In the evening, the people's road gradually became lively, and the workers who got off work wore the work clothes of the unit and hurried to their homes; Children after school, in groups of three or five, laughed and chased on the road, and the bright red scarves around their necks looked particularly dazzling in the sunset.

Huang Ruhan walked on the road without saying a word with his hands behind his back, with heavy steps, and Song Qiong followed silently.

After walking for about seven or eight minutes, when he was about to reach Jiefang Road, Huang Ruhan turned around and asked, "Song Qiong, where is your sister's stall?" ”

"It's right next to the post office." Song Qiong said.

Song Zhen used to only make breakfast, but after making it for a while, she became familiar with it, and since yesterday, she has also set up a stall in the evening, mainly selling powder, supplemented by selling porridge, and the business seems to be very good.

"Let's go, let's see." Huang Ruhan said.

The post office, just at the intersection of Renmin Road and Jiefang Road, walked to the intersection, and saw a long queue on the north side of the post office, at the front of the line, was a simple stall, Song Zhen was hurriedly taking the enamel rice bowl and filling it with rice noodles.

Next to him, there is also a sturdy young man, helping to maintain order and lay hands.

Song Qiong stared at the young man twice, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded, it was Song Zhen's husband in his previous life, his brother-in-law Guo Hui, but he didn't expect that the two "hooked up" again.

"Business is good!" Huang Ruhan said with some surprise.

Song Qiong was also surprised, but he didn't expect that the business in the evening seemed to be better than in the morning, and most of the people in line were students.

Huang Ruhan walked to the back of the line, barely squeezed out a smile, and greeted the people in front of the line: "Comrade, what is it selling here, there are so many people queuing?" ”

At the front, a middle-aged woman in her thirties, wearing a post office uniform, glanced back and complained one after another: "Selling rice rolls, my children love to eat them, I came a little late, so there was such a long queue." ”

"Oh, and there are also cheong rolls sold at night? Does it taste good? Why don't you go to the Yimin snack bar opposite? Huang Ruhan asked.

The middle-aged woman's grievances were even greater: "Yimin's things can't be eaten, the last time I ate his family's rice noodles, I actually ate insects, and the people inside also scolded my child for deserving it, which is like the Song sister, the things are delicious, and polite, my children eat breakfast here every day, and they don't like to eat the porridge I cook." ”

As they spoke, the two had already come to the porridge stall, the middle-aged woman bought two portions of rice noodles for two cents, packed them in an enamel bowl and took them away, Huang Ruhan also bought one, Song Zhen beckoned him to sit next to him first, and then asked Guo Hui to pack the rice noodles and send them over.

Guo Hui is three years older than Song Zhen, 18 years old as a soldier, participated in the war in southern Xinjiang, at the beginning of the year, because of violation of discipline, retired early, he was originally a rural hukou, the local government did not arrange a job for him, just started to work as a temporary worker in the police station, in April the political axe was cleared to compress unplanned labor, he was also dismissed.

Guo Hui didn't know Song Qiong yet, he put the plate containing rice rolls on the table, bent down a little stiffly, and said, "Please use it slowly." ”

"Hey, the young man has a good attitude."

Huang Ruhan praised him, Guo Hui's dark face suddenly turned black and red, and he left in a hurry.

Huang Ruhan tasted a rice roll and couldn't help nodding: "Well, your sister's craftsmanship is good, the skin is thin, the filling is sufficient, and the meat oil is used." ”

After that, he picked up another rice roll and put it in his mouth, but his face gradually became solemn, and the chewing speed became slower and slower.

After a while, he put down his chopsticks, sighed, and said in a heavy tone: "Song Qiong, do you know, Lao Yuan is dead." ”

Song Qiong was silent, Lao Yuan, was one of the few temporary workers who were dismissed who went to the dock yesterday to explain the law.

According to Sun Chengye, Lao Yuan is a very responsible person, but the family is more difficult, the old father and mother are not in good health, his wife is paralyzed in bed, and he has five children.

"No more!"

Huang Ruhan pushed the plate and stood up: "It's time to get off work, you can go over and help." Tomorrow, I will compile a copy of the documents on individual policies of the central government, provinces, and regions. ”

After Huang Ruhan left, Song Qiong lit a cigarette and sat silently for a while.

On Song Zhen's side, there are not many people in line, and with Guo Hui's help, it is enough, if he goes now, Guo Hui will definitely be embarrassed.

Lao Yuan's death touched him very much.

Although Huang Ruhan did not say how Lao Yuan died, Song Qiong knew that when he got off work, the farmer who was drowned by throwing grain at the dock that everyone was talking about was Lao Yuan.

When you drowned, you still clung to a bag of grain?

It sounds terrible.

However, Song Qiong felt that the truth might be even more tragic than this.

There are very few farmers in Zhongling who can't swim, and the water flow near the wharf is also very stable, so Lao Yuan won't even want his life for a bag of grain.

Most likely, he went to die.

Because the dock cleared him, lost his source of income, and was beaten again to explain the law, Lao Yuan was likely to fall into despair and have the idea of begging for death.

He went to the dock, held a bag of grain, and committed suicide by jumping into the river, trying to use this extremely tragic way to get back the explanation.

Song Qiong sighed, these are just his guesses, but they should be closer to reality than rumors, and Huang Ruhan also thought of this possibility, so he became interested in the individual labor and service he mentioned yesterday.

It's time for a change.

"Hey, Song Qiong, why are you here?"

