"Don't fall off." Zhou Kaiying kindly reminded.

Wen Chunhua was originally sitting on the side of the car, and when he heard his wife say this, he didn't feel safe, what if he rolled over on his side?

If you can't keep it, life is impermanent.

Simply pulled a bag containing books to the middle of the carriage, then sat on it, grabbed the car gangs on both sides with both hands, and said solemnly, "It's okay, let's go." ”

When he got home, his wife didn't rest, and after arranging the family's meals, she pushed the tricycle onto the boat and went to her brother on the other side to collect the books.

As for Wen Chunhua, she didn't bring it, and one less person would pay for the boat fare.

Wen Chunhua is not in the mood, if he is blocked every day like today in the future, will this stall still be able to do it?

It's annoying, it's annoying!

He always fantasized that one day he would become a famous poet in China and even the world, standing on the podium and being admired, and calling him Teacher Wen whenever he met people.

And not what Wen Banxian!

Someone called him that in the afternoon, and he almost didn't turn his face.

He is an intellectual, and he has to have the decency of an intellectual.

However, if he doesn't do it, he is reluctant, so he has an income at home!

After a while in the morning, when he hadn't even told fortunes, his income was more than thirty.

These books are all scrap products from his brother-in-law's scrap station, even if he pays seriously, he doesn't want a few dollars, and he can make a net profit of more than 20 yuan if he throws the cost!

After his wife came back, she talked to him about his son's study.

He found himself depressed.

In his life, he spent five years in the remote countryside of northern Jiangsu, and it had been two years since he graduated from high school, and he couldn't arrange a job, and there was no resistance to going to the countryside, just to change places to read.

However, when he arrived at the place, he found that he was wrong, because he could not find a book to read.

Poor food and poor housing, he can accept it.

As for manual labor, he is the oldest among the educated youth, his physical strength is a little stronger than in front of others, and he doesn't seek to be advanced, can't he be lazy?

Make a full effort and make a full posture, the ancestors have long written it in the book.

There are no books to read, it is almost his life, and he can't go back to the city, so he can only find a way, he mingles with the local people, likes to go into people's houses, and when he goes out, he has some books in his hands.

These books were originally intended for women to be used to make shoes, and old feudal books such as "Mai Shenxiang" are not resistant to burning when burned, and they are also used for waste use when stepping on them.

He used the excuse to roll cigarettes, and people did not doubt it, so he gave it generously.

He didn't smoke a cigarette once in a while, and he would take two puffs in public, tense his cheeks, and not choke on the straight cough.

There are a lot of books, but there are not many books that can withstand him reading, and it is a copy of "Mai Shenxiang" that can make him chew two more times.

Later, when he read a thin book, he was irritable, and he had always been cautious, and he actually stole the warehouse of the county material bureau on a dark and windy night.

Now that he thinks about it, he is still proud.

When I returned to the city, I was already twenty-six years old, and under the young appearance, I was an old heart, and my life was unsatisfactory, but I still had to get married.

When he saw Zhou Kaiying, he didn't pick or choose, and as soon as the family made arrangements, he agreed.

The wife and children are hot on the kang, porridge and steamed buns are two or two wines, and the ancients did not deceive me. To say, the only bad thing is that his daughter-in-law is a little short-tempered, he is a scholar, so it is naturally not good to follow the plan.

Now his son is fifteen years old, his daughter is fourteen years old, a boy and a girl, he is quite content, but what he looks at is the child's learning.

He has always insisted that his son's brain follows his daughter-in-law, and he is obviously a smart person, but when he looks at the book and sees the words, his brain hurts.

After a summer vacation, I didn't do my summer homework?

Let him take care of it?

What does he do?

His son was not convinced of him!

With a bitter face, holding the teacup, he found Ling Er.

Ling Er said, "You know that you asked in vain." ”

What advice can he make?

It's nothing more than a talent under the stick, and playing is not a good way to solve all problems, but how do you know if you don't give it a try?

What if a miracle happens?

Wang Gang smiled and said, "Aren't you able to pinch it?" If you can calculate it, why do you have to ask others. ”

Wen Chunhua rolled his eyes at him, if he really knew how to calculate, would he be able to mix to this point?

If he knew that one day someone would call him Wen Banxian, he wouldn't go to set up a stall if he was killed!

"Why don't I set up a stall somewhere else?" It's better to find a place where you don't know yourself, so that no one bothers you anymore.

"Is there a more lively place than Yu Garden and Lao Ximen?" Ling Er smiled and said, "Oh, by the way, the Bund is also lively, if you are not afraid of the police chasing, you can go." ”

"Do you have a grudge against money?" Qiu Shaoliang couldn't wait to give this old thing a kick, up and down, and casually flipped, and people rushed to stuff money into his pocket.

The old thing is not only unhappy, but also disgusted!

"There are some things that money can't make up for." Wen Chunhua said the way of righteous words.

"What have you lost? To make it up? Ling Er asked puzzled.

"Fame!" Wen Chunhua said, "When people know that I look good, it will be a great loss to my reputation." ”

Ling Er smiled and said, "The Dream of Red Mansions has red learning, and the Book of Changes has easy learning, so you can be a master of easy learning, it's nothing, isn't it?" ”

"That's still selling dog meat on the head of a sheep." Wen Chunhua said disdainfully.

"It's good to have something to do with learning." Ling Er said with a smile, "In order to promote traditional culture, I think it's okay to sacrifice poetry for the time being." ”

"Master Wen, I'm straight talking, don't blame me." Qiu Shaojie said with a smile, "This person, it's the same as farming, you plant in the ground, water enough, apply enough fertilizer, if you don't sprout in twenty days and a month, in the future, no matter how you wait, it is impossible to germinate again."

You, no matter how much you water or fertilize, it's useless to toss it. ”

"It's necessary to talk like this...", a man in his forties cried when he cried.

Confused a room full of people.

"Brother Wen, don't be like him." Ling Er hurriedly comforted.

Wen Chunhua didn't speak, he came out crying and crying, wiped it with his hand, turned around and left.

He is a seed that does not sprout in the ground.

With a little talent, he should have shown signs of success.

When I arrived at the door, I hesitated, but finally didn't push the door in, and turned around and went to the main road.

He deliberately walked far and found a restaurant that he didn't know, and he decided to get drunk.

"A cup of wine, a night of drunkenness

I woke up in the morning and sunshine for a lifetime......

As soon as the spicy liquid is poured in...

I'm going to hell with my glass...", he sang loudly in the restaurant, "Ah, my lost dream..."

Ling Er, who was behind him, almost couldn't hold back his laughter, afraid of being embarrassed, so he simply waited at the door.