Fragrant Spring - 359 Roadside Shop

After eating and drinking, Lao Zhao remembered that He Bingchang was still waiting outside, and quickly said to Chen Ming: "Do you have anything else to say? If you don't have anything else, I'll talk about it next time. Lao He is still waiting outside."

There are endless words to say in a lifetime, how can these short one or two hours be enough? But this is not home, this is a labor camp, and Chen Ming is a person who has lost his freedom. Even if he is reluctant to let go, he can only pretend at this moment.

Zuo open-mindedly said: "No, what do you have to talk about with the ladies?"

For the first time, Old Zhao handed Chen Ming a cigarette, pointed at Qiaofen and said, "Then send your wife to the door. Next time your wife comes, remember to make lunch for us."

The cadres laughed loudly, and some joked: "Ask your wife to come visit you more often, so that we can enjoy the meal."

Chen Ming nodded and bowed, flatteringly saying, "I'm sure, I'll ask her to cook when I come here." After saying that, Chen Ming walked out of the kitchen door and walked out with Qiaofen who was waiting at the door.

Maybe it was because Chen Ming couldn't beat him with three sticks, so Lao Zhao didn't care about him at all. He didn't even escort him from here to the front door of the building. Chen Ming walked in front of him stupidly, without saying a word, just two

After taking three steps, he looked back at Qiaofen.

When Qiaofen saw her husband acting so stupid, she blushed and took the initiative to hold his hand. The journey was not far, and they arrived at the courtyard of the Qianmen building in less than a minute. Qiaofen still didn't let go of Chen Ming's hand, and was about to

After we parted, it was just a second if we could hold each other's hands for a second longer. Qiaofen was not afraid of He Bingchang seeing it. They were husband and wife anyway, and it was human nature to shake hands after not seeing each other for so long. Maybe it was too hot, or maybe she was too nervous.

, their palms quickly became sweaty.

He Bingchang, who was under the shade of a tree, saw Qiaofen and Chen Ming coming out. He threw away the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, got on the motorcycle, and said a little impatiently: "Why did it take so long?"

Chen Ming looked at the place where He Bingchang had squatted just now. There were already several cigarette butts lying there. He must have been waiting for a long time. Chen Ming quickly laughed: "Ask her to help the cadres cook some food. I kept you waiting for a long time.

I’m so sorry.”

Why did He Bingchang have the nerve to lose his temper with Chen Ming's humble words? He had no choice but to say: "It's okay. You can go back quickly. I have some official business for a while, otherwise I wouldn't be in such a hurry." Business is nothing, but He Bingchang is actually looking at it.

When Qiaofen took Chen Ming's hand, jealousy arose in his heart. He didn't wait long at all. The cigarette butts on the ground were smoked by him, Lao Zhao and a few comrades. Qiaofen went in to see what Chen Ming was doing.

After a while, he gave them the dried bamboo shoots brought by Qiaofen. Of course, a few of them accepted them politely. They accepted gifts to speak for others, and they just chatted under the cool shade of the trees. They also chatted nonsense.

Meaningful, they remembered Chen Ming during the nonsense chat.

Without the caretaker, He Bingchang was the caretaker. He didn't dare not listen to his words, so Chen Ming had no choice but to break away from Qiaofen's hand and said, "Then I'll go in."

Watching her husband's back disappearing around the corner, Qiaofen couldn't bear to look away for a long time. He Bingchang urged her several times, and then she got on the motorcycle's booth lonely.

He Bingchang started his motorcycle and the car roared out of the detention center. Qiaofen stared blankly at the paint-stained iron sheet on the truck. She even heard He Bingchang ask her several times.

He Bingchang originally asked Qiaofen where he wanted to go for lunch. Seeing that Qiaofen didn't answer him, he stopped asking and drove directly to the intersection. There were already several villagers waiting for the bus at the intersection. Everyone saw Qiaofen.

Sitting on He Bingchang's motorcycle, everyone was extremely envious. Everyone gathered around and asked questions. The questions were all about when Chen Ming can be released, whether Chen Ming is fat or thin now, and what he will do inside.

When He Bingchang saw so many people gathered around him, he didn't bother to pay attention to them. He calmed down and got out of the car and walked towards a newly opened snack bar nearby. In the past two years, such small shops have mushroomed like mushrooms after a spring rain, popping up everywhere in small counties.

Deng Xiaoping, the great chief architect of reform and opening up, said that some people should get rich first. Those who got rich first are already extremely rich, and those who have not yet become rich are not to be outdone, and they are thinking of all kinds of ways to make money.

In terms of channels, they are no longer afraid of being cut off from the tail of capitalism. Those who resell small commodities resell small commodities, and those who open snack bars open snack bars.

He Bingchang fanned his face with his hands, walked into the snack bar called Mangu, and said to a woman standing in front of the stove: "Bring me two bowls of snail noodles, one big bowl and one small bowl."

Bowl." He Bingchang wanted to invite Qiaofen to lunch. After eating rice noodles with Qiaofen last time, He Bingchang found that this thin woman could eat better than him, so he ordered a big bowl for her.

The woman standing in front of the stove might be called Mangu, and she was quite pretty. She looked at He Bingchang's sweating profusely and his yellow skin, and said politely: "Come as you please, go to the back first."

Go and blow the fan in the private seats."

He Bingchang wanted to laugh a little, because such a small shed covered with asbestos tiles actually had seating. He Bingchang originally wanted to get snail noodles, so he walked out of the store and enjoyed the shade in the shade of the roadside trees while he waited for the landlady to cook.

Then I called Qiaofen over to eat together. Now I couldn't resist the temptation of the private room and the fan, so I walked into the private room.

The so-called private room is a small room separated by wooden boards that can accommodate a round table. However, it is much cleaner than outside, and there is a ceiling fan whirring above the head. There is already one person in the private room.

, neatly dressed, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking elegant. He Bingchang felt a little familiar, and took a closer look. Isn’t this the super-born household in Muwa Village? Why did he suddenly transform from a woodcutter?

Have you become a teacher? Usually when you meet He Bingchang, others always say hello first. Today, He Bingchang put down his posture and said hello first. He said with a smile on his face: "Wan Qiang, ah, no, Qiang... Qiang..."

"Shaoqiang." Shaoqiang saw that He Bingchang couldn't say his name for a long time, so he said it for him. Shaoqiang didn't have a good impression of He Bingchang. When the township cadres came to surround his home, they wanted to arrest the couple.

He Bingchang was one of them during the sterilization. And later when Gui Qin was forced to the side of the jeep and refused to go in, it was He Bingchang who kicked Gui Qin in the buttocks and pushed her into the car door.

He Bingchang was like meeting an old classmate he hadn't seen for many years on the street. He patted his forehead, nodded and said: "Yes, yes, yes, young master, young master, you see, my memory is really bad. Recently, I have a bad memory."

Where can I make a fortune?" As he spoke, He Bingchang took out Jiatianxia brand cigarettes from the pocket of his police uniform and handed one to Shaoqiang.

What Shaoqiang is smoking now is Liu Sanjie. Liu Sanjie is 20 cents a pack more expensive than Jia Tianxia. Shaoqiang suddenly feels proud. He thinks proudly in his heart, what about the director? The director doesn’t have the cigarettes that my parents smoke.

Okay. But Shaoqiang still took the cigarette, and it was no use whether he smoked or not.
Chapter completed!