Siheyuan: the beginning reveals Qinhuai Ru's true face

Boom! From the moment the car door slammed shut, the atmosphere in the car was obviously much more awkward than usual.

"Hey! Look, isn't this the big manager of our Jia family? It's such a coincidence today. I'll be the driver and you can give me a ride.

With this behavior, is it possible that someone dares to bully our eldest lady?

Who? Who? Who? Say it quickly, and my brother will give you a slap in the face immediately." He was rubbing his hands and foaming at the mouth.

An extended version of the car stopped in front of him, click! Jia Banggan immediately braked, but the dilapidated bridge car he was on slowly stopped.

When Jia Banggan saw this, he immediately shut up. Not only did his upper body tremble slightly, but also the shiver came from his heart. He clenched the steering wheel with both hands.

You must know that the car in front of you is one of the few limited edition models in Beijing. Even the parts have to be flown in. If it is accidentally bumped, the repair fee will be sky-high.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Jia Banggan bumped into him, he would no longer have a courtyard house, and he would naturally be frightened and become verbose.

At this moment, my hands were trembling back and forth between the brake and the accelerator, and I couldn't stop myself at all. I still pretended to be calm on my face and muttered something.

"Fuck you! You just have a better car. As for being so arrogant and having the guts to compete with me,

Bah! Look, you were scared away by me!" Looking at the luxury car that had just driven away, he raised his middle finger to cheer for his own efforts, looking a bit frivolous.

Jia Dang couldn't help feeling embarrassed when he saw this. His brother's operation could fool others, but he couldn't deceive her at all. He turned his face and looked at the street lights outside the car window.

Yun Danfeng said lightly.

"Brother, that's the car of the chairman of our Dragon Phoenix Restaurant, and it was driven by a handsome driver. Fortunately, your antique car didn't hit it.

Otherwise, just wait and sell your house to make money, oh, by the way, you won't have a house at all." There was all kinds of ridicule in his words and deeds, and he even didn't forget to put his only dignity on it, just to expose it on his brother.

The scar is a way to vent the sullenness I suffered today.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jia Banggan had just recovered from the fright. Naturally, he couldn't stand hearing these words and roared angrily.

"Hey! Xiaodang, you are too unscrupulous. Every time I drive you, you will be sprayed in the face. Can't you say something humane? No matter whose car it is, no one should be hit. Is this necessary?

I don’t have a house of my own, but at least I have a home of my own. What about you? You don’t even have a home, and you still have such a temper at the age of thirty, how can you get married?

I wouldn't marry a woman like you, she needs both heart and lungs, and I can't say anything nice." Accompanied by the sound of lectures, the car started slowly and started walking on the street.

Jia Dang did not immediately refute, and stared at the night scene outside the car window. Under the dim light, he gradually saw two or three pushcart vendors setting up their stalls.

At the end of the 1980s, the trend of doing business overseas and becoming self-employed began. Many people pushed various small commodities and snacks and set up stalls along the streets after work.

It adds a lot of color to the night view of the capital. The number of people on the street increases, and it seems to be gradually forming a night market, which has a unique flavor.

As the saying goes, "People are easily affected by the environment, and their moods will change accordingly."

At this moment, Jia Dang smiled slightly, and the pink makeup on his face spread out. The remaining light shone into the car, and he naturally began to show the slightest expression.

"Brother, I'm a little disappointed today. The sous chef went to ask Lou Xiao'e for a welfare house. I seem to be a bit redundant as a manager and don't know anything about it, let alone any welfare matters. It sounds a bit sad, doesn't it?"

As he spoke, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes. They had been brewing for a long time and finally burst out at this moment. You must know that the higher you climb, the more hurt you will be when you fall. Don't forget that there is no place to vent your anger.

If there weren't other people on the short journey, I wouldn't have spoken out my long-suppressed inner thoughts. Only those who have experienced it personally will understand the knowledge here.

When Jia Banggan heard this, he understood why his sister said this. She was not simply sarcastic about herself. She was obviously trying to find a way to arouse empathy, even if it just couldn't be a motive for forgiveness.

The entire focus finally shifted to the brother-sister relationship, and he became a little calmer and said slowly.

"Xiaodang, you will always be my brother's good sister. Everyone is proud of you. Now, everyone in the compound is proud of you as the manager.

Everyone is waiting for you to treat them to dinner. This is definitely not a lie. The welfare housing is a reward from the boss.

After all, I am also a movie theater contractor now, and I am very clear about this. This is a big cake that will always be hung in front of you, so that you cannot touch it or eat it.

I can only watch from a distance every day, let alone other things." At this point, Bangge also straightforwardly shared his experience in management and employment.

Although his status in the compound has not been as high as that of Jia Dang over the years, he has been working as a cinema projectionist introduced by Xu Damao to a private contractor.

I have already accumulated a lot of experience, so there is no need to hold back on it at this moment, but I hope to use it to improve my status in my sister's heart.

"No, brother, you misunderstood me. I don't dare to think too much about this kind of thing. Mainly, as the lobby manager, you should discuss it with me. There is no need to ignore this point.

Is it possible that people like me are so unimportant among the bosses?" At this point, her tears overflowed again, and she seemed very unwilling to do so.

At this point, Bangge turned on the pull-over signal, parked on the side of the road, turned around, took out a small handkerchief from the glove box and handed it over.

From many years of experience together, we know that Xiaodang must have suffered a great deal of grievance to be so sad. It was as if after seemingly getting hope, he lost motivation from the difficulties in life and everything returned to its original state.

Jia Dang took the handkerchief, swallowed for a few seconds, and then said, "They are probably discussing the allocation of rooms at this moment. They must not have reserved my share, wuwuwu...

Don't tell people in the compound about this, otherwise I will lose face. I won't have to mess around anymore.

The key point is that I'm not married yet..." No one expected that a female man who usually appeared in front of everyone would cry like a child, and the already extremely uncomfortable emotions broke out at this moment.

All her rouge and gouache makeup was gone, and there were two deep tear marks on her face, making her look pitiful.

Banggeng also coaxed his sister like he did when he was a child. Maybe he could only do this at the moment and could no longer pretend to do anything else. It seemed that even the days to come were gradually becoming accidental. He slowly reached out and patted his shoulder gently to comfort her.

road.

"Silly girl, even if there is no welfare housing in the future, we can continue to live in Uncle Silly's house. People don't look down on old and shabby people at all now. Let's take it one step at a time..."

At this moment, an old car was parked next to the street with its flashing traffic lights on. Two brothers and a sister were comforting each other in the car, just like they did when they were children. It was a warm scene of close family ties.

The dim yellow light was still on in the single room directly opposite the entrance door in the courtyard. A middle-aged woman wearing a red cotton-padded jacket was sitting in front of the desk lamp, sewing and patching in her hands. A shabby dress full of patches appeared in front of her.