"Brother Han! Can you help to implement the car arrangement tomorrow!"
"There will be a 'heavy air pollution warning' tomorrow, and the number of odd and even numbers will be restricted. There are really not enough cars in our unit..."
"Ah, what to do then, think of a way!"
"This... ugh."
"Brother Han, help, the printer is jammed again!"
"Wait a minute… "
"Urgent!"
"… just come."
"Dongsheng, let's sit in the office, we don't have any other skills, and the pen can pass. Look at it, let you write a letter... This is a typo... And this sentence, this sentence is not right, the old director doesn't like to use this word , I said it at the last meeting..."
"That little Han-ho, why are the words on your screen so big! You'll be dizzy when you're in your forties. It's too early to spend, right? Go back and buy some fish oil to eat. It protects the liver, and the liver can clear the eyes."
When Han Dongsheng hurriedly ran out of the work unit, it was already past six o'clock. It turned out that he lived in his father-in-law's house and could take the bus to work. Except the bus was not punctual and often jammed, the rest was fine. Now that he moved to the subway, he was much more punctual, but it also gave him a taste of what the "dark underground world" was.
Six o'clock is the evening rush hour, and because of the limited number of private cars, there are particularly many people crowding the subway today.
The more people there are, the more the subway security check has to limit the flow. The long "one-meter line" was pulled up on both sides. Han Dongsheng looked around, but he couldn't see his head at a glance, and sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.
At this time, his cell phone vibrated, and "Head Teacher Zhou Zhou" sent another message asking, "Hello Dad Zhou Zhou, I have been waiting for you for two hours after get off work. How long will it take for you to arrive?"
Yes, Han Zhou's child was detained today and asked his parents.
Han Dongsheng gritted his teeth and wanted to go back to the ground to take a taxi, but when he looked back, there were more than 20 people lined up behind him, like a heavy tail growing out, squeezing him in the middle.
There is also traffic jams on the ground, and it is even more uncertain. Besides... How expensive is the taxi fare when there is a traffic jam. Han Dongsheng had to struggle for a while even taking a vehicle. He hesitated for a long time, and had to give up. He tried to pat the person in front of him, and explained to them in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry, I'm in a hurry, can I let it go? I'm going to go first, I'm really sorry..."
"Is anyone else in a hurry? I'm still in a hurry."
"You can't take a taxi in a hurry? What subway do you take..."
"Ouch, stop squeezing!"
"I said, the population density in the city is so large, how come these people don't know how to lose some weight! Do you have a public morality!"
Fortunately, most of the office workers rushing to the morning and evening rush hour are talkative. As long as the other party does not retaliate, or apologizes a few times, at most they will only scolded a few words. .
The heating "huhu" blows at people, mixed with the dense popularity, making people suffocate.
Blowing a bloody road from the security checkpoint, Han Dongsheng felt that he was about to melt. He couldn't take his breath away. Seeing that the subway had already entered the station, he hurriedly rushed forward with the crowd.
The subway door more than two meters wide is like a black hole. It seems that no matter how many people rush in, they can swallow it with their mouths open. A solid wall of human flesh is built inside. The sound of the notification that the door was about to close made people annoyed, like a time bomb was about to explode. Han Dongsheng forced himself to stick to the wall at the last second, wishing he could lower himself.
Since he wasn't a paper man after all, the beeping subway door caught his broad back and bounced open again and again.
The flight attendant on the platform shouted: "Wait for the next bus, don't crowd, please wait for the next bus!"
Han Dongsheng tried his best to arch forward again. He took a deep breath and put a long fart with nine bends and eighteen bends on the spot, freeing up space in his stomach, and forcefully retracting his belly.
Amid the angry boos from the people next to him, the subway door finally closed, and as soon as "Bang Dang" was activated, all the numb and tired bodies shook three times, and there were irregular collisions. Here, even the bodies of young girls became Disgusting face.
Perfume smell, sweat smell, underarm odor, head odor, leek smell… all mixed together without distinction, added by air conditioner and warm air, and stirred into a pot of porridge.
It was as if the old man who was broadcasting the TV series and the little girl who was screaming were comparing the volume of each other. For a while, the east wind overwhelmed the west wind, and for a while the west wind overwhelmed the east wind, and the battle was very enjoyable.
