The children of the Qiao family

Chapter 61

On that day many years ago, she also carefully cut the vegetables with scissors one scissors, while Yi Ding stood aside and squatted like this, comforting her softly: It doesn't matter, let's take our time.

At that time, Sanli didn't understand why she still remembered the incident when she was a child clearly after so many years. When she closed her eyes, she seemed to see the old man's hand walking on her body, leaving a mark on his little finger. She had long and pointed nails with black dirt embedded in them, her little finger was raised high, and her palms were sweaty and sticky.

Qiao Sanli has been having this same dream for many years, endlessly, like a broken DVD player in her mind, repeating this dark part of her life all the time.

Throughout her teenage years, Sanli could not bear the touch of the opposite sex. When a man accidentally touched her while walking on the road, she would subconsciously dust off the touched place.

But Sanli never knew that this incident would affect her newly married life. She and Yiding could not complete their married life for quite a long time.

Sanli thought, in this world, maybe only this man named Wang Yiding would give her such tolerance and love.

He always held her hand tightly when she was dreaming, calling her in the dark, don't be afraid, don't be afraid.If she doesn't want it, he doesn't want it either.As long as she reaches out, he is always within her reach.

In Qiao Sanli's life, there are three important men.

The one who was the father gave her darkness.

Brother, save her from the darkness.

Wang Yiding, gave her light.

She will always remember the scene when the two first met.

At that time, in the technical school, every noon, everyone brought the hot lunch box in the school cafeteria to the class, hurriedly rang the cable broadcasting speaker in the corner, and listened to storytelling, "The Legend of Yue Fei", and the long-form radio series "Night Curtain". "Harbin under the sun", that year, there was no entertainment, so half an hour was the ultimate joy.

But on that day, I can't remember which daredevil broke the pull rope in a hurry.Can't listen to the radio, the textile class, a classroom full of girls, can't do anything except screaming.I don't know who called: Call Wang Yiding from the machine repair class, he can do it.

So Qiao Sanli went, hurriedly ran up to the third floor, opened the door of the machine repair class, and asked: "Which one is Wang Yiding?"Do me a favor!

A young man stood up in the corner, tall and strong, but not clumsy, with a mouthful of food, his cheeks were bulging, he followed her back to work without saying a word, pulled over the table, jumped on it, and jumped up and down. Divided by two is done.The girls in the room were satisfied with what they heard, and when Sanli came back to her senses and wanted to say thank you, the person named Yiding had already left.

Later, when they met each other on campus, a naughty boy joked and yelled: Wang Yiding, someone is looking for him!Wang Yiding, someone is looking for him!
That day seems to be just around the corner, and it will be 20 years in a blink of an eye.But it didn't go far, and sometimes Sanli could even feel a little bit of wind from Yiding walking towards her.

Yiding squatted until his legs were numb, and Sanli was still cutting. Yiding said: Sanli, if the root is cut badly, there will be no more crops.

Sanli said: I know.So don't leave me.

Yiding's legs were really sore, so he half-kneeled and hugged Sanli's shoulders.

Sanli rested her head on his shoulder, the tip of her nose smelled the smell of Yiding's body, the smell of motor oil on his overalls, the smell of his skin, the smell of shampoo in his hair, and a little bit of sweat from his neck.

Qiao Sanli thought: This is the only man who can make me happy.

She felt that Yiding was trembling, Yiding was quite masculine, but he was easy to cry, his father died, his mother died, he cried more sadly than anyone else, big tears rushed out of his eyes , he dropped his hands, crying sobbing.But he had never cried like this.

Sanli patted him on the back: The two of us live together forever, huh?
After Yiding's parents passed away, the house became much empty. Sanli planned to renovate it, put up a wallpaper, make a floor, etc. Yiding could do whatever Sanli said.Yicheng said that he could help them do it, and Yiding also narrowly escaped death, and his health was just a little bit better.He knows a very good decoration company, and the price is very reasonable.

Yicheng went to the big decoration market for Yiding and Sanli when he was free on weekends, and met an unexpected person there.

Item South.

Nanfang also seemed to be shopping for decoration materials. She was alone, dressed casually, with her hair tied up. She looked quite different from usual, and Yicheng hardly recognized her.

Yicheng was very surprised and didn't understand why Nanfang came here alone to buy decoration materials.

Nanfang told Yicheng that she had bought a new house and asked Yicheng if he wanted to take a look together.

They took a taxi together to a new development zone in the city, which was quite far from the urban area, and there were still narrow gravel roads along the way.

The car drove to a newly built residential area, facing a lake, the periphery was not yet fully built, and it was a bit messy, but it could be seen that it would be quiet and beautiful after completion.

Yicheng took a closer look at Nanfang, and felt that her appearance hadn't changed much.

