Chapter 91: Bending the waist for five buckets of rice

Dahong received a letter from Hua Mei saying that she was going to Zunyi with her cousin at the end of next month to implement the relevant matters related to taking the college entrance examination locally, but the cost was not settled. Dahong thought, "How can I have enough money for myself?" There is no hope at home, Sister Shuchun is no longer able to afford Shuhui Daheng's study, although Zhu Xiaowen is dedicated to funding, but she is still a student after all, she has borrowed from Jiang Lilian twice and has not paid it back, so she is embarrassed to speak again. We have to hurry up and find a way. ”

At noon on Saturday, Dahong went for a walk by the new river alone. The weather against spring is like winter, and the cold river breeze blows, which makes people shiver. He let out a long sigh of relief and continued to wander along the river beach. There was a commotion, and I looked up to see a group of people arguing about something on the river beach in front of me.

"If you don't go down to the river to pan for sand, who will be responsible for the default?"

"This river bites bones, and going down to pan for sand is a game of life?"

"My old immortal, I beg you. How about adding five points to each corner of the sand for each pick? ”

"Boss Zeng, even if you get a dollar for every sand pick, your life still matters!"

"If you don't dry and pull down, I'm afraid that you won't be able to find a hammer if you have spades. It's really ......."

The crowd dispersed, and Boss Zeng sat on the river beach sighing and smoking. Dahong walked forward and said, "Boss Zeng, I'll go down to the river to pan for sand, are you willing to earn according to the price?" "Of course. Aren't you from anywhere, young man? "Does it matter?" "Hahaha, just ask. When are you coming? "Tomorrow is Sunday, I'll come." "Okay, this price, maybe you heard it just now, hand over the sand with one hand and give the money with the other." "It's a deal."

Zhu Litang answered the phone: "Hey, which one?" "Dad, I'm Xiaowen." "Ghost girl, miss Dad?" "Of course, my mom and I are ready to take the ride." "Poor mouth, go catch the car immediately." "Then Brother Da Hong won't have class this afternoon?" "Hahaha, of course he has to go to class. Ghost girl, show your feet, right? Dad told you that he did well in several subjects this time, can you bear to disturb him? "Dad......"

After school, Cao Engui, a tablemate, said: "Dahong, it's boring to stay in school alone, go to my house." "Thank you. I'm just making up the debt. "The results of your test in a few subjects this time didn't make the stubborn old man laugh." "It was just an accident."

Da Hung quietly took the borrowed sand digging tools and rushed to the river, rolled up his trouser sleeves and went down to the river to dig for sand. The madness of love, the fiery love, made him forget the coldness of the river breeze and the bonelessness of the river. In the evening, Boss Zeng put his hands into his sleeves and hugged his chest, and walked with his head shrunk. Seeing a large pile of river sand on the shore of Da Hongtao, he couldn't help but pity and said, "Young man." Don't do it, it's too cold. ”

Dahong's lips froze into two dark clouds. But he still felt warm in his heart with the money that Boss Zeng collected from the sand. He returned to the school dormitory, poured half a bowl of boiling water with a thermos, divided the cold steamed buns that he had beaten in the food group at noon into small pieces, covered his body with a quilt, and picked up the college entrance examination materials at the bedside to review.

The campus of Shujiang University of Finance and Economics also looks relaxed on weekends. Liu Biqiong and Lin Fei joked in the bedroom: "Lin Fei, your boyfriend is in Shujiang, why are you here?" "I can't leave you behind." "Hmph, listen to this singing more beautifully than a cuckoo." "Biqiong, come on. Zhou Zhibin is a lover, if you are in a hurry to be an officer's wife, don't make fun of me. "A nail rake, isn't it? Alas, if Zhu Xiaowen doesn't leave, there will be a referee. "You don't know, she looks forward to Sunday more than you and me." "I don't understand." "Yes, I can only see her on Sunday."

Liu Biqiong was stunned: "Who?" "Yang Dahong. You go ahead and pretend...... He's now plugged into my dad's class to review for the college entrance exam. Liu Biqiong gestured and said, "Pause." He took a high school graduation photo and pointed at Dahong and said, "Is that him?" "Well, that's the cold face. I didn't expect you to be classmates. Liu Biqiong was silent for a moment and said, "Lin Fei, how about you accompany me to Xinhe Middle School next Sunday?" "That old classmate who wants to see you, but I know that he will go back to Shujiang on Sunday." "At this juncture, he will never return to Shujiang." "A little too confident, aren't you?" "Then we'll make a bet."

At two or three o'clock in the morning, Mr. Lin woke up at night and saw the lights on in the classroom, and went to see Dahong sitting in it concentrating on review, with a basin of cold water and towels on the ground next to him. The stubborn old man also softened his bowels, and said in his heart: "I'll find him some review materials tomorrow." ”

Liu Biqiong pestered Lin Fei to accompany her to Xinhe Middle School, and hurriedly went to the boys' dormitory building to find Dahong, but there was no one to see, and the teaching building was empty, and she sighed in disappointment: "Dahong, I tried my best to inquire about your news, why didn't you say a word when you came here to review." I expected you didn't go back to Shujiang, but on such a cold day, where can you go? ”

Liu Biqiong walked out of the school gate and walked to the river in disappointment, rubbing her frozen hands into her bag, she thought: "Dahong, do you know, after we met in Kowloon Middle School, no one can replace your place in my heart." It's a pity that the critical moment is always wrong, and the sky is not beautiful. First, Juxiang was horizontal in the middle, and then Hua Mei quietly inserted a bar; On the first night of your enlistment in the army, you didn't expect to kill Han Shujun halfway, and now not only Zhou Zhibin has taken great pains, but also his classmate and friend Zhu Xiaowen...... Could it be that these are providential? ”

There was a sound of rushing water, and Liu Biqiong looked up and saw someone digging for sand in the river. A pyramid-like pile of sand was erected on the shore, and the man stood up, put a sift of sand into a basket, and carried it and poured it on top of the pile. Blow on frozen hands. Blow the smoldering firewood, sit by the fire, pick up the hot steamed buns, and read while nibbling.

"It's really him, it's a cold day, he's ......"

Liu Biqiong ran up with tears in her eyes: "Dahong, ...... you" "Biqiong, why did you come here?" ”

Liu Biqiong shook her head helplessly, and said in her heart: "It's not what it used to be, on that ripe face, I don't see the original scholarly anger, my forehead has been sharpened higher and brighter, and my beard is black and long, no different from the prisoner who has just been released, only the face that is frozen purple still exudes the masculinity of a hot-blooded man." ”

Liu Biqiong clenched Dahong's cold hand: "Why are you so troubled?" "Hey, how poetic it is to read a book on the river wind bonfire." Besides, in this weather, others are afraid of going down the river, and sand is valuable. "How so?" "I used not to bend my waist for five buckets of rice, but now I have to pay for five buckets of rice." "Well, it feels like you're terminally ill...... Oh, Hua Mei is reviewing at Lianxi Middle School. "yes." "I heard that she was lucky to have a caring teacher who secretly funded her." "Biqiong, don't go on. I guessed the teacher was a man, right? "You're hopeless." "You came here to inquire about Zhou Zhibin's situation." "If you want to tell me a story, you should ask me if I'm interested?"