I saw the crowd coming upstairs, like a strange and huge creature with an unusually long tail. The heads of this creature were Uncle Zheng and Zhao Qiuhong, and when they walked up to the balcony on the third floor and walked towards me, the inexplicable surging in my heart made my cheeks red, and I turned back to my mother in a trembling voice and said, "They came up." ”

Uncle Zheng knocked on Cao Li's door, maybe Cao Li answered behind the door, I can only say that there is such a possibility, the sound of wind and rain plus the sound of people, even if Cao Li deserves the loudest in the house, I can't hear it.

The clearest thing is Uncle Zheng's shouting towards Cao Li's house: "Cao Li, don't hide, explain this matter clearly, tell everyone, is it what you said about the corpse of Guanhu River?" ”

I poked my head out at first, and the rain only wet part of my hair. People are always doing things unconsciously, such as when I got out of the house, walked on stage, and kept approaching Uncle Zheng, the first scene of the incident. At that time, there was no longer any dry place in my body, and I, like those people, had become a chicken in the soup. We chickens shouted the same words three times, and finally the door cracked, revealing Cao Li's swollen face, and she said in a tone that she did not want to participate in any contradictions and disputes: "Your business is none of my business. ”

Uncle Zheng was confident: "The problem is not here, you just need to tell these people, and you can say it." ”

Cao Li said: "I said it, but I said it to my friends. I don't know what you're going to do here, what does it have to do with what I'm talking about? ”[/url][u1]

Uncle Zheng thought that if everyone believed her words and said to her friends, then they would naturally believe that she had nothing to do with this matter. Whether she said those things to her friends became the crux of the debate. Because Cao Li is a foreigner, Uncle Zheng grabbed a point: "How long have you been here to have friends?" Speak to whom to believe. ”

Cao Li said: "Making friends doesn't matter time, as long as you are sincere enough, you can make friends anytime and anywhere." ”

Uncle Zheng was very angry when he heard this: "Make friends, I'm not as good as you?" I need you to teach me how to make friends. ”

Cao Li said: "I didn't teach you to make friends, I'm talking about things, this thing is like this." ”

Uncle Zheng was followed by so many soup chickens, but it was useless, none of them were his support group, on the contrary, there was a demolition. Zhao Qiuhong on the side had something to say, and she first stated: "Old man Zheng, I don't want to dismantle your platform." "My heart is like a mirror, she is dismantling Uncle Zheng's stage.

She continued: "At least I think she speaks sincerely, and no matter how good she is, she will make friends better than you Old Man Zheng." ”

Hearing this, Uncle Zheng was so angry: "Zhao Qiuhong, you are talking nonsense!" ”

I looked around at the soup chickens, and every soup chicken was flushed and excited. I was not undoubted about their excitement, they came in the rain to see how Uncle Zheng clarified himself, and now that they have changed their original intentions and changed the theme, they are even more excited, which is really incomprehensible.

When I was skeptical, Zheng Qiuhong asked a very realistic question: "How do you know that I am talking nonsense?" ”

Uncle Zheng was speechless for a moment, and everyone laughed. When Zhao Qiuhong asked, her expression matched her doubts, but I could see that the doubts were actually fake, and the real expression was hidden under the doubts, which was the same excitement as the soup chickens.

As time passed, many days after the farce had passed, it dawned on me. The chickens must be excited, how can they not be excited? Uncle Zheng clarifies that he is a known episode, and the argument about his friends is an unknown event. The unknown is more exciting, in line with the mood changes of the chickens in that farce.

That night, I stood close to Uncle Zheng, and when he was dumbfounded, I saw on his face at least two minutes at a loss. During these two minutes, his mind must have been unusually active. His thoughts must include remorse, he designed the beginning of the event, but he had no plan for what to do if he couldn't control the scene in the end.

In the face of everyone's waiting eyes, if he procrastinates and does not answer, it will appear that he has no aura and reduce the chances of clarifying his victory. He couldn't turn around in his old mind, and before he could fully weigh it, he said with a weak sense of righteousness and obvious hesitation: "Then wait a few days and see if she can make friends, and you will know if she is lying?" ”

"How many days?" Zhao Qiuhong asked.

Uncle Zheng originally stretched out four fingers, but then bent down one more and said, "Three days, just three days." ”

The door has always been only open one crack, and only Cao Li's face has been exposed. The face was still puffy, the same as when I first saw her, but it made me feel like it had changed dramatically. It is impossible to describe everything, but to put it first, the fatigue looks different from when my father was working, and it comes from the heart, and it is not formed in a moment or three, but is the result of many years. Secondly, I feel that she is pitiful, she can't make her own decisions, Uncle Zheng and Zhao Qiuhong, you say a word, I say a word, decide what Cao Li should do to get out of the suspicion of hurting Chen Tiantong.

As far as I know, he didn't know the Chen family at all, and he hadn't even heard their names. She bears unwarranted guilt for those who are in fact unwarranted to her. I probably won't forget that when the chickens dispersed, they were all so disappointed. I even heard people booing the fact that they were protesting against the grand opening of the event that ended so abruptly.