Xiang Nanfang is such a kind of woman. She didn't look too small when she was young, and she didn't seem to have changed much after middle age or even old age. They always calmly separated themselves from the years and walked calmly outside of time. .

Yicheng asked: Why did you buy a house here?
Nanfang smiled and said: This is my second hometown. I was born and raised here, and I always want to come back.The house I bought by myself feels like it really belongs to me.

She covered her eyes with her hands to block the sun, and looked up at the tall building: "The next time I come back, it will be officially renovated. I designed it myself, and I got someone to draw the blueprints. Every piece of paper, every table and chair, I have to do it myself." Do it slowly.You know, she pointed to the south-facing corner of the highest floor. I always thought that there should be a house with an attic. The attic of my parents’ house used to be used exclusively by my father, and no one was allowed to go up. Later, when my father got old, It is inconvenient to climb stairs, and I don't often go home because I am busy with work.Now, I am out of town again.The eldest brother's son took a fancy to the attic early in the morning and clamored to make a game room.

Nanfang squinted, talking in a hurry, Yicheng had never seen her like this before, so obsessed with a dream, an obsession, and an attic since she was a child, as if it was her whole world.

Yicheng asked softly: Are you not tired from running around like this?

Nanfang smiled lightly and said: Anyway, I'm not in a hurry, and the house is not very big, so it doesn't matter if I stay with him for a year or two.

Yicheng thought about it and said: Otherwise, if you don't worry, I will watch for you, and you don't have to run back every time.

Nanfang looked over with wide-eyed eyes: the decoration is very troublesome.

Yicheng laughed: As you said, there is no rush anyway.I don't need to come every day, you can also command by remote control.

Nanfang thought about it for a while and said: I am not being polite to you, please help me look at it when you are free, and I will throw you a set of keys later.Laugh again, Yicheng, you are always like this.

What?Qiao Yicheng didn't understand.

Nanfang thought: You always like to carry a burden on your shoulders. As long as it is someone you care about, you always have to bear a burden for him, so that you will be happy in your heart.But just before the exit, it became: You always treat people like this.

South will go back in the afternoon.Yicheng saw that she didn't drive over, which was a bit strange, but Nanfang said that she liked it like this.

After sending Nanfang away, Yicheng returned to his home and saw Erqiang sitting in the corridor waiting for him.

Yicheng asked him: Why didn't you call me?

Er Qiang answered irrelevant questions: Brother, I saw someone today.

6
Qu Aying's son has been working for Er Qiang for several months. He is neither lazy nor stupid. At the beginning, he helped out in the backcourt of the hotel and worked hard. Er Qiang and Ma Suqin took good care of him. In addition, Mr. Qiao privately ordered Er Qiang and his wife to say that they are a family, but don't treat him like a boy, Er Qiang dare not neglect him.After working for two months, Qu Aying's son once tentatively said that he also planned to open a restaurant in the city in the future. If it is not too troublesome, can he learn from his second brother and the master in the restaurant.Er Qiang was a little hesitant, saying that if he really wanted to learn a craft, he could go to the New Oriental Chef School.Qu Aying's son was taken aback for a moment, then vaguely agreed.Er Qiang had a solid eye, so he really signed up for him and paid his tuition.Qu Aying's son really went to class. Although he had less time to help in the store, he was still very diligent as long as he was in the store. Later, the tuition fee was returned to Erqiang, and Erqiang I feel that what I do is a bit petty, revealing such a small heart.Er Qiang said, why don't you stop helping in the backcourt and follow me to learn how to purchase goods. This purchase is also a knowledge. If the materials are not selected well, the restaurant will not last long.

So, every morning, Er Qiang took Qu Aying's son to the vegetable farmers in the suburbs to buy goods.As a result, Er Qiang immediately discovered a major characteristic of Qu Aying's son.Although he didn't read much, what's rare is that he is very sensitive to numbers. Here, the second strong man is still doing calculations with a calculator. After counting a pair, it was exactly the same. After trying several times, the second one looked at him differently.

Qu Aying's son slowly stopped in Er Qiang's shop, and the cooking school was naturally still on.One day, Erqiang said that it was raining and there would not be much business, so he closed the store early, and he and Qu Aying's son cooked two dishes and sat down to drink together.When he was drunk, Er Qiang was a little dizzy, patted Qu Aying's son on the shoulder, and said: "Brother, it is also possible for us to work together in the future."

Qu Aying's son's eyes lit up, and he toasted Er Qiang even more vigorously.

Waiting for Er Qiang to wake up from the wine the next day and think about it again, he felt that he was reckless.While making breakfast, I told my wife Ma Suqin about this in private, and Ma Suqin said: How can you promise him so casually?Besides, your eldest brother is not happy that you are too close to their mother and child, why should you offend your own brother for them?Your elder brother is so kind to us.

