My 1979

"That's it." Yeats turned up the volume of the loudspeaker, and then said, "Repay me my hard-earned money!" Give me back my hard-earned money! ’ The desperate screams echoed through the sky.

Looking at Yeats and the hot stall surrounded by customers, Li He could only shrug at her helplessly and leave with her expressionless face.

He stepped across the threshold again to catch the opportunity for Zhao Chunfang to take her young son out to open a small stove.

He saw with his own eyes Zhao Chunfang and his wife eating and taking food at the sales offices and stalls along the street, talking without stopping.

Pity his son, a little boy, playing with marbles at the door.

"What the hell!" He angrily spat at Zhao Chunfang's back!

Zhao Di had her sleeves rolled up and was drying clothes in the yard. She was about to take a look at He Zhou who was playing at the door, but she unexpectedly saw Li He.

"What are you here for?"

"How strange, I don't think there is anything my son can't do?" Li He decided to turn his passivity into initiative. At least here in He Zhaodi, he had never been shameless and took the initiative.

"Keep your voice down!" Zhao Di looked around hurriedly before she calmed down and said, "Aren't you afraid that people will hear you?"

Li He said proudly, "Your mother took your brother out, and my brother and your father went back to the countryside. I think they got into Liu Laosi's car."

"Then what do you want to do?" Zhao Di turned around and covered her forehead, sighed, and continued to dry the clothes, "Please, please give in."

Li He took a step back and said, "I want to set up a logistics company in the county."

"What does it have to do with me?" Zhao Di did not look back.

"I want you to take charge of it and leave it to He Zhou in the future." Li He always wanted to make up for his guilt.

"Thank you. I have my own hands and feet, so I don't need you." She didn't appreciate it.

"What's yours is yours, what's mine is mine, there is no conflict." Li He also firmly believes that good women are afraid of stalking men.

Zhaodi cleaned her hands under the faucet for a long time, then wiped them with a towel, and said seriously to Li He, "Look at me now, I'm still confused at the other end of the grease factory. I'm just exhausted." I can’t figure out the logistics or anything like that, so please spare me.”

"I'm sorry." He pressed his head against hers and stroked her hair intimately, but she didn't refuse.

He was immediately given the chance to do whatever he wanted, but his great idea was poured cold water on him as soon as it was born.

"This is my home." Then he smiled again, "You are getting bolder and bolder."

She couldn't hold it any longer.

Li He spread his hands and said, "There is nothing we can do. What can we do? The child is so old. If you make a mistake, it is a mistake. It doesn't matter if you make more mistakes."

"Yes, you can go back. My mother will be back soon." He Zhaodi looked at the big clock in the house and pushed Li He out.

Li He smiled cheekily and said, "It's okay, let's talk about five yuan."

"I'll go find you when I have time." Zhao Di didn't give Li He a chance to say hello to the child. She took He Zhou back to the house and closed the door with a snap.

"Keep your word." Li He put down the hand he raised without interest.

After returning the van to Li Long, he drove the handcar back to the countryside.

"Can you put on some clean clothes?" He Fang started to complain when she saw him.

"I'll change my clothes now."

Li He didn't argue much about her deliberate trouble.

What Qian Zhongshu said is still right: To be honest, no matter who you marry, after you get married, you will always find that you are not marrying the original person, but someone else.