On the subway in Yanning's morning and evening peak hours and popular lines, if a person dares to get on the train with dignity, his dignity may be crowded out.
What's worse is that the subway occasionally encounters unexpected situations - for example, halfway through, the lights in the car suddenly go out, the car stops, and the broadcast indicates that the line is faulty. It happens only in time.
It will be more than 40 minutes before Han Dongsheng arrives at his destination.
He dragged his weak legs and rushed out of the subway station. He took a deep breath of the northwest wind. Only then did he feel that his squished body was bulging again. When he saw the time, he quickly apologized to the teacher, but then sent a message to the head teacher Zhou Zhou. The other party didn't reply to the two messages. When he rushed to the school, he found that the lights in the teaching building had been turned off.
The teacher didn't wait for him, and the child should have already gone home.
Han Dongsheng was stunned for a while, his tense nerves relaxed, then he lifted his feet and walked slowly home.
As if the northwest wind had tasted it, he hoped that the journey would be a little longer.
There is a shortage of parking spaces in the old neighborhoods nearby. Many private cars are parked on the side of the road indifferently, and his figure is reflected in the window. Han Dongsheng glanced at it and turned his head, thinking that the shadow is like a "wine bag and rice bag". A note on the term.
Stepping through the gate of Courtyard No. 110, before I could go into the building, I saw an old lady in the reception room who was playing cards with someone sticking her head out and telling him, "Xiao Han just got off work? Your husband. The man was sent back by the police today!"
Han Dongsheng stopped, and after a while, he forced a smile and thanked others, his palms seemed to have low blood sugar, and sweat broke out.
Sure enough, as soon as he entered the house, a pillow flew over aggressively.
Han Dongsheng caught it and quickly closed the door behind him with experience, fearing that the sound of his own house would leak out.
The next moment, his wife Zhou Beibei roared: "You still know how to come back!"
"The teacher called you and sent you WeChat at 2:00 p.m., and waited for you after work. After the news broadcast, all the stray cats in the school were gone, and your son was left to do his homework by himself! Are you dead outside? !"
"I really can't leave the unit today..."
"Okay, you're busy! You have a lot of time to manage! When are you going to be promoted, Director Han? Our mothers are waiting for you! Bah!" Zhou Beibei heard that he dared to retaliate, and exploded with anger, "I'm so old. , is just a little broken staff who brings tea and water, can't even get along with a deputy director, you can't get away with shit! Your son is not biological, he was sent for phone bills, right!"
The woman's scream was like thunder, and Han Dongsheng's fingers numb from her roar, so he didn't dare to say a word.
The door of the small bedroom opened a gap, and Mr. Zhou put a sentence out of the gap: "Oh, isn't that the case, no, don't be noisy, Beibei, what shall we have for dinner?"
"Eat your fairy egg! Fry, fry and fry, and go straight to the sky after eating. You can save your cultivation!" Zhou Beibei heard the sound, and immediately aimed the cannon fire at her old father, "Buy a therapeutic device for 3,000 yuan—just a fucking light-emitting diode. ; One thousand six bought a plastic foot basin, don't even collect the broken ones! I'll give you two eggs, look at your beauty, are those eggs laid by a rooster?"
Old Mr. Zhou has a good temper: "Get rid of anger, get angry and shorten your lifespan. Getting angry once is equivalent to smoking several cigarettes."
"Let's cut it, it's useless for me to live anyway! It's useless to marry a husband. If you can't make money, it's fine, and you're going to lose your money. I don't even think about brand-name cosmetics, but you can't let me be a forty-year-old man. Rent out there!"
These are all facts, Han Dongsheng couldn't raise his head.
"During the day, for a few broken orders, I made people smile everywhere. I treated everyone as my grandson, and listened to anyone who said anything to me. I made ten calls and got hung up nine times. When I came back, I didn't catch my breath. The teacher called to the school to pick up this debt collector - Han Zhou! The whole family has sharpened their heads in order to give you a good school, for fear that you will lose at the starting line. What to study? Don't go there tomorrow, let's go to a stall at the entrance of the subway!"
