moved back, but Wu Manling also moved her heart disease into the team headquarters. This heart disease is "haunted". A few days ago, because of the earthquake-proof shed, everyone's life is not so fine, and they like to sit together when they have nothing to do, pull and croak, in the dead of night, and inevitably pull the topic to the "ghost". This is also the tradition of the croppers, and it is good to talk about "ghosts" while enjoying the coolness. actually turned over the haunting of the brigade headquarters. This matter is no wonder Guangli, it was Wu Manling herself who provoked this matter. Wu Manling said: "Guangli, that day you said that the brigade headquarters was haunted and vomited, is it true or false?" Guangli said: "Of course it's true." Wu Manling said: "Come and listen to it." Guangli said: "Are you afraid?" Wu Manling smiled and said, "I'm a materialist, I don't believe in ghosts, I'm not afraid of ghosts, come and listen." "In fact, when the topic came here, Guangli's family gave Guangli a look, but unfortunately, it was at night, Guangli didn't see it, and the conversation box opened all of a sudden.

The haunted thing is a long story, but it was still before liberation. At that time, there was no brigade headquarters, it was a land temple. How could it be haunted? In front of the door of the Land Temple, a man was killed: Wang Erhu. A nouveau riche in Wangjiazhuang back then. How much money does Wang Erhu have? Let's put it this way, if you go to the house of the barefoot doctor Wang Xinglong, you will know that the three big tiled houses are left by Wang Erhu. Wang Erhu, how to say it, is not a bad person, but he is too rich, too lively, too bold, and dares to do any business. When the Japanese came, he didn't shy away from it, and he slapped the Goryeo sticks. In 1945, the Japanese surrendered. As soon as the Japanese leave, the battle will have to continue. In order to arouse the enthusiasm of the poor people, what should we do? Fight local tyrants and divide the land. The land has been reformed. One land reform Wang Erhu was broken, and the traitor elimination team got a secret report, and Wang Erhu turned out to be a traitor. The team pressed Wang Erhu in the quilt that night, stuffed a rag in his mouth, tied it with flowers, and pulled it to the door of the Land Temple. Wang Erhu's head rolled on the ground four or five times, and was finally blocked by a brick. Still frowning and smacking his lips.

Later, some people said that Wang Erhu was wronged. He, a traitor, actually sold 200 catties of rice to the Japanese. Because of injustice, he becomes a ghost. This ghost is special, only a head, no body. On the night of a thunderstorm, as soon as the lightning in the sky flashed, the ghost thought it was a guillotine, and it came out. Just a head, and a face, hanging in the air, floating in the wind. As soon as it sees someone, it will stare at you and ask, "What about my body?" But you can't tell him the truth, you have to say, "Eaten by a dog!" Wang Erhu left.

Wu Manling moved back to the team headquarters, and when she always thought about Wang Erhu at night, the lonely head floated in. Yes, Wu Manling is a materialist and does not believe in ghosts. However, Wu Manling obviously ignores such a basic fact, materialism only has its explosive power under the sun, and at night, when "matter" is swallowed up by darkness, materialism also becomes the color of night. Like a soul, not like a "thing". The Brigade Headquarters was huge, and this huge, black hollow would strongly and effectively wrap Wu Manling, like her skin. This time, Wu Manling's fear was cut to the skin, filled with an eerie atmosphere, very abstract. But gloom is such a thing, the more abstract it is, the more concrete it is. Sometimes it can be specific to Wang Erhu's expression, his frowning brows, and his smacking lips. To make matters worse, the brigade headquarters had been used as a makeshift warehouse to store grain, and the corners were almost all surrounded by rat holes. It can be said that it is the continuous rat hole that supports the solid foundation of the brigade headquarters. When night came, the rats came out with a solemn and majestic expression. They come together for a general meeting, then a small meeting, and then a breakout session. The discussion was open and secret, twittering, and vigorous. They quarrel, rob, hoard, grind their teeth, fight, and are accompanied by busy sexual activities and shouting. It's almost a "haunted" sound. Wu Manling was extremely frightened, but she couldn't say it. How can a materialist say that he is "afraid of hauntings"? Wu Manling bought a flashlight and put it next to her pillow. Every day before going to bed, pull the microphone of the tweeter to the bed. In case of any trouble, Wu Manling will immediately turn on her flashlight, turn on the switch of the tweeter at the same time, and shout loudly into the microphone: "Eaten by a dog!"

