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

When Ning Xiaobei woke up, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was still stuck in 1996.

It seems that sleep will not trigger the conversion of the two worlds, and the sleeping pills in "that world" are considered a waste of money.

After staying in the hospital for two days, another set of physical examinations was done. The doctor confirmed that Ning Xiaobei had recovered, and finally approved him to be discharged from the hospital.

In the past two days, Ning Xiaobei has completely gotten used to being a primary school student, and gradually remembered the names of long-lost neighbors and classmates.

Ning Xiaobei faintly felt that he is now a 30-year-old "old ghost", lurking in the body of a child, and there was an inexplicable pleasure in his heart.

He kind of understands the mentality of those old guys who "take their homes and rebirth" in later generations of online articles. This feeling of grasping the future direction of the world is really great.

"Dad, aren't we going home?"

Sitting on the front beam of the [-]-bar bicycle, Ning Xiaobei raised his head, looked at Ning Jianguo's unshaven chin, and asked curiously.

"Eat first, and then go home after eating. Allah, go and have a good meal, and go to get rid of bad luck."

Ning Jianguo held on to the handlebars with both hands, and happily pressed his chin on the top of his son's head.

"Today, I'm extravagant and went to 'Little Shaoxing' to eat three yellow chickens. Your grandma has already gone by car. After eating the three yellow chickens, I will send grandma home, and my father will take you to our factory to take a hot bath. .”

There was no bathroom in the old Shikumen house. When the Ning family wanted to take a bath, they boiled water, poured the water into a large wooden barrel, and closed the door and front and rear windows to wash in the living room.The old house is made of wood, and it is ventilated on all sides, so it is easy to catch cold.

Fortunately, Ning Jianguo's shoe factory has a large bathroom, so Xiaobei and grandma can enjoy the benefits of the employees' family members and go to the bathroom to take a bath.

In summer, it's much easier.

Like all the men in the alley, the father and son stood at the door in shorts.Use soap to lather your head and body, and then use the mutual water pipes to wash each other, and you will take a bath.

In the hot evening, this scene was staged in all the alleys in Shanghai.The men took a bath by themselves, and neighbors walked by, no matter whether it was a little girl or an old aunt, they were not surprised when they saw it, and they didn't squint.

"The doctor said that you can't catch cold with this disease. From today on, Dad will take you to take a bath in the factory every day. We will never take cold showers again."

After eating, Ning Jianguo put the towels and soap used for bathing in front of the cart basket, and stepped on Ning Xiaobei to the shoe factory.

This time, Ning Xiaobei couldn't sit on the front beam anyway, but sat on the back of the car instead.

On the way back from the hospital, he felt that his butt was about to break into four petals. It was really miserable, and he didn't know how he endured it when he was a child.

The "Traffic Law" stipulates that one must be at least twelve years old to ride a bicycle on the road alone. Ning Xiaobei decided to pester his father to buy him a "Phoenix" as soon as his birthday next year, so as to completely escape the sea of ​​suffering.

Ning Jianguo pedaled the wheels fast, and Ning Xiaobei squinted his eyes as he felt the cool evening wind blowing past his ears.

"Hold Dad, we're going off the bridge!"

From Jiandeli, where the Ning family is located, to the third shoe factory, you will pass through the Suzhou Creek, and you have to walk on the bridge.When Ning Xiaobei was a child, every time he went to the shoe factory, the happiest thing was the way down the bridge.

After passing the middle of the bridge, Ning Jianguo, like the people who got off the bridge around him, lightly hooked the pedals with his feet, letting the inertia pull the wheels and quickly rushed down the bridge.

Ning Xiaobei hugged Ning Jianguo tightly, feeling like he was about to fly with wings growing under his armpits.

"Happy?"

Feeling the temperature of his son's body behind him, sticking to his waist like a small stove, Ning Jianguo wiped his sweat with the back of his hand and asked happily.

"Happy, let's do it again when I get home."

The long-lost simple happiness made Ning Xiaobei feel better, and he was happier than signing ten big orders.

After getting off the bridge, he rode another road to the left and arrived at the third shoe factory where Ning Jianguo worked.