Everyone was gone, and Cao Li closed the door. I stared at the place where I had been in the tumult a moment ago, and was painted by the night, a rich black and incomparably quiet. I can imagine all the chickens bathing at home, changing their clothes, and saying frustrating things that criticize the sloppy ending.

But I can't guess what Cao Li is doing, I can't guess that she went to bed, or she still stands, looking at the night view of Jiangnan through the window that has been blurred by the corrosion of time. She and I were basically doing the same thing, but with a wall of separation. The night scene in the south of the Yangtze River in my eyes is a rain covering endless darkness, so I think that no matter how wide Cao Li's eyes are, she will definitely not be able to see anything.

The father had already returned to the house, and the mother shouted at the door, "Come back." ”

My mother's voice was a rope through the rainy night, pulling me back to the rental house. My father was taking a bath, and he said, "Wipe it with a dry towel first, and when I'm done, you wash it." ”

I nodded and looked at him, his dark back was hazy and damp, like a broken picture of the wet rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Uncle Zheng provoked the whole incident just to satisfy his poor self-esteem. Looking back at the overall memory of Wet Rain Jiangnan, his self-esteem does not have the slightest meaning other than embarrassment for Cao Li. But I didn't think so at the time, I thought that what happened later was caused by Uncle Zheng's self-esteem.

My mother asked me to go to the screw factory with her, saying that I couldn't do my homework at home alone. My mother was right, but she didn't know that I couldn't do my homework well in the screw factory. Although there are not a few questions in the whole summer homework, I still hope to have a quiet environment when doing homework. I don't want to do my homework while listening to the machines in the screw factory roaring in my ears. I didn't want to read a text praising Lei Feng, when I suddenly heard a group of workers with rough voices, scolding each other and scolding pigs.

Also, I didn't want to move around when I got to the screw factory, because it was a screw factory, and the screw factory was full of screws as the name suggests. It's okay to accidentally kick it down, at most it will break some skin and ooze some blood. If you want to step on one, you will be unlucky, and it will be difficult to drill a hole in the soles of your feet, and nail your shoes and socks and soles together in layers.

It's not me who is, there are such unlucky people. At that time, I had just come to Gangnam, and my mother was not working in a screw factory, she was a cook on a small construction site. Although I have no direct relationship with the screw factory, I still heard about the screw factory not long after I arrived in Jiangnan.

It was a large factory nearby, and many people worked in the compound. I often hear them say that the screw factory is like this, the screw factory is like that. Sometimes I even hear them talk about how old the factory manager is, what kind of relationship he has, and so on.

One day, I heard that there was an accident in the screw factory, and I heard that this accident was very undeserved. There was an accountant in charge of cash cashier, and he somehow ran to the finished product workshop that day. I heard that the production process was backward at that time, and there were always screws scattered in the workshop. The workshop workers wear thick-soled shoes and walk like the clogs worn by the Japanese. Naturally, the screws of such shoes cannot be nailed in. Two pairs per worker and one pair per person in the department. The factory stipulates that such shoes must be worn when entering the workshop.

That day, the cash accountant ran into the workshop, and he walked so fast that he forgot to change his shoes. It is said that he was wearing a pair of cloth shoes with thin plastic soles, and he had not taken a few steps before he heard the screams. The workers who went to work that day saw him curled up and squatting, not only screaming and screaming, but also trembling all over. It is said that he was carried out that day and taken to the hospital to have the nails removed. The doctor who diagnosed him had a disagreement over whether to use a screwdriver or tweezers to pull out the nails. In the end, I couldn't pull half with tweezers and half with a screwdriver. There were twenty-five nails if not thirty, and the screams of the cash accountant lasted from the afternoon until the dawn of the day.

Now I want to say that the cash accountant's surname is Zheng, and he is Uncle Zheng in the compound. At that time, no one called him Uncle Zheng, everyone called him Lao Zheng. For this matter, the factory director said that he violated the factory rules and regulations and decided to terminate the retirement and re-employment contract. Uncle Zheng's name has been used since the day he retired with honor, and the compound has the habit of calling retirees like this, such as Uncle Mao, Uncle Sun, and so on.

Uncle Zheng once showed us the soles of his feet, and the nail scars were clearly visible, except for the hornet's nest, it was difficult to make a more vivid analogy with others. As soon as people saw the foot-shaped hornet's nest, they asked him what happened that day, and asked him why he was so excited that he ran into the workshop without changing his shoes. As soon as he was asked, he put on his socks and shoes and walked away with a bored expression.

In fact, everyone knows this, the widower Uncle Zheng likes the screw factory worker Widow Zhou, and was entrusted by her to apply for poverty subsidies for her. On the day he got the money, he was full of excitement to please the other party, and this happened. Their relationship became people's interest after dinner, and Widow Zhou found it difficult to accept it, so she found a reason to quit her job in the screw factory and went to her daughter in the city.