I got headlong into Wang Aiqin's SUV and just closed the door. Wang Aiqin kicked the accelerator and drove towards the Moon Bay community where she lived.
I said to Wang Aiqin: Let's find a tea house to talk for a while, shall we?
Wang Aiqin ignored me, pointed to a pack of cigarettes in the cab, and made a smoking motion.
I skillfully pulled out one, lit it with a lighter, took a few puffs, and handed it to Wang Aiqin.
Wang Aiqin sucked it up while driving. After a few puffs, I was probably over the addiction to cigarettes before he said to me:
"You just said on the phone that you were looking for something to me, hmph! What kind of good thing can you do besides what kind of thing!"
I originally wanted to talk about Lao Jia, but Wang Aiqin misunderstood. I said:
"I can't do anything in your house!"
Wang Aiqin showed a contemptuous look and said to me: "You said to go there? Hotel, you are reluctant to spend that kind of money, and you don't dare to go to your house." I had to come to my house. ”
Wang Aiqin was right, but my face was a little unbearable, so I said seriously: "I really have other things to do with you today." ”
Wang Aiqin spat out a round smoke ring and said:
"If there is anything else, let's take care of our business first. ”
At my age, I don't have much interest in that kind of thing. I deliberately asked, "Your husband is not at home?"
Wang Aiqin glared at me and said, "That turtle son has gone to another place again." ”
I'm relieved.
The car slowly entered the basement, and we were all familiar with this place. Wang Aiqin went upstairs first, and about ten minutes later, I also followed into the elevator.
Luckily, I didn't meet anyone, which made my heart beat faster.
When she entered the house, Wang Aiqin had changed into a pair of pajamas and made tea.
Wang Aiqin's Moon Bay community is a place where the rich live, all of which are large houses, and when they come in, they give people a feeling of emptiness.
I changed into my slippers and sat down to drink tea. At this time, Wang Aiqin brought fruit. You're welcome and eat.
I suddenly remembered my dream from last night. I dreamed that I came to a wheat field, and when I grabbed it with my hand, green seedlings grew on the ground.
As I drank my tea, I wondered, what does this dream mean? Can it be done today?
There are four seasons in the year, and the trees on the earth, like humans, will always encounter the cycle of seasons, some grow and some wither.
The same is true for a person and a group of people, there is a forward, there is a backward. But people are always moving forward, and no one can stop them.
Me too.
The ancient town has encountered another cold winter. People are hiding at home, drinking, chatting, and cursing.
Everyone is scolding a person, and they are all quietly scolding a person behind their backs. This person is sometimes a "four-la-dun", sometimes a distant person.
Most of the people who scolded "Siladun" were acquaintances in the ancient town. They scolded and scolded, but there was no way to take the "four dun".
I also scolded "Si Ladun" and that distant person in my heart, but I really couldn't do anything about them.
Because I was mingling in the circle of red hats, and pointed to them to eat.
Walking in the yamen, from ancient times to the present, it has been the norm for hats to fight with each other.
Lao Jia and I are not only alumni, but also drinking friends and gun friends. This friend refers to the experience of our private exchange with each other to find a beautiful woman.
It stands to reason that our relationship is relatively iron, right? But the leader of the pig-headed squad "Si Ladun" gave me an order that Lao Jia must be cleaned up, and I had to obey.
"Si Ladun" ordered me to go to Zhao Jiagou to discuss how to rectify Lao Jia. I'm not a fool, so I risk losing to find Zhao Jiagou, who can guarantee that he won't betray me.
I came out of the office of "Si Ladun", and as I walked, I thought about how to talk to Zhao Jiagou about this.
In our circle, we can't simply distinguish which one is good and which one is bad. It's just that they are all in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.
When I had a problem, I could only find two people. One is a swallow and the other is a Yuquan Taoist.
This is an unsightly thing, of course, you can't find a real person in Yuquan, so you have to find a swallow.
I hadn't seen Yanzi for a long time, so I contacted her by phone and made an appointment to meet at noon tomorrow for a chat.
On the east bank of Yumahe Park, as soon as I walked into the Yiqing Cafe, my heart suddenly calmed down.
In the quiet aisle, a few green plants are listless against the backdrop of artificial flowing water. The piano music for Chrysman's "Memories of Childhood" came from the corner. It has another name called "Remembrance of Love", and it is also a favorite song of Yanzi.
Swallows like to wear black clothes, especially like a neighbor lady I was a child with, she was a Christian, her name was Grandma Chang Shun, and they always had a melancholy look on their faces.
After the year of confusion, the swallow is still so dignified and beautiful. When she saw me, she stood up enthusiastically, which made her look much more familiar.
Swallow also asked me for a cup of coffee, and she stirred her cup evenly with a spoon and said:
"How are you doing?"
"It's still the same as it was. I replied.
The two of us were childhood sweethearts, played together when we were young, and when we went into society, we both entered the red hat circle, but we took different paths.
Today, it seems like we haven't seen each other for a long time, and I don't know what to say.
After small talk, I got straight to the point. said to Yanzi: "Your brother asked me to come forward to clean up Lao Jia, I don't know how to start." ”
Swallow asks why?
I told the cause and effect of the demolition of Maodian Lane, and said that Lao Jia did it wrong.
Yanzi said to me contemptuously: Now you are the same as my brother (Si Ladun), and there is no bottom line in being a man and doing things.
In the past, Yanzi rarely scolded me like this, and most of the time she told me not to mix with her brother. I also know that "Siladun" is not a thing, but for the sake of life, it can only be so.
The swallow is a clear stream in our circle, she thinks of herself as high, and she is unwilling to go along with us abusives.
I don't think I can get a good idea from her, so let's find the beautiful Wang Aiqin.
This is the scene at the beginning of looking for Wang Aiqin.
(To be continued, comments are welcome)