Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

Broken reminder!

This word is used in Jianghu slang to refer to the little minions, the bottom of the gangsters.

Ma Jiajun, who is paralyzed on the ground right now, is a bad reminder in Nanyi's eyes. Just now, he was so fierce that he wanted to beat him up, but now he looks at him with pitiful eyes, expecting him to help him.

In the eyes of Ma Jiajun, he and Nanyi were practicing solo in the ring. When he fell down, he helped him, and when he recovered, the two continued to practice.

Ma Jiajun's pitifulness was rewarding, at least Hua Xiangrong took a step to help him.

"know?"

Nan Yi winked at Cao Lin and asked.

"I know you, high school classmate."

Cao Lin stood up, helped Hua Xiangrong lift Ma Jiajun up, and placed him on a stool.

Nan Yi glanced at Ma Jiajun's right hand. The little finger was bent unnaturally, and there was blood overflowing at the joint between the finger and the palm. Fortunately, the phalanx was not poked out, and the ring finger was red and swollen. It would be as fat as a thumb.

"It's pretty ruthless. Just now you took me as the enemy who took your wife?"

Nan Yi muttered, but he didn't put himself in the position of "killing the father and the enemy". He guessed that in the heart of the dog, the revenge of killing the father can comfort himself with the crime of murder, and only the hatred of taking his wife can make them win the championship Get angry.

How big a deal is it to tarnish their love?

"Cao Lin, everyone should be in no mood to eat. Today's meal is not counted. I will invite you next time when you are on vacation. That's all for today. I'll go ahead."

"Don't tell me, I'll go with you, we'll eat at another place." Cao Lin hurriedly said when she heard that Nanyi was leaving.

"Alright, then walk around and eat whatever you have."

Nan Yi and Cao Lin left, leaving Hua Xiangrong and Ma Jiajun in Tongchun Garden. If Ma Jiajun could hold on, he could still have a good meal with his goddess.

There are not too many restaurants near Xidan at this time, and there are quite a few stores, which are basically occupied by state-owned restaurants. Private restaurants want to open nearby, but the storefront is a big problem.

But the Xidan area is more prosperous, it can be regarded as the busiest shopping center in Beijing in the past two years. Not only many people come here to shop during the day, but also there is a night market here at night. In summer, many people come here to eat cold food at night. .

The consumer group is huge, and those who can't find a store will get a food truck and sell it directly on the side of the road.

Not to mention, business is not bad.

If the business is easy to do, there will naturally be more people doing it.

It is the characteristic of the Chinese people that when they see the good ones swarm up, they turn the good ones into chicken ribs.

Nan Yi and Cao Lin sat down at a wonton stand, ordered two bowls of wontons, and ordered a large intestine at the nearby stall that only sold fried large intestines.

"There are so many stalls, why did you choose this wonton stall?"

"Look at the big sister's double chin, and look at her chubby and flexible hands. Needless to say, she must have worked in the kitchen before." Nan Yi pointed to the fat big sister who was making wontons and said, "Let me tell you, in the To eat at a stall, you have to choose the stall owner who is in his forties, preferably a little fatter, as most of them have jobs.

Don't go to the stalls of young people, their work is not in their hands, but in their foreheads, and their brains are smart. "

Cao Lin looked at the fat elder sister, and then at the fat uncle who was frying large intestines, "Don't mention it, what you said is interesting, there is one in our courtyard who works in the factory cafeteria, and the whole courtyard counts his meals. Xiang, makes me hungry."

"Does his family have a fat son who still likes you and steals delicious food for you every day?"

"Where are you going? His family has only one daughter, who is stingy, and eats delicious food while avoiding it."

"It's normal, if you don't hide and eat, it's all in your mouth."

"Here comes the wonton, be careful it's hot."

At this time, the fat lady brought over two bowls of wontons and placed them in front of Nanyi and the others.

Nan Yi looked down at the milky white soup in the wonton bowl, and guessed that this fat lady probably worked in the Wonton Hou, and most of the wontons sold outside were clear soup, and only the Wonton Hou made soup with big bones.

It's a pity that this is a playful look at the blind man. Nanyi doesn't take big bone soup. In his heart, wonton should be clear soup and a small lump of lard with chopsticks. It is clear and has a hint of oil.

The soup is weak, drink up the soup first, and then savor the wontons.

Even the skin filling of wontons has to be disassembled in two steps. Eat the skin first, and leave a puddle of filling at the end, scrape it with a spoon, and stuff it into your mouth, trying to fill the gap between your teeth.

Thirty cents is called a bowl of wontons, put more chili sauce, pour more vinegar, and then spread it in the lunch box, and use the wontons as a dish, and you can also dry up a box of rice with relish.

What year was that?

Nan Yi recalled the events of his previous life, Sanmao and Wonton still had fresh memories, but the time was very confused.

Scoop out a wonton from the bowl, carefully dry the soup on the edge of the bowl, blow two mouthfuls of cool air, smash it into your mouth, eat both, Nan Yi put down the spoon and said: "Then what happened to Ma Jiajun? "

"Can't you understand? What else can happen? I like Hua Xiangrong. When I went to school, I followed Hua Xiangrong's ass like a bug every day. I don't know how many fights because of her. Every time I was beaten His nose is bruised and his face is swollen, and he still enjoys it."

