Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 89 "The old captain and Han Yugang are not welcome"

When the movie was over, He Ping looked at Mao Chunhua's eyes like autumn water, and couldn't help but pecked lightly.

"Ah!" This time Mao Chunhua stopped pretending to be an ostrich, and ran away like a frightened rabbit.

Until He Ping got on the bike, Mao Chunhua didn't have the courage to look him in the eye, so the girl switched back and forth between the rabbit and the ostrich that night.

However, after this movie, the relationship between the two has become clear. It can be seen from Mao Chunhua's arms around He Ping's waist. It is so tight that He Ping struggles to breathe.

It's getting late, this time is not like later generations, the streets are full of young couples at eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening, and now after seven o'clock in the evening, few people can be seen on the street.

He Ping sent Mao Chunhua home. Compared with the time when he came, He Ping stopped the car at the alley in front of Mao Chunhua's house. After a while, Mao Chunhua reluctantly took his hands from his waist Pull it out.

"Okay, we're home."

"Yeah." Although she took out her hand, the girl's face was still pressed against He Ping's back, feeling the warmth.

Seeing that the girl was still reluctant to come down, He Ping said, "I'll come back to you in two days, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

He Ping felt the head attached to his back moving back and forth, and he didn't speak any more, quietly enjoying the girl's attachment and reluctance to him.

After a while, the pressure on his back disappeared, and Mao Chunhua jumped out of the car, without daring to meet He Ping's eyes, and ran into the alley without saying hello.

He Ping shook his head with a smile. Just as he was about to turn around, he saw a girl sticking her head out from the alley, "Will you come to my house and sit for a while?"

When He Ping saw the girl's playful appearance, he felt a little happy, but when he thought that he had just kidnapped someone's daughter, he would run to the door to "demonstrate a demonstration", no matter how big-hearted Director Mao was, he would be upset, which would be very unfavorable for the future It's better not to get along with the old man, so he shook his head.

"Forget it, let's talk about it next time, it's too late this time."

"Oh!" The girl shook her head slightly disappointed, "Then I'm going back, you can go."

"Okay." In fact, He Ping wanted to kiss the girl goodbye, but seeing her as if facing a formidable enemy, he probably couldn't succeed.

He Ping saw that the girl shrank back and never showed her face again, so he knew that this time it was a real farewell.

He Ping was riding a bicycle on the way back to Hantun. Just after the fifteenth day, the moon in the sky was round and cast a cool moonlight. He always felt that the moon in winter was particularly bright, and it lit up the whole night. Today it was even brighter. so it is.The wind is also good. In winter nights in the Northeast, there are not many such breezes. Most of the time it is a strong north wind, like a bone scraping knife. Today's wind is a bit like a spring breeze, soft and warm.

When I got home, it was just eight o'clock, and the house was bustling, the living room was full of people chattering, which formed a wonderful contrast with his coldness and silence on the road.

Seeing that He Ping came back so late, some members joked, "Hey, what is He Ping doing?"

He Ping had a good time and didn't talk to him. The more he talked at this time, the more he was teased. Silence is golden.

Seeing that Guangle did not speak, the enthusiasm for teasing and joking among the big guys also dropped a lot, but He Ping's late return tonight was naturally indispensable in the chatting gossip.

"You said it's winter, what is this kid doing so late?"

"What else can I do, go on a tryst."

When people watch TV and eat melon seeds, the desire to gossip is always irresistible. This group of people gather together to watch TV, eat melon seeds, and gossip. He Ping, the person involved, is not betraying anyone at all!
He Ping was too lazy to listen to these old men and women making arrangements for him, so he ran to the east room to lie down.

"Did you know that you built a house last time?"

"I know, I didn't come."

"Hey, let me tell you, a group of girls and boys from the commune and county town have come, and there is a girl there, so please call He Ping!"

"So that's what happened?"

"That's not true, do you know, his father is our commune...this..." The speaker gave a thumbs up very subtly.

Those who listened were even more surprised, "It's terrible, if He Ping's matter is going to happen, won't he be climbing a high branch?"

"What you said, we are not bad at all. We can write novels and run a chicken farm. We earn thousands of dollars a year. Isn't that more than enough to match a leader's daughter?"

"You can't say that. After all, people are eating food supplies. After all, He Ping's household registration is still ours in Hantun, so it's not close."

This era is like this, money is very important, but money cannot prove a person's social status, it can only make you live more comfortably than ordinary people.

"What's the matter? How many of those who eat food supplies can publish novels in magazines? Can they earn manuscript fees?"

"Look at what you said, what we are talking about now is the issue of identity, don't keep talking, okay?"

"What do you mean by arguing? I don't like what you say, why? Those who eat the food supply are all capable and good people? Are all the rural people stupid?"

"It's okay, I don't like to talk to you, I'm blind every day."

It is normal for a gossip to end up unhappy.

The farm work in Northeast China is all done this season, and it’s not yet the beginning of spring. The old men and women in the team are all idle. This winter, with He Ping’s TV set, it can be regarded as a boring winter for everyone. The night life brings a little fun, or the day is just brushing your lips besides doing sports.

After 9:[-], the TV series finished. Everyone consciously cleaned the living room of He Ping’s house. They stayed here all night, cracking melon seeds and peeling peanuts. The owner, He Ping, said that they themselves were too embarrassed to come the next day.

He Ping got up from the kang when he heard the movement in the living room.

The old captain didn't participate in the chat just now, but he had received all the messages, so he dragged He Ping aside.

"Is it true?"

"What?"

"You and Director Mao's daughter?"

He Ping thought to himself, old man, you are so old, why are you still gossiping like this, I won't tell you.

"hey-hey!"

"Hey what are you doing?"

"hey-hey!"

"It's weird, do you want to talk about it?"

"hey-hey!"

"I understand."

The old captain didn't continue to ask, leaving He Ping alone.

Hey|Trough, what do you know?I didn't say anything.No, what do you mean?guessed?It shouldn't be, am I being so obvious?

He Ping felt a little uncomfortable.

The old man Huo Huo didn't know how to help clean up after all this time, and he still has a sense of public morality. Next time, he will put a sign on the door saying "The old captain and Han Yugang are not welcome."

(End of this chapter)