Help the Queen of Heaven to save the situation, she lusts after my body

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Zhao Lei finally found an uncle who looked relatively normal to talk to.

The uncle was doing a horse stance and gesturing something.

The uncle glanced at him and said, "Young man, you don't understand this, I'm practicing martial arts."

The word "young man" almost made Zhao Lei hurt himself.

Who wouldn't be confused when seeing a young man in his fifties!

Zhao Lei slowed down and continued, "Uncle, why haven't I seen your martial arts before? Doesn't this look like Tai Chi?"

The uncle raised his chin proudly, "Tai Chi? Only children practice that stuff."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Well, I can't get along with the child.

"What is this you practice?"

The old man put away his posture and patted the dust off his body, "Iron Mountain Backrest!"

Zhao Lei was immediately in awe, and the name sounded amazing, "Uncle, how did you practice this Kung Fu? Can you demonstrate it?"

The old man nodded and agreed happily, "Young man, watch me show you my skills!"

As he said this, he got ready, and Zhao Lei quickly stepped back two steps to see how he performed.

"Watch it!" The old man got ready, shouted loudly, and hit the bowl-sized tree with an Iron Mountain Backrest, and the thick tree was shaken by the collision.

Zhao Lei was messy in the wind. No wonder he felt that this tree was not right. Other trees were quite normal, but this tree was inexplicably bald. It turned out that the old man hit it.

"Uncle, you are so good at kung fu. If you hit someone, you will definitely knock them flying!"

"Young man, do you want to try?"

Zhao Lei said happily: "Are you going to teach me?"

The uncle shook his head, "No, I mean I will hit you and let you feel it."

Zhao Lei was shocked: "???"

...

On the other side, Yuan Haoxuan was also looking for a target. His target was a little special.

It was a beautiful woman who was shopping in the mall. She had a hot body and a sweet look.

Xiao Sa and Bing Bing had already introduced cultural relics and popularized historical knowledge in the museum.

Xu Nuo and Lin Wanqing entered the old city recommended by the Cultural and Tourism Bureau.

Early in the morning, many people set up stalls on the roadside to sell things, small toys, snacks, vegetables, and socks. There were quite a few people.

Xu Nuo picked an uncle who had a story at first glance. This uncle was selling toys, but his eyes were always looking into the distance.

Xu Nuo looked along his line of sight and could only see a magnificent building, nothing else.

Intuition told him that this uncle had hidden clues.

"Uncle, what are you selling?" Xu Nuo squatted down, looked around, and talked to the uncle.

The uncle didn't even turn his head, and said faintly: "Toys."

He said, but his eyes didn't retract, very much like a master.

Xu Nuo flipped the stall casually, chatting with him, "Uncle, what were you looking at just now?"

The uncle touched his hair and nodded, "Hey, did you see that building?"

Xu Nuo turned around and saw a very impressive building, but it looked a bit old-fashioned.

"What is that place?"

The uncle sighed, "North China Pharmaceutical."

"I used to work there." Seeing Xu Nuo's confused face, the uncle added another sentence.

Lin Wanqing said: "Is that a state-owned enterprise?"

The uncle nodded, "Yes."

Xu Nuo became energetic, "Uncle, we are filming a program for CCTV. I want to hear your story and record you in the program. Do you think it's okay?"

The uncle pondered and looked at him twice.

Xu Nuo understood immediately, "In return, I will buy all your toys and provide an additional appearance fee."

The uncle still didn't say anything.

"Five thousand appearance fee."

"Deal!" The uncle stood up and raised his hand to high-five him.

Xu Nuo: "..."

The master's demeanor was gone.

After the two high-fived, the uncle took out two small stools from the bag. The three of them sat together and began to listen to the uncle's story.

"When I was young, I was an employee of North China Pharmaceutical."

"Then you are quite glorious, right?" Lin Wanqing asked.

The uncle waved his hand, "What's the point of talking about glory or not, but it is quite decent. It's a stable job, working from nine to five, and you don't have to worry about food and clothing."

"You don't look like you are of retirement age, why are you setting up a stall?" Xu Nuo was a little surprised.

Today is a working day, and it's almost eight o'clock. This uncle doesn't look like he's working part-time to earn some pocket money.

The uncle didn't respond, and continued to recall the past, "At that time, I was still a good employee valued by the leaders, and I won the excellent employee award several times."

"What happened later?"

The uncle sighed, "Later..."

He suddenly shook his head and looked at the two, "Have you heard of the layoffs?"

Xu Nuo was stunned, "I have heard of it."

