Lao Luo, under the respectful and thoughtful care of Brother Yong, got into a neat pickup truck. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is the first time that Lao Luo has sat in Brother Yong's second-hand pickup fishing car, Secretary Luo sat on it, and he was not used to sitting on the hard cushion.

The engine of the pickup truck was roaring, and Lao Luo sounded like thunder.

The whole car was shaking with the sound of the engine. I didn't turn on the air conditioner, I didn't close the windows, and the wind outside blew straight in, so I couldn't use it.

Lao Luo watched Brother Yong drive, staring ahead like fishing, a little funny.

"The car, have you washed it?" asked Lao Luo.

"Take over the secretary, if you don't make it cleaner and don't wake up, how can you do it. "Brother Yong's local dialect is accurate and like.

The pickup truck started and staggered forward.

Lao Luo hurriedly held the handle, he was afraid that he would have a protruding pelvic pain in his waist, and if he continued to wave like this, it would hurt even more.

"Secretary Luo, this car is used to sitting. Brother Yong looked at Secretary Luo frowning and gritting his teeth, and asked very uncomfortable.

"Hehe, how to say it, it's better to drive slowly, slowly, it's more comfortable. Lao Luo smiled bitterly, there was no way, they all got in the car, so they had to say this.

"I'm used to this car, and I feel comfortable. The tires are full of steam, the spring steel is strengthened, the chassis is high, the off-road performance is good, and you are not afraid of potholes and pits. Brother Yong said. As soon as he finished speaking, it happened to be a mud pit or two, and he rushed over with a straight twist

"Oh oops, it's like going off-road fishing, get in your car. Where, where are we going now?" Lao Luo remembered what Brother Yong was doing when he came to pick him up, and he got into the car without figuring it out.

"A group of our workers cook rice noodles to eat, and we invite you, but we are afraid that you will not come. Brother Yong said.

Lao Luo remembered that eating rice noodles is the custom of Lingnan people. When something is done, people here celebrate by eating rice noodles.

When he had just graduated and came to this machine repair workshop as an "apprentice" technician, the old squad leader of Zhang Lin's second aunt at that time greeted him with the custom of eating rice noodles. Although it couldn't be simpler and more economical, it can make people feel very real respect, affinity, and uninhibited by each other. This allowed him to quickly integrate into the mechanic class.

"Ah, it's this group of old fellows for decades, please, I'm sure I'll come, it's rare for a group of old fellows to get together. What about the retired gang, will they come?" said Lao Luo.

"It's all here, Aunt Zhang came forward to organize, asked people to notify each other, and everyone who can come and move is here. Brother Yong said.

"Who's going to cook?" asked Lao Luo.

"Uncle Kun is cooking, it's rare, it's not you, it's hard for Aunt Zhang to convince him to come out to cook. Second Aunt Zhang and Uncle Kun prepared early. Early this morning, Aunt Zhang bought rice noodles, meat, and bones. At noon, Uncle Kun first boiled the bone broth and marinated the meat. When I came to pick you up, I boiled the rice noodles. Not only did the retired ones do it, but they also came over after work, and a large number of them were busy, waiting for you to cook as soon as you arrived. ”

Brother Yong said, and unconsciously, the car drove even more turbulently.

Lao Luo frowned and held back. I thought to myself, if it wasn't far away, I would have known that it would be better to walk.

"Secretary Luo, it's almost here, in the new machine shop. Everyone gathers around the cauldron and eats while it's hot, it's so lively!" Brother Yong said.