This is a factory area. The shoe factory is next to the hat factory. Across the bridge are the wool spinning factory and the cotton spinning factory, both of which are built next to the Suzhou Creek.Garment factories work in three shifts, and it is the afternoon shift period, and groups of young men and women workers in fashionable clothes pass by in front of the factory.

In this fiery age, young workers are the pioneers of the times.

"Ning Gong, is your son feeling better?"

"Xiaobei, I'm gone forever. Call me uncle."

As soon as he entered the factory gate, Ning Jianguo's colleagues surrounded him one after another.Before Ning Xiaobei entered elementary school, he stayed in the kindergarten in the factory, and was brought into the workshop by Ning Jianguo to play after work, so almost everyone here knew him.

Ning Xiaobei jumped out of the car, held Ning Jianguo's hand, and obediently called for someone.

A string of uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters who don’t want money, send them out.The boy who has not yet had a voice changer has a thin voice, and he has just recovered from a serious illness, his face is haggard, and the tape left by the salt water is stuck on his hands. He is so good that it makes people feel distressed.

Several female workers with children suddenly became motherly, rubbed him into their arms and rubbed him for a while, and took out various candies and biscuits and put them in his hands.

"Auntie, hanging the needle doesn't hurt, really. In fact, it doesn't matter if Dad doesn't accompany me, as long as there is a sister nurse in the hospital to take care of me."

Ning Xiaobei blinked and said.

"Xiaobei is such a good boy. If my little red guy is half as obedient as Xiaobei, I'm willing to die."

One of the parents gritted his teeth and said.

"Xiao Bei, why are you so obedient today? You didn't even need to remind me to call someone."

After waving goodbye to everyone, Ning Jianguo led his son in one hand, and walked towards the bathroom next to the boiler room with a washbasin in the other, and asked with his head bowed.

His son is introverted and shy since he was a child. He is most afraid of being asked questions by adults.Seeing him being uncharacteristically generous today made Ning Jianguo a little confused.

"I……"

Ning Xiaobei, who was eating animal biscuits with his head down, broke out in a cold sweat.

Ruined!

Ning Xiaobei, who has a mature personality in his 30s, is a few years older than Ning Jianguo in strict terms of mental age.After so many years of social whipping, he has long since become an adult who has a certain amount of advance and retreat and is good at dealing with social affairs.

Just now he was too good at dancing, he only cared about recognizing people, and completely forgot that he was an introverted kid who made it difficult for him when he was a child.

Facing his father's question, Ning Xiaobei was tongue-tied and couldn't answer for a long time.

"The old people say that when a child suffers a serious illness, he must grow a tail and become more sensible. It is true."

Before Ning Xiaobei could find an excuse, Ning Jianguo himself had already found one.

He touched Ning Xiaobei's head and sighed, "But Dad, I'd rather you be ignorant than make any serious mistakes."

"Dad..."

Ning Xiaobei had a sore nose, feeling like crying again.

It may be that his body has become smaller. No matter how old he is mentally, his lacrimal glands are always out of control, and he is always sad, which makes him very embarrassed.

"Ning Gong, Ning Gong is here."

Just as the two walked through the garden of the central factory area, a figure jumped out and stood in front of the father and son.

"Isn't this an old horse? You have something to do with me?"

The lights in the garden were dim, and the trees were full of shadows. Ning Jianguo stared at it for a while before he recognized that the person was Ma Zhiguo, a colleague from the same workshop as them.

"Hello, Uncle Ma."

Not only Ning Jianguo recognized him, but Ning Xiaobei also recognized him.

Seeing the man in front of him who was wearing a big floral shirt, his hair was combed shiny, and his back was slightly bent, a nameless fire burst out from the bottom of Ning Xiaobei's heart.

It's really a narrow road.

Ning Xiaobei doesn't have any particularly deep memories of his elementary school days, but this old horse in front of him is an exception.

This Ma Zhiguo, although he is only in his 40s this year, has already taken seven or eight years of long sick leave in the field.

In 1988, when Ning Xiaobei was three years old, an epidemic of hepatitis broke out in Shanghai, and nearly 30 people were seriously ill.

Because he was afraid that his son would be infected, Ning Jianguo sent him back to Mrs. Ning's hometown in Suzhou, where he was raised by relatives for several months, and he was brought back when the turmoil passed.

