Rebirth: If the school beauty is not sweet, why should I lick her?

"Jiangnan, I'm impressed by you. You actually touched Zhao Wanwan's hand. Now I finally understand."

"What did you understand?"

"Women can't be spoiled. You have to get used to them!"

"Stupid, wait until you go in and step on the sewing machine."

Zhou Jiangnan shook his head. It was so embarrassing. How could a 30-year-old man still be broken by Zhao Wanwan?

Today, Fatty Li didn't plan to go back to the mansion in the city. He actually chose to go to the cement factory in the suburbs with him.

The two of them talked and laughed all the way. They were really close enough to wear the same pants.

Zhou Jiangnan knew that even if he didn't score a goal today, as long as he opened his mouth, Li Pengfei would give him an electronic dictionary.

The reason why they had such a close relationship was also related to the work of their fathers.

Lingjiang County is rich in limestone minerals. In the period of national development, the government built a cement factory in the suburbs of the county.

The name of the factory is very characteristic of the times: Lingjiang People's Cement Factory.

Li Pengfei's father Li Jianguo is the factory director, and Zhou Jiangnan's father Zhou Xiangdong is a worker in the factory.

If we must say it, Zhou Xiangdong can be considered a leader of a small scale.

After all, he is the team leader of a three-person team.

In Zhou Jiangnan's memory, their fathers were just ordinary workers at the beginning.

Later, when state-owned enterprises were restructured in the 1990s, Li Jianguo took a desperate gamble and applied for a loan and became a factory director. More than ten years later, he was already one of the richest men in the county.

As for his own father Zhou Xiangdong, his character was too dull and honest.

He never left or sent off his father all his life, and he only knew how to burn cement steadily. He couldn't get a fart after three sticks.

If Zhou Xiangdong had half the courage of Li Jianguo, Zhou Jiangnan would have become a rich second generation long ago.

It can only be said that everyone has their own destiny, and this matter cannot be blamed on Lao Zhou.

Everyone's destiny depends on their own struggle, and at the same time, it must be integrated with the development of the times.

For example, Zhou Jiangnan now, with the experience of eighteen years later, if he can't change the trajectory of his life and get rich with the advantage of innate information gap, then what's the point of rebirth?

It's better to find a southeastern branch and hang yourself as soon as possible.

If Zhou Jiangnan used to be upset about losing the opportunity to become a rich second-generation, he is calm now.

At this time, a large truck passed by, and Zhou Jiangnan took a deep breath of pure diesel exhaust, his face intoxicated.

"Fatty, why do you want to go to the factory today? It's uncomfortable to live in a big villa?"

"Oh, my mother went shopping in Rongcheng, and there is no one at home to cook. It's better to go to the factory to find my father."

"Then come to my house for dinner later."

"Forget it, I'll go to the factory cafeteria to make something casually, and then come to you after eating. No...or you should come to me, I got something good, let's watch it together."

Li Pengfei's mysterious look made Zhou Jiangnan a little funny.

This dead fat guy just got a martial arts novel or game card in some back street, and he can't wait to show it off.

From childhood to adulthood, he always looks like this.

"Okay, let's go home."

Li Pengfei rode the racing bike without much effort, running very fast on the road that was bumpy due to being crushed by trucks.

Zhou Jiangnan's mount was a 28-bar bike that his father had modified. It creaked and took a lot of effort, burning a lot of fuel.

He had no choice but to stand up and pedal.

Occasionally, a truck carrying cement passed by, and Zhou Jiangnan and Li Pengfei would pull on one side to get some leverage. The driver knew them and was not angry.

These two rascals were well-known mischievous people in the People's Cement Factory. If they went back ten years, they would be even more lawless.

The sky in early summer was dark late.

Not long after, two towering chimneys appeared in sight, emitting gray-white smoke.

That was the logo of Lingjiang People's Cement Factory.

It was also a symbol of home.

According to the original trajectory, because of long-term work on the front line of the cement factory, father Zhou Xiangdong was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer in 2013 and did not make it to the New Year.

Mother Luo Xiaoying also died of respiratory failure due to special reasons in 2021.

Now, eighteen years ago, my parents are still alive.

Zhou Jiangnan returned to his hometown like a wanderer who had been wandering for many years, and he was a little nervous in his heart.

After so many years, are his parents well?

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"Fat Fei, I'm going home first and will find you later."

"Okay, Brother Zhou, we'll say goodbye and see you later."

Li Pengfei clasped his hands and ran to the director's office.

This is so stupid, he was stupid after reading martial arts novels.

Zhou Jiangnan climbed up to the third floor of the staff dormitory with his schoolbag on his back and came to the door of his home.

The sound of shovels frying vegetables came from the room.

Mother Luo Xiaoying also shouted at the top of her voice: "Old Zhou, go to the window to see if Jiangnan is back? They don't have evening self-study today."

"What are you looking at? He's eighteen years old. Can he be kidnapped and sold?”

This familiar lack of understanding of the customs is obviously the style of Zhou Xiangdong, the father.

Zhou Jiangnan pushed the door open and walked in: "Dad, Mom, I'm back."

"I'm glad you're back. Master Huang, who just drove the truck, said he saw you and Pengfei riding on the truck again. He has told us many times not to follow the truck. It's very dangerous..."

Before Luo Xiaoying finished her words, she was hugged tightly by her son, which made her inexplicably nervous.

"Jiangnan, what's wrong with you? Were you bullied at school?"

"It's okay. I just miss my mom."

Zhou Jiangnan came to the living room and gave Zhou Xiangdong a hug regardless of the dust on his work clothes.

Where has Old Zhou seen such a scene? This kid hasn't been so close to him since he was eight years old.

"Dad, you've worked hard."

Zhou Xiangdong suppressed the relief at the corner of his mouth and pretended to be calm: "No pocket money?"

"No, I suddenly felt something at school today. I found that being a parent is not easy, so I miss you. "

Zhou Jiangnan put down his schoolbag and took the initiative to go to the kitchen to help serve the dishes.

Old Zhou finally said after a long while: "Xiaoying, your son has grown up and knows how to care about his old man."

Luo Xiaoying took off her apron, wiped her hands, went to the table, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat for Zhou Jiangnan.

"My son cares about you, I know you are happy, if you want to laugh, just laugh, why are you pretending to hold it back?"

Zhou Xiangdong grinned and poured a small glass of white wine, which attracted Luo Xiaoying's complaints: "Burn cement every day, people are burnt out, and laughing is uglier than crying. "

While saying this, he still put a piece of meat held by chopsticks into Lao Zhou's bowl.

Zhou Jiangnan watched this scene happily.

Parental love in this era is like this, simple and unpretentious but inseparable.

That kind of feeling will not be expressed in too many words, but will only be reflected in the daily life that moistens things silently.

Lao Zhou drank a few sips of wine and became more talkative.

"Jiangnan, I heard that your college entrance examination countdown is 100 days, can you afford to pass the college entrance examination?"

"What are you talking about, old man? You don't know what my ability is. If you can't pass the college entrance examination, I will take your surname!"

"I ask you this because I know your ability. You had such good grades when you entered school, but now you have fallen behind the grade. I don't know what you are doing! "

Old Zhou took another sip of wine and raised his voice: "You can't compare with Pengfei. Jianguo is a rich man. Pengfei doesn't have to worry about not having food to eat if he doesn't go to college. What can you do if you can't afford to go to college?"

"That's right, you have to work harder, my son." Luo Xiaoying chimed in.

"Are you going to learn to make plaster from your old man?"