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

On Friday night, when Ding Zheyang came home from school, he took out his keys and opened the door. Suddenly, two black shadows appeared from behind him, one on the left and the other on the right.

Ding Zheyang shook his hands in fright, and the keychain fell to the ground with a "crash".

"What are you going to do?"

Ding Zheyang held his schoolbag in both hands, and looked back——in the dark corridor, two "impermanent ghosts", one black and one white, were smiling ferociously at him, and Ding Zheyang let out a shrill scream.

"Yangyang, what's the matter?"

The aunt in the next-door unit happened to go out to take out the trash. Seeing three people standing in front of Ding's house, she couldn't help asking curiously.

"Hello Auntie."

Fan Xia turned around abruptly and grinned at the other party, "We are all Ding Zheyang's classmates, and we are going to play at his house today."

"Hello Auntie."

Ning Xiaobei followed Fan Xia and bowed, then pulled Ding Zheyang's thin shoulders and leaned against him, "Let's come to Yangyang's house to do homework together."

Compared to Fan Xia, he was more like a "good boy" in his whiteness. The woman saw that they were all wearing the same No. [-] Middle School uniform, and immediately she didn't suspect him, nodded, and walked downstairs with a garbage bag.

Before Ding Zheyang recovered, Fan Xia picked up the key that had fallen on the ground, unlocked the door, and pushed the door open.

"Hey, who allowed you to come in! Who is 'good friends' with you!"

Ding Zheyang couldn't help shouting when he saw these two people barging into his house talking to themselves.

"Wow, 'Shangzhijiao' is 'Shangzhijiao'. You can see the Oriental Pearl Tower outside your window."

Can't wait to turn on the lights in the house, Fan Xia couldn't help exclaiming as soon as he entered the door.

Only one glass window facing them received the whole bright neon.This window faced the direction of the Huangpu River obliquely, and the light bulbs on the Oriental Pearl Tower flickered, and the red light emitted lit up the whole room.

At this time, Pudong Lujiazui did not have the world-famous "three-piece kitchen" in the future - the "syringe" Jinmao Tower is now under construction, the "bottle opener" and "egg beater", the World Financial Center and the Shanghai Center There is not even a shadow of the building.However, more than a dozen high-rise buildings have risen from the ground, and the bright light from the glass exterior walls has lit up the night sky in Pudong.

And looking from the other side, the Bund International Buildings winding along the riverside reflect the atmospheric yellow lights, which is also a beautiful scenery.

"Wow, wait until the National Day is a few days away, can I come to your house to watch the National Day fireworks? I can see it clearly from this angle."

Fan Xia propped his hands on the window sill, turned around excitedly and said.

"There's something wrong with you guys."

Ding Zheyang pressed the light switch at the entrance and turned on the lights in the living room.Then he walked quickly to the window, roughly pushed Fan Xia away, and lowered the curtains on both sides of the window, completely blocking out the light outside.

"What National Day, what fireworks, who asked you to come? How can you talk to yourself like that?"

By the end, he was almost roaring.

Fortunately, this pre-liberation apartment is all made of thickened concrete, which has a much better sound insulation effect than the thin boards of Tongzilou in Gongxin Village, otherwise the neighbors would come knocking on the door.

"Who is talking to himself?"

As Ning Xiaobei said, he stretched out his arms, took out a pair of vises glowing with silver light from his schoolbag, and gestured in front of Ding Zheyang.

The other party's face changed suddenly, it was paler than the fluorescent lights above their heads.

"As a student, you bring this kind of thing to school, and sneak into the carport during class time, what do you want to do?"

"Who told my mother - 'I and Ning Xiaobei are good friends'?"

Ning Xiaobei put the vise on the side coffee table, took a step forward, lowered his head and smiled at Ding Zheyang who was trembling with fear.

"Tell me, 'good friend.'"

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At nine o'clock in the evening, Chen Lili, who smelled of alcohol, staggered back to her home through the corridor covered with the dark green printed flower wallpaper popular in the 40s and covered with delicate mosaic tiles.

"Hiccup..."

She put one hand on the door frame and slapped her cheek with her right hand, as if she thought that she could get rid of the residual alcohol smell on her body through such a move.

The woman took out the key, opened and closed her drunken eyes, and finally aimed at the keyhole. Before she could turn the doorknob, she saw the door was opened from the inside, and two short figures stood at the entrance, exactly opposite her. face to face.