"I know, but I don't know much." Lin Wanqing shook her head.

"No wonder, there are not many young people like you who are knowledgeable. That was at the end of the last century." The uncle sighed.

"Can you tell me about it?" Xu Nuo asked.

The uncle was silent for a while, nodded, "Let's go, don't sit here, I'll take you to see it."

The uncle got up and started to pack up.

"Wait, uncle, you don't want to sell this toy?"

The uncle looked at him strangely, "This is your toy, why should I sell it."

Xu Nuo slapped his head: "...I forgot about it."

"Can you calculate how much it is in total?"

The uncle waved his hand, "Let's talk about it later, I'll take you to see it first."

The three began to pack away the toys.

"Uncle, is this your car?" Xunuo asked, pointing to an old three-wheeler.

"Yes, just put it on top."

The audience in the live broadcast room laughed miserably.

In the four live broadcast rooms, Zhao Lei is already practicing martial arts with his uncle, Yuan Haoxuan and his sister are shopping and playing games, and Xiao Sa and Bingbing are working on popular science in the museum.

Only Xu Nuo's style of painting in this live broadcast room is incompatible with others.

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, sat on the uncle's electric tricycle and started walking around.

"Hahaha, it's a painting style I didn't expect."

"It's good. Uncle can develop a three-wheeler. I promise Lin Wanqing will pay five yuan for a ride on the same three-wheeler."

"I actually think it's quite interesting."

"360 panoramic images, panoramic sunroof, no purchase tax on new energy models, and costs 50 cents per 100 kilometers."

The uncle sat on the electric tricycle and started taking them for a walk.

"This is North China Pharmaceutical. At its peak, it had hundreds of thousands of employees. One-third of the people here are employees of North China Pharmaceutical. It is known as the largest pharmaceutical factory in Asia."

The uncle talked eloquently about the once glorious North China Pharmaceutical, and his tone was filled with pride that was engraved in his bones.

The tricycle stopped at the door, and the security guard came out to chase people away, "No parking allowed here."

"Uncle, can we take a tour?" Xunuo asked.

The uncle smiled bitterly, "They don't let outsiders in to visit."

There was countless bitterness and loneliness in his voice.

In the beginning, he was a proud employee who walked through the door with his head held high every day. Now he is an outsider who is turned away, and the security guards won't let him in even if he talks nonsense.

"What do you do?" the security guard asked impatiently.

"CCTV reporter." Xu Nuo lied and showed the camera and microphone with the CCTV logo to the security guard.

The security guard looked serious, "Do you have a certificate?"

Promise: "..."

It's quite rigorous, and it's worthy of being a big company.

At this time, a reporter from the program team ran out from a distance and handed over the certificate.

The Bureau of Culture and Tourism also arrived in time

The security guard communicated and let them in.

The uncle sighed, "It has to be you. I have been to this place countless times in the past few decades, but I have never been able to enter it."

Xu Nuo didn’t know what to say.

"This area used to be a factory building, that side was the canteen, and that area used to be a sports ground, where table tennis, basketball and badminton are all there."

Xu Nuo looked around and saw that what the uncle said still vaguely reflected the past.

The brick house is still there, but no one from the past is there.

Looking around, there are mottled walls, rusty windows, and lush grass everywhere.

The uncle looked a little lost in thought, "Things are different and people are different."

The once magnificent buildings are now in dilapidated condition, and the bustling crowds in the past have long disappeared.

The uncle led them through familiar buildings and introduced them verbosely.

Xu Nuo and Lin Wanqing listened quietly, occasionally chatting with each other.

"Uncle, do you hate it?" Xu Nuo suddenly said.

The uncle was stunned for a moment and did not answer. He stood there and turned to look at this once extremely familiar building.

"I thought I would work here until I retire." The uncle said with a complicated expression.

He didn't say whether he hated it or not, he just calmly expressed his thoughts back then.

His expression contained anger, pain, loneliness, despair, relief, and finally calmness.

I must have hated it, my peaceful life was shattered overnight and changed beyond recognition.

He was unable to resist and tried to resist, but to no avail.

No matter how much trouble is made, it is impossible to go back to the past.

A speck of dust from the era falls on everyone’s head, and it becomes a big mountain.

The uncle took a deep breath, took one last look at the dilapidated factory building, and said calmly: "Let's go."

Xu Nuo and Lin Wanqing left.

"Thank you also. If it weren't for you, I might not have the chance to come back and see you in this life."

On the way, the uncle was riding an electric tricycle and suddenly said.

"You're welcome."