During the days of the earthquake, the Demon King of the Mixed World stayed in the room and did not build an earthquake-proof shed. Mainly because of laziness. The Demon King of the Mixed World is really a good skill, on such a hot day, he can stay in the room. Sit here, lie there, staring at a pair of big, dull eyes, not knowing what he's thinking. When it was time to eat, he took some rice and some yams, added water, cooked them, and then swallowed the potato rice with salt. That's all there is to do every day. This person is really lazy, a body of lazy meat, a body of lazy tendons, and a body of lazy bones. In fact, it wasn't like this before. When he first came to Wangjiazhuang, the Demon King of the Mixed World was a very lively young man. Positive, hard-working, and cheerful. When he was free, the Demon King of the Mixed World was going to play basketball on the playground of Wangjiazhuang Primary School. He is as agile on the basketball court as he is on the farm, the only difference is that he is more handsome when he plays basketball. His dribbling, dribbling, long-range shots, and three-step baskets are all precise and powerful, while also stretching and generous, and are at the heart of offense and defense. People must still remember that many people watched the Demon King of the Mixed World play with their jobs in their hands, applauded him well, and cheered for him. However, day after day, month after month, that is, a year or two, the young man was gone, and the fox's tail was exposed. It's a fake positive. The Demon King of the Mixed World didn't become like this in one morning, there was a gradual process here, and it was a long time. In general, after a long period of quantitative change, there was a qualitative transformation. What does the old saying say? The road knows the horsepower, and the people will see it for a long time. Not at all. As the days went by, his lively foal finally became the laziest donkey, grinding everything he did. The eyes of the members of the club are bright, and they give him a very dishonorable nickname: the Demon King of the Mixed World. Judging from the current situation, the Demon King of the Mixed World can't even compare to a donkey, he is simply a turtle, shrinking himself in the shell of the turtle all day long, and even his head is retracted into it. The shrunken turtle is talking about him.

Speaking of which, there is nothing wrong with the demon king of the mixed world, he doesn't smoke and drink, he doesn't steal chickens and dogs, he doesn't hang his arms, he doesn't have serious style problems, and his family background is not bad. It's just lazy and mixed, and everything has to be slowed down by several beats. His hair was quite long, and he talked with mud and water, and he thought that he could only have a sentence for a long time, and he could not go to the village in front of him, and he could not go to the store in the back, and he walked slowly, and his heels kicked and stomped, as if two heels had been dragged by a ghost. This man is slow to blink his eyes, and he blinks his eyes with great difficulty, and you can see that he first closes his eyes listlessly, pauses for a moment, and then opens them listlessly. That's not good. It's the look of looking down on people. The worst thing is his laughter. His laughter is very distinctive, others laugh crunchyly, raise their necks, hahaha a few times, and it's over. As for him, he wilted and didn't make a sound, just silently put a smile on his face, and his chest shook. The topic has shifted to other places, let's take a look at the Demon King of the Mixed World, his smile still crooked at the corner of his mouth, hanging there. Because the time is too long, it is no longer a laugh, there is a suspicion out of thin air, and there is even sarcasm and sarcasm, which is easy to make people feel distracted, and always feel that they owe him something. In short, when his flesh laughs, the skin doesn't laugh, and when the skin laughs, the meat doesn't smile, it's very yin, and he looks very unbought and wants to with whom. The most unaccustomed thing for the people of Wangjiazhuang is the yin of this person, who hides a big scheming all day long. Who are you dealing with? Who is sorry for you? Who is still treating you badly? No wow. Such a person should not expect anything good from others. Leaving half a sentence to speak, yin and yang weirdness, swallowing slowly, or dying or not alive are all fatal problems. These problems are all found in the demon kings of the mixed world, especially compared with Wu Manling, which is significant. Extraordinarily eye-catching. Tell me, how do you still make the vast number of poor middle peasants like him?

