The next day, Lao Geng really took Cheng Ji to the temple.
The temple is located in the back mountain of Huang Village and is called Huangshan Temple, a very simple and lazy name.
There is only one old monk in Huangshan Temple, and some lay Buddhists who practice at home often appear. The old monk... looks like Lao Geng's old buddy, with a full tattoo from shoulder to hand.
But the Buddhist scriptures say that Bodhisattvas have thousands of incarnations, and as long as one has Buddha in his heart, even a big man with flower arms may be a Bodhisattva.
Lao Geng knew the old monk well, and he called out "Master" as soon as he entered the room. The old monk greeted him with a smile, saying, "You are here. Have some tea, have some tea."
Cheng Ji walked into the main hall and found that this small temple was quite down-to-earth. There were not many golden statues, but there were a few children running around on the ground.
Lao Geng whispered, "These are abandoned babies. The master raised them in the temple as a charity. Now the problem is registering them."
Cheng Ji smiled and said, "How about you help raise one too?"
Lao Geng was stunned, and thought about it seriously. Finally, he shook his head and said, "No, I am an old bachelor and don't know how to educate people. How about you be my son?"
Cheng Ji laughed and scolded: "Ah, you're taking advantage of me!"
He lit a stick of incense in front of the Buddha, bowed, and then sat down to drink tea with the old monk.
The tea was average, but the fragrance was lingering and the environment was tranquil. Cheng Ji looked out from the tea table and saw that the place was deserted and the bamboo forest was deep and secluded, which seemed like a good place to spend the rest of his life.
The old monk also has a hobby. He likes carving in his spare time, and the Zen table is full of small objects he carved himself.
Old Geng picked up a small gourd that was more than half an inch tall and was exquisitely carved. He asked the old monk, "Master, is this a peach pit?"
The old monk is right, it is not a rare thing, just take it if you want it.
Lao Geng threw the small gourd into Cheng Ji's hand.
Cheng Ji asked: "What?"
"I'm giving it to you. It's blessed by the authentic old abbot. It can ward off evil spirits and calm nerves. It's good for children!" said Lao Geng.
Cheng Ji didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's not like I'm not yet one year old..."
But since Lao Geng wanted to give it to him sincerely, he accepted it. He strung it with a red string and hung it around his neck that day. It looked quite cute.
In the past, the Geng family was considered a wealthy family in Huang Village. They had many houses, and having an extra Cheng Ji meant having an extra pair of chopsticks for eating.
A few years ago, Lao Geng was in prison and the family was mainly taken care of by Sister Yu, so he was grateful and grateful. Not to mention that Sister Yu gave him a handsome guy, he would have kept it even if she gave him a bear.
Old Geng was a man of the world, and he treated others well, especially the young men in trouble. Cheng Ji was arranged to live in a small room upstairs in the noodle shop, which was convenient for his daily life and also for watching the shop. Old Geng himself slept in the big room next door.
So Cheng Ji escaped from the funeral home with nothing, and after settling down in Huang Village, he had a pretty nice dormitory with even a neatly made bed.
The old house is a bit cold and damp in winter, but it has all the necessary facilities, including a toilet and shower room on the second floor. Unfortunately, it is too cold to take a shower in this house in winter. In order to avoid catching a cold, it is best to walk a few hundred meters to a public bathhouse on another street.
Cheng Ji was very grateful for Lao Geng's thoughtfulness. He was ready to devote the rest of his life to his noodle shop business, and was determined to set a good example and be loyal, righteous, benevolent, brave, polite, wise and trustworthy.
He had been accustomed to his bed for the past few nights, especially when he woke up in the middle of the night. The dampness and dusty smell unique to the old house made it difficult for him to fall asleep, so he had to watch TV to pass the night. Thinking of what he had experienced in just over a month, he felt like his hair had turned gray overnight.
I wonder how Lei Jing and the others explained to Qi Beisong after he ran away
Will Qi Beisong be furious, or will he just sneer and let it go
In fact, he didn't hate Qi Beisong at all, he was just angry for the moment. Thinking about it afterwards, no one was wrong, but his punch was wrong.
After all, there was no sign of Ms. Cheng's physical condition, and Mr. Qi did not have the ability to predict the future. How could he know that she would suddenly die that night
It's all fate.
