Life in a small village with quiet mountains and quiet waters

Chapter 103 Old Photos

The happy Gu Siwei was about to leave when the old man Tao, the guard, stopped Gu Siwei.

"Comrade Xiao Gu, did you see the roof of this car? Is there a sack?"

The old man Tao looked at the small space above the car in surprise, his eyes didn't move, but he stopped Gu Siwei clearly.

Gu Siwei was taken aback by the old man, and only then did he see that the thin old guy was hiding in the carriage, and he didn't notice it for a while.

"What?"

Gu Siwei pretended to be confused with understanding.

Hearing what Gu Siwei said, old man Tao subconsciously rubbed his eyes: "Is it my eyesight?"

"Then I don't know." The corners of Gu Siwei's mouth turned up slightly.

After getting what he wanted, Gu Siwei was ready to leave.

"Gu Siwei! Comrade Gu!"

Before he could move, Gu Siwei heard someone calling him again, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: What's wrong, can't I go away?

Turning around, I found that the person calling me was a young man in his twenties, this Gu Siwei had dealt with before, Wu Daorong's assistant, even if he was an apprentice, it was almost like this, helping Wu Daorong with some chores.

Just about to ask something, the young man waved at himself, and Gu Siwei had no choice but to walk over.

"I just need to find you, you come with me."

As soon as he arrived in front of this person, this person didn't say much, he just said to Gu Siwei to follow me, turned his head and walked in.

Gu Siwei thought for a while, and didn't ask any more questions. Looking at this posture, Gu Siwei felt that there might be a solution to what he said to Wu Daorong not long ago.

Following the young man to Wu Daorong's office, after pushing open the door, the young man did not enter, but directly bent down and took out a small cloth bag. There are not many snakeskin pockets for things now, and those things are chemical products. In addition to sacks, coarse cloth bags are seen on the market.

What the young man brought out was a coarse cloth bag.

"Director Wu bought this for you specially. Let me go over there in the next two days to see if the person from your village is here. If he comes, I will bring you there. It's also a coincidence. I just saw you at the door. Then take it back yourself," said the young man.

Gu Siwei can tell at a glance that there are potatoes in the cloth bag.

"This..." Gu Siwei was a little suspicious.

The young man seemed to understand what Gu Siwei was thinking, and he opened his mouth and said, "This is not from the public house, Director Wu paid for it himself."

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger to the truck carrying goods outside and explained: "The goods usually have wear and tear. If these drivers exceed the loss, they will have to pay a fine. If they don't exceed the loss, they will take these things back. It just so happens that they came here today, so Director Wu just bought you twenty catties, you are lucky, if the train doesn’t come today, I won’t give you this thing.”

"bought?"

Gu Siwei felt that Wu Daorong's... head was a little abnormal, but this abnormality made people feel awe-inspiring.

"Where did you get it if you didn't buy it?" The young man smiled.

"Where's your Director Wu?" Gu Siwei asked.

The young man replied: "Our Director Wu went to the factory for a meeting, and even if we come back, it will be after ten o'clock in the evening."

Gu Siwei felt that he didn't know what it was like psychologically. He suddenly felt that a bag of potatoes from a black family was not so happy.

"Oh, our director Wu said, don't give me any money. After all, you are his cousin. I will treat these as gifts from him. Remember to be diligent when you ask for things in the cafeteria in the future." The young man laughed.

After speaking, the young man turned around and walked towards the receiving area of ​​the cafeteria.

Gu Siwei was carrying a bag of potatoes, weighed it and estimated it weighed about twenty catties, which was almost exactly what he wanted not long ago.

"Well, wait a minute, I'll ask Director Wu where he lives. I've known him for so long and haven't visited the door yet."

Now that Wu Daorong is so particular about it, Gu Siwei will not be ignorant of etiquette, as the old saying goes, etiquette reciprocates!Wu Daorong is not here, so I can go to him, and take out some things in the space and send them to his home.

We Lao Gu don't take advantage of others!

The young man looked at Gu Siwei with strange eyes, and thought in his heart: Your fake cousins ​​are really too fake, and you are good enough. You have come to deliver so many things, and I don’t know how much you have taken from Director Wu. Qian, you don't know where our Director Wu's house is?

"You go out from here and go west. There is a Qianjin grain store. Go in from the road next to the electric pole and go straight. There is a gate at the end. Follow the road next to the gate and you will be in the family area. Wu The director’s house is in the innermost part of the third row, and there is a small yard with a slogan written on the gate.”

Hearing this, Gu Siwei took the potatoes, put them in the basket, thanked the young man, and then walked along the path told by the young man.

Wu Daorong's house is easy to find. In fact, as long as you roughly find the right place, it is quite convenient to find someone now, because the population is not mobile. Usually, if you open your mouth and ask, you can almost find out how many litters of mice the other family has produced this year. To tell you the truth, not to mention Wu Daorong, who is a living person, and he is also the director of the cafeteria, there is no one in the entire family area who does not know.

It's nothing special, the small courtyard is bigger than other houses, and it's usually the same as Qiao Yitong's single dormitory, but Wu Daorong's house occupies two rooms.