The people of Wangjiazhuang don't like the Demon King of the Mixed World. He knows it himself. As a result, his mass base went wrong and became very weak. If you don't come and go, then don't come and go. I'm bored, what are you doing? Playing the harmonica. Blowing every day, the corners of both mouths make the harmonica grind out of the cocoon. What do you say about a broken hornet's nest that you stuff in your mouth all day long? It's not sweet, it's not salty. The Demon King of the Mixed World is one less know-how.

In fact, the people in Wangjiazhuang know that there is a very important reason why the demon king of the mixed world is so down, laziness is only half of it, and half of it is jealousy. The educated youths left one after another, going to college, returning to the city, returning to the city, retiring from illness, and entering the factory, he was fine, and he couldn't leave. The Demon King of the Mixed World saw it in his eyes and secretly compared it with others. A comparison is completely deflated. Is this comparable? As the old saying goes, a tank cannot be compared to a basin, a man cannot be compared to a man, a man is compared to a man, and a man is angry. If you can't leave, you can't leave, the Demon King of the Mixed World doesn't think so. He couldn't figure it out, so he adopted a way of protesting that was almost: breaking the jar and breaking it. Then you just fall. Wangjiazhuang is a vast world, such a big place, are you afraid that you will not be able to break a jar? Who are you scaring about? Everyone in the world knows a simple truth: the more you break the jar, the more you can't break it. When you fall, it shatters more completely, and when you want to pick it up again, you can't make up a whole piece, either a corner is missing here, or there is a side. The Demon King of the Mixed World just doesn't understand this. You don't know where to peel the skin from when you eat a potato, and you still fall. Look for death.

The Demon King of the Mixed World just feels a loss. It doesn't matter if he can't leave, the most important thing is that compared with others, he has not suffered less. When he first came to Wangjiazhuang, the Demon King of the Mixed World can be said to have made a bloody investment. Where is it called work, it is simply desperate. Why? It's just to get a "performance". The educated youth have a standard for the "performance" thing, that is, to see who is more desperate to die, and to see who takes their own body bones more inappropriately. Whoever dares to practice it and dare to put it to death can be regarded as having a "performance". At that time, the Demon King of the Mixed World suffered a lot. What does a slogan say? "If you are tired, think about the revolutionary seniors, and if you are tired, think about the Red Army's 25,000." "Old-timers", and "Twenty-five thousand", they are a sign, a scale, a limit that will never have a limit. This limit is not empty, as evidenced by the poem: "Make up your mind, not be afraid of sacrifice, overcome all difficulties, and strive for victory." "What does it mean not to be afraid of sacrifice? Only when people live can they not be afraid of sacrifice. On the other hand, as long as you still have a breath, you can't be called not afraid of sacrifice, you have room for hard work and improvement. The "not afraid of sacrifice" of the Demon King of the Mixed World can be described as tragic, a little more than two years, his stomach is broken, and his joints are also broken.

The Demon King of the Mixed World worked so hard and was in the limelight like this, but he didn't hide it from Wu Manling. There is one thing that Wu Manling can see very accurately, the Demon King of the Mixed World is so positive, his motives are not healthy, and he hides many fatal problems. As a descendant of a small clerk, the Demon King of the Mixed World has a strong speculative mentality, and what he is really obsessed with is a hammer deal. In other words, he worked so hard in order to leave earlier. This is his true nature. His positivity is fake, his enthusiasm is fake, and his death is fake. These are just appearances, and speculation in disguise is the real thing. is still greedy in his bones, and he just makes enough money in the shortest possible time. Wu Manling pointed out this mercilessly at the life meeting of the branch of the Educated Youth League. At the same time, Wu Manling also pointed out that the motives of the Demon King of the Mixed World in basketball are also problematic, and that is not for exercise, but for showmanship! The basket is empty, why don't you shoot immediately, and wait for the defensive players to come up before you make a move? Wu Manling's words are to the point. Later facts also proved this, when the Demon King of the Mixed World lost the opportunity to go to college, he suddenly degenerated from the initial rush to the later escape and passivity. The so-called stomach problems, the so-called arthritis, are all excuses. "Who doesn't have stomach problems? Who doesn't have arthritis?" In the end, illness is shameful, it is a shield of weakness and uselessness. Slackness and laziness are the diseases. Bad motivation is an incurable disease of an intellectual youth.