He also has to accept his fate.
He got up, put on his clothes, and looked out the window at the stream flowing quietly in the cold night across from the store. He thought to himself, I'm just a small supporting role with only five lines, and I'm not crazy, so I won't get involved with Lao Qi's chosen son!
Quickly change your identity and live a quiet life. Wait for two or three months until the storm has passed, and then go to Shen Zimo to get your belongings.
In the morning, he asked Lao Geng indirectly if there was anyone nearby who needed to apply for documents.
I thought Lao Geng didn't know, but the other party patted his chest and said that he had a brother who was good at this business and asked him what kind of certificate he needed.
"ID card." Cheng Ji said, "I mean the illegal kind. Isn't your brother a household registration officer at the police station? Then he should be good at portrait photography, especially good at removing the makeup."
"It's definitely illegal!" said Lao Geng.
Someone came to take photos of Cheng Ji that day, and two days later he received a fake ID, a fake passport, a fake driver's license, a fake graduation certificate, a fake degree certificate, a set of vehicle license plates (also a Armed Police wj license plate), three fake uniforms (three for the Army, Armed Police, and Public Security), three fake work permits, and two useless official seals (from the Vehicle Management Office, for annual vehicle inspections).
The only thing he was not happy about was his new name, Geng Chunhong, which not only took on the surname Geng, but also felt a little off. Since Geng's other alternative name was Geng Chunmei, Geng Chunhong was better.
He was in the noodle shop with nothing to do so he closed the door and changed into his uniform. Old Geng was watching from the side and praised his good figure: "You are only slightly worse than I was back then!"
It has been a long time since Cheng wore this Type 99 police uniform. It makes him feel emotional when he thinks about it.
He had spent most of his time in training uniforms in his previous life, and was covered in dust and mud every day. Especially when the instructors had high requirements, he was trained like a dog all day long. At most, he would wear casual uniforms when there were meetings in the bureau. He was not as energetic as he is now.
Cheng Ji is thin, with a small waist. This fake uniform doesn't fit her well, and she can wear two sweaters inside.
Not only are the clothes bigger, but the police rank is also higher. Cheng Ji asked: "Brother Biao, why did your friend get me a first-class police inspector's shoulder strap? Usually people my age don't have that. It's too fake to wear it out."
Lao Geng said, "Do you think you are too high-ranking? Wear those two suits!"
Cheng Ji flipped through the two sets of clothes and saw that both were for lieutenant colonel with two bars and two stars, and there were also the words "Special Warfare" on the armband of the armed police. They were really not as good as this one.
Cheng Ji quickly took off his clothes and put on his down jacket and lace apron.
"Why don't you wear it anymore?" Lao Geng asked.
"I'd better behave myself," Cheng Ji said. "If I get caught, I'll go to jail."
"You go to jail only if you commit fraud. If you don't commit fraud, it's just cosplay at best." Old Geng is quite knowledgeable. "So what if you go to jail? I'm an expert in jail, I'll protect you!"
Old Geng has the right to be proud. He, Geng Chunbiao, has been a famous figure in Huang Village for more than 30 years. Of course, it is not because he can make noodles, but because he can fight.
He was in and out of Licheng Prison three times for repeatedly causing serious injuries to others. His sentence ranged from three years to seven years. He lost his wife because of this and was unable to see his mother to her grave. He was nearly fifty years old and alone, and had to start all over again.
But there are also benefits to being in jail. His excellent skill of pulling noodles was taught by a master in prison.
In addition to pulled noodles, we are also good at making sauerkraut noodles, oil-splashed noodles, biang biang noodles, dipping noodles, rolled noodles, big knife noodles, roujiamo, buckwheat noodles, guokui, soup dumplings, etc. We welcome young people with aspirations to come and consult...
No, anyway, Lao Geng has a sturdy build and a very stable lower body, making him the most difficult to deal with. Cheng Ji observed him for a long time and felt that they could have a fight.
Lao Geng asked with a smile: "You also know how to fight?"
Cheng Ji said, "Just a little bit."
Lao Geng said, "Okay, let's practice." Then he threw a punch.
