I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 481 Help!

Zhang Guifen couldn't help crying again when she saw the rosy-cheeked Silly Zhu entering the house.

She hugged Shazhu tightly, as if she was afraid that he would leave again. "Sinzhu, it'll be great if you come back. Next time you go, take us two with you. We'll follow you wherever you go, so I won't panic anymore."

The careless Silly Zhu, who wanted to come and have fun, had red eyes and even started to cry when he spoke, "I won't go anywhere from now on. I will just stay in our house and watch over you two. You don't know that in the past half month, I What kind of life have you been living together? It turns out that this time, I vowed that as long as I can come back well, I will only think about being good to you two. "

Zhang Guifen started to cry, "You can't just be kind to us two, but you can't do the same thing as this time. It's a waste of your body and you don't know how to eat or rest. It's all my fault. I only think about my son and tolerate you." It’s all my fault. I’ll be thinking about you two from now on.”

The family of three gathered around the dining table and cooked a few dishes. It can be seen that Shazhu put a lot of thought into it.

He held a cup of tea and said: "Come and have a drink with the three of us as a family. Although I am ill and cannot drink, I can substitute tea for wine. It's just what I meant. Congratulations on our reunion and that we can all live a good life in the future."

Then he hugged his son, kissed her hard, and said, "I also want my son to find a good woman like his mother in the future."

Zhang Guifen, who was sitting on the other side and holding a glass of water while laughing and crying, had mixed thoughts: "How I lived in the past is all in the past. Now at least I know how I want to live in the future. The feelings between people It’s really like this, slowly coming out. What is true love? Isn’t that what it means to be able to think about him in normal times?”

In Song Wu's small courtyard, it was quite lively today.

Song Wu took a bite of food, saw her appearance, and asked with a smile: "You have always been refreshing, why are you so coquettish today? Do you have something to say?"

Huizhen covered her mouth and laughed, then stopped talking and concentrated on talking, laughing and eating delicious food with Xiaohua.

Song Wu gave him a thumbs up: "Look, our Huizhen is still the smartest. We can tell the truth in just one point."

Speaking of this, Qin Huairu hesitated a little, pursed her lips, and looked at Song Wu, as if he was hesitant to speak.

Over there, Huizhen gave Xiaohua a piece of food, and then asked Song Wu with a smile: "According to what you said, should I try my best to stay in the steel rolling mill no matter what?"

Song Wu couldn't help but praise Qin Huairu: "I find that you can think about it when you cook now. After cooking it a few times, the taste becomes more and more similar. I feel that there is nothing wrong with it."

Qin Huairu was a little disappointed, but she bit her lip and nodded.

Qin Huairu will inevitably show her hand again. The highest standard of four dishes and one soup is placed in the middle of the table, and the other dishes are placed outside.

Huizhen smiled and said, "But Ditan Hospital invited me to be the attending doctor. What an improvement this is, don't you know?"

Song Wu waved his hand: "I can't explain this to you for the time being. Just listen to me. You will know it later."

However, he certainly won't do that now. Given the current situation, movement is worse than silence. Nowhere is it better than in the factory. Moreover, it is a key enterprise in heavy industry such as a steel rolling mill. It is an important enterprise that must maintain production and output even in difficult years. No matter how chaotic it is, there must be scruples here, and priority should be given to ensuring stable production.

Qin Huairu said proudly: "Cooking, like other jobs, has its own skills and techniques. Once you have mastered the basic skills, the rest are all skills. You just have to figure it out by yourself. Of course, there is a sensory problem here, so I thought about it. I have a special sense of cooking, taste, heat, combination, and presentation. I always have ideas that make me feel very comfortable. I am now learning to cook Sichuan cuisine with Shazhu. He is much more generous now and is willing to tell the truth. Something. As long as he explained the key points to me, I could quickly understand it. It didn’t take long for me to find a feeling for Sichuan cuisine. Of course, we were learning from each other. , I also told him a lot about the dishes I know.”

So, with these considerations in mind, Song Wu shook his head and said to Qin Huairu: "You still have to continue working in the steel rolling mill. If you want to learn something, we can apprentice, you can find opportunities, and you can find other ingredients. In addition, you can There are other ways to deal with it. For example, given your current situation, I believe there are people who want to do the work for you. All you need to do is use your words and give some advice. The current work can be left to MCA or Liu Lan. It’s okay to sit and drink tea every day, but you can never leave the kitchen of the steel rolling mill.”

