Fengcheng old events

Chapter 255
It passed so quickly that no one except the person involved would remember it.

Life goes on as usual, weep when we should cry, and enjoy what we should be happy. To live is to do something, and to have a look of being alive.

When the list came down, Zhang Qingzhi was on the list.

It’s hard to say this, it’s okay to say it’s because Liu Guixin went to make a fuss, or it’s okay to say that the workshop had this plan in the first place, anyway, everyone has their own ideas and calculations, everyone, hello my mother Haha.

No one will mention this.

But after this incident, Zhang Qingzhi's status in the family seems to have dropped a little bit. Before, he could argue with Liu Guixin about anything, but now it's just a look...

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"Haven't you picked it yet? Dude, you're picking up a book as much as picking a daughter-in-law, so you don't read it? Tell you that Quan Nanfen's book is the most complete, the most, in the street. Little boys come to rent from me."

"No, I've read them all." Zhang Xinglong flipped through the book.

He is a fast reader, has read almost all the good ones, and has a good memory. He can memorize almost everything after reading it, and there is no need to read it twice. As a result, it becomes difficult to pick a book that can be read.

"Come on, let me recommend two books to you, seeing how uncomfortable you are." The old man took a few breaths, held his big belly, and pulled out two booklets from the cardboard box: "These two books You look it up, it's sure to look good."

The coal stove in the house was roaring, and the thick cotton curtain kept the cold wind out, and the heat was steaming in the small floor.It's just that the light bulb is too small and not bright enough.

"The light is too dim, how tired the eyes are."

"It's fine if it's a little bit brighter. Let's see it together. If you change the big bubble, who will pay the electricity bill for me? I read a book for only a dime and I have a fan in summer and a coal stove in winter. What else do you want? God damn it ?”

The old man was very aggressive all day, and I don't know why. The little bastards in the society came to him honestly, and they always smiled with a few words of training.

Zhang Xinglong looked through the books recommended by the old man. Big fish eat small fish. The author has never heard of it, but the writing is okay: "Just this one, take five or three volumes."

"How about it? Okay? Guaranteed you like to read it. You young people are just so proud of it. It's fun to read it." The old man went to the box and found the first three volumes: "No Already, just press a piece, don’t be too lazy.”

It turned out that Zhang Xinglong had borrowed five...five volumes, and deposited one yuan here.

"Okay, just don't miss it." Zhang Xinglong stuffed the book into his schoolbag.

"I can't miss you, I remember all of this." The old man picked up the large ledger and looked for it, and turned to Zhang Xinglong's page to make a few notes.Each renter has a separate page, which is clearly recorded.

"Give me a ticket?" Zhang Xinglong packed his schoolbag and stretched out his hand to the old man.

"Tsk." The old man turned his mouth and reached into his pocket: "Oh, I owe you all for coming to my place to read a book. I don't care about anything." He tossed two small train tickets and threw them on the on the table.

"Anyway, you don't need that much, and you don't spend any money." Zhang Xinglong grabbed the ticket and left the bookstore to run to the small train station.Not far from here, 50 meters.He heard the alarm go off, and the little train pulled into the station immediately.

I rushed to the station and climbed onto the small train in one breath, and then I breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't go inside to find a seat, but took out the novel to read.

"Tickets." The conductor's cold voice sounded.Zhang Xinglong turned his head and took a look, his face was smeared with pink and white, and his hair exploded with perm.

Handed over a ticket, bowed his head and continued to read.

It was completely dark when the little train arrived at Guojiabao, Zhang Xinglong followed the crowd and crossed the river along the bridge built by the troops.This bridge is no longer good. It was simple at the beginning, and the middle has been crushed by a big car and collapsed with a hole.

The club is just over the bridge, and the department store is at the end of this road. The sales sheds on the side of the road are almost rusted, and they haven't been painted at all.

Walking to the crossroads, there was no one on the street, and the lights of several small shops really illuminated the area.

Mom and brother's stalls have been closed.

When I got home, I took a look into the house through the courtyard wall, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong, so I went to knock on the door and entered the house.At this time, the children don't bring the keys, for fear that they will lose them.There is no place for keys in this era.

After entering the house and putting down the schoolbag, I found that my brother's expression was not right: "Brother, what's wrong?"

"My mother touched it. Why did you come back now? Where did you go crazy?"

"I didn't go anywhere, I went to rent books. Where did my mother touch?"

"Let the car touch it, it's heavy."

Zhang Xinglong got up and went to the big house: "Mom, did you touch it?"

Liu Guixin was sitting on the sofa, his whole body was a little listless, his right hand was wrapped in thick gauze.

"Where did you go before you came back? Come back early in the future. Mom can't move her hands these few days. You can help your brother get some stalls."

"Hmm. Mom, does it hurt? What happened?"

"It doesn't hurt, go do your homework. It will be fine in a few days."

Can it not hurt? As the saying goes, ten fingers connect to the heart. It is not ordinary pain to hurt the hand, and the hand is a human tool. Sometimes it will be uncontrollable to make subconscious movements, which makes it even more painful.

This morning Liu Guixin took a truck to the city to buy goods as usual, but who knew that at the bridgehead, the truck boards collided with another car when it went wrong.

The road here is not very good, a bit bumpy, Liu Guixin stood with one hand holding onto the carriage board.

As a result, the wrong car accidentally caught Liu Guixin's hand in it.

At that time, she didn't pay attention, she was frozen and unconscious, and the people around saw it: "Oh my god, Liu, what's wrong with your hand, it's full of blood?"

Liu Guixin raised his hand, only to realize that his hand was injured, the skin and flesh rolled up and twisted weirdly.broken bones.

It was impossible for the car to drive back, so Liu Guixin wrapped his hands in a scarf, insisted on arriving in the city, and continued to load the goods before going to the hospital.

Two fingers were broken, and the skin and flesh were severely damaged.

After entering the room and his hands warmed up, Liu Guixin almost passed out from the pain.Jumping hurts, and when the heart beats, the fingers hurt a lot.

However, she didn't think about her injury for the first time. Instead, she was worried about what to do with the stall. She would definitely not be able to move her hands. It was okay to sell the eldest son, but what to do with the goods?
"Take a good rest for two days, don't think about it, why don't you heal your injury first? Let Xiaojunzi sell the goods, these goods can be sold for a few days, if it doesn't work, I will go to buy the goods with my second child."

"You can do it? It's okay. Let's see it first, it's already like this. Alas." Liu Guixin was a little annoyed at himself, why was he so careless?This is all right, but how can I do it?
Many people live very carefully in many cases, not because they are afraid of injury and pain, but because they dare not be hurt or hurt.

(End of this chapter)