The driver in front was in his forties, with a thick face that made people feel friendly. He didn't say a word. He glanced at the young man in the back seat in the rearview mirror. Unfortunately, the other party also looked over.
The driver was stunned, nodded quickly, and said hello.
Huang Dan retracted his gaze and stopped looking at the driver. It was unsafe to drive in heavy rain, and he could not disturb the other party.
As the car exited the factory gate, Nie Wenyuan leaned against the back of his chair and took out his mobile phone, and pressed a string of numbers with his fingers.
Huang Dan swept over and saw that Nie Wenyuan's mobile phone was a Motorola, with a black and white screen. He learned from the original owner's memory that the mobile phone cost five or six thousand, and it cost money to make calls, and it cost two or three hundred a month.
Ordinary people can't afford it or use it.
Huang Dan looked at the buildings that were blurred by the water curtain outside the window. This was an era of economic turmoil. The temperature of the economy was fickle, it was hot and cold, and the common people were less affected. The first line is equivalent to making a lot of money on the edge of a cliff. If you accidentally fall, you will fall and be shattered.
Nie Wenyuan's phone was connected, he half-closed his eyes to talk to the other end, without scruples about the presence of his little nephew, "Brother Qiu, it's me."
Huang Dan didn't show any change in expression, his head was still facing the window, and he didn't seem to be interested in this call.
The call lasted for a short time, and ended with Nie Wenyuan coming out to get together. He threw the phone into his briefcase and rubbed the sun with his hands without saying a word.
Huang Dan was thinking about who the surnamed Qiu was. There was no relevant information in the original owner's memory, which made him unable to refer to it at present, so he could only guess.
Among the prominent figures in T city are Nie Wenyuan and Wang Ming. No one with the surname Qiu means he is a foreigner with a relatively secret identity.
A wisp of smoke drifted into Huang Dan's nostrils. He turned his head and saw that the man was smoking, with a skilled posture and a smoking age of at least ten years.
Huang Dan noticed the cigarette case on Nie Wenyuan's lap. The cigarettes he smoked were very ordinary, and it was eighty cents a box of black camellias, which was extremely incompatible with his status.
It was raining so hard that the wheels got stuck in the water, driving all the way, and the water splashed all the way.
There was someone riding a bicycle on the head, crooked, I don't know if it was too much drinking, or the waterway was not easy to walk.
The driver's pupils shrank, the car braked suddenly in vain, the body tilted, and danger came without warning. Huang Dan in the back seat should have hit Nie Wenyuan next to him because of his habit, and Nie Wenyuan would hit the door and his head would hit the glass. window.
Huang Dan, however, pounced on his side before the lightning bolt, and opened his arms to protect Nie Wenyuan in front of him.
It is a reactive response. The body receives the signal, and the brain does it before it has time to think.
Huang Dan's head was hit hard, and he almost fainted.
The car body struggled in the rain and fell back to the ground heavily. Huang Dan lifted his body uncontrollably and hit his head against the roof of the car. In pain, gold stars appeared in his eyes and he let out a cry.
Huang Dan's arm was clasped by a big hand, the force pulled him down, sat on the man's lap, and cried out in pain.
After the car had stabilized, the driver was covered in cold sweat and was soaked all over. He wiped his face and tried to speak, but his throat was dry and unable to make a sound, so he could only froze in the seat and listened to the cry behind him.
Nie Wenyuan's lip line straightened, "What are you crying for?"
Huang Dan cried and said, "Uncle, I hurt."
Nie Wenyuan frowned, "He bumped his head hard?"
Huang Dan's shoulders trembled, tears kept falling, his whole face was red when he cried, and his body was shaking.
The car stopped in place, and there was only the suppressed sob of the youth in the narrow space.
The driver stared ahead, not looking sideways.
Nie Wenyuan's pants were wet in several places, he patted the young man on his leg, "Small."
The voice was not tender, but impatient. Huang Dan could hear it. He moved from the man's lap to the side, lowered his head and continued to cry. He cried for a long time, but it was relieved by the yào ointment provided by Mr. Lu. Pain in the head.
The points of the fly cabinet are in a hurry, and the world is afraid to die.
Nie Wenyuan wiped his trousers with the handkerchief, "When did you get this problem?"
Huang Dan's voice was hoarse, "Huh?"
Nie Wenyuan's trousers couldn't be wiped dry, so he asked for no more, and put the handkerchief back in his pocket, "Although my uncle works out of town, he will come back during New Year's and holidays. I've never seen you so squeamish."
Huang Dan was stunned, "I'm just afraid of pain."
"Afraid of pain?"
Nie Wenyuan pondered these words, and he seemed to smile, "You used to have a broken forehead, blood all over your face, and you could still laugh with people, sit in a food stall and drink a few bottles of beer,