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

"Rumble..."

A sound of thunder came from far and near from the sky. Dou, the security guard sitting in the school guard room, put down the half-read newspaper, stuck his head out of the window, and looked at the dark sky.

The dark clouds covered the entire sky, and the air seemed so humid that water could be wrung out.At this time, it is almost the end of May and the beginning of June, and it is the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. It is also the time of the year with the most rain and the most annoying time.

"Hey, classmate, where are you going during class time?"

Just as Lao Dou was about to close the window, he saw a student walking slowly from the student carport pushing a bicycle.

"Hi uncle, I'm Ning Xiaobei from the first preparatory class. I'm sick. This is the sick leave form issued to me by the teacher in the clinic."

Ning Xiaobei raised his head, his fair face was covered with an abnormal blush, and even his breathing was a little stagnant, "The teacher allowed me to skip class in the afternoon and go home to rest for half a day."

It may be that last night was too stuffy, he was greedy for the cold and turned on the lucky fan all night, but unfortunately he was "successful".His asthma has not recurred for a long time since the Chinese New Year, and he is also careless, not taking good care of his body.

Lao Dou took the slip and made sure that it was signed by the clinic and head teacher, then he got up and went out, and opened the small iron gate beside him.

"Hey, classmate, are you really okay? I see that your face is burning red. Why don't you call me and ask your parents to pick you up. Can you still ride home like this? "

"My house is very close to the school, and I will be there in a while. Thank you uncle."

Ning Xiaobei shook his head, pushed the bike out of the iron gate, tried twice, finally got on the bike seat, and rode slowly towards Gonggong Xincun.

It wasn't that he was trying to be brave and refused to let Ning Jianguo come to pick him up, but that when she was in Yan Bingru's office just now, she had made two phone calls to his home, but no one answered.

Ning Jianguo was preparing for a major event during this time, so he was often away from home.

Ning Xiaobei heard from his father that it seemed that Aunt Wang downstairs had heard from an acquaintance that there was an agency canteen in the textile system looking for someone to contract it, and asked him if he wanted to try it.

After hearing this, Uncle Zhao felt that this was a good opportunity and advised him to take the contract quickly.

Firstly, the office canteen is stable, unlike those units and factories that are in a precarious situation today, and they don’t know what will happen tomorrow.

Secondly, Ning Jianguo himself has a national second-level chef certificate, which does not count as a "hard-working company". Originally, the food of the third shoe factory is also well-known in the system.

It turned out that after the shoe factory closed down, the workers in the cafeteria were also laid off.If this "women's army" can be pulled up and contracted for the office canteen, it will not only solve the employment problem of a group of laid-off women; but also can continue to maintain Ning Jianguo's original status as an employee of the textile, shoe and hat system, then he insisted not to buy out The length of service can continue.

Although the idea is good, and there are people like Aunt Wang who can pave the way for him, but after all, Ning Jianguo has been doing fine work for more than ten years, and eats technical food.Contracting a canteen is not the same as cooking for himself, he is a complete layman.

The most important thing is that if you really plan to start over, you will need to invest a lot of money in the early stage.Although Ning Jianguo had worked for so many years and had a small amount of savings, but if he really planned to hire a team to run the cafeteria, it would be a drop in the bucket.

But Uncle Zhao and Aunt Wang are very supportive of him.These two are now the bosses of their own companies. One opened a shop on Xiangyang Road for domestic sales, and the other rented an office in South Wharf for foreign trade.Although it is not long since I started my business, I have already started to achieve good results based on the network foundation and sales channels I have laid in the unit.Both of them expressed their willingness to spend part of the funds to invest in Dad's new business and become his shareholders.

Ning Xiaobei thought that Ning Jianguo might be busy with business again, so he might as well go home by himself.

Opening the door, Ning Xiaobei threw down the key, lay down on the sofa in the living room, and closed his eyes tiredly.

The sound of "slapping" rain came from the window, which was the sound of raindrops hitting the green waterproof awning.The sound of the rain gradually increased, occasionally mixed with muffled thunder.

Ning Xiaobei dozed off, woke up and saw the clock hanging on the wall, and found that he had slept for more than half an hour without knowing it.

He coughed twice and felt that his throat was burning|hot, so he got up and went to the kitchen to pour water.

