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

The subway in the afternoon was empty, and there were only two or three passengers with kittens in each car, which was in stark contrast to the grand occasion when shoes were trampled off during the morning and evening rush hours.

Ning Xiaobei is currently operating an e-commerce company.The company is not far from home, and it takes half an hour to drive there. The commuting time in Shanghai can make people drool enviably.

But today Ning Xiaobei felt that he was not in good condition and felt dizzy. In order to prevent accidents, he simply chose the subway to travel.

He studied business administration in college. After graduation, he worked in several foreign companies, and once reached the middle and high levels.

In recent years, with the rise of major e-commerce platforms, e-commerce companies in Shanghai and Hangzhou have gathered together, and their remuneration far exceeds that of foreign companies with the highest wages in the minds of Shanghai people, and they have become popular.

Ning Xiaobei thought twice, and left the foreign company in the first three years, and entered this e-commerce company that had just started at that time through the introduction of an acquaintance.

The company has developed very well, and has outsourced the business of many big brands. The team has grown from a dozen people to nearly a hundred people now. Guangning Xiaobei has three FMCG teams under him at the same time.

In less than three months, it will be the annual "Double Eleven" big promotion. In order to prepare for this annual event, Ning Xiaobei can really be described as "everything in daily life".

I have to work overtime almost every day until two or three o'clock in the morning before I can go home, not to mention weekends, and I basically spend every day at my work station.

The salary and bonuses of this company are really high. In just a few years, Ning Xiaobei saved enough for the down payment. He sold the public house that was originally demolished and bought an apartment with an elevator in a good location.

However, after the house was bought, he seldom went home. Even when he did, he just took a shower, slept, and then started a new day of work.

It is precisely because of this that he hasn't seen his father for almost three months, and he doesn't know that Ning Jianguo's health has deteriorated to that point...

Even so, my father insisted on making supper for himself every day, covering it with a gauze and putting it on the dining table.And after he dragged his tired body home every day, he had no appetite at all.So this supper became the old man's breakfast the next day...

Thinking of this, Ning Xiaobei choked up unconsciously.

He covered his mouth and looked at the passenger sitting next to him embarrassedly.It was found that everyone was just looking at the flashing mobile phone in their hands, and no one noticed his abnormality.

Because of the epidemic, everyone was wearing masks, which alienated the people in this indifferent metropolis, which just relieved the embarrassment in Ning Xiaobei's heart.

"Dad..."

Ning Xiaobei swiped open his phone and clicked on Ning Jianguo's profile picture.

Dad's head portrait is the same as that of most Chinese dads, either high mountains and flowing water, or rose flowers blooming, and Buddhism and health preservation.

In the dialog box, dozens of unread voice messages were stacked together. Ning Xiaobei plugged in the earphones and clicked the button to play.

——Son, are you coming back for dinner today?Dad cooked your favorite braised bamboo shoots and prawns.

——Son, tomorrow is Sunday, isn't your company closed on Sunday?

——Son, what’s frozen in the refrigerator are the steamed buns that Dad asked someone to buy from Wuxi.Don't you like to eat Wuxi Xiaolong the most? If you want to eat it, put it on the steamer and heat it up.

--son……

--son……

Dad is old and has poor eyesight, so he can only speak.But Ning Xiaobei is so busy with work, he can't wait to break 1 minute into 2 minutes, how can he have time to listen to these voice messages that can be as short as ten seconds or as long as 1 minute.

Thinking about it, it was all about eating, drinking, messing around, trivial matters, and he basically didn’t know how to click on it at all. He perfunctorily wrote answers like “Yes”, “Understood”, and “I’ll talk about it when I get home”, and then sent it back. He didn't even think about how uncomfortable his father felt when he saw this cold answer.

Now he finally has time to sit down and listen to the greetings from his father one by one, every sentence and every word is full of the old father's affection, but at this moment, they are already different from each other.

It really echoes the old saying - the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, the child wants to support but the relatives don't wait.