By 1976, all the educated youths in Wangjiazhuang were gone, and there were only two people left: Wu Manling, the demon king of the mixed world. It needs to be emphasized here that the same is left, and there is a high level in the meaning. The Demon King of the Mixed World can't leave, and Wu Manling doesn't want to go. It can't be confused. It stands to reason that a man and a woman, young and fellow countrymen, should be extra compassionate. You help me, I'll help you. However, no, it is the face and the heart that are at odds. Of course, the demon king of the mixed world is not his mother's thing!And as soon as Wu Manling became the village party secretary, the relationship between the two deteriorated rapidly, and they were black-eyed, and they actually developed to the point where they broke their noses and didn't speak. Then again, Xiao Wu is not picky, he will give three points to everyone, but he will not give an inch of land to this young fellow.

If you talk about it in detail, Wu Manling became the village party secretary, and although the demon king of the mixed world was jealous, he was still quite happy in private. He saw hope. The Demon King of the Mixed World secretly calculated an account for himself: first, what chance will there be next time, Wu Manling is already the village party secretary, she is the core force of Wangjiazhuang, so naturally she can't leave, and the rest can not find a second one except herself; Now, Wu Manling is the branch secretary, no matter how you say it, after all, she is "her own person", and she will definitely do it. Therefore, on the whole, the situation of the Demon King of the Mixed World is more beneficial than disadvantageous, and it is developing in a better and better direction. The opportunity came soon, and not long after Wu Manling became the branch secretary, the brick and tile factory in Zhongbao Commune, Xinghua County, recruited workers. The Demon King of the Mixed World made a formal request in writing, and he was to work as a worker in the brick and tile factory of the commune. Wu Manling stopped and did not sign. Disagree. Wu Manling is a straightforward person, without making any excuses, hitting the nail on the head, and disagreeing. She said at the branch meeting: "The crux of the matter is, does the Demon King of the Mixed World know what a brick is? What is a tile? A person, even he doesn't want to make a brick, he doesn't want to make a tile, what else can you expect him to do?" Wu Manling said, bricks, and tiles, in the final analysis, are still dirt, however, it is different from ordinary soil. Bricks and tiles are regular, square clay, clay that has stood the test of fire. For the Demon King of the Mixed World, what he needs most is to walk through the mold and roll out of the flames. What he needs most is not to turn into bricks, but to make good dirt. It's a foundation. This blow was fatal for the Demon King of the Mixed World. That is to say, not only is he not qualified to be a brick or a tile, he is not even qualified to be a piece of clay. The previous efforts were in vain. The Demon King of the Mixed World finally saw the most basic fact, he couldn't leave it in this life. Compared to "others", being trampled under the feet of "your own people" is the worst. What does it mean to "step on yourself and"? The Demon King of the Mixed World immediately understood that Wu Manling was reluctant to let him go. He must live in Wangjiazhuang as Wu Manling's foil, without the Tao of the Demon King of the Mixed World, where is her Wu Manling's magic height? This comparison brings out Wu Manling's brilliance. Wu Manling is such a clever person, how can he let him go? Then stay for it. The Demon King of the Mixed World is dead set and down-to-earth. Can't you go to the commune to make a brick or a tile, and can't you make a piece of grass in Wangjiazhuang? It's good to make grass. Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. Drinking the northwest wind can be a large piece of green. Thinking about it like this, the Demon King of the Mixed World was happy, understood, and thought to himself, your grandma, I can't go, don't you can't go? You are a seller of fresh fish, I am a seller of salted fish, I want to see if your fresh fish can withstand consumption, or my salted fish can withstand consumption.

