On Monday morning, Qingyang Avenue, as the main road running north and south of Qingyang City, congestion has become the norm. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe traffic on the motorway is almost immobile, and even the non-motorized road is like a tidal wave of electric vehicle traffic, which looks quite spectacular.

Although the emphasis is now on the uniqueness of the individual, the so-called individual is remarkable. But no matter how unique an individual is in such a torrent, it seems that he is just an ordinary member.

Zhou Jianliang is one of them.

Riding an electric car, he blended in with countless similar cars and drove towards his place of work. At one intersection, instead of proceeding, he turned right into it. It's not where he works, but there's a newsstand.

He stopped next to the newsstand, one foot on the ground, the other on the pedal of the electric car. He twisted his neck and asked the owner of the newsstand, "Has the latest Sports Weekly arrived?"

"It's coming, it's just coming. The boss got up and smoked one for Zhou Jianliang.

Zhou Jianliang took the newspaper, and before he could read it, he saw a photo of his son in a prominent position on the front page.

"Zhou Yi's Bundesliga Debut - Perfect!"

Zhou Jianliang asked the boss: "Boss, how many copies of this are?"

"I got thirty servings of ......"

"I'm going to do it!" Zhou Jianliang said.

"You want it?" the other party was taken aback. "Thirty copies, you've seen so many by yourself?"

"Well, I brought it for someone else. Zhou Jianliang said.

The boss did not refuse this kind of business, anyway, selling to one person is selling, and selling to thirty people is also selling.

So he put the rest of the newspapers that were still tied up with ropes to Zhou Jianliang's electric car pedals.

Zhou Jianliang paid the money, carried the newspapers back onto the main road, and drove towards the unit.

After arriving at the unit, Zhou Jianliang put the car in the carport very well, and then carried a thick stack of newspapers into the building.

In the building, he ran into acquaintances.

"Yo, Lao Zhou, have you changed your career to selling newspapers?" the colleague joked with Zhou Jianliang.

When Zhou Jianliang saw the other party, he smiled and took out a copy of the newspaper and handed it to the other party: "Yes, I changed my career, but I didn't sell it, but gave it away!"

"What kind of ...... is this" The other party took it and looked at it, and saw the two huge bold characters of "Zhou Yi".

"Your son?!" he looked at Zhou Jianliang in surprise.

"yes, yes, it's finally a bit out of the picture, haha!" Zhou Jianliang smiled and continued to walk inside, still holding the twenty-nine newspapers in his hand.

When he arrived in the office, Zhou Jianliang was like distributing wedding candy when he got married, and he stuffed a copy when he saw someone. Everyone was very strange at first, why did Lao Zhou change to "newsboy" today?

As a result, as soon as I saw the word "Zhou Yi" on the front page, I understood.

So they congratulated Zhou Jianliang and had a promising son.

Even the leaders of their departments came out to congratulate Zhou Jianliang on giving birth to a good son.

Hearing everyone's congratulations, Zhou Jianliang smiled on his face.

For so many years, he has always been a diligent and low-key honest person in the unit, and it is the first time that he has been so beautiful......

And when he took leave to take his children to Beijing to participate in the audition finals, there were still rumors in the unit.

Now those who gossip behind their backs are also in the ranks of congratulating Zhou Jianliang.

When Zhou Jianliang saw them, he felt very cool.

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Qingyang Peak Co., Ltd., formerly known as Qingyang Peak Gas Appliance Factory, became a joint-stock liability company after restructuring, but it is still a state-owned enterprise. It mainly produces all kinds of gas stoves and water heaters.

Because of the cooperation with Qingyang Gas Company in Qingyang City, it is very well-known and has a relatively high market share. But except for Qingyang, it is not very popular, and there is still a little residual power in the province, and in the Chinese market, the pinnacle is a small shrimp.

Zhou Yi's mother, Li Cuiyun, works in a peak agency, not engaged in production or sales, but engaged in administrative management and office.

It looks like the job is idle, but the income is not high. After all, sales have kicked off, and the first-line production wages are not low. However, the main advantage of sitting in the office is that it is leisurely and has a lot of time.

The office is a place where yin and yang are declining, and there is only one old man in Li Cuiyun's department who is old and waiting to retire, and the others are all women, and they are all middle-aged women. None of the young people, men and women, wanted to come to this hopeless and lifeless, oppressive office.

