There is an elderly choir called Red Song Love in the northwest corner of the Happy Forest, I heard that it has been established for several years, and the leader is said to be a retired art school teacher, this old man who specializes in singing red songs is quite famous in Qingbei City, and the leaders in the province and Beijing come to inspect, and it is inevitable to invite these old men and old ladies to perform, and as soon as the red song is fluttering, there is a political consciousness that people can not see at a glance, and leaders at all levels are happy.

Xu Bin slowly moved to the northwest corner of the crowd, and the first thing he saw was Huang Ping, who had stepped on his signboard earlier, and a few people next to him squatting under a privet tree, squirming and talking something.

Xu Bin quietly used the tree to find the blind spot and squatted down.

"Brother Bing, what should I do, what is the origin of that old man?

"Yes, Brother Peng was hit by the old man a few days ago, and he went in at once, what is the situation? Why did the boss send you to pick up the field?"

"Hmph, you said I wanted to come, this place, where can it stand up to the bar street I was in before?"

"How do you ...... that?"

"What do you know, there are too many retired old men and old ladies in Happy Forest, retirement, understand? Retired people don't look down on this, either they follow their sons and daughters to settle abroad, or they just take a lot of pension to travel around and enjoy the old age, who will join in the fun with these poor old men and old ladies who have retired from state-owned and state-owned units? But this old man is different, he is a retired ......"

"No, I don't understand ......," one of the men in the big flower beach pants hesitated, and was immediately slapped on the head by a block from Wong Ping.

"If you don't understand, shut up. In short, the boss means to touch this old man, no matter whether he retires or retires, in short, he is an old man who has stepped down, and there are people above them, although the meat of Happy Lin is not fat, but it is also the meat in their bowls. ”

When Xu Bin heard this, he thought about it, a retired old man who sang a red song came to take care of a happy affair in the forest? Was it an accident, or was it intentional?

"Ignore him for now, go and collect the rice that Zhang Peng confiscated a few days ago. ”

"Isn't this still on the waves? What should you do if the old man comes to meddle again?"

"What should you do, don't worry about it, look at it, Zhang Peng will be fished out in a few days. ”

Although Xu Bin is practicing here with a Polaroid stand, but his professional habits, there is always a DSLR in the big black bag, as well as a few albums, one is used for commercial display, hinting at the need for photography in the people and showing that he can meet their needs, and can also show how many people have taken pictures with him in the past, regardless of men and women, young and old, whether shy or happy, in short, it is called a bright smile.

The other is the various red dust circles that I captured here, or the little grandson with his ignorant and clear big eyes fluttering into the arms of the old man, or the old guys and sisters smiling and talking, and the unknown small movements of the small vendors when receiving all kinds of guests, the indifference of passers-by and the occasional sad faces of all kinds of people.

This is a hobby, but also a small source of income, occasionally good works, Xu Bin submitted to various photography magazines, and in a year, he can also get two or three manuscript fees.

There is another one, that is, a photo album that has never seen the light in three years, Xu Bin calls it dark, and the darkness is full of the scenes of all kinds of people in gowns in the happy forest who came to collect rice as a child, the gowns are either fierce and strong, or disdainful and indifferent, or full of impatience, but most of the vendors are bitter, and occasionally a few are accompanied by smiling faces, which are also bitter smiling faces.

Among these bitterness, there is naturally Xu Bin's share, so Xu Bin gave these bitterness that had nowhere to put it a home: dark.

Xu Bin didn't have a brain to think about reporting with a dark book, but it was only a momentary fever in his brain, and he calmed down afterwards, and finally thought about a few things: First, burn incense and be able to find the temple gate, otherwise he will be sunk and discounted by the big waves of society, these people unscrupulously collect protection money, they must have a strong protective umbrella, and they have no reliable relationship in the system, who knows what kind of food the umbrella eats in which hall, don't run headlong into the muzzle, and I don't know how to write when I die.