Duan Fang is a headless fly that can't find anyone to speak. At noon, I still pounced on the cooperative medical side, but it was empty. The door of the cooperative medical care was actually locked. Then go and sit down with the Demon King of the Mixed World. I had to sit down over there. The Demon King of the Mixed World was still like that, lying on the ground, his head resting on his arms, his calves on his thighs, his eyes closed, and his harmonica playing with all his heart. In fact, the Demon King of the Mixed World is like this every day. Duan Fang looked at the harmonica of the Demon King of the Mixed World, and thought to himself, it would be nice if Sanya had a harmonica, cover it in his hand, and think that one bite is a mouthful. Thinking like this, the Demon King of the Mixed World threw the harmonica on the straw mat, still closed his eyes, and said, "Duan Fang, do you know what I'm thinking?" Before Duan Fang could answer, the Demon King of the Mixed World had already sat up, opened his eyes, crooked his mouth, and laughed spontaneously. The Demon King of the Mixed World said: "I just want to walk back to Nanjing, take a sip of soda, and then walk back." Even if you walk for eight days and eight nights, it is worth it to take a sip of soda. The Demon King of the Mixed World nodded, repeated what he had just said, turned his face, and said to Duan Fang: "Duan Fang, if you can let me take a sip of soda, I would rather drill your crotch." "The Demon King of the Mixed World is joking, with the meaning of having nothing to say, and making fun of the end of the party. Duan Fang knew what "soda" was? Where could he experience the taste of a thousand arrows after the soda entered his mouth? But the Demon King of the Mixed World still sat up straight and stretched out a finger. He plans to give Duan Fang a good talk about "soda", and talk about the subtle and touching difference between Shanghai's soda and Nanjing's soda. Duan Fang stretched out his hand and pressed down the arm of the Demon King of the Mixed World along with his finger, Duan Fang said:

"I'll give you a bottle of soda, and you give me the harmonica. ”

The Demon King of the Mixed World smiled, it was the kind of laughter that came out loud, it was rare. The laughter of the Demon King echoed through the Great Warehouse. The Demon King of the Mixed World handed the harmonica in his hand to Duanfang's hand and said, "Go get the soda." ”

Duan Fang put the harmonica down, and his expression was serious. He stood up. The Demon King of the Mixed World lay down, closed his eyes again, and began to hum, slapping on his tiptoes. The Demon King said, "If you can make me drink soda, I'll cut out my tongue and give it to you." Duan Fang said at the door, "I have my own tongue." ”

Xinglong's home is really magnificent, not only in Wangjiazhuang, even if it is expanded to a radius of dozens of miles, it can be called the most famous building. Although it is old, the weather is still there. Bricks are bricks, and tiles are tiles. Between the bricks and the bricks, it is neatly outlined. There was not a single trace of scribbling. Blue-black, tall, majestic, and a solemn style. Comparing the surrounding low grass houses, it can be described as magnificent, with the suddenness of rising from the ground or falling from the sky. Speaking of the three tiled houses of Xinglong's family, we can't fail to mention Xinglong's father, Lao Harpoon. Old Harpoon can be said to be a top figure in Wangjiazhuang. If you count carefully, there are two activists in Wangjiazhuang, one is Xu Banxian, and the other is Lao Harpoon. After all, Xu Banxian is a sloppy mother-in-law, her kung fu is only limited to her mouth, the thunder is loud, the rain is small, there is no wind and three feet of waves, and when she sees the wind, it is rain, with the ingredients of the play, and she is an ugly man on the stage. Let's have fun. The old harpoon is different. The old harpoon is fierce and has the power of a mainstay. No matter what happens, he doesn't say a word, but he can rush to the front. This is the role of role models and demonstrations. However, this example is arrogant, if you can't move your mouth, you can move people, if you can't move your hands, you will move a stick, and if you can't move a stick, you will move a knife. Therefore, this role model is incomparably strong and aggressive, domineering, and hard-working. And his positivity is not a whim, there is a match and no match. His enthusiasm has a very complete and clear context, land reform, suppression of rebellion, unified purchase and marketing, mutual aid groups, primary society, senior society, people's commune, four clean, *****, everything rushed to the front, every step stood on the cusp. Therefore, after the land reform, the anti-Japanese democracy in the liberated area gave Wang Erhu's three big tile houses to the old harpoon, and his vision was very accurate. The old harpoon lived in a big tiled house after the land reform, and was encouraged and became more and more active. Lao Harpoon has not been a village cadre for a day, however, no one can deny that Old Harpoon is always special, and he was, is and will always be the "highest" member of Wangjiazhuang.