The most that a group of old women get together to do is not work, but chatting, gossiping.

The east and west are short, what yesterday my neighbor's house made a strange noise, and a group of people who came over all let out a "you know" laughter.

Leading cadres are also the object of their gossip. What kind of deputy manager and female subordinate of the head office got involved, and was caught and raped in bed, this kind of gossip is the most popular. The speaker was foaming at the mouth, with vivid expressions and rich body language, as if she was watching from the side when they were doing it in bed, which was very scene.

The other is to discuss the recent popular TV series, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law dramas can always resonate, and from the TV series, it can be extended to "My friend's house and her daughter-in-law are about to split up", "My distant relative's son was picked up by his wife to drive the old couple out"...... Hearing this, everyone was indignant, and they all sighed that "the world is declining", "people's hearts are not ancient", "young people now, tsk", "it's better for us to be there".

And in these gossips, it is difficult to see Li Cuiyun's figure.

If there is anyone in this office who is really serious about doing things, it must be Li Cuiyun.

Every time a group of aunts chatted enthusiastically about gossip, Li Cuiyun would not participate in it, but buried herself in her desk to do things.

Even the old man who was waiting to retire occasionally participated in the gossip of a group of women, and Li Cuiyun was the same age as them, and she was not much younger, but she never participated.

It's not that she doesn't like these people, it's just that her personality is not the kind of woman who is a mother-in-law, and she is not interested in this kind of gossip.

If someone asks her, she will say a few words, but she will not continue. Her indifferent and unsociable personality will naturally cause dissatisfaction among some people in the office, and some people behind her back say that she is fake and high, but Li Cuiyun doesn't care about what others say about her.

She still goes her own way.

Monday is the peak time for gossip in the office. Because the old ladies have accumulated gossip news for two days, there are so many that they can't hold it back at all.

Usually people enter the office, close the door, look left and right, and then start saying to everyone in the room in a mysterious tone, "Eh, have you heard?"

Then someone will definitely say, "What did you hear?"

Next, a gossip conference kicked off......

Today, the gossip started with the marriage of the son of the third uncle of her neighbor, Second Sister Kang, and talked about the topic of the children's generation.

"Sister Wang, your son is still promising! Graduated from a prestigious university, and now works in a large company in Shanghai, earning 20,000 yuan a month!" Second Sister Kang said to the elderly woman in the office who thought her hair was a little gray, this woman was the oldest in the office, second only to the man who was about to retire.

Sister Wang, who was praised, couldn't hide the smug look on her face, but she still had to be modest in her mouth: "Alas, what's so good about Shanghai? It's so far away from home, and I only come back once a year." Or your daughter is filial, married a good husband, and started a company!"

Second Sister Kang also had obvious joy on her face, but she also had to be hypocritically modest in her mouth: "It's not as good as you said, Sister Wang." It's not easy for entrepreneurs to mix up these days...... That's right. Xiao Zhang, did your daughter do well in the university exam this time?"

The conversation just naturally shifted to another person.

The woman, who was slightly younger than these two and looked about the same as Li Cuiyun, said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, I barely went to Xichuan University, ......" The smile formed a paradox with what she said, which may be "Chinese-style modesty".

Although Li Cuiyun did not participate in it, she listened to their words in her ears.

Especially when Sister Zhang said that her daughter leaned on Xichuan.

She couldn't help but think of her son Zhou Yi. If he hadn't gone out to play football, he would have already taken the college entrance examination, what university would he be able to rely on? Based on his usual academic performance, let alone Tsinghua University and Peking University, it would be difficult for him to go to 211.

Thinking about it, maybe it's better to go and play?

But Li Cuiyun still has some regrets in her heart, she hopes that her son can rely on a good university, succeed in his studies, and be more successful than herself and his father in the future. When she was young, she also had ambitions and dreams, wanted to make achievements in her work, and won the unit's annual outstanding employee once. But then she suffered a huge blow in the process of going up, and now she is content with the status quo, and she just wants to confess her son safely and smoothly.

So she pinned her dreams and hopes for getting ahead on Zhou Yi, hoping that he could be better than the blue. When he was a child, Zhou Yi was indeed very smart, and when he was not in school, he was able to read and write.