In his ears, a crisp and pleasant voice suddenly sounded, Song Qiong raised his head, and saw Huang Qi wearing a pale pink printed waist shirt, standing in front of him prettyly.

This shirt was brought from Lungang with the help of Zheng Sheng, and Song Qiong gave it to Huang Qi, and it was worn on the girl, it fit very well, and it looked particularly fashionable and beautiful.

"Ah, your sister is so busy, you don't help, and you're still eating here!" Huang Qi showed a cheerful smile, which looked particularly brilliant under the slanting light of the sunset.

Guo Hui happened to send the rice noodles over, and his hand shook, and he almost buckled the plate to Song Qiong's head.

"Brother Hui, be careful, am I terrifying?" Song Qiong hurriedly stretched out his hand and took the out-of-control plate.

"Ahh ”

Seeing Guo Hui's back fleeing in a hurry, Song Qiong shook his head helplessly, directly grabbed Huang Qi's portion of rice noodles, and pointed to the one in front of her: "You Lao Tzu, you won't dislike his saliva, right?" ”

"Ah, my dad was here just now!"

Huang Qi asked in surprise, she really didn't pay attention to it, she picked up a rice roll and ate it, and after eating, she raised her head and looked at Song Qiong with bright eyes: "How is it, the old man is not good at serving, right?" ”

"Director Huang is worried about the country and the people, I admire it very much."

"Pull it down, he can't even manage his son and daughter, and he can manage others well!"

"I think his daughter is very good, beautiful and capable, and her surname is fine." Song Qiong said casually.

He is also telling the truth, compared with those Jiaojiao princesses later, Huang Qi's surname is indeed very good. When Song Qiong made soap, she was the first to stand up and support.

"Ahh

On Huang Qi's tender white cheeks, two red clouds suddenly flew up, and he lowered his head shyly, and after a while, he raised his head and glared at Song Qiong: "Hmph, sure enough, there are no good people in the organ, you have only been there for a few days, and you have become lascivious." ”

Song Qiong basked slightly, these words, put them in the future, are very common, but in today's world style is still conservative, praising an unmarried girl who is about the same age as himself in person, it is indeed a bit Meng Lang.

He smiled, picked up the chopsticks, sandwiched two powder sausages, and put them on Huang Qi's plate: "Make it up for you." ”

"My dad ate two? What are you doing here? Huang Qi didn't mention what happened just now, and her face gradually returned to normal, but in the girl's heart, she was faintly lost.

Song Qiong said: "Investigate the people's feelings. ”

Song Qiong didn't say anything about the dead people on the dock, that's not a good thing, don't mention it.

However, Huang Qi took the initiative to bring it up, and she also heard rumors outside: "Hey, you say, why is that person so stupid, he would rather die than let go?" ”

Song Qiong's heart was gloomy, Lao Yuan was considered a "thief"?

He sighed and said, "Perhaps, he has a child at home, and the child can't eat, and he is hungry......"

"Won't it?"

Huang Qi looked at the empty plate in front of him, and suddenly bit his lip, tears fell: "Then he is dead, what should I do with the child?" ”

"Ah, Song Qiong, why are you bullying people!"

After Guo Hui left, he took the time to ask Song Zhen about Song Qiong, Song Zhen kept paying attention to them, and when she saw Huang Qi suddenly crying, she hurriedly ran over and scolded loudly.

Song Zhen lives in the supply and marketing compound and knows Huang Qi, but is not familiar with it.

Huang Qi hurriedly wiped his eyes: "Ah, eldest sister, Song Qiong didn't bully me." ”

"You're crying, and you're talking to him."

"Eldest sister, really no, I heard that the person who drowned on the dock in the afternoon, because the children in the family couldn't eat, they went to steal food, and I felt that the children were too pitiful, so I couldn't help crying."

"Really?" Song Zhenhu looked at Huang Qi suspiciously.

"Really!" Huang Qi nodded hurriedly: "That person would rather be drowned than let go in order to let the child eat, it's so pitiful to think about." ”

Song Zhen also knew about this, and she felt sympathetic and nodded sympathetically: "Well, it's so pitiful." ”

The two women looked at each other and were moved for a while, Song Zhen suddenly reacted and rubbed her eyes: "Ah, I still have something to do over there, you can sit down, if you are full, I will get you another one." ”

"No, I'm full, I'm going back." Huang Qi repeatedly excused herself, but Song Zhen didn't continue to bring the powder, but insisted that she sit for a while.

"Your sister is so welcoming." Huang Qi had no choice but to sit down.

"Hehe, not enthusiastic, no one buys her things." Song Qiong said with a smile.

Huang Qi glanced back: "She must be very hard to sell fans, right?" ”

"It's very hard, in fact, I'm also very hard, I have to get up at three or four o'clock every day, go grocery shopping, give her a hand, fortunately, this bitter day should be almost over!" Song Qiong looked at Guo Hui who was standing with Song Zhen with a smile.

Huang Qi followed Song Qiong's gaze, slightly distracted, and then looked at Song Qiong quickly, and after a while, Bei Yan bit his lip lightly and whispered: "A few days ago, the Cultural Palace released a movie, what is it called "Troubled Laughter", I heard that it is very good. ”

Song Qiong didn't react at first, Huang Qi sat for a while, glared at him secretly, and suddenly stood up: "I'm leaving!" ”

"Ugh!"

Song Qiong is a little inexplicable, how can he say that he will leave?

was stunned before he reacted, he quickly stood up and chased after him: "Wait, Huang Qi, I invite you to watch a movie." ”