Han Zhou huddled in the corner, pretending to be a mushroom.
"As soon as I entered the hospital, the eighth woman rushed to inform me, for fear that I didn't know - yo, Xiao Zhou, your dad asked the police to send it back, what's going on! How can I answer, eh? Dad, tell me , what should I say? In order to make money, I have no face and no face. When I go home, can you make me feel less embarrassed, ah!" Zhou Beibei was talking, her anger was exhausted, and her grief came from it, she stood In the middle of the living room, he suddenly covered his face and cried.
The three men surrounded her, silent and submissive, all of them not fighting back or scolding, which made her feel that she was unreasonable and a shrew.
"Shrew" is not a good word. Everyone knows that if it is not bullied to a certain extent by life, who would not want to be decent
Mr. Zhou came out of the bedroom and wanted to pat his daughter's head. Just like when she was young, Zhou Beibei suddenly raised her head with red eyes: "I think the best thing about my mother's life is that she died early."
Mr. Zhou was stunned, his raised hand froze in mid-air, and the senile plaques on the back of his hands were like mold.
Zhou Beibei took a deep breath and turned back to her room.
Han Dongsheng said regretfully, "Dad, I recruited them all. She came for me, not you."
Mr. Zhou blinked, waved his hand, and asked again slowly: "What shall we have for dinner?"
In the evening, the three men ate fried rice together in the kitchen. Zhou Beibei closed the door and ignored others. Mr. Zhou gave her a bowl of eggs and sealed it with plastic wrap.
When I woke up the next morning, no one had touched the fried rice. The rice grains in the plastic wrap had shriveled up and formed a layer of overnight moisture. Han Dongsheng's huge body shrunk on the sofa, and the sleepy snoring shook the ceiling.
Mr. Zhou got up at 5:30. He didn't dare to disturb his children and grandchildren. He gently closed the kitchen door and started to make breakfast.
The old man believed that only when he had a smooth breakfast would he be able to withstand the cold weather and be strong all day.
But the young man obviously didn't think so. At seven o'clock, the whole family's alarms sounded one after another. The atmosphere of the family where a war had just happened the night before was solemn, and everyone was sleepy with a heavy feeling.
There is only one bathroom in the house, so Han Dongsheng and Han Zhou did not dare to fight for the toilet with Zhou Beibei. They yawned and kowtowed on the sofa.
Wherever Zhou Beibei went, there was a "ding ding" noise, I don't know if he was anxious or vented his anger.
"Beibei, today Dad has steamed bean buns and meat buns. Which one do you eat... Hey, you don't want to eat? Then you can go after drinking a bowl of porridge, and you will feel good in your stomach... "
Zhou Beibei didn't wait for him to finish, she picked up her bag and slammed the door and left.
"Dongsheng, you can leave early after you eat."
Han Dongsheng was the last to use the toilet. When he came out, seeing that it was too late, he quickly said, "No, Dad, you eat first, Zhou Zhou is going to be late for school... Zhou Zhou, hurry up, stop dawdling!"
Han Zhou stuffed the last bite of the meat bun into his mouth. After two mouthfuls of the porridge, his tongue was so hot that he refused to drink it. He complained to Mr. Zhou, "Grandpa, your cooking is too salty."
The seventy-year-old man's sense of taste is no longer very sensitive. Mr. Zhou asked in surprise, "Really? Did grandpa mix the stuffing with salt again?"
But the grandson had no time to answer. The father and son, who were stepping on the time, swept away like the wind. The large table suddenly seemed to have lost its heat. Mr. Zhou sat alone for a while, and took the half bowl of Han Zhou's leftover. Pour the porridge into his bowl and eat slowly.
He didn't taste salty, and his mouth was very dull.
Zhou Beibei disposes of the household garbage every day. She left in a hurry that day and didn't pay attention to it. When they all left, Mr. Zhou slowly cleaned up by himself. Suddenly, he paused and found a rubbish in the garbage bag. Box of Motherwort Granules was thrown away before it was opened - Beibei always complained about stomach pain, and everyone said it worked. Mr. Zhou knew that his daughter was always reluctant to believe in experts and superstitious about the so-called "regular". He deliberately bought it "at a high price" from the pharmacy.
