The tyrant and his petite flower

Could it be that Uncle Chen owed debts outside?

This idea suddenly appeared in Chen Moyun's mind, but he quickly rejected it. How could such an honest and responsible person as Uncle Chen owe such a large sum of money?

And when he was the village head, no matter which household had an accident or had difficulties, he would not hesitate to help others out of his own pocket.Even though their family was too poor to get rid of it, they never saw Uncle Chen frown when he handed out money to others.

After Chen Moyun's grandmother passed away, Uncle Chen took him into his home and treated him like his own son.Uncle Chen attaches great importance to his study, as long as there is something related to study, Chen Moyun is never short of it.

But in a village like theirs, it is not easy to send a child to college.

After finishing the nine-year compulsory education, the heavy tuition fees made this family, which was not rich in the first place, heavily in debt.

In order to save hundreds of dollars in book fees, the sensible Chen Moyun borrowed textbooks from his classmates and copied them from book to book.

Even so, living expenses and tuition and miscellaneous expenses still weighed down the family.

Chen Moyun mentioned many times that he would drop out of school, but he was stopped by Uncle Chen in a serious tone.

Until that happened, he never mentioned the word of dropping out of school.

Uncle Chen was illiterate and illiterate. When he went to work in the city, he didn't even know what the labor law was, let alone sign a contract.In a blink of an eye, when he returned home at the end of the year, he went to ask the foreman for money, but the foreman didn't even look him in the eye, and simply threw him three words, owed first.Then his salary is like this, year after year, from the beginning of the year to the end of the year.The bills became more and more tiring. Later, several workers united and said that they would go to court to sue the contractor, but they did not expect that the other party was too rascal and bullied others, so they asked someone to teach them a lesson.Not only did the workers not get any money, they were also severely beaten.

Throughout the year, not only did he not earn any money, but he also suffered injuries all over his body.Uncle Chen couldn't help crying, dragged his broken leg, and went home sad and angry. After telling Chen Moyun all this, he sighed, patted him on the shoulder and said: "It's really sad to be uneducated." Ah, Ah Mo, you must study hard and stand out." From that day on, Chen Moyun gritted his teeth and vowed that he would make Uncle Chen live a good life in the future.

On the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month of this year, Uncle Chen took Chen Moyun to the city to buy new year's goods.

The two of them brought a total of 100 yuan with them. They strolled around, not only cut some meat, but also bought a pair of warm pants for Aunt Chen and Chen Moyun, and bought cotton shoes for the family of three to wear during the New Year.

After shopping, it happened to be time for lunch.

Seeing the steaming restaurants from one to another, the smell penetrated into his nose, Chen Moyun's stomach cried out in response to the occasion.

So Uncle Chen smiled and took him to a ramen restaurant.

He fumbled in his pocket, grabbed a stack of banknotes, looked at his dusty clothes, patted his pants embarrassingly, for fear of soiling the bench, then sat down at the entrance of the store, and rushed into the store. The proprietress beckoned and said, "Here is a bowl of beef noodles. I want a big bowl."

Hearing this, the proprietress held the menu in her hand, and squinted at the two men, one big and one small, at the door.

The old man was wearing tattered clothes with patches, and his padded jacket was so torn that white cotton wadding leaked out.He was hunched over, sitting at the door, and the rags and tattered clothes in his hand were piled up in front of the bench, blocking a small aisle.The little boy next to him was pale, as thin as a chicken, and looked malnourished.

Seeing this scene, the proprietress's two willow-leaf eyebrows couldn't help but twitched together, she walked forward quickly, kicked the sundries on the ground, and threw him out of the door involuntarily: "Is there a little bit?" Seeing eyes? How can I do business if you put this pile of junk at the door?"

Uncle Chen nodded quickly to apologize, and bent over to pick up the pair of cotton shoes that had been thrown far away.

The proprietress rolled her eyes and saw two men in suits and leather shoes coming in. She immediately walked up to them with small steps and asked with a smile on her face, "Bosses, there are a variety of specialties in this shop. What would you like to eat?"

After a long time, their bowl of noodles was served, and Uncle Chen asked the boss for another small bowl.Picked up two chopsticks of noodles from Chen Moyun's bowl, then lowered his head and started to eat.

Chen Moyun swallowed a mouthful of noodles with difficulty, then looked up at Uncle Chen.

I saw him chewing very slowly, chewing each bite dozens of times, reluctant to finish it.

Chen Moyun had a sore nose, and after eating half a bowl, he gave the rest to Uncle Chen.

The father and son went to the counter to check out after eating the noodles.

Uncle Chen took out a handful of ten-cent bills, spit on his fingers, counted thirty bills and handed them to the proprietress.

The proprietress rolled her eyes upwards and threw him a huge hygienic eye: "A bowl of noodles costs five yuan."

Uncle Chen held the money tightly with half of his outstretched hand, and was stunned in the air, muttering to himself, "Isn't there a 3 written on the table?"

The proprietress looked at her with folded arms, and said coldly: "The price will increase during the Chinese New Year."

Uncle Chen's face was reddened, and he only had five yuan left on him. If he paid it all, the two of them would not even have the fare to go back.

The thin Chen Moyun stood behind Uncle Chen, holding on to the hem of his clothes, looking nervously at the proprietress who refused to make any concessions.

"Can it be less? Isn't it usually three yuan?" Uncle Chen licked his dry lips and looked at the proprietress with pleading eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man came out from behind the counter.