On the contrary, if you go to a big hotel or hotel, that's not necessarily the case. In my impression, it was quite lively there. Because even if big hotels are closed, it will not affect the national economy and people's livelihood.

Song Wu shook his head: "I won't go. Your improvement of medical skills does not necessarily depend on the clinical experience of Ditan Hospital. Just stay in the steel rolling mill, and I won't go if you ask me to become the dean."

The people are relatively uniform. Even Yu Jie came with Yu Xiaobao.

Song Wu smiled. To be honest, if Qin Huairu had such an idea under normal circumstances, he would help her find a way to transfer to a big hotel, like Fengze Garden or something.

But the rolling mill is not open. Without wires, round steel, and square steel, nothing can be done, and the entire construction will come to a standstill.

Qin Huairu said: "I don't want to work in the back kitchen of the cafeteria. I feel that the work is boring and I am worried every day. For me, there is no progress in continuing to cook there. Not only are the ingredients limited, but there are also opportunities for real cooking. Too little.”

As long as the production in the workshop continues, work will continue in full swing in the canteen. Under such circumstances, personal life and work stability will be guaranteed.

Qin Huairu asked in confusion: "Why? I want to find a place where I can have access to better ingredients and recipes."

At this time, Thea asked from the side: "Song Wu, why do I think you have been preparing for something? Then what do you think I should do? And I also want to go back to live in the courtyard of Huguo Temple. I I feel like it’s more enjoyable to play the piano and read there, but I always feel uneasy living here.”

For the past few days, she had been staying in the opposite house in front of her, and she felt that her stay was not satisfactory. But Song Wu has always used safety as a reason to not let her get too far away.

Song Wu also had a headache. He thought about it and had no good solution, sighed and said to Thea: "Then you go back first, be careful yourself, I will run over there more."

…if you only look at what’s in front of you. I can't believe it, this is 1965. But I will only think that this is in a rock bar in Houhai in the future.

Lights flickered on the small stage.

Drums, guitars, basses, keyboards, and young people swinging joyfully and wildly.

The only thing that has any trace of this era is that they are all wearing green clothes.

Ling Li played the guitar in front of the microphone and roared indulgently.

"Help, I need somebody,

Help! Have a decent one!
Help, not just anybody,

Help, someone is coming, help!

Help, you know I need someone, help.
Help, someone is coming, help!

…………

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,

My life has been turned upside down,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
………………

But every now and then I feel so insecure,

I often feel unsafe,

Won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh. "

Loud music, harsh roars. Distorted expression. Writhing wildly.

Everything culminates in the final burst of violent drumbeats. Then, it stopped abruptly when Ling Li opened his hands and shouted loudly.

The lights were on and there was silence. It wasn't until five or six seconds later that thunderous applause broke out. Lin Na jumped from the audience to the stage, ran directly to Ling Li, hugged his neck and kissed him hard on the face.

"Honey, you're the best rock singer I've ever seen. If you weren't here, you would have your own album. It would be a hit all over the world."

Ling Li put down his hands, panted and looked at Lin Na, and said to her with a smile: "If someone helps me. Help me., not only can I become popular all over the world, I can also rule the world."

Lin Na smiled and pointed at the young men and women in green clothes in the audience, "Do you think they can understand?"

Ling Li smiled evilly: "They don't need to understand. They just need to follow my rhythm. Really thinking about the future makes people a little excited, and I can't wait."

Lin Na said: "Don't be anxious. Are you not prepared enough? By the way, actually I have always had a question in my mind, and what I want to know the most is always, are you sure your father is really sick?"

Ling Li frowned and said nothing. He took off the guitar and threw it to the person next to him. He shook his hand, jumped off the stage, and strode towards a room on the side of the stage, not caring about what was behind him. Loud and loud music.

Lin Na followed him closely, and the two of them entered the house together, and then closed the door.

At this time, the men and women who had just roared and swayed together around the small stage were whispering to each other and talking a lot.

"This song that Brother Ling sings is really enjoyable. It's just that I don't understand it."

"I don't understand, how can you enjoy it?"

"Look at the way he sings and listen to the music."

"You're just a cunt, but I know this is the latest. Beatles help."

"It doesn't matter what the score is, I think it's better than the songs we usually listen to. When I get the chance, I'll tell Brother Ling to learn how to play the piano like him. The posture is really beautiful."

"Idiot. That's called a guitar. You don't understand anything. I think your brain has grown into a girl's body."

(End of this chapter)