Duan Fang came to the door of Xinglong's house, and he asked Xinglong for a bottle of soda. Xinglong will give him this face. Of course, Duan Fang will never tell the Demon King of the Mixed World such a secret that Xinglong will make soda, and this secret still has to be kept. The scorching sun is shining, but the door of Xinglong's house is closed, just like cooperative medical treatment. Duan Fang turned his head sideways, and listened for a while, but there was no movement in the patio. Duan Fang pushed it, but didn't push it away. This is strange.,In broad daylight.,What are you doing with the latch.。 Duan Fang stretched out his hand and slapped it vigorously on the large iron ring of the door panel. Wang Erhu was really elegant when he built these three large tiled houses, and he could feel it just from the big iron ring on the door panel. Coupled with the neat semi-circular door nails on the door, the gate of Xinglong's house is so domineering, and it looks fearless.

Xinglong showed half of his head through the middle of the door, and the expression on his face looked quite solemn. Something important seems to be going on in the family. Duan Fang is an interesting person, if he changes his usual time, Duan Fang may not go in. However, Duanfang's mind was on the harmonica, so he still leaned sideways and squeezed in. After crossing the patio and entering the hall, Duan Fang realized that he had made a mistake. Something really happened to Xinglong's family. The hall was full of people, with their heads bowed. Two incense sticks were burned on the table, and the room was full of smoke, and I could smell that paper money had just been melted. It's like doing the Dharma in a hurry. Duan Fang had already come in, so he could only smile and nod at Xinglong's mother, brother, and sister-in-law, which was considered to have been greeted. Duan Fang noticed that Xinglong's father, Old Harpoon, was lying on the bed, his head was covered with bandages, and his nostrils were full of rough air. Duan Fang asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?" Xinglong pulled Duan Fang aside, didn't speak, but tilted his mouth to the roof beam, Duan Fang raised his head, and saw that half of the hemp rope was still hanging on the roof beam, and the other half was placed on the platform and tied up with a red head rope. Duan Fang's eyes looked at the old harpoon, the hanging beam, the hemp rope and the bar, and he knew. The old harpoon wanted to die, hanged himself, was cut off the roof beam, and broke his head.

Duan Fang's mouth gasped, "sizzled", and wondered. How could an old harpoon hang himself? It's incredible. Hanging is a woman's business. Only the most useless resentful woman is bullied and can't find a place to reason, so she hangs herself on the branches, lets the wind blow the corners of her clothes, makes her hair sprinkle all over her face, and lets the helpless three-inch golden lotus sway in the air. Old Harpoon, such a fiery person, is dead, except for the end of his life, he can only die on the knife mountain, in the sea of fire. He can't die on the roof beams anymore. Who was bullied? In Wangjiazhuang, only the old harpoon, a "senior member," bullied others, and who still had the courage to bully the old harpoon? Can't wow.

"How so?" Duan Fang didn't believe and whispered.

"Who knows. It's already the second time. Xinglong said worriedly.

"Why? For no reason, the old man has never been so soft. - Ask him. ”

"Asked. Xinglong said, "He didn't say. Say nothing. Xinglong twisted his eyebrows, raised his head and said, "You can't pry his mouth either." ”

Duan Fang said, "That's too." ”

The old harpoon lay on the bed, inhaling and exhaling very roughly. It looks like there won't be any problems with life. Xinglong suddenly remembered and asked, "Are you looking for me to have something?" Duan Fang said, "Where, it's okay." I wanted to talk to you, and seeing that you weren't over there, I came over. "It's very hot and crowded in the room. Duan Fang felt that he was an eyesore, there was such a big thing in someone's house, he was an outsider, and it was not good to be stuffed here. Duan Fang nodded to a room of people in order and took his leave. Xinglong kept sending him to the door of the patio, and said, "Duanfang, I won't talk about this matter outside." Duan Fang patted Xinglong's shoulder, closed the door for Xinglong, and heard Xinglong bolt on.

