Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 333: There is a lamp in the courtyard, the lamp is warm yellow
The little village cannot hide anything.
The news that Heizi had come to discuss business with Fu Yanchi quickly spread.
The villagers had fun and waited to see the end of the story.
No bad intentions, just for fun.
Heizi had always been an unapproachable existence in the eyes of the villagers.
Although Heizi then changed, the big man slowly changed his gaze towards her, but not to the point of believing what she was saying.
It was Xiaofu who hurt others, and he would never suffer for his deeds.
Heizi said in front of him that he would bring home thirty trucks full of stuff in a month, no matter how much it sounded like a big talk.
A villager close to Yanxi specifically asked him about a new energy company they had opened in the city, a company that recycles waste oil for reuse.
There are specialized salesmen in the company who go out to run the job, recycle door to door, because it's purely a college job, so in addition to the base salary, there are commissions, more jobs, more jobs, more of a salary.
The company has stood for over half a year, and the most capable sellers can only pull back ten cars a month.
Heizi said the number was thirty cars, isn't that just nonsense?
You, a bastard who never did anything seriously, can you still be better than a specially trained salesman?
Suddenly, countless eyes were on Heizi.
“Dad, Uncle Heizi has not been through our yard for a few days.” After dinner, Qiqi looked specifically at the backyard of the house.
Uncle Heizi is no longer home.
“Is it difficult to collect waste oil?” The little girl returned to the courtyard, leaned on her father and asked curiously.
Fu Yanchi looked at him, pondered for a moment, stroked his little head with a warm and cold palm, and said gently, "It's as difficult as picking up trash."
“West pick up garbage, will it be bullied? Collecting trash must also divide the territory. If someone else's territory, should not go there to collect, otherwise it will be beaten.”
"That's not true. Someone like Uncle Heizi, who do you think can bully him?" Fu Yanchi remained smiling, and hugged his daughter without showing any sign, with a slight strain.
Although it had been a long time since, when he occasionally heard about his daughter's life from his daughter, his heart was still claustrophobic.
be ill.
Qiqi tilted her head, remembering that Uncle Heizi was black and black, and she smashed and beat up four people by herself...
Uncle Heizi can't be bothered.
Qiqi was relieved, and at the same time, Xiaoxiao boasted and giggled, "But you can't hide from hard work. After this, Uncle Heizi would definitely not make such a bet again."
"That's not necessarily true. As long as there was something she wanted, she might not hesitate to move it." His daughter's laughter made Fu Yanchi's eyes sparkle, he smiled and nodded his nose. “Rather than say Heizi is lazy, it is better to say there is nothing he wants to pursue, when there is no lack of money in his pockets, he should interfere.”
“Heizi's uncle used to live without money in his pocket. I several times pulled it to pick vegetables in the vegetable garden.”
“Don't you say Uncle Heizi picked vegetables for his mother-in-law?”
Qiqi closed her small mouth and giggled again, her eyes that were opened dark and lively, full of cunning.
Fu Yanchi could not help but laugh.
This criminal is fine.
As expected of his daughter.
No matter how wise he is.
After nine p.m., the backyard finally turned on the lights.
Qiqi ran out to watch it a few times, and now she was completely relieved.
Uncle Heizi is back home.
Walking under the loquat tree in the corner of the courtyard, Qi Qi casually drew an ugly little chicken at the foot of the tree with a small branch.
The branch poked and knocked the chick.
Uncle Heizi was so lazy, everyone knew he had to go home if he came out.
You mean the little girl and you didn't know you were coming back.
A liar!
After a while, the little girl threw away the branch furiously and returned to her room to sleep.
The night light was dim, only a hint of warm yellow light from the main hall.
A chick, still confined in a turbulent stream of space and time, desperately filters through the passageway, takes the time to open the system panels, and happens to see this scene.
His mouth was twisted with anger.
He's lodged in this place and almost blinded by turbulence, for whom?
This motherfucker is really heartless, isn't he?
I dug his grave last time, what happened this time, made a memorial photo for him?
Wait, I'll draw for you when I get back!
Guaranteed you a mountain and a mountain of ugliness!
Laugh with anger and anger.
“Made, why weren't you so skinny before?”
How good his behavior used to be, timid, like a little quail, shrunk his head as he was frightened.
Now I dare to breakthrough once or twice in my grandfather's head.
That's all so you get used to it.
Get rid of the messy hallway in front of you, look at the ball, and carefully re-strain it.
The madness that was about to erupt in my heart before subsided miraculously, and I still wanted to whistle.
His family's children are old enough, where should a year pass?
I remember him, hum.
…
Heizi was out of his job, and he never told anyone whether it was hard work or not.
I just go home very late every day.
During this time, the people in the village rarely saw him.
Come out at dawn and come back when the night is dark.
Often, the villagers were already asleep, and the lights lit up everywhere.
The yard is the same, enter the yard, enter the house, there is always a bowl of rice on a newly made wooden table in the main room, the plate is not much, but full.
Tied in a bamboo basket, clean.
The flask bottle on the table is always filled with hot water.
No matter how much he spent, he came back the next day and the water was replenished.
Time passes day by day.
From September to October, until the beginning of winter in November.
The weather is getting colder by the day.
I ran into a bit of trouble while doing work that day, and it took me a while to get it done. When I returned to the village, it was already dark.
Late at night in November, the dew deepened and the wind blowing on the face was extremely cold.
Heizi wiped the moisture from his hair, and rode a motorcycle all the way to the gate of his yard.
Before the car stopped, drowsiness appeared on his face for a moment.
There are lights in the yard, the lights are warm and yellow.
Immediately came the sound of hasty footsteps inside, and the courtyard door creaked open from within, and the shocked face of a young girl appeared in the crack of the door, with worry still in her eyes.
"Are you back?" He smiled, his eyes dark and bright in shock, and the light was dazzling.
Heizi turned off his car, sat in the car seat without speaking, staring at the woman with his dark eyes.
Taohua was stunned for a moment, then felt embarrassed, lowered his head and said frantically, "You, you came home late today, my father is worried about you, so let me come and take a look... It's cold, I'll warm the rice on the stove, let's eat, I'll go home!"
Finally finished speaking, Taohua ran away with his head buried, not daring to look at the young man, for fear of seeing the mockery.
Afraid of embarrassing myself.
As it passed by the young man, a strong and powerful hand suddenly stretched out and tightly grasped his wrist.