Siheyuan: from Divorce

When I was about to leave for the second-tier machine repair factory, I wanted to see Ran Qiuye again to celebrate, and by the way, I decided to get married. If it goes well, I might be able to hold a grand wedding there.

Although the main factory requires everything to be simple, the second-line pipe is not so strict.

The doorman took the front door that Xu Damao handed over, looked around, quickly hid in his pocket, and said mysteriously, "I advise you, it's better to stay away from Teacher Ran."

Xu Damao was startled and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"Mr. Ran, I was knocked down!" The uncle of the guard said firmly.

"What? Be specific!" Xu Damao frowned.

"This teacher Ran's ancestors are part of the landlord's petty bourgeoisie. Her uncle was sentenced to transfer assets the day before yesterday, and she was arrested and paraded through the streets to fight. Teacher Ran's family was implicated. Her parents were sent to the quarry for reconstruction. Teacher Ran is now also There is no way to teach classes, so we can only do reform through labor and sweep the streets.”

"Excuse me, please call Mr. Yan Bugui Yan." Xu Damao didn't expect things to happen so quickly, and he didn't get any news. He didn't see him a few days ago and thought he was just asking for leave.

He Yuzhu officially went to work at the big leader's house to help Wen Li with the relationship. Now he has resumed his work, but the unit has been transferred to the middle school. At this time, he only has an acquaintance of the third master at Hongxing Primary School.

When the third master heard the news, he held a red treasure book in his hand, and saw Xu Damao with a happy smile: "Da Mao, what kind of wind brought you out?"

Xu Damao asked straight to the point: "Mr. Ran was knocked down? Why didn't I hear you mention it?"

Yan Bugui looked embarrassed: "she didn't let me tell you."

"Take me to see her."

"I don't really recommend you to go to her now." Yan Bugui hesitated, and persuaded: "No one dares to say a word to her now, otherwise they will be regarded as complicit with the petty bourgeoisie. I asked a few more questions, if I hadn’t been witty enough, I would have been criticized and swept away through labor reform.”

"You are now the deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee of the Rolling Mill. Your identity is here. I advise you to draw a clear line with Mr. Ran, otherwise you may be implicated." Yan Bugui's words were harsh, but they were Kindness.

Xu Da Mao took a deep breath and rejected his kindness: "Master, take me to see her."

"This... that's fine."

Yan Bugui saw that Xu Damao's attitude was firm, and it was not easy to refuse, so he tiptoed with Xu Damao to the public toilet on the south side.

"Mr. Ran should still be cleaning the women's toilet, I can't stay for long." The third master looked around nervously and retreated.

"Thank you, sir."

Xu Damao understood Yan Bugui's stage fright and worries, and he was already taking a lot of risk by taking himself here.

After a while, Xu Damao saw Ran Qiuye holding a broom and a dustpan, puffing out his cheeks, and flushing out of the women's toilet, gasping for breath, but he vaguely seemed to think of something, and vomited on the side. Bitter water. .

This public toilet is still a primitive thatched hut. There is no running water in a pit. Generally, it is full of dung trucks that are directly called to pull it, so the stench is full of stench. A bookish girl like Ran Qiuye cleans alone and stays for a long time. But don't spit out the gall.

Xu Damao stepped forward and patted her on the back, Ran Qiuye vomited pale, and said slowly, "Thank you."

When she saw clearly that it was Xu Damao, Ran Qiuye's expression changed again, her expression was a little unnatural: "You, why are you here?"

Xu Damao took her hand and said distressedly, "I just came here to bring you food, but I heard the third master said that you were knocked down and are now sweeping the streets. I just didn't expect you to clean the toilet by yourself."

"Come here."

Ran Qiuye hurriedly pulled Xu Damao to the side of the grove, shrank his hands in inferiority, and took a half step back: "I stink."

"It's okay, I don't dislike it." Xu Damao opened the lunch box, "The braised pork trotters specially prepared for you, eat it while it's hot."

"Don't come to me in the future, and take the lunch box back with you." Ran Qiuye's nose was sour, "I'm not rich now, I'm a petty bourgeoisie, and I'm a scumbag, you have a bright future, and you can't contact me again. already."

"I don't care about this, I'm here today to finalize the marriage with you.

I am going to the second-tier machine repair factory. If you agree, we will go to get the certificate today and quit our job here. When I find leaders to do some activities, I can also take over them. "Xu Damao said seriously.

"I……"

Ran Qiuye's eyes reddened, but she gritted her teeth but said decisive words: "Da Mao, I can't promise you. Let's break up."

"I know that you are all for my good. You have the ability to make our family live better, but I can't be so selfish. You have a bright future and a clean family. If you marry me in the future, you will also be criticized and beaten down. I'm going to die of guilt."

"Now I'm fine. Although I sweep the streets and clean the toilets, at least I'm still in school, and the salary is enough for me to live on my own, so I can support myself."

Ran Qiuye thought she would finish these words calmly, but in the end she was already crying, and she couldn't bear Xu Damao, but now she had to push him out.

Xu Damao sighed deeply, turned around and left, leaving only a plain sentence: "The food won't taste good when it's cold."

"Da Mao..."

Ran Qiuye looked at Xu Damao's unstoppable figure, her eyes were blurred with tears, she held up the warm lunch box with trembling hands, and swallowed her tears one by one, the mouth was full of bitter taste.

Xu Damao watched from a distance that Ran Qiuye was full, carefully hidden the lunch box, and then returned to his post to clean up. A mean middle-aged woman with a red armband pointed at Ran Qiuye, constantly arranging new heavy work, Ran Qiuye one. Without speaking, he lowered his head and his eyes seemed to have lost focus, as stiff as a marionette.

Back in the courtyard, Xu Damao directly called the brothers Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang.

"There is a task to be handed over to you next, so be sure to do it for me."

It's finally here, the task of leadership!

Xu Damao described the image of a mean woman in Hongxing Primary School: "I have asked, she is the dean of Hongxing Primary School, you have been staring at her recently, using some unconventional means to teach her a lesson, if she dares to change places Stay and do business as usual, I will let Guangtian lead someone to cover you, don't be afraid of being caught by the militia or the guards."

The two brothers Yan Jiefang expressed their excitement: "Deputy Director Xu, please speak up!"

The last time I copied the cook's house, but a lot of good things came out. Afterwards, both of them got a huge reward of [-] yuan. The eyes of the other students and soldiers are almost green. Can you have less? .

Chapter 128

The next day, when Ran Qiuye was working with a broom and a dustpan, she suddenly found that the bitter and mean dean was late. She had two dark circles under her eyes, and she looked absent-minded at the moment. She didn't pick and choose. She, who had always been loud, seemed to suddenly lose her temper. After a round of inspections, she left.

This day's work seemed to be a little easier, but Ran Qiuye was still unhappy. She began to regret the harsh words she said to Xu Damao, and was even more worried that Xu Damao would be hit hard.