Instead of going back from the original road, Duanfang made a short detour. The main thing is to bypass the Demon King of the Mixed World. A bottle of soda is no problem, but when you encounter it, it will be embarrassing. Unexpectedly, this detour came out of trouble, at the mouth of the narrow alley, Duan Fang saw a person walking over from the opposite side, it was Sanya's mother, it was Kong Suzhen. Duan Fang wanted to avoid it, but it was too late, so he could only go up hard. Duan Fang thought, she didn't necessarily know. In fact, Kong Suzhen's end has already seen the end of the square, which is quite awkward and difficult. The main thing is that you can't say anything. If you can't say it, then don't say it, pretend you can't see it. It's still quite awkward, and the alley is too narrow. The two of them, each with their own thoughts, got closer and closer in the narrow and long alley. Kong Suzhen has made up her mind, she is an elder anyway, and it is understandable that she does not speak. Just go all the way. What is there to say to Duan Fang! Kong Suzhen didn't squint, and her face was already flushed. The distance between the two people was only four or five steps away, but Duan Fang stopped and said:

"Auntie. ”

This "aunt" was polite, but it was also weird, and it was extraordinarily abrupt, which scared Kong Suzhen a lot. At Kong Suzhen's age, it is more than enough to be Duanfang's "aunt", but with her identity, she dare not be. This sound also startled Duan Fang himself. Duan Fang had never greeted others in such an affectionate tone, let alone to Kong Suzhen, and completely blurted out. After I said it, I listened to it again, and it had the meaning of stammering, which meant the idea of beating someone's daughter. My heart is getting more and more awkward. Kong Suzhen finally got a handful of age, and she also stood still, calmed down, and said politely, "It's Duanfang." "Kong Suzhen thought, it, I slept with my well-behaved daughter, taking advantage of the sky, you are like you're fine, you're still hanging out here on such a hot day. Thinking of the grievances her daughter has suffered these days, Kong Suzhen has a mind to scrape her ears. But Duanfang, this kid, still respects her as an "aunt", and she is knowledgeable. Kong Suzhen looked around, but there was no one. I want to explain two sentences to the other side, it is a cruel word, it is a warning, don't provoke our family Sanya again, otherwise, I will not be polite. Kong Suzhen thought about it, but she couldn't think of anything cruel, even if she had, she couldn't say it. Kong Suzhen unexpectedly stretched out her arm, put it on Duanfang's shoulder, and said earnestly:

"Please. ”

The sentence is vague. But the meaning is clear, you don't have much to do with Sanya. It seems that Kong Suzhen still knows. There was a burst of shame on the side. Thinking of the crazy things he and Sanya, Duanfang's face suddenly turned into pig liver, and he couldn't help lowering his head. But Duan Fang immediately saw the other side of the problem from Kong Suzhen's tone, the matter between him and Sanya, he was afraid that it would be Kong Suzhen who would be exposed, not himself. It seems to be. Otherwise, what would she do so politely? What would she do so lowly? When she thought about it like this, she couldn't care about being ashamed, but she saw the bottom in her heart, and her heart suddenly surged with a boldness that she couldn't say. I'm just on good terms with her, what about you? Quietly, you're actually bullying people. Duan Fang was also vague, and replied very filtily:

"Got it. ”