"If you don't have money, don't come here to eat noodles! Poor people only deserve to drink Northwest Wind!" The man should be the owner of the shop, but seeing a circle of people outside, he had to come forward to resolve the matter.

As soon as he finished speaking, seeing that Uncle Chen still didn't intend to pay, he walked up and pushed hard.

"Will you fucking pay me?!"

Uncle Chen couldn't stand still, he staggered back two steps, and almost fell to the ground.

Chen Moyun looked at the vicious man in front of him in a panic, not knowing what to do.

In his memory, Uncle Chen was the pillar of the family, but at this moment, this indomitable man was hit by a force that came from nowhere, and he was beaten into a mess.

In the face of powerful forces, people will always subconsciously choose to obey.

Later, Uncle Chen didn't go to argue with them any more, he took out the stack of limp banknotes from his pocket, and pressed them on the table.

The proprietress took the money, glanced at it with distaste and said, "Tsk, it's still a dime. Hey, forget it." She waved her hand and glanced at Chen Moyun and his father. Yi, "Go away quickly."

When leaving, Chen Moyun sneaked a glance at Uncle Chen's face, and vaguely saw tears in his eyes.

Later, the two of them walked for several kilometers in desperation before returning home from the county seat.

Facing the light at night, Chen Moyun pierced the large transparent blisters on his feet with a sharp needle, thinking secretly while his eyes were red.

I must earn a lot of money in the future so that Uncle Chen can live a good life.

In the future, I will make everyone think highly of us.Let them know that we poor people are also people of flesh and blood, and we are also people with dignity.

That day, he suddenly grew up overnight and understood a cruel truth: although money cannot buy everything, it can win people's superficial respect.

Finally, when Chen Moyun went to college, every time he came home from vacation, he would always find time to drink with Uncle Chen. The two of them were very silent, not saying a word.

The father and two sat in the small yard, and the old radio played songs with a sense of age.

"My brother is exactly like my old father. A couple of taciturn people. Have you ever spent time worrying about wine and occasionally drinking a few glasses of each other?"

Uncle Chen has never had any bad habits. He has worked diligently all his life and suffered from rheumatic bone disease.So I always like to drink two cups of rice wine when I have nothing to do.

Chen Moyun licked his lips, warmed his stomach with rice wine, and after two cups, his complexion became rosy.

Uncle Chen patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Ah Mo, you can't drink enough."

Chen Moyun nodded, put down his cup, looked at the dilapidated mud brick house, thinking that he hadn't graduated yet.He couldn't help frowning, he was the one who dragged Uncle Chen's family down.

Uncle Chen noticed the slight change in his expression, and said softly, "Ah Mo, look up."

Hearing this, Chen Moyun raised his head in doubt.

The stars in the night sky are shining and emitting silver light.

Chen Moyun blinked his eyes and could see clearly.

At that time, he suddenly understood that although he was in adversity, he still had to look up at the stars.

Chen Moyun shook his head, in front of him was the scene of father and two drinking each other, and ten years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Bai Yuncanggou turned into floating clouds, and Uncle Chen was already very old, just like the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, with its skin covered with wrinkles.

Chen Moyun's eyes were red. He left this time, and he didn't know when he would be back. Before he left, he must have a good drink with Uncle Chen.

When he returned home from the hospital, he saw Cheng Anan squatting by his door from a long distance away.

Her eyes were red and her hair was disheveled.A blanket was draped over his body, with a cigarette in his hand.

The soot was almost falling on her body, and she didn't even brush it off. Seeing the sparks fall, a hole in her pants was about to burn.

Chen Moyun snatched the cigarette quickly, and threw it on the ground: "Why don't you go in?"

Cheng An'an didn't speak for a while, and looked up at Chen Moyun, his eyes were bloodshot.

Chen Moyun dragged her into the room, glanced at her unchanging pajamas and said, "Hungry?"

Cheng Anan didn't speak, as if his soul was out of his body.

Without saying a word, Chen Moyun went to the refrigerator to get two eggs and tomatoes, and cooked a bowl of noodles for her.

When he brought the cooked noodles in front of Cheng An'an, he found that she was still in the same position as before, without moving.

The egg noodles with tomatoes exudes warm heat, the aroma is tangy, and it is very attractive.

Cheng Anan looked at the bowl of noodles with dull eyes, like a wooden man.

He couldn't watch it anymore, reached out and touched Cheng An'an's short hair, sighed and said, "Cry if you want to, it's uncomfortable to hold back."

Cheng An'an finally couldn't bear it anymore, put his arms around Chen Moyun's arm, and burst into tears, the crying was out of breath, as sad as a child.

Chen Moyun patted her on the back lightly to help her relax.

After crying, she rubbed her snot on Chen Moyun's body, and began to sneeze for noodles.

She was hungry all day.

The noodles are very fragrant, Cheng Anan feels that this should be the best noodles she has ever eaten in her life.

After eating, she pushed the noodle bowl forward and looked at Chen Moyun. Chen Moyun handed her a tissue to wipe her mouth without saying a word.

If she doesn't tell, he won't ask.

Cheng Anan frowned, and finally said, "Fang Qin, so I have a boyfriend."

"Ah."

Chen Moyun didn't look surprised at all, obviously she didn't expect it.

"Oh." Cheng Anan sighed helplessly, "I understand."

"It's good to understand."

Chen Moyun cleared the table and took the bowl to the kitchen.

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