Er Qiangyi panicked when he heard this, what to do, what to do, he was so anxious that he only knew how to hold the cooking shovel and turn it around.Ma Suqin patted him on the back with the small bamboo brush used to sweep the pot, and said: You are so anxious about such a small matter, nothing else, are you pretending to be confused?
That's right, Er Qiang grinned at Ma Suqin like an idiot, our shop is making money, so we have to watch it carefully.Save a little more money, and leave it to us to be wise and brave in the future, marry a good wife, and buy a big house, Er Qiang said.The fire was burning brightly, and little by little light reflected in his eyes.

Ma Suqin looked at the second strong man and said: Keep our money for the elderly.Zhiyong is a good boy, he said that he will earn his own money in the future, and don't want my mother's money.Let's keep the money and do it for another two years. Let's travel, walk around and rest, live in any high-end hotel we want, and eat whatever we want.I'm afraid I'll be too old to move by then!

Er Qiang called Ma Suqin by the usual address: Master, I'm carrying you behind my back.

Suddenly this solid-eyed person thought of another thing: What if he still remembered what I said last night, and would find excuses to ask for a partnership from time to time?

Ma Suqin is over 50 and doesn't look too old, so she turned around neatly and said crisply: Just tell him, my old women don't agree!
Qiao Erqiang always felt that since he met Ma Suqin again in the tofu shop, he was on the road he wanted. At first it was slow and difficult, but the further he walked, the wider the road became. , those good days, those happiness and happiness, slowly and slowly, one after another, all fell on his head, and Er Qiang felt that he was so happy that he was about to become a fairy.

That day, Erqiang went to send money to Zhiyong. Zhiyong said that he found a good unit for an internship during the holidays and would not come back. Erqiang thought that there was no salary for the internship, so he wanted to send some money to Zhiyong.

After leaving the bank, it began to rain patteringly, and when the rain fell on the August day, it made the ground feel dry.

The rain gradually became heavier, and the sky and the earth seemed to be foggy. The wind blew the rain on people's bare arms and legs. Some floated along the water to the side of the road, circling in the accumulated shallow puddles.

Er Qiang didn't bring an umbrella and hid from the rain in front of a supermarket.

The plastic curtain of the supermarket was raised, and a little boy poked his head out and pushed Qiao Erqiang who was blocking his way out.Er Qiang turned around, the child was about six or seven years old, with a small nose and eyes, thin and delicate, poking Er Qiang's back with his tiny fingers: Don't block me from looking at the car, don't block, don't block .

Er Qiang smiled and stepped aside.The child stretched his slender neck to watch the speeding cars on the street. Whenever he saw the wheels of the car passing through the puddles, causing a cluster of water splashes, he would jump and giggle, and everyone would jump to the street. face to face.

Er Qiang stretched out his hand to pull him, and he twisted like a little snake, whimpering and whimpering.Erqiang frightened him: Your mother is here, your mother is here to spank your ass!

The child turned around and called out: Mom!

Er Qiang followed his cry and looked towards him, and he could see someone, as if someone had slapped him in the face.Er Qiang blinked his eyes quickly, this is a childhood problem, when something happens, he can't control it, as if he wants to squeeze the eyeballs out of the eye sockets before giving up.

The woman was thinner than six or seven years ago, and her previous bushy hair was also thinned out, and she was pinned up with a large plastic hair clip. She was wearing homely clothes. The texture was not bad, but it just didn't suit her age. The dark brown dress with hidden flowers only made her look old in vain, and her complexion was not very good.She carried two big bags in her hands, full of daily necessities and food, which made her even shorter.

The second strong man called out in a low voice: Xiaomo.One side is still blinking rapidly.

Sun Xiaomo looked at the man in front of her. He hadn't changed much in the past six or seven years. At first glance, he still had a familiar expression and a familiar tone of voice, as if he just went out for a walk, but in fact this man had already left Her life is gone.

Sun Xiaomo was a little flustered, but not in a hurry, and replied: Ah, it's you.Hi.

You... hello.Er Qiang stuttered a bit.

The little boy put his head between his mother and this strange man, tilted his head to look at Qiao Erqiang, and asked in a thick Nanjing accent: "Which one are you?"

Xiaomo raised her foot and kicked him lightly on the calf: speak Mandarin.

The little child pretended to clear his throat, and repeated again: Who are you?

This time, it was Mandarin.

Er Qiang didn't know how to answer, so he touched the child's head and said, "How old are you?"

Little children draw a "six" character: six years old!
Sun Xiaomo suddenly shouted: Five years old!Virtually six years old.I can't remember how old I am.

The little child is not convinced: six years old.Virtually seven years old.I was born in [-].Oh, no, there is an extra zero.Two hundred.

(End of this chapter)