Dreaming back to the 90s to help my dad catch a rival in love

"I'm leaving, leave me alone. - Fan Xialiu"

Ning Xiaobei took the note from Ning Jianguo, looked at the familiar handwriting on it, and looked at Zhao Jingwen who was stomping his feet in confusion, "What do you mean? Fan Xia ran away from home?"

"The little bastard has gone crazy! The New Year is coming soon, and he still plays this trick on me."

Today is the first day of winter vacation, Zhao Jingwen got up early in the morning and saw Fan Xia's bedroom door was closed, thinking that he was going to sleep late during the holiday, so he didn't wake him up.

He bought breakfast from the vegetable market and came back. He saw that it was almost nine o'clock, and after going to sleep, he was afraid that Fan Xia would be hungry, so he opened the door and entered the room to wake him up.

As a result, when I entered, I saw that the quilt was neatly folded, and there was no one in the room at all.

Looking at the desk again, there is a note under the tin pencil case, which is actually a declaration of the little guy running away from home.

"Little Chi, don't let me catch you, the floating corpse in the river, or you'll expose a layer of skin."

Zhao Jingwen clenched his fist tightly, cursed with wide eyes.

"What's the use of scolding people? Have you gone to his parents' house to look for it? Could it be that he went back to look for his parents?"

Hearing that Fan Xia was missing, Ning Jianguo was also anxious, but compared to the young man Zhao Jingwen, who had many years of experience as a father, he was much more sensible.

"My sister's house has long been rented to someone else, and he can't go back. I called his dead father just now, and the dead man Fan Jian said that he sang an all-night karaoke last night and had never seen his son. Give him The little girl watching the video hall also said that she had never seen Fan Xia."

Zhao Jingwen became more and more frustrated, and kept stamping his feet, "Damn it, damn it. My elder sister is just such a son. If there is something wrong with Xiaoxia, how can I explain it to my sister?"

"Did you call the police? Do you want to go to the police station to call the police?"

Ning Xiaobei asked.

"Didn't the TV say that a missing person cannot call the police within 24 hours?"

Zhao Jingwen scratched his head with a dazed expression.

"But Xiaoxia is a minor, it's different from an adult."

Ning Xiaobei said dumbfoundedly.

"Uncle hurry up and call the police. After we're done, let's think about where Xiaoxia might go. I guess he won't be far away. Has he brought any money?"

"Bring it, it's troublesome if you bring it."

Zhao Jingwen patted his thigh, "I took a look, he took away several clothes and more than 1000 yuan in cash."

"Wait, how does Xiao Xia have so much money?"

Ning Xiaobei was taken aback.

More than 1000 yuan in cash?Now the per capita salary in Shanghai is only more than 500 yuan.

"He did well in the final exam this time. When his father was happy, he gave him a bundle of banknotes and told him to continue working hard. Fan Jian, that bitch, only cares about his son when he thinks of it by accident. He used to get good grades in school. When he was not good, his father would beat him with a stick, hang him from the beam of the house and beat him with such a thick stick."

When Zhao Jingwen said this, he couldn't help shaking his head.

Ning Xiaobei looked up at Ning Jianguo, and the father and son exchanged indescribable expressions.

"Xiaobei, treat Xiaoxia better in the future, he is also a hard-working child."

"Um……"

The three went to the police station near Zhao Jingwen's home to report the case.

It was only then that Ning Xiaobei found out that Uncle Zhao's family lived in the Workers' New Village north of the Suzhou River, and that all the tube buildings stretching across the city were welfare housing under their textile and shoe and hat factories.

"That is to say, we can still be neighbors in the future?"

Ning Xiaobei said happily.

"Yeah, if you're lucky, you might even be able to live in the same building. There are still two vacant rooms in our building waiting to be allocated."

Having said that, Zhao Jingwen glanced at Ning Jianguo beside him, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

After leaving the police station, Zhao Jingwen took his father and son back to his residence.

The Zhao family lived on the second floor, and when they went up the stairs, the three of them walked through the long corridor, and saw that the two sides of the corridor were full of life, and there were various plants and flowers on the balcony, which were planted by the residents on both sides.

The colorful clothes are lined up like ten thousand national flags. A tall man like Uncle Zhao has to keep his head down, otherwise he will bump into the clothes and pants hanging out to dry.

On the balcony, there are people drying salted fish, dried chicken gizzards, and day lilies.Children's bicycles, old people's wheelchairs, and white running shoes that need to be dried in the shade after washing are all thrown in the corridor.

The people here are the same as the residents in the alley, they don’t like to close the door very much. A melodious Yue opera singing comes out from the door opening of which house, and intertwined with the Suzhou Pingtan sound from another house’s radio, forming a The unique auditory memory of the Jiangnan area.

"That's how we are here. It's a mess. If you move here in the future, be careful."

Zhao Jingwen walked to the door of his house, opened the door with a key, and whispered to Ning Jianguo.