The Ma Zhiguo in front of him contracted hepatitis A because of his gluttonous eating of cockles during that time. Since then, he has been a perennial sick patient, no longer going back to work in the factory, and receiving sick pay.

In "that world", Ning Xiaobei didn't know that the old horse had recovered from his illness until the shoe factory closed down and restructured. In the early 90s, "going to the sea" became popular, and Lao Ma also started a single gang, starting a speculative and tossing seafood business.While working as a "million-dollar household", while continuing to enjoy the treatment of employees of state-owned enterprises, eating sugar cane at both ends.

But it has nothing to do with Ning Xiaobei whether he gets rich or not. The reason why he has a profound influence on this old horse is because he robbed the welfare housing that originally belonged to Ning's family!

We must know that in the 90s of the last century, the per capita residential area in Shanghai was only a few square meters, and it was rare for a family of three like Ning's to live in half a small building.

More often, there are dojos in snail shells, five or six, or even seven or eight people live in a small Shikumen house of more than ten square meters, just like the one described in the comedy "72 Tenants", where three generations eat and drink Lazar was settled in a small room.

So at this time, relying on the strength of the trade unions, Shanghai built many new villages for workers, and the state and factories solved the housing problem.At that time, working in a state-owned factory, the biggest benefit was regular staff with a staff and the ability to allocate a house.

As the saying goes, "there are few porridge and many monks", the living conditions of so many people in the factory are very bad, how to allocate them is a big deal.

But no matter what, Ning Jianguo is nearly forty years old, and there are seniors and juniors, so he is also included in the distribution.

What's more, Ning Jianguo was always motivated when he was young, and he won the technical pacesetter several times. Last year, he also passed the qualification certificate of intermediate engineer.So now when he goes in and out, his colleagues don't call him "Xiao Ning", but instead call him "Ning Gong".

In this factory, the masters with "work" after their names, except for Ning Jianguo, have already allocated houses.

Ning Xiaobei calculated, according to the timeline in "that world", wouldn't this year be the last year that the factory allocated welfare housing?

In "that world", it was the old horse in front of him, who brought his wife and children to his home to deliver things, pretending to be pitiful, and finally his father softened and gave them the allocated quota, saying that he was young and could Wait a little longer.

As a result, he didn't expect that the factory would close down in the second year. How could he be given the opportunity to "wait a while".

Thinking of this, Ning Xiaobei suddenly had an idea——

right!If he wanted to change his father's fate, he would start with this man surnamed Ma!

"Xiao Bei is really sensible."

Ma Zhiguo didn't know what Ning Xiaobei was thinking, so he smiled at him, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed it to Ning Jianguo, who was rejected by Ning Jianguo.

"Ning Gong, I'm sorry to say, I don't know when you will be free, my wife and I are going to visit your house..."

It really came for this matter!

He watched the old horse go forward to talk to his father, Ning Xiaobei decided to strike first.He grabbed his arm vigorously and said to Ning Jianguo.

"Dad, let's go take a shower, I'm itchy to death, my whole body is itchy..."

He couldn't take a bath in the ward before, so Ning Jianguo could only wipe his body with a hot towel.Ning Xiaobei felt that it was better if he didn't scratch, the more he scratched, the more itchy he was, and he wished he could jump into the hot water and rub it vigorously.

"Don't scratch, don't scratch, the skin will be scratched. Good, good, go take a bath now."

Ning Jianguo nodded at the old horse, grabbed his son's arm and ran towards the bathroom. Ma Zhiguo held the undelivered cigarette in his hand, smiled awkwardly, and finally stuffed it into his mouth.

"Two 'shoutou coffins' (fools), just wait and see."

Seeing the father and son walking away, he turned around, bent down and took out two red gift boxes from the bushes.

A bottle of "Guanshengyuan" royal jelly and a set of gift boxes of "Nescafé" and coffee mate, which are quite rare in this era.This is a standard accessory for errands in the 90s.

Holding the gift box, the old horse hummed the old-fashioned Shanghai opera, and walked slowly towards the factory's office building.

The author has something to say:

Shoutou coffin, in Shanghai dialect: stupid thing, fool, dumb.

Resolutely crack down on the bad trend of gift giving!