Cheng Ji pushed down to block and tried to twist his arm, but Lao Geng pulled out the dagger with one hand.
Cheng Ji asked, "Aren't you practicing hand-to-hand combat?"
"I don't know how to fight with bare hands, and I don't have any routines at all." Old Geng laughed foolishly, "But I'm good at using bricks, folding stools, daggers, machetes, three-edged spikes, rolling pins... What weapons do you have that are particularly good at?"
Cheng Ji said: "Shield... shield?"
"What?"
"The heels." Cheng Ji said.
He is most adept with guns, such as the Type 92 9mm pistol, which can hold 15 rounds; the Type 95 assault rifle, which has strong penetration and high accuracy, but the police version is not as stable as the military version. The captain often says that the old Type 79 submachine gun is more durable.
He can also use shotguns, but he is not very good at sniper rifles because he has a hot temper and cannot stay still.
"Is there a blade in the heel?" Lao Geng asked.
"… No."
"That won't do!" Lao Geng said frankly, "A man should use a man's weapon. See the kitchen knife on the shelf over there? I sharpened it myself. Here it is for you!"
Cheng Ji tried to grab the knife, but Lao Geng snatched it away again. Lao Geng raised the knife and chopped it against the door, making the handle of the knife buzz: "Hahahaha! This move is called shocking the audience!"
Cheng Ji said, "Brother Biao, this is our own store, and we just opened it two days ago."
Lao Geng hurriedly drew his knife. The sign of "Loyalty, Righteousness, Benevolence and Courage" was destroyed, with an obvious knife mark in the middle.
"… "
Lao Geng burst into tears.
Cheng Ji comforted him, "Brother Biao, I'll mix some putty to fill the hole, and then paint it again, so it won't be visible... Don't cry, don't squat at the door, the neighbors are laughing at you..."
Lao Geng said: "Wow, wow, I am such a loser. A dog will always eat shit."
Cheng Ji said, "Brother Biao, why do you call me useless? You are the best master. Look, I have learned this trick." He grabbed the machete and went to the kitchen to chop it on the chopping board. His movements were as fast as lightning, his eyes were as sharp as ice, and his momentum was brutal and vicious!
Old Geng was surprised and said, "Wow! Xiao Cheng, you are really good at it!"
Cheng Ji said it was all thanks to your good teaching, from now on I will destroy whoever’s place you ask me to, so stop crying!
Lao Geng said that I am old, and I will have to rely on you, the younger generation, in the future!
Cheng Ji said, "Okay, okay, I promise to make your business flourish..."
The timing of opening a new store is usually right before the Spring Festival when the influx of foreign population is the least. Although Huangcun is a tourist area, it is not very famous. It is still crowded with tourists in spring, summer and autumn when the weather is bright, but now it is completely overgrown with weeds and no one is around.
But Lao Geng insisted on running the business, selling three to five bowls of pulled noodles at every meal, and the money he earned was not even enough to pay for the electricity bill.
Old Geng is optimistic, saying that he is in the migratory bird business, and must wait for the peak tourist season. There are plum blossoms, pear blossoms, cherry blossoms, apricot blossoms, peach blossoms in the nearby mountains... From early spring February to early summer, it is the flower season, and the hotels and inns in the entire Huang Village will be hard to find a room at that time. With more tourists, the noodle shop business will naturally improve.
Cheng Ji thought it made sense. Apart from preparing food and cleaning every day, he would accompany Lao Geng to bask in the sun and drink tea, chat with him, and learn his street moves. So his life was quite leisurely.
In addition to tea, Lao Geng also likes drinking, but he never drinks at home. He likes to hang out in bars.
There are several bars in Huang Village, all run by locals, but Lao Geng only likes to go to one of them. The owner of that bar used to hang out with Lao Geng when he was young, and he was not a good person either, but his health has been deteriorating in recent years, so he has to go ashore and become a good man.
Cheng Ji often accompanied Lao Geng to the bar at night. He was narrow-minded and could only drink some beer and then listen to others talking nonsense.
He became acquainted with the local buddies who loved to go to bars. Everyone liked him, and after drinking a lot of wine, they would go out and brag about him, saying that Chunhong, who worked in Brother Biao's shop, was really good-looking, with a pretty face and a slim figure, and was hardworking and could be recruited as a son-in-law.