"Hi, mother Ding Zheyang."

"Hello Auntie."

The two brothers, who were carrying their schoolbags and were about to go home, greeted Chen Lili, scaring the woman so much that she almost hiccupped again, and hurriedly covered it with her hands.

"You... oh, I've seen 'Xiaobei'. This black one is 'Xiaoxia'."

Chen Lili pointed at Fan Xia excitedly.

The corner of Fan Xia's mouth twitched—what does "this black man" mean? How does Ding Zheyang usually tell his mother about himself at home.

"Did Xiaobei and Xiaoxia come to my house to play?"

Chen Lili was very happy, she took both hands together, "Why are you leaving? Have you eaten yet? Auntie will cook for you."

"Mom, I don't even need to check what time it is, we've already finished eating."

Ding Zheyang looked angrily at his mother, who smelled of alcohol, and turned his head aside in disdain.

"Yeah...it's so late."

Chen Lili put her hand on her cheek in embarrassment.

"Are you going home? Auntie will send you off."

Since she was a child, this was the first time she saw her son bring his classmates home to play, so she couldn't help but get a little excited.

"Auntie, Yangyang is going to send us away, isn't it, 'good friend'?"

As Ning Xiaobei said, he turned around and pulled Ding Zheyang's shoulder, forcing him to squat down to change his shoes.

Ding Zheyang was so blocked that he had nothing to say, so he took the initiative to open the door and stood in the corridor.

"Hey, next time you come, you must tell auntie in advance. Auntie asks for leave to cook for you at home. What do you like to eat, tell Yangyang, do you like Japanese food? Auntie can also cook Western food."

Chen Lili looked at the two young men reluctantly.

"Okay. Be sure to tell Auntie in advance next time. Then let's go first."

"Goodbye, Auntie."

The three of them walked through the corridor and walked down the carved stairs.Just now when they came up after dinner, they took the most old-fashioned elevator. Even Ning Xiaobei can only see it in movies that reflect the old Shanghai style.

The elevator door is a black cross iron fence, and a woman with disheveled hair is sitting inside. When she sees Ding Zheyang, she presses the button for the third floor without a word, gets up and closes the fence, making a "crash" sound.

Now the woman in charge of the elevator is off work, and the elevator doors are locked, so everyone has to go down the stairs obediently.

"When you came home just now, why didn't you take the elevator up?"

Fan Xia thought suddenly.

If Ding Zheyang chose to take the elevator instead of the stairs when he came home, then they might have been exposed in advance.

"That girl..."

Holding the crabapple-colored wooden handrail at the corner of the stairs, Ding Zheyang turned to look at them, and said in a low voice, "I think she looks like a ghost..."

After he finished speaking, he paused, pointed to the dim yellow magnolia-shaped street lamp on the ceiling and said, "The corridors, stairwells, and garbage rooms here all seem to have ghosts."

It is still an old ghost of the old society that has been dormant for 100 years. The men wear suits and ties, and the women wear cheongsams and have curly hair.It's just that their clothes and flesh are rotten and dilapidated, just like the peeling wall skin in the corner.

They emerge in the corner where no one is, and follow behind you.You turn around, look back, and there's just a piece of rotten wooden wainscoting -- they've all shrunk into there, and when you turn your head around, they're coming out of there again.

"do not talk!"

Just when a gust of cold wind blew past, Fan Xia suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

"There are so many people living here, where did the ghost come from? You have watched too many horror movies!"

Last week, Fan Xia and Ning Xiaobei were watching the most popular Japanese horror movie "Midnight Ring" in his father's store at home, so scared that they couldn't fall asleep all night, and the lights were turned on all night.Originally, he would have forgotten about it, but when Ding Zheyang mentioned it in such a sullen tone, he immediately remembered it.

"Many people live here, but I'm alone..."

Ding Zheyang lowered his head and whispered.

The three of them walked downstairs. As expected, this place is in the city center. After this point, the road was still buzzing with people, which made people feel particularly safe.Fan Xia and Ning Xiaobei first bent to the carport at the back of the building to pick up the car, then turned around and were about to head home.

"Well, you can come..."

Just as the two of them got on their bicycles and were about to leave, Ding Zheyang said suddenly to their backs.It's just that the streets outside are too noisy, the sound of cooking at the roadside stalls, the voices of tourists, and the cries of vendors almost cover up the weak voices that are barely audible.