From primary school to junior high school, the academic performance is also very outstanding, otherwise how can you rely on Qingyang No. 1 High School, the leading key middle school in the market?

However, later, Zhou Yi's academic performance began to decline. Maybe it's because there are too many students who study well in Qingyang No. 1 High School, so many that the top students from other schools are not worth mentioning here, which makes Zhou Yi lose interest in continuing to study.

Maybe it's because he puts so much energy into football that he doesn't want to study......

Now it seems that playing football is also a way out, although I can't go to college, and I haven't even obtained a high Chinese certificate in terms of academic qualifications, but now it can be regarded as a success, right? How many people in China know their son?

Even the Europeans cheered for him.

Just thinking about it, Li Cuiyun was touched on the arm.

"Oh, Xiao Li, Xiao Li. ”

When Li Cuiyun came back to her senses, she saw Second Sister Kang's cake-like face.

"What's the matter, Sister Kang?" asked Li Cuiyun.

"How is your son doing in the exams, I haven't heard you talk about your son......" Second Sister Kang asked.

Li Cuiyun had just opened her mouth, and before her voice could come out, she heard Sister Zhang next to her say, "Oh, Sister Kang, don't you know?

"Didn't participate?" Second Sister Kang had an exaggerated expression of surprise, "What's going on?"

Li Cuiyun wanted to open her mouth to speak again, but was preempted by Sister Zhang again: "I seem to have heard that I was playing football some time ago...... Where are you going?" she frowned and thought for a long time, then shook her head, "I can't remember." ”

"Playing football? Ouch...... Sister Kang sighed, "What's the point of playing football in China now? I, a person who doesn't watch football, knows that our national team is rotten to death, and even a small country like South Korea and Japan can't win! Oh, Xiao Li, how can you let your son play football? Isn't he going to school at Qingyang No. 1 High School? That's a key high school!"

Li Cuiyun didn't open her mouth this time, she was waiting for others to help her "explain".

Sure enough, Sister Zhang lived up to expectations: "Eh, Sister Kang, you can't say that." Qingyang No. 1 High School also divides good students into bad students? Not all students in key high schools can rely on a good university. But ......" she sighed at this. "Anyway, getting into a university is more reliable than playing football. These days, it's hard to find a job without a college diploma, Xiao Li. You're not in a hurry at all, are you?"

These old ladies, although they seem to care about Li Cuiyun when they open and close their mouths, Li Cuiyun is not stupid, and naturally they can hear the things with guns and sticks in their words.

My daughter was admitted to the university in the 211 project, and she felt that she had a sense of superiority in front of the most hated person in the office.

"That's it, Xiao Li. We know your son loves to play football. But the purpose of our fatherhood is to check the children. We must resolutely eradicate those harmful interests and hobbies! What do you say is the use of playing football? Can you make a lot of money by playing football? Can you be able to climb into the hall of elegance? If you continue like this, your son's life will be ruined......

Before Sister Kang's words were finished, the only man in the corner of the office, the fifty-eight-year-old grandson, suddenly said, "...... In a Bundesliga match played yesterday evening Beijing time, Zhou Yi, a player from our city, came off the bench and made his Bundesliga debut, scoring a goal and an assist...... After the game, the German media kept judging Zhou Yi as the best player on the spot. Coming on as a substitute but getting the best player, Zhou Yi's Bundesliga debut was perfect. The domestic media can't wait to give Zhou Yi the title of 'Hope of Chinese Football'......"

Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his voice and raised his head to look at Li Cuiyun: "Eh, Xiao Li, isn't this your son? Zhou Yi!"

His loud question was like a thunderbolt in the office, and everyone fell silent and turned their heads to look at the old grandson.

Sister Zhang reacted the fastest, she hurriedly said: "Eh, old grandson, you can't talk nonsense, right? There are more people with the same name and surname in the world......"

Lao Sun Tou picked up the newspaper, pointed to the newspaper and said: "'Zhou Yi, a player in our city', this is Qingyang Daily!"

If Lao Sun Tou's last sentence was a thunderbolt from the sky, then his current sentence is simply a bombshell......

At this time, even Sister Zhang opened her mouth and couldn't speak anymore.

In the silence, Li Cuiyun said softly: "Well, it's my son who is not angry. ”

The three words "no fight" are like three slaps in the face, which makes some people's faces hot.