned her head to look at her husband, and said anxiously.

"Get out of the way, I'll kick the door open."

As soon as these words came out, Cheng's father's expression also changed. He pulled his wife away and was about to break in.

"Can you let me be quiet for a while, I just want to be quiet!
Can you be quiet for a while, I can't die, I can't die, I can't die, don't worry~~"

In the room, Cheng Jianjun roared angrily. At this moment, all his anger was directed at his parents and family members, and he was powerless and furious.

His younger brother was taken aback and took two steps back.

Cheng's father and Cheng's mother glanced at each other, and it was enough to make a sound, and hurried to the door, looking through the gap, "Jianjun, please open the door, and let me and your father see you.

It was rumored in the hospital that you were beaten, your nose was bruised and your face was swollen, and you were bleeding. Mom is worried, let's go to the hospital, okay? "

Since they got off work, Cheng Jianjun locked the door tightly. Up to now, they have not seen their son to see how the injury is.

There was no sound in Cheng Jianjun's room again, and everything returned to calm.

Cheng's mother looked at her husband anxiously, and Cheng's father gave his wife a calm look. It's good for the son to speak, at least his life is not in danger, let him come, "Jianjun, tell me what's the matter, it's really not possible Let's go to the police station, we will be able to..."

"Get out, go away~~"

In the room, Cheng Jianjun beat the bed hard. What's the use of going to the police station to find a policeman?I want him to be punched again.

Cheng Jianjun's parents had no choice.

...............

It was completely dark.

The mosquitoes on the street are making steady noises, constantly circling around people, which is annoying.

The admiral of the Nine Gates, Mr. Guan, ordered another plate. He really couldn't bear the bites of these mosquitoes, "No more, no more, Xiao Ning, come here."

Mr. Guan got up, straightened his waist, stretched out his hand to drive away the mosquitoes near his ears, turned around happily and walked home.

"Mr. Guan, don't let it go now? Take out your mosquito repellent, let's continue." Just now, when he was playing chess with Mr. Guan, he shouted with a smile when he saw Mr. Guan was about to leave.

"Don't want to prostitute my family's mosquito repellent grass for free. You are afraid of mosquito bites. You spend money to buy it, and a few cents will pick you up." Mr. Guan didn't turn his head, and shook his head three times, as comfortable as he could be.

"Maybe it's free." Old Zhang said with a smile without any shame.

Mosquito repellent is Qian Wen's wild wormwood, mixed with some mosquito repellent weeds, and weaved Twist Teng.

Burn one section at a time, which is effective in repelling mosquitoes.

Qian Wen usually gets these weeds that no one wants from the wild, weaves them up, and buys them to earn some money.

A 1.5-meter-long piece costs [-] cents. This sideline business is so-so. People with children at home will come to buy it, and those without children will endure it and beat it by themselves.

In the small courtyard, Qian Wen was cooking steamed meat in the kitchen. Since he acquired the new ability "Strength", he now feels weak all over without eating meat for three days. Eating rice noodles alone is not enough.

Creaking, Qian Wen heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and then the old man's voice came.

"What are you doing, it smells so good?"

"Floured steamed pork." Qian Wen replied with a smile.

"Good appetizers.

Do you know that Cheng Jianjun was beaten when he came back from get off work?I heard that the beating was not light.

You should also pay attention on the way back from get off work. I know that you are good at martial arts, but two fists are no match for four hands. "Grandpa Guan stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at the busy Qian Wen, and said.

"Understood." Qian Wen responded lightly, and kept hitting the egg liquid in the bowl with his chopsticks.

"Huh?" Seeing Qian Wen's non-curious tone, Mr. Guan noticed something was wrong, narrowed his big eye bags, and guessed, "It couldn't be your handwriting, could it?"

Qian Wen turned around and said with a faint smile, "Cheng Jianjun anonymously reported that Chunming and I were speculating."

"It's a light blow!" Mr. Guan said directly.

"Isn't it because your apprentice was there at the time, so you have to save some face." Qian Wen said.

"Chunming is too benevolent." Mr. Guan, the admiral of the Nine Gates, snorted.

"There are many ways to deal with Cheng Jianjun, just eat for a while, turn on the radio and listen to opera first."

Qian Wen turned his head and continued to work. He mainly cooks his own meals. He has a big appetite and the old man can't eat much.

Soon, dinner will be served.

Two people, a jug of wine, several dishes of appetizers, listening to opera, drinking together leisurely under the bright moon.

Time flies, and everything is much faster at once.