Zhou Beibei probably didn't look carefully, or... She did, but she couldn't believe what serious things her dad could buy.
With such a group of family members who let her down repeatedly, after a long time, she became accustomed to not believing anything.
Mr. Zhou picked out the box of Motherwort, unpacked the soiled outer packaging, and put it next to the water dispenser. Then he went back to the house to change clothes, found a cotton backpack from under the bed, put on a hat and sunglasses, and went back to the house. I picked up a few buns in a paper bag and put them on, mixed with the rushing office workers, and left the front door.
All morning, Yan Ning was immersed in the hustle and bustle, so this time, no one noticed him.
Mr. Zhou walked all the way to a transportation hub. There was a minibus waiting there early. A young man in his twenties got off the bus. He looked very energetic, and his dark eyebrows were almost girlish. Laugh before speaking: "Uncle Zhou, I'll be waiting for you!"
The young man's name is Xu Shaowen. He is Professor Xu's student and assistant. He is said to be a doctor. He is the one who usually organizes their health classes.
Dr. Xu asked: "I have communicated with my family, right? The cost of this trip is a little high."
Mr. Zhou gave a perfunctory "um", took out the prepared envelope and handed it over: "Cash, please order a little."
Dr. Xu didn't take it apart, and took it at random, still instructing thousands of times: "You must communicate with your family, or your children will go crazy, and I will be responsible for you. I have to confirm it to you again and again."
Mr. Zhou was a little moved. He thought that Dr. Xu really cared about him, so he gave him the paper bag with the steamed buns, and said, "Don't worry - this is steamed at my own home. Try it, don't dislike it."
"How do you know that I haven't eaten yet!" Dr. Xu, a handsome young man, was not at all restrained. He took it apart and glanced at it, and ate it directly at the door of the car. I put the sauce made by myself at home, am I right?"
"Have you eaten?"
"The water in the meat stuffing has soaked the mushrooms!"
"Yes! Yes! Is it salty?"
"It's not salty, I'm serious - your family is so lucky, I want to be your son!"
Watching Dr. Xu gobble, Mr. Zhou smiled like a flower, and happily got on the bus.
The driver got out of the car to smoke, and when he saw the old man had left, he came over and whispered to Dr. Xu: "Protection, no problem, what should I do if the family members of these old things make trouble?"
"Don't worry," "Dr. Xu"'s voice was pressed between his teeth, "None of the people in this car told the family, otherwise they wouldn't be able to come... Hiss, salty, the old man was beaten to death for selling salt. Is it? Pass me a bottle of mineral water."
The bus was full of elderly people. Dr. Xu gave each of them a thermos cup filled with hot water from wolfberry and red dates. He also knew which elderly people had motion sickness and which elderly people had a bad heart, so he prepared medicine for them one by one.
Everyone felt that they were properly taken care of, and happily, the minibus left Yanning.
Liu Zhongqi walked in a hurry this morning. He came home from his evening self-study, only to realize that he forgot to bring his house key and called his brother. The line has been busy over there, and he may be busy again. He walked around the door for a while. Just went out, saw him, put him in the room, let him review his homework here first.
Not long after Zhang Meizhen left, Gan Qing came back and ordered a late-night snack for two from Boss Meng—it was estimated that she received a call from Zhang Meizhen.
Liu Zhongqi was scratching his head and scratching his head to write the English homework he delayed until the end. When he saw Gan Qing, he inexplicably remembered the last "cloze" incident, and subconsciously reached out to cover the question he was doing.
"What's the cover?" Gan Qing sneered and went to the kitchen to warm up the milk, "The first question is wrong."
Liu Zhongqi: "...how do you know it's wrong?"
"Have you never learned the subjunctive tone?" Gan Qing said in the kitchen, "There is someone outside, open the door."
Liu Zhongqi was stunned for a moment: "Who is there, why didn't I listen..."
He grumbled and opened the door, and was surprised to find that there was really someone at the door.
The watermelon-headed classmate Han Zhou originally stood there with his head lowered, but he was startled by the sudden opening of the door, rubbed his eyes, and looked a little aggrieved.