"What did you say?"

Just when Ding Zheyang saw that they were about to leave without any reaction, and lowered their heads dejectedly, Ning Xiaobei jumped out of the car, tilted his head and looked at him with a smile.

"I said, I said you can come to my house..."

Ding Zheyang pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, and the thick lenses reflected the neon lights of the store opposite, "Come to my house to watch the National Day fireworks."

"Okay. That's it."

Ning Xiaobei smiled and nodded, "I brought snacks with Fan Xia that day. We will go to Nanjing Road and the Bund to watch the lights, and then go to your house to watch the fireworks show."

"Okay... it's done."

Ding Zheyang raised his head in surprise and nodded vigorously.

"Goodbye, see you on Monday."

Fan Xia got on the bike and waved at him.

Ding Zheyang turned and walked towards the century-old apartment where his home was located until he could no longer see the two of them.He stepped on the wooden stair board, and the floor made a scream of "creak".

Ding Zheyang clenched his fists, arched his back, and ran upstairs quickly.

"Wow, the ghost story that kid told me just now scared me to death."

As the bicycle passed the Suzhou Creek, the bustling lights gradually faded away. The closer to the residential area where the Workers' New Village is located, the fewer cars and people there were, and the two couldn't help but speed up their pedaling.

Although Shanghai is promoting opening-up, "one year a year, three years a big change", but compared with the traditional Huangpu Commercial Street in Jing'an and the prime location where Jiandeli is located, these newly built new villages are somewhat remote.After the municipal construction was carried out at the end of 2000 and a large number of public houses were built, they will gradually become prosperous.

"He's not telling ghost stories. It's kind of scary that he lives alone in such a big house."

Ning Xiaobei shook his head, never imagined that Ding Zheyang lived such a life.

In the past, his parents worked overseas, and he lived in the east for three days and the west for three days. He was wandering, but at least three meals a day were guaranteed.But now that the parents are back, they can't even eat hot food.

The couple receive tour groups throughout the year, and the family of three don't see each other several times a month.Usually before he got up in the morning, his parents had already driven the bus to the downstairs of the hotel and waited for him to be picked up.When he fell asleep at night, his parents didn't come home.

Mom is better, just send the tour group guests to the hotel.His father would also take those Japanese men with malicious intentions to Hengshan Road or the bars and clubs in the Gubei area to "have fun" with Japanese sex embryos, and he couldn't get out until midnight.

"Boss, I feel really happy now."

Looking at the moon in the sky, Fan Xia sighed and said, "Although that kid Ding Zheyang has a father and a mother, he might as well have no father and mother like me...not all of them. Anyway, I followed my uncle and accidentally took it from my parents." Life with pocket money is much more comfortable than him. And your dad, how kind to you, right?"

"Ah."

Ning Xiaobei nodded.I remembered what the adult Ding Zheyang, who was imprisoned in the detention center, said to himself in the "real world"——

"Ning Xiaobei, since you were young, you beat me up and beat me in everything. Why do you think I hate you? That's right, I deliberately lied to your father. Who told you that your life is so easy."

"I'm jealous of you, I'm so jealous of you, I want to see you deflated and I want to go crazy."

He has always wondered why Ding Zheyang envied his single-parent family. He hated himself and even hated his father.

Just now when he and Fan Xia broke into Ding Zheyang's house and took out the vise from his bag, this guy was so scared that he almost knelt on the ground.

He and Fan Xia stepped forward to help him up, only to find that this guy's arms were covered with bruises—it wasn't his parents who beat him, but Geng Enhua who beat him up.

That guy didn't just bully Chang Leyun alone, Ding Zheyang was the one he bullied the most among the boys.

When Yan Bingru was around before, she didn't dare to be too blatant because of her face.But since he changed to a Sui Jun who didn't accept gifts and treated all his classmates equally, this guy became even more aggressive.

Although Ding Zheyang's parents don't care about him, they still have enough pocket money every month.But he couldn't stand Geng Enhua's frequent blackmail.In the past, it was fine to give a few dollars a day, but since Yan Bingru left, this guy's appetite has grown, and he has to ask him every day for ten dollars, 20 yuan, and it will be doubled before the weekend.

Ding Zheyang couldn't keep asking his parents for pocket money, so he didn't even have money to buy dinner, so he had to live on instant noodles.If Ning Xiaobei and the others hadn't invited him to eat rice bowls at the small restaurant downstairs, this guy would have eaten instant noodles again.