Ever since Fat beat Cheng Jianjun, Cheng Jianjun hadn't stabbed him again. Every day he hid from Qian Wen and went out and in. Even if he happened to bump into him accidentally, he would nod and smile, showing no signs of resentment at him.

But Qian Wen knew that Cheng Jianjun was like a poisonous snake. If he didn't jump, it didn't mean he was safe. Maybe he didn't find a chance.

As for Han Chunming and Cheng Jianjun, after a few months, they got back together again, and Han Chunming said that it was Cheng Jianjun who took the initiative to talk to him.

I really don't know what Cheng Jianjun is selling.

But Qian Wen waited for the next time he punched him and sent him to prison.

In addition to going to and from get off work, Qian Wen maintained relationships in the factory, and also began to meet the director of the nearby police station.

By a very accidental coincidence, he made friends with Director Hao, and took two days a week to teach English to Director Hao's daughter for two hours each time.

Moreover, his business of buying and selling, going to the countryside to collect eggs, and selling them to the supply department of the factory started privately again.

This time it was a long-term business. After such a long time, he had established the channel and maintained the relationship. There will be no more situations like the last time when he had to accept the investigation of the security department for a mere anonymous report call.

As long as the industrial and commercial authorities do not take action to catch individuals and obtain stolen goods, there will be no problem at all.

Participants, Han Chunming, Li Chengtao, Cai Xiaoli, and half of them are in tatters.

When it is broken, it is still [-]% of the original profit.

At the beginning, Cai Xiaoli was not taken because he wanted Taozi to take advantage of his wealth and win Cai Xiaoli in one fell swoop, but he didn't expect this kid to be ruthless, but he didn't do anything, so Qian Wen kicked him in anger.

In the end, Cai Xiaoli was added. Cai Xiaoli's work is unambiguous and not hypocritical.

This business is done at least once a month, and each time afterward, the four of them pay a total of [-] yuan, which is used by Qian Wen to clear up the relationship and manage things.

Qian Wen's side job didn't stop either, and he added a few more. After work, if there was nothing urgent, he would go directly to the Temple of Heaven by bicycle, and make sketches for couples who came to "photograph mother-in-law" to earn extra money.

Not to mention, falling in love really makes people lose their minds, and this kind of flirt makes his business surprisingly good.

Or we can make all kinds of beautiful grass rings, couple bracelets, the price is lower, and they are also good buys.

Coupled with his other sideline jobs, his small coffers are steadily rising.

In the work unit, he also has fewer things, especially when he was on the night shift once, he caught five small thieves by himself and beat him to the ground. Not only did his salary increase, but he also had fewer things. In the security department, he became a brother from a small fortune , except for the section chief Xu Jianye, everyone changed their name to brother.

Because those five thieves who came into the factory to steal things were a bit miserable.

It seems to be short of a wife.

At his age, he looks sunny, handsome, and has a serious job. There are many matchmakers, but Qian Wen smiles and rejects them all, saying that he is not in a hurry to get married.

Even Mr. Guan, the admiral of the Nine Gates, asked him once, but Qian Wen just replied, "Understood."

You told the little lazy cat to go back to China, I will get married in minutes and play cats.

The old man and his foreign son have been exchanging letters, not many, maybe only one letter in half a year. Qian Wen has also read the letter. The old man intends to call his granddaughter, little lazy cat, back to his side, and does not want his granddaughter to become a foreigner.

Time flies, white horses pass by.

Time came to 1977 unconsciously.

Summer of 1977, early August.

Qian Wen had just finished his night shift, and came out from the alley on his bicycle, heading home.

Passing by the gate of the courtyard, an exclamation caught Qian Wen's attention.

"Meng Xiaoxing, what are you doing?"

Han Chunming's tone was hurried, as if Meng Xiaoxing was doing something that shocked him.

"You turned the world upside down, get up for me, dare to dismantle my bicycle!"

"Why, you forgot what you said last night?" Meng Xiaoxing, who was pushed away, refused to accept.

"What did I say, didn't I just talk about the bicycle I saved for eight yuan?"

"This is incredible. I'll give you eight yuan, and I can get this bicycle."

"Go, go, go and play!"

"While you are playing, I finally took it apart, find me a sack, and I will pretend to go."

Meng Xiaoxing pushed Han Chunming away and continued to disassemble the bicycle in front of Han Chunming's house.

Han Chunming wants to cry but has no tears. He has a bad mouth. He was talking nonsense last night. Now the bicycle is missed.

"Hello, is it so lively early in the morning?"

Qian Wen stood not far away, watching this happy scene with great interest.

The boredom of the night was swept away.

(End of this chapter)