And dad, the dad who loves him so much, he doesn't even have any blood relationship with him...

Tears blurred Ning Xiaobei's vision, and he covered his mouth and nose covered by the mask, letting the tears fall from the corners of his eyes.

"Xiao Bei...Xiao Bei, wake up..."

Feeling that someone was patting his cheek, Ning Xiaobei frowned and opened his eyes.I don't know if I don't look at it, but I was startled when I saw five or six unfamiliar and familiar aunts, uncles, old men and old ladies looking down at me.

"Wake up, wake up, obediently, you scared me so much that I almost died."

An aunt with a dozen hair rollers on her head patted her chest and said with a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Bei, Ah, the spicy place is not astringent (what else is uncomfortable)? Your grandma is going to be scared to death by you."

The aunt who spoke Yangzhou dialect pointed to the pale old lady of the Ning family behind her, and said with lingering fear.

"Yang... Mama Yang? I'm not feeling sick."

Ning Xiaobei sat up clutching his head, and found that he had left the second floor at some point, and was lying on the spring stool in the living room on the first floor.

The Yangzhou aunt "Mother Yang" in front of her, as well as several mothers from the Wu family, grandma from the Zhang family, and the old man from the Song family, are all old neighbors in this alley, and they all crowded into her own house.

etc?Hasn't that dream already woken up?Why did it go on again?

Ning Xiaobei was confused again for a moment.

"It must be because I didn't eat breakfast, so my blood sugar was low, and I rolled down the stairwell."

The old man of the Song family had his hands behind his back, white eyebrows and white hair, and a fairy-like demeanor.

He raised his head, pointed to the untouched breakfast on the table with his chin, and said firmly, "My great-grandson did the same thing a few days ago. He slept in and didn't eat breakfast during the summer vacation. How could it be? Yi fell from the gate of No. [-] I fell all the way to the door of No. [-], my front teeth almost fell out, and I was beaten up by Dad Yi, and now I absolutely dare not skip breakfast."

Everyone nodded and echoed what the old man said.

Ning Xiaobei stroked his stomach that was rumbling with hunger, then shook his mushy head, and nodded accordingly.

"Oh, you didn't know just now. My family steamed Yangzhou big meat buns today, and I want to give Xiaobei a taste. I called downstairs for a long time and no one answered. I was still wondering. But I heard 'ping' There was a ringing of bells, bangs, bangs, and I opened the door to take a look, and saw the little guy rolling down the stairs. His head hit the stairs, and I was so scared that half of my soul flew away..."

Mother Yang described it vividly, and grandma's face turned from white to red with anger.

"I told Lennon when I went out in the morning, don't jump up and down the stairs like a hozen. How comfortable is it when you fall down now? Someone called your father's factory just now, and your father will be in a while When you come back, let him give him a 'shashaqi' (thoroughly) meal, and you will know the pain."

Mrs. Ning intended to scare this disobedient grandson, who knew that before she finished speaking, Ning Xiaobei jumped up from the stool, grabbed her arm, shook her twice, with a look on her face. He asked excitedly, "Really? Dad is coming back? Dad is really coming back? Great!"

Great, I can finally see my father, even in a dream!

Ning Xiaobei was overjoyed, but it frightened the neighbors. They all began to speculate whether Ning Xiaobei had broken his head.

"Jianguo is back."

At the entrance of the alley, someone yelled.

This is the case with old houses. It is clear at a glance who enters and who exits.

The downside is that all the neighbors know exactly who has guests or "hair feet" (boyfriends and girlfriends who are going to get married).The good thing is that these old men and women won't let strangers have a chance to sneak into the alley at all.Therefore, except for closing the door at night, every household keeps the door open during the day, which is more reassuring than the security of any community later, and the access control system is more reassuring.

Ning Xiaobei's ears pricked up all of a sudden, he raised his head, and looked towards the gate.

A tall figure in blue overalls and a white hat stepped in from the gate and walked quickly towards the main room.