"Look at his attire, it's the style from a few years ago, white shirt, Dacron, with a military sling on his shoulder, but his hairstyle is quite fashionable, isn't his family in a good place?"

"It's not just bad, if it wasn't for the help from the neighbors, his Ma Jiajun would have starved to death."

Nan Yi asked: "You and him are in the same alley?"

"In the same hospital, there are four children in Ma Jiajun's family. He is the second child. He has an older sister and younger siblings. In 1974, when his mother gave birth to the fourth Ma Jiahua, he died of dystocia. He died not many days ago. When his father got out of the car, the car accident also left.

There is no adult in the family. Ma Jiayan, the boss who went to the countryside in northern Shaanxi, was approved to return to the city. After returning, the factory arranged a job for less than 20 yuan a month. This is enough to support four people. The fourth is to breastfeed. Ma Jiajun is half a child, the age who can eat.

Ma Jiayan goes to work during the day, and after work, she has to paste matchboxes by the street lamp at the entrance of the alley. In winter, she feels cold when she stays indoors, but she, Ma Jiayan, still has to paste matchboxes outside. The ten-year-old lady's hands are still ugly.

Ma Jiayan supported the family by himself. None of the three younger siblings dropped out of school. Ma Jiajun stopped studying until the second year of high school. "

"How old is Ma Jiayan?"

"It's 29."

"No object?"

"No, I delayed myself because of my younger siblings. You have never met anyone. Ma Jiayan is so beautiful. There were many people who missed her in the past, but those who missed her were all in the alley.

The family would not agree to their son marrying Ma Jiayan, the burden on the Ma family was too heavy, and Ma Jiayan might not be willing to marry those of them. What would her younger siblings do if they wanted to marry? "

Following Cao Lin's description, Nan Yi quickly outlined an image of Ma Jiayan in his mind. He has a strong interest in Ma Jiayan. Such a person knows how to be grateful. If you help her, she will repay you.

I just don't know if my brain is working well, and if it's not working well, no matter how good my character is, it doesn't mean much.

"At what age did Ma Jiayan go to the countryside?"

"I passed away in 1972, so I was 17 years old." Cao Lin thought for a while and said: "It should be 17 years old. When I was in the second year of high school, Ma Jiayan was very good at reading. I heard from the adults in the courtyard that if it weren't for that time. She can definitely go to college."

"Five three two, ten years, 7 years old and going to elementary school, just right." Nanyi turned in his mind, "I have been abandoned for twelve years, my brain is not bad, right?"

"What is Ma Jiayan doing now?"

"Accountant, I really admire her. She works during the day and night, and she can spare time to go to night school to study an accountant. Hey, I said Nanyi, why are you asking so many questions? You plan to take revenge on Ma Jiajun and get to know him? "Cao Lin suddenly woke up.

"Shall I take revenge on him? Take it easy. If I really want to take revenge on him, he won't be able to fall just now. If I focus on that shot, he will be blown away. It's not a stubborn master, it's just a person who wants to make some money in peace and contentment, and I don't know how to fight."

"I believe you don't know how to fight. Why do you need to fight yourself? The man and woman behind you every day are your bodyguards, right?"

"Why are bodyguards not bodyguards? I don't do the business of escorting bodyguards. They are my employees who help me with work. In foreign language, they are my 'Badiga'."

"Haha, you're fooling me. I'm learning English now. I can't tell if this is the English pronunciation of a bodyguard?" Cao Lin laughed.

"You say yes." Nanyi shrugged indifferently, and changed the subject: "Aren't you going abroad, have you saved enough money?"

"The money is about the same. I haven't got the visa yet. Laomei's visa is too difficult to get. I have been rejected twice. I will try again in a month."

"I know an old man from a country. He is in his seventies. He is single. Why don't you marry him? Why don't you go out now?"

"Who are you burying? If I want to marry, I have to find a young one." Cao Lin said, "Hey, to be honest, do you have anything to do with me? Do me a favor."

"At the Chinese embassy, ​​I managed to get in touch with the uncle who sweeps the floor. Is the relationship strong enough?"

"Fuck you, I'm serious."

"I really have nothing to do with myself. Let me help you ask my friend."

"Okay, thanks in advance, let me know if you have any news."

"Um."

Seeing that the atmosphere was similar, Nan Yi turned the topic back to Ma's house.

"Ma Jiajun follows Hua Xiangrong every day, isn't he working?"

"He had a shit job. Ma Jiayan asked someone to find him a job in the factory. He quit after only two months. Later, he said he was going to practice with someone, but he was kicked out after a few days of practice. No. He's not even four or six now, and he's still a follower every day."

Cao Lin's tone was full of disdain for Ma Jiajun.

"Not making money? What does he eat?"

"What else can I eat? Eat her sister. She is smoking, drinking, and still craving meat. Just two months ago, on Hua Xiangrong's birthday, he had the nerve to ask his sister for money to buy a tape recorder as a gift. Persisting, Ma Jiayan was also forced to do nothing, and gave him all his money.

Fortunately, the third and fourth children of the Ma family are not bad, otherwise, Ma Jiayan's ten years of hard work would have been in vain, and he would have raised a white-eyed wolf in a nest! "

"That's a bit interesting. Hua Xiangrong's family conditions should not be bad. He, Ma Jiajun, has never thought about it. Even if he really catches her, what will he do to support his wife and children?" Nanyi sneered, and said.