It’s not that he used his power for personal gain, but that the housing now depends on the level. It is normal for middle-level cadres like Wu Daorong to be divided into two bungalows. According to Gu Siwei’s understanding of the factory here, Wu Daorong’s level can I live in a building.

Maybe Wu Daorong developed his style and developed his house like this.

Standing at the gate of the yard, the situation in the whole yard can be seen at a glance. At this time, everyone does not have the habit of locking the door, because there are no thieves. The whole factory is almost full of workers, and they all have jobs. look.

It's not impossible, there will always be people with dirty hands and feet, but in this era, there are really not many such petty thefts, especially in the worker's family area.

Everyone didn't have the habit of locking the door, so Gu Siwei stood in the courtyard at the door and saw clearly.

There is no decoration, there is a small square table in the yard, some small wooden stools are scattered around, and there is an enamel tray on the table, and there are six or seven glasses in the tray.

The glass is covered with a square white lace handkerchief, I don't know why, this thing lets in the wind, and it doesn't block dust or rain when it's covered on the glass, it's probably just for good looks.

This kind of decoration can be seen everywhere now. It seems that every exquisite family has a few pieces of these lace square handkerchiefs, but the size is different. When some people have a radio, they are big enough to give the big wooden radio to cover up.

"Who are you looking for?"

Just as Gu Siwei was looking at the courtyard, a woman in her sixties came out. The woman had a very good temperament, and she must have read the book at a glance, and she looked a little like Wu Daorong. very similar.

"You are auntie, I am director Wu Daorong's friend."

Gu Siwei smiled, and took the basket off his back while talking.

The old woman, who was originally cheerful, saw Gu Siwei take something out of the basket, her expression changed immediately, and she said coldly to Gu Siwei: "If you have anything to ask him, go to his factory Look for him, now that he’s not here, I can’t take these things, you’d better take them back, otherwise it’s not good to be seen by the neighbors, and my son’s reputation will be ruined.”

Now Gu Siwei was sure that the old lady in front of him was Wu Daocha's mother, and they all had the same temper.

"Well, aunt, I didn't make it clear, Wu Daorong is my cousin, I recognize him!" Gu Siwei said shyly.

If he didn't take Wu Daorong's potatoes, Gu Siwei's cousin could be wrong. Now that he has taken Wu Daorong's things, in order to return the favor to himself, this cousin can naturally speak out.

"Cousin?"

The old woman sized up Gu Siwei, then stared at Gu Siwei, and asked, "Your surname is Gu?"

"Yes, yes, my surname is Gu, and Gu Xin's Gu reads the hoop of the golden cudgel." Gu Siwei also made a little joke of himself, wanting to liven up the atmosphere.

"Oh, then hurry up and come into the house, wait a minute and I'll get my glasses. I have poor eyesight and can't see people clearly." The old woman knew that Gu Siwei was her son when she heard that Gu Siwei said her surname was Gu. The young man mentioned.

"Okay, okay." Gu Siwei entered the yard, came to the table, and did not sit down like a big horse, but stood and waited for the old woman to come out again.

The old lady didn't keep Gu Siwei waiting for a long time, and came out in less than half a minute. When she came out again, the old lady wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on her face. The lenses were round, with a pre-liberation style.

The old woman wearing glasses froze suddenly when she saw Gu Siwei, standing three or four meters away from Gu Siwei, just staring at Gu Siwei in a daze, as if she saw a ghost.

This is the feeling for Gu Siwei.

"Auntie, auntie?"

If it was impolite, Gu Siwei would wave his arms in front of the old woman's eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you are so much like a relative of mine." The old woman came back to her senses, but her eyes still fell on Gu Siwei's face.

"There are too many similar people in this world."

Gu Siwei said this casually, but he didn't take it seriously.Whether it looks like it depends on people's senses. Some people obviously don't look like it, but some people feel that the more they look, the more they look like it. What can you do about it?

The old woman said: "Wait a minute, I'll take a look at the photo."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Gu Siwei to say anything, the old woman turned back to the house.

When she came out again, the old woman was holding a black and white photo in her hand. The photo was not too small, it was about the size of an adult's palm. The photo was a bit old and slightly yellowed. There were still flowers twisted around the side of the photo. .

There is also a word written on the upper corner: Cousin Yutai Huicun!

The year, month, and day when the photo was taken are written in the lower corner next to it.

This is the standard way of making photos in this era. Taking pictures at this time is not as convenient as it will be in the future. They are all taken in photo studios, and they are usually written with words, such as something as a souvenir. Now this photo is obviously a gift. human.

When Gu Siwei's eyes fell on the photo, he couldn't help being dumbfounded, because the person in the photo really resembled him.

To be disrespectful, Gu Siwei stood with his own Lao Tzu, and they didn't even look like the person in the photo. They looked like a person, but the person in the photo was about forty years old, and now Lao Gu didn't look like that. Seventeen or eighteen years old.

me!

In Gu Siwei's heart now, ten thousand horses are galloping past!
(End of this chapter)