"Xiaobei! Are you okay, Xiaobei?"

The man shouted anxiously at the crowd in the main room.

"Dad!"

Ning Xiaobei pushed away the legs of aunts, uncles, grandparents standing in front of him, opened his arms, and ran towards Ning Jianguo.

"Daddy daddy……"

Ning Xiaobei hugged Ning Jianguo's waist with both hands, leaned back hard, and greedily looked at the "long-farewell" face in front of him.

He saw his father's pointed chin, with a faint cyan stubble.

He saw the two looming dimples at the corners of his mouth, he saw his straight nose bridge and thick eyebrows.

Ning Jianguo was a handsome man praised by everyone in the nearby alleys. Until he was in high school, when Ning Xiaobei went shopping with his father occasionally, he could always see the astonishing gazes of women casting on him.

He put his arms around Ning Jianguo's strong waist, and the smell of machine oil that he was familiar with when he was a child wafted from the overalls, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

Ning Jianguo, who is only 36 years old this year, is young and healthy.

Thinking of the white-haired, thin and hunchbacked corpse at the farewell ceremony, Ning Xiaobei felt a piercing pain in his heart.

"Xiaobei, what can you do? Why is your face so pale? Dad will take you to the hospital!"

Ning Jianguo picked up his son, looked at his pale face, and asked worriedly.

"Dad..."

Tears dripped from Ning Xiaobei's eyes, he stretched out his hands, hugged Ning Jianguo's neck tightly, and burst into tears.

Dad, I miss you so much...so much, so much...

Because of being too excited, my chest began to feel tight.He was panting so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"It's terrible, Xiaobei fainted again!"

His eyes turned black for a while, and there were bursts of snowflakes in front of his eyes, like a broken TV set.Before fainting, the last thing Ning Xiaobei heard was Mother Yang's exclamation.

"Sir, sir, are you all right?"

Ning Xiaobei was woken up by someone shaking him vigorously, and a group of subway staff looked at him nervously.He found that his mask had been taken off at some point, and he was lying flat in the carriage.A staff member noticed that the passenger next to him took out his mobile phone and wanted to take a video, so he hurried forward to stop it.

"I...I can't breathe. Hey, my medicine..."

Ning Xiaobei clutched his chest, took out an aerosol from his messenger bag, shook it a few times, then hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth, and pressed it down hard.

After about ten seconds, the stuffy feeling was finally relieved, and Ning Xiaobei let out a long breath.

Seeing the blush gradually appearing on his face, the staff surrounding him were also relieved.

"Sir, you may be bored by wearing a mask for a long time. You should get off the car and go to our office to have a rest. If you are really uncomfortable, we will have colleagues to accompany you to the hospital."

The staff crouched beside him and said softly.

Ning Xiaobei looked at the curious eyes of the passengers around him, touched his chest, and followed the staff to get off the subway at the next stop.

When he got off the bus, he looked up at the stop sign of the station, and found that he had only sat for three stops before he had an asthma attack.

So in such a short time just now, he had a dream again, and this dream was connected with the one in the morning?

Thinking of the father he saw in the "dream" just now, Ning Xiaobei felt dizzy again. Fortunately, the subway personnel around him stepped forward to help him in time, and they walked into the subway office together.

Xiao Bei...

In the dream, Ning Jianguo's voice calling him anxiously seemed to be still in his ears, and Ning Xiaobei's fingers trembled slightly.

If possible, I really don't want to wake up from that dream...

The author has something to say:

The spicy local is not astringent, Yangzhou dialect. "Here and there" is "this spicy piece"

Shashabobo, Shanghai dialect, powerful, probably converted from Ningbo dialect.There are so many people from Ningbo in Shanghai that even "Ala" is actually a Ningbo dialect.

Maojiao, a Shanghai dialect, refers to male and female friends who are going to get married.Maojiao door-to-door means that a man and a woman have reached an agreement and go to each other's home to meet their parents.