Standing by the bed in the kitchen, Ning Xiaobei faintly heard music coming from downstairs, soft and melodious, it was Dad's favorite song "I Only Care About You" by Teresa Teng.

"Dad is at Uncle Zhao's house?"

Ning Xiaobei put down his cup, opened the door, and walked to the second floor.

—Where would I be if I hadn't met you?

Miss Deng sang softly, Ning Xiaobei faltered.

——How is life going, should life be cherished?

Holding on to the railing with both hands, he saw the rain pouring down from the outside of the building through the carved brick wall.

—Maybe know someone, live an ordinary life.

Walking to the door of Room 216, Ning Xiaobei just raised his hand to knock on the door, but found that the door was ajar, and the singing was coming from inside.

——I don’t know if there will be love as sweet as honey?

On weekdays, even if the door was open, Ning Xiaobei would knock on the door, and would only push the door open after getting permission from the owner.

But at this moment, perhaps because his brain was burnt out, or because of a strange coincidence, his hand was suspended in the air for a moment, and then he gently pushed the door open.

What came into view was a curtain, a dark curtain.

Ning Xiaobei was stunned, unable to figure out why there was such a curtain hanging at the junction of Zhao's living room and the entrance.

Then he saw a red light shining from above the curtain.

"Are you taking photos?"

He guessed.

Ever since Fan Xia brought back that Canon camera and a dozen film rolls on his last outing, the machine has never been returned.

Zhao Jingwen's company happened to have a new batch of fashions on the market. He was very smart and directly requisitioned this camera.Then I found a few tall, good-looking girls wearing new clothes and took pictures, planning to post them on the glass window at the entrance of the shop as an advertisement.

These clothes are all "smart goods" and "high-end goods" that he obtained from Guangzhou and Shenzhen through the special channels he used to run business in the past. They are all styles that are not very popular in Shanghai at present.

The clothing business on Xiangyang Road is highly competitive. In order to prevent his colleagues from "prying samples", he will not let people have the opportunity to get samples of clothes before they are officially put on the shelves.So these photos were developed by him himself, instead of being sent to an outside photocopy agency for development.

"Uncle Zhao, is my dad here?"

Ning Xiaobei took a step forward and asked in a low voice.

He didn't dare to rush in. If the curtain was opened and the photos of the victim were exposed, the loss would not be a little bit or two.

——As time flies by, I only care about you.

The singing voice from the tape recorder was as viscous as the rain outside the window, with steaming steam and mist covering Ning Xiaobei's almost inaudible voice.

"uncle……"

Ning Xiaobei touched his aching chest, and just wanted to raise his voice to ask again.Only the part of the curtain was heard, and there was a gasp.

It's panting, and it's also a muffled hum, with a few traces of weakness, like a gossamer, melting into the water vapor in the room.

Ning Xiaobei was stunned.

It was Ning Jianguo's voice.

"Why did you go out to take pictures with Xiao Wang and the others... and deliberately chose it when I was on a business trip. What do you mean? If I hadn't seen this roll of film, how long would you have kept it from me?"

Zhao Jingwen's deep voice sounded, the tone was full of danger, with an unquestionable possessive desire.

Ning Xiaobei lowered his head.

There was a gap between the drooping curtain and the floor, and he watched the dark red light pouring out of the gap, like red blood, flowing on his white running shoes.

"Xiaobei...he wants a mother."

Ning Jianguo spoke in a low voice, and then let out a low moan suddenly.

Ning Xiaobei took half a step back.

—Willing to infect your breath.

Miss Deng in the tape recorder sighed.

"So, you are going to marry Xiao Wang? For the sake of your son, are you going to abandon me?"

Zhao Jingwen asked angry questions one after another.

At the same time, what responded was Ning Jianguo's small cry, which was similar to a baby crying.

Crashing, the sound of water in the developing solution of the film was intertwined with the rain outside the window.

"No, I begged Xiao Wang to help me...I want Xiao Bei to be happy."

"You want Xiaobei to be happy, so you want to marry her?"

"No...Xiaobei has never met his mother, and never lived a life of a 'normal family'. I just want to satisfy him once. Even if it's fake...uh..."

Sudden high-pitched whimpers drowned out the singing on the tape recorder.

Ning Xiaobei crossed his hands and tightly covered his mouth.