"If I don't give him money, he will beat me up."

Ding Zheyang rolled up his sleeves, exposing his matchstick-like arms, and lifted his school uniform to show them his bruised stomach, "I can't take it anymore...so, that's why I used a vise to put the steel on his bicycle that day. The note was cut off. I didn’t want him to die, really, I just wanted to rest at home for two more days after he was injured, and just don’t come to school to ask me for money.”

Ding Zheyang said, tears streaming down his face.

Who knew that Geng Enhua's physical fitness was so good, and he just knocked a tooth after falling such a big somersault, and he came to class again after a day's rest.

Perhaps in order to vent his anger, he beat up Ding Zheyang again when he arrived at school without saying a word, and then took away all his pocket money for a week.The euphemistic name is - nutrition fee.

The more Ding Zheyang thought about it, the more angry he became, he couldn't help but tried to do the trick again while he was free in physical education class, and wanted to tamper with his bicycle again, but he was caught by Ning Xiaobei.

"Please, don't tell my parents, or the teacher. I don't want them to know, please."

Ding Zheyang cried while talking, crying so loudly that his whole body shivered like a little chick wet by the rain.

"The last time I wrote a report letter to report Teacher Yan, my dad scolded me. He spent so much money on me, and my grades went back. If they knew about this, my dad would really Scold me and kill me, please..."

Fan Xia was the most difficult to deal with him at first, and when he heard this, he punched the air twice angrily.

"Then what should we do, should he continue to bully you? Ahhh, I'm so mad!"

Little Heipi is born with a chivalrous heart, and he can't see others suffering, even Ding Zheyang, whom he hated in the past.

Ning Xiaobei squinted at him, thinking that if I hadn't saved you in time, you would be another "Geng Enhua", who bullied me a lot in the "real world".

But Fan Xia was right, this matter had to be resolved, otherwise Ding Zheyang really didn't know what kind of radical things he would do.

After all, he is a person who has eaten "prison food" after growing up... This low self-esteem and weakness, but also has an extreme personality. If he doesn't correct it as soon as possible, big trouble will happen sooner or later.

"Hey, boss, did you hear what I said?"

Fan Xia called Ning Xiaobei several times, seeing that he was immersed in his own thoughts, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to push him.

"what happened?"

Ning Xiaobei raised his head with a smile, his delicate eyebrows reflected the lights of Wanjia not far away, and Fan Xia was suddenly stunned by the gentleness with fireworks.

"I...I mean..."

Fan Xia blinked, and for some reason, he lowered his head guiltily, and said in a low voice, "You can't pick him up for dinner..."

"what?"

Ning Xiaobei was taken aback.

"I mean, although he is very pitiful and miserable. But you are not allowed to take him back to your house for dinner, and you are not allowed to accept him as a younger brother, do you hear me?"

He should be the only one who can go to the Ning's house for dinner, and now it's enough to add Chang Leyun who is next door occasionally.

As for the younger brother, Lin Ziying is actually enough, Ding Zheyang can't fight, can't be a "red stick", his brain is not the best, can't be a "white paper fan", it is useless to accept it.

"Why are you laughing, I'm serious!"

Seeing that Ning Xiaobei laughed inexplicably, Fan Xia couldn't help but said loudly.

"Well, well, I know, I know."

Ning Xiaobei smiled and nodded.

This "black cat sheriff" is actually jealous of his classmates. Adolescent teenagers are really sick.

Thinking about it, he leaned forward and stroked the bristling hair on Fan Xia's head, "I know, I won't bring anyone home for dinner again. You are special...Little Heipi."

"what?"

Fan Xia was making a fuss, thinking that Ning Xiaobei was trying to put him off, when he heard this sentence, his ears perked up.

"What did you just say?"

"I said I wouldn't take him home for dinner."

As Ning Xiaobei said, he stepped on the pedal of the bicycle and shot out like an arrow off the string.

"I mean the latter sentence! What is the latter sentence?"

Even the night and dark skin couldn't hide Fan Xia's blush that almost flooded to the back of his neck, he pedaled vigorously on the car, and rushed up in a hurry.

"What am I?"

"You are little black skin!"

"Not this one! A little bit ahead."

Laughter spilled all over the deserted streets.

The author has something to say:

Resolutely oppose all campus bullying!