"It's not that you took up the space in front of my house today, or that you stole the tortoise and turtle shells from my house. Especially those aunts and mothers, no one is easy to mess with... Tsk tsk."

Ning Xiaobei listened, covered his mouth and laughed.

After entering the house, Ning Xiaobei's eyes flickered, and he judged that the house was no more than [-] square meters, which was about the same size as the public house that Ning's family got after demolition.

The unit may have considered that Zhao Jingwen is a young man and will marry a wife and have children here in the future, so they gave him a house with two bedrooms and one living room.

"This is where Xiaoxia lives."

Zhao Jingwen pushed away the small bedroom facing north, pointed inside, "Look for yourselves."

He said, went to the bathroom, twisted the towel and wiped his face.Then he sat down on the sofa in the living room and sighed long.

Ning Jianguo bent down, said a few words to Xiaobei, and then went into Zhao's kitchen, opened the refrigerator, found eggs and tomatoes, and boiled noodles.

He could see that this guy had been busy all morning, so he must not have had breakfast yet.After a while they didn't know when they were going to find it, Ning Jianguo decided to cook a bowl of noodles for Zhao Jingwen first to pad his stomach.

With his hands behind his back, Ning Xiaobei walked around Fan Xia's small room of about ten square meters, feeling east and west, and opened the cabinet door to look inside. Suddenly he felt a bit like Conan.

That is, his actual age is much older than Kudo Shinichi.

"Dad, Uncle Zhao, I think I know where Fan Xia has gone."

Ning Xiaobei walked out of the living room. Zhao Jingwen had just finished eating noodles and was belching. Hearing what he said, he was so excited that his rice bowl almost fell to the ground.

"Xiao Bei, don't talk nonsense. You're a child, and you're not a policeman. How do you know?"

Ning Jianguo patted Zhao Jingwen on the shoulder to signal him to calm down.

"Really, come and see."

Ning Xiaobei took Ning Jianguo's hand and walked back into the room. He pointed to Huang Rihua's version of the "Legend of the Condor Heroes" poster on the wall. On the poster, Guo Jing was standing in front of the fiery red sun and was bending his bow to shoot the eagles. .

Then he turned and pointed to a dozen of martial arts books piled up beside the desk, such as "Seven Swords Under the Tianshan Mountains", "Ping Zong Xia Ying", and a bunch of books that were popular with Gu Long and Jin Yong. The authors' names were "Gu Longxin", "Jin Yongju "The pirated martial arts novel, said affirmatively, "I heard from Fan Xia before that he is no longer a fan of Ekin Cheng now, and he wants to 'be cold to the road of blood, loneliness is the way of life, and then compare with the sky' (Note 1)."

As Ning Xiaobei said, he picked up a notebook and opened it for Ning Jianguo and Zhao Jingwen to read.

There are various stickers densely pasted inside, including the suave Zheng Shaoqiu Chu Liuxiang, the righteous He Jiajin Zhanzhao, Huang Rihua and Wen Meiling's Jinger and Ronger, and characters from various martial arts movies.

The handsome boys and the heroic girls are plastered all over the booklet, all of which are Fan Xia's "boys' thoughts".

There are not only stickers, but also various martial arts routines excerpted by Fan Xia and the theme song lyrics of martial arts TV movies.

"The way of the sky, damage more than make up for what is not enough... what the hell?"

Zhao Jingwen glanced around and saw this passage.

"It's... the Nine Yin Manual."

Ning Xiaobei scratched his head in embarrassment.

""Nine Yin Scriptures"? Why didn't he copy the "Sunflower Treasure"? Just 'click' it, and it's done!"

Zhao Jingwen rolled his eyes angrily, "If he can devote half of his mind to studying, I really want to burn incense to the ancestors of the old Zhao family."

Ning Xiaobei felt even more guilty after hearing this.

What to do, he took him to jump into the pit of martial arts novels.

It was he who told Fan Xia that Jin Yong's "Nine Yin Scriptures" actually used the original text in Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching" and asked him to study it.

But he wanted Fan Xia to study classical Chinese so that he would not be afraid to learn ancient Chinese when he went to middle school in the future. He didn't want him to really study some "peerless martial arts".

If you can really practice kungfu after watching this stuff, then Jin Yong is the leader of the martial arts, so don't write any novels.

"Fan Xia's grades are very good now, and it's nothing to read martial arts novels, and he didn't delay his studies."

Ning Xiaobei said realistically.

Zhao Jingwen shook his head, only he knew about his nephew.

"But what do these things mean?"

After going around in a circle, Zhao Jingwen still didn't understand what Ning Xiaobei meant.

"This shows that Fan Xia must have gone to the mountains to learn art! He is going to learn 'peerless martial arts'."

Otherwise, what would he do with so many clothes? He wouldn't travel!

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Note 1: The theme song of "The Change of Silkworms".Ask the world if this mountain is the highest, haha!

The silly boy "went to the mountains to learn art", we will catch him in the next chapter