"Xiao Wang, she just helped me once. She has someone she likes. Really, the person she likes is not me."

The red light was projected on the curtain, printing black silhouettes, and the sound of fabric rubbing against his ears made Ning Xiaobei feel that his legs were not stepping on the solid wooden floor, but in the clouds.

The conversation disappeared, and the two people behind the curtain knocked something on the table, making a "bang" sound, the table legs rubbed against the floor tiles, the sound of rain gradually sounded, and the moisture formed a ball.

Just before turning around and running out the gate, Ning Xiaobei heard the sound of a broken bowstring exploding from his body.

While running, he turned his head, and the white mist chased after him.

White mist drifted across the corridor, leaving sweat stains on the walls.Sweat stains seeped into the dark yellow wall skin, forming mildew spots unique to the rainy season.Over time, overlapping mildew spots piled up in the corners of the walls and under the window sills, forming weird black peonies.

Ning Xiaobei ran up to the second floor and pushed open the door.He didn't even change his shoes, hugged his knees with his hands, curled up under the sofa, stared at the black TV screen with dull eyes.

He picked up the remote control on the coffee table, turned on the TV, and switched from one to eight, but there was not a single program.Either snowflakes, or multicolored round grids, or simply put letters: The TV station signal is being adjusted.

That's right, it's Tuesday afternoon. In the past, every day on this day, the TV station had to rest for half a day, and there would be no programs until the evening news broadcast.

Ning Xiaobei turned off the TV and continued to be in a daze.

After about five or six minutes, he heard a cough from the next door, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open—it was the old lady who lived in Room 6 and got up after taking a nap.

Ning Xiaobei got up in a daze, walked back to the entrance, took off his shoes, and walked back to his room.I completely emptied my body and lay down on the small bed.

God knows that when he came up from the second floor just now, he actually closed the door for them!

He couldn't help admiring himself.

The sound insulation effect of the tube building was extremely poor. He opened his eyes wide and listened to the sound of chairs being dragged outside the door.As usual at this time, the old lady would sit outside the house with a wicker chair, listening to the radio while waiting for her daughter-in-law to pick up her grandson from kindergarten after work.

——With mandarin ducks and mandarin ducks, it's a pity that your Yingtai is not a female red makeup.

After the initial noise, an excerpt of "Farewell to the Eighteen" by Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai from Shaoxing opera came over the radio.

The old lady's ears are not good, and she usually talks "bang bang bang bang" is not counted, and the radio and TV at home are always turned on to the maximum volume.

Brother Shan Bo's voice completely overwhelmed Teresa Teng's "sexy voice" downstairs.

Ning Xiaobei suddenly felt so cold that it made people shiver uncontrollably.

He pulled the thin quilt that was folded on the bed and covered himself.I also felt that You didn't think it was enough, so I simply shrank my head in.

——Avalokitesvara is the matchmaker, and I will come to worship with you, Brother Liang.

——The more you talk about it, the more absurd the virtuous brother is, how can two men pay homage to the church?

A voice as soft as glutinous rice came from the door next door, like two women and two men.

They asked and answered, and they talked to themselves.

He asked him to read more articles and concentrate more. He said that he never dared to look at Guanyin.

Ning Xiaobei closed his eyes tightly, feeling as if he was surrounded by some kind of liquid, ups and downs, ups and downs, no way to go to the sky, and seamless to the ground.

He saw white light and then red light, and for a while he felt that he was naked in the rain downstairs, and for a while he felt like a film, being soaked in red liquid.

While a gust of hot air gushed down from his forehead, a burst of cold air rose from the soles of his feet again, overwhelming tiredness and powerlessness invaded his whole body, Ning Xiaobei finally gave up struggling and threw himself into the darkness.

The setting sun gradually sank, and the orange-red mottled light and shadow on the glass window projected on the slightly flushed face of the sleeping teenager.

The rain outside the window has no intention of stopping, and a figure walks in the hazy and thick water vapor.

He opened the bedroom door, knelt down beside the bed, and anxiously pushed the sleeping boy's shoulders.

Ning Xiaobei seemed to feel something, half-opened his eyes, looked at the top of the figure beside him, and smiled weakly.

It's ridiculous...

he said heartily.

It turns out that what I always thought was not what I once thought...

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