The uncle turned around and asked, "Do you want to know how I have lived these years?"

"If you would tell me."

The uncle nodded, "I was as young as you at that time, and I thought life was like this. I would go to work in the morning, come home for dinner in the afternoon, and my wife and children would stay together. She will continue to live like this until her children grow up."

I don't think there's anything unreasonable about the promise. Most people's lives are like this.

"When I was young, I occasionally felt that such a life was too boring, but when I thought about it, there was nothing wrong with living like this for the rest of my life. With a decent income and a job close to home, it was already better than many people."

In the work of that era, the verb in front of it was not "find" but "arrange" and "assign".

The assigned work often lasts a lifetime.

To a certain extent, such days are very happy, because such work is planned, and planning means that the future can be seen. You won't feel confused.

One of the favorite words of the older generation is "stability", because this word means having food to eat, clothes to wear, a house to live in, and money to make.

You will not live a precarious life.

"Later, the starch tower collapsed." The uncle said, "As soon as the explosives were released, it collapsed with a bang."

He turned around and stretched out his hand to make a gesture.

Xu Nuo saw the smile on his face clearly.

There is relief and there is regret.

He suddenly remembered a very famous song.

"Kill the Shijiazhuang Man".

It's not a horror story, nor is it a regional black song, nor is it an expression of anger. It's a rock song.

A rock song dedicated to this city.

Lin Wanqing said, "Uncle, where are we going next?"

"People's Mall."

"Is it still there?"

The uncle was stunned for a moment and waved his hand, "It's gone a long time ago. What is it called now, Beiguo Mall?"

"Forget it, I won't go. There's nothing."

"It's okay, go and have a look."

At this time, many viewers in the live broadcast room were watching with relish.

The city is still the same city, but in the explanation of this uncle, the city seems to have memories and become lively.

Three people, an old tricycle, one old and two young, just walked leisurely on the road.

Chasing the memories of the past.

After visiting the People's Mall, the uncle took the two home for dinner.

They ate home-cooked meals, and the family talked happily. It was not as lifeless as Xu Nuo imagined.

The gentle aunt and the talkative uncle seemed particularly harmonious.

"Back then, we were laid off together. At that time, we felt that the sky was about to fall. Fortunately, your aunt persuaded me not to give up. We are still young and have many opportunities."

The uncle smiled and said, "Thank you."

"Oh, you old man, it's so corny."

"Uncle, is that your daughter?" Lin Wanqing pointed to a photo in the living room and asked.

The uncle turned his head and took a look, "Yes, I went to work today. You can only see it after I get off work."

The family of three looks like a very happy family.

In a company, a girl suddenly screamed, "Xiaoran, is this you? Is this your home?"

The girl named Xiaoran came over and saw her familiar parents and the photo of herself in the camera.

"Whose live broadcast room is this?"

"Singing China! Nuoyan and Lin Wanqing's live broadcast!"

The girl was confused and still a little bit unbelieving that they would appear in her own home.

She called her mother while staring at the live broadcast room.

A few seconds later, my mother answered the phone, and her smile was so clear in the camera.

"Mom, are you live streaming?"

"What live streaming?"

"Oh, your dad brought back two kids, saying he was recording a show."

"Mom, can you get two autographs for me? Both of them!" Xiaoran said excitedly.

"Are they famous?"

"Famous! Very famous, you have heard his songs!"

When it comes to autographs, Xu Nuo never refuses anyone, and he signed commemorative albums, photos, and shirts.

After dinner, the uncle took them to continue strolling, the family compound, the Affiliated Middle School of Normal University, the new factory of North China Pharmaceutical...

They went around every place that brought memories to the uncle.

Unlike Zhao Lei's morning exercises of the gods, and unlike Yuan Haoxuan's extravagance, this is the memory of an old Shijiazhuang person.

From anger, pain, suffering to the final relief, life always has to go on.

He survived, but many people did not.

Finally, the uncle took them to another place.

"Here comes Old Chen." An old man with meticulously combed hair greeted from a distance.

"Here I am, team leader, I brought you some food."

The old man nodded, with a dignified look on his face, "Not bad, not bad, you are very good."

The old man spoke and dressed normally, but he seemed out of place with others.

Others wore all kinds of clothes, but he wore a faded uniform with a small nameplate on it.

The words on the nameplate had already fallen off, and a few words could be vaguely seen: "Quality Group Nine Team Leader."

The old man was in a strange state, and he spoke to the uncle in a serious manner, just like a leader and a superior.

When leaving, the uncle told the reason.

"The team leader is crazy."