Sure enough, within two days someone came to the house to act as a matchmaker and specifically asked for Geng Chunhong.
Forced by life and Lao Geng, Cheng Ji was tied up with a hemp seed in his mouth and taken to an electric bike for a blind date. The other party was the niece of Lao Geng's friend. She had a car and a house and was in good conditions. She thought he was too young and let him go.
This incident had a great impact on Cheng Xiaoye's life. He didn't dare to touch an electric bike for several years.
In addition to hanging out with Lao Geng, Cheng Ji is also responsible for accompanying Vice President Zhang.
Sister Yu was probably worried, so she went from Hongcheng to Huangcun every few days, and every time she asked the same question:
Are you used to it? Is Lao Geng good to you? Do you have any money? Are you not cold when you sleep at night
Cheng Ji was able to give a positive answer to the first three questions quickly, but he couldn’t give a positive answer to the last one because it was really cold.
In order to solve the problem of dampness and coldness in the old house in winter, Sister Yu took Cheng Ji to buy a heater. She was greedy and wanted more, so she had to buy the one with the largest power. As a result, she couldn't turn it on after she got it back. As soon as she turned it on, the air switch downstairs in the noodle shop tripped.
So Cheng Ji kept trying to find ways to privately pull wires in the following days, creating electrical hazards.
In short, in Huang Village, a generation of special police comrades made fake certificates, drank alcohol, went on blind dates, stole electricity... and gradually fell into depravity.
On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar year, Sister Yu came over again with New Year's goods and asked, "Xiao Cheng, are you used to it? Did Lao Geng pay you? Is the heater I bought last time good?"
Cheng Ji said, "It's a habit. No salary. Good."
Sister Yu opened the trunk of the car and asked them to move the things. Suddenly, she slapped her head and said, "As we get older, we forget things easily. We left two big bags and a pig leg at home and forgot to take them!"
Lao Geng said that they should just forget it, but Sister Yu insisted on going back and asked Cheng Ji to go with her.
The two of them returned to Sister Yu's home in Hongcheng, enjoyed a table of delicious food prepared by Brother Yu's husband, packed a lot of miscellaneous things, and then went to Huang Village.
On the way, Sister Yu said, "I brought you out here on purpose. First, to relax, and second, I have something to tell you."
"What?" Cheng Ji asked.
Sister Yu said, "You should stay in Huang Village. Don't go back to Hongcheng. Those two have come to look for you. One came three times, and the other came not only by himself but also with others, searching the courtyard and outside the courtyard."
Cheng Ji could guess who those two were without being told. He touched his nose awkwardly and said vaguely, "I have offended them."
Sister Yu thought: Hmm? You call this an offense
She sighed: "You young people! Fortunately, Huang Village is beautiful and suitable for resting your mind and spirit. I think the three of you need to calm down. After all, this love triangle is too dramatic..."
Cheng Ji was confused and asked, "What love triangle?"
Sister Yu looked at him strangely.
"Who and who? Which triangle?" Cheng Ji asked.
Sister Yu is fifty years old and has grandchildren. When she talks about love with a twenty-year-old boy, she is just like all parents. If she does, it would be awkward.
She thought to herself: You three are fighting over who you are and making such a fuss, and this isn't a love triangle
"Xiao Cheng, no kidding, you have to be careful with your feelings. That Xiao Shen..."
Cheng Ji interrupted with a red face: "Stop talking, you misunderstood!"
"Wrong?" Sister Yu asked.
Right? Everyone in Changkang Hospital saw it!
"Uh... this and that... Anyway, as an elder," Sister Yu said earnestly, "Anyway, just don't have any children! You haven't grown up yet, how can you be responsible for a child? You don't know how precious it is to raise a child nowadays. Take my grandson for example, he..."
Cheng Ji interrupted again: "What do you mean by having a baby? Who has a baby with whom?"
Sister Yu said: "You and..."
"Me and who?"
“And… and…” Sister Yu stumbled.
It’s either with handsome young man Shen or handsome young man Qi. Is there any need to ask
Sister Yu said, "... You don't know? I've seen your medical report, and it seems like you're the type who can have children."
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