Duan Fang's depressed mood suddenly brightened up a lot, and even his steps became stronger. Kong Suzhen knows, she knows, she can't do anything to me. When I got home, I didn't expect someone to come to the house, and everyone was very happy, only my mother Shen Cuizhen was not too high-minded, and her smile was a little reluctant on her face - Jia Chungan, the red-pink hairy-footed son-in-law, "came to the door" and was eating tea. The so-called tea has nothing to do with "tea", but boiled eggs with brown sugar. This is a custom handed down from Wangjiazhuang. Although Wangjiazhuang is poor, it has a deep emphasis on "eating tea", and ordinary guests can't eat it. It is precisely because of poverty that "eating tea" has naturally become the highest courtesy for entertaining guests, and it is a big face. There are also some small, but strict specifications, which are mainly reflected in the amount of eggs. If it is the most precious person, seven eggs. The more precious ones, five. As for the general ones, they should not be less than three, otherwise they cannot be called "tea". This reflects the courtesy of the host. And this specification is not only reflected on the host's side, but also on the guest's side. That is, the "eating" of the guests. You can't eat all the eggs in the bowl, you have to leave two in the bowl to show that you "can't eat", which is elegant and indicates that the host's hospitality has been surplus. It stands to reason that the hairy-footed son-in-law has not yet reached the specification of "eating tea" when he comes to the door, and you are coming to the door to flatter his mother-in-law, what kind of "tea" do you eat? However, Hongfan is going to get married at the end of the year, and the hairy-footed son-in-law is about to turn positive and become an official son-in-law, so as soon as Jia Chungan puts down the gift, Shen Cuizhen asks Hongfan to "burn tea". In such a situation, giving Jia Chungan a face is actually giving a face to the red fan. Look at what the red powder does, and with a "purr", he smashes seven eggs into the pot. Shen Cuizhen saw it in her eyes, smiled on her face, and scolded in her heart, he is a little bit of a thing, he doesn't know what to do, Chun Gan will be your male general in the future, not your ancestor, what are you doing with seven eggs? Eggs are not born by you, are you? As soon as you raise your buttocks, you will be cheap! Fortunately, Chun Gan is a polite guy, he has drunk a lot of soup, only one egg has been eaten, and there are still six left in the bowl. Shen Cuizhen persuaded enthusiastically: "Eat." Eat. Chun Gan took out three bowls, two of which were given to the net, and two to the square. Duan Zheng and the net had obviously been waiting for a long time, and now they were satisfied, and walked into the kitchen with the bowl. Chun Gan originally planned to leave the last two eggs for Shen Cuizhen, but the red powder had already been served. Shen Cuizhen is most angry about this. You wait for Chun Gan to bring the bowl over, and I, Shen Cuizhen, will naturally hand it to your red powder, although it is a feint, how happy does it look You are good, and you are not afraid of other people's jokes. - Eat slowly, don't choke. And beat seven eggs, this home is not yours anyway, you will be bad!

Chun Gan and Duan Fang hadn't seen each other for two years, and as soon as they entered the door, Chun Gan was startled. Duan Fang in his memory was still a lean young man, and in a blink of an eye, he had become like this, thick and strong, and he was completely a big man. Duan Fang and Chun Gan nodded to each other, smiled, and said hello. Chungan took a bench, sat side by side with Duanfang, took out a cigarette, saluted, and lit it for Duanfang. Don't underestimate this small detail, it shows the shrewdness of Chungan. Chungan's pair of small eyes are clever. As soon as Duan Fang entered the door, Chungan noticed that this family had completed the change of dynasty. Wang Cunliang has long been soft, and Duan Fang is more like the master of this family. The look and tone of his voice is there. It stands to reason that Duan Fang will call him "brother-in-law" in the future, and he will be more noble in front of Duan Fang, however, Chun Gan knows that as long as the red powder passes through the door, he will be the "maternal uncle". "Uncle Mother" is the largest, and he is noble wherever he puts it. Another point, the most important thing, as a "maternal uncle", the day of Hongfan's marriage, he has to rely on the end of the "pinching lock". What is called "pinching the lock", simply put, it is a local custom, the bride leaves her mother's house at the last moment, a lock must be hung on the box, open. When all the joints of the groom and the groom are opened, the "mother's uncle" will stand up and "pinch" the lock. This "pinch" is the final pass, and the bride is yours. Otherwise, the groom's ** will inevitably have to fire empty cannons that night. Duan Fang is a key person. Thinking about it like this, Chun Gan "pinched" Duanfang's arm, and as if frightened, he said nervously:

"You're so strong!"

Duan Fang said, "Where." ”