Second, these rice collectors are obviously well-behaved, only for the vendors, but rarely offend the old people who are active here, after all, there are few vendors, the old people are the protagonists here, even if the vendors occasionally complain with the old people who are familiar with each other, they can only be exchanged for an insignificant comfort and a little sympathy, and they can't tie these old people to the same front, the same hatred, the lack of the people's front, plus he is still N no youth, Xu Bin is not sure that he can be this bird.

So the dark light has not seen the light of day, Xu Bin feels that maybe this time, the dark thin may finally have a place to use, but it still needs to be observed, maybe that Zhang Peng has not been fished out, that is, whether the dark can see the weather vane, that Huang Bing who stepped on his signboard is hateful, Xu Bin really wants to make him can beat him two, but that is just a momentary anger, if you can come to Happy Lin Station Street in the future, there will be no more autumn wind, wouldn't it be the cost of living after a month?

Xu Bin quietly pressed the shutter in the shade of the tree, and the SLR shot was the scene of Huang Bing and his gang harassing the vendors everywhere, and remembered that his signboard was stepped on and aggrieved: numbness, dark things really need to be observed, but how to get this kid up first, who said that a momentary anger has to be aggrieved, and the physical injury may be cured, if the mental injury is held, then one day you have to live in the green mountains.

Because of the perennial practice stall here, Xu Bin is very clear about the course of action of this guy, where to put it away, who to accept first, how to leave after collecting it, and how long it will take to come next time.

When passing by the Anding Bridge, Xu Bin asked Aunt Chen, who sold potato chips, for an empty sack, the business of this fried potato chips is not good, but there are many people in the happy forest, at least half a bag to a bag of potatoes can be sold at the end of the day, this time it is already sunset, and there happens to be an empty sack piled up in the iron cabinet of the small dining car.

On the left side of the happy forest is the main road, but it is not easy to take a taxi, and it is not easy to park, on the right is the Qingshui River and Anding Bridge, after crossing the Anding Bridge, you can only go to another road through a riverside alley, there is a row of parking spaces here, and it is easier to take a taxi, so no matter what means of transportation Huang Ping uses, as long as it is not an eleventh road, you can only pass from here.

And usually, after collecting the rice, the minions all dispersed, and only the one with the money on him would definitely go back to the nest and hand the money back.

Xu Bin didn't know where their nest was, but he knew that it was Huang Bing who took the money, and he would definitely walk through the riverside alley in a while.

"A cup of respect for my hometown, a cup of respect for the distance, guarding my kindness, urging me to grow ......" Huang Bing hummed a little song from Anding Bridge, a little out of tune.

Xu Bin stood sideways at the first corner of the riverside alley and spat on it, thinking: Paralysis, why is this song so sarcastic when it comes out of your mouth.

"Although I never believe that the so-called mountains are high and the waters are long, why should I never forget the shortness of life......" The word 'no' broke the sound, Huang Bing grinned a little, shook his head and continued to hum.

"The sober people are the most ...... Oops,, ouch, ouch......, ouch

A stack of ghosts and wolves howled sounded, Xu Bin covered Huang Bing's head with a sack, slapped a brick on the back of his head, and kicked it on the ribs and back, and finally used the two corners of the sack to tie a dead knot to ensure that it could not be untied for a while.

Huang Bing rolled on the ground, and he didn't forget to say cruel words in his mouth: "Cao Nima, ouch, you are paralyzed by the black hand, hiss...... Don't let Lao Tzu find out who it is, otherwise...... Yes...... Heroes spare their lives...... Tap it...... Other...... Oops......"

Finally, Wong Ping shrank on the ground and shivered.

Xu Bin walked across the Anding Bridge and returned to Happy Forest, and there were vendors and old people greeting him along the way: "Yo, Xiao Xu, is this another business?"

Xu Bin smiled calmly: "No, I was in a panic just now, and I went to release the water, and now I feel comfortable...... If you want to take a picture, don't forget to lead it to me......"