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

On National Day, Mrs. Ning finally saw her long-lost grandson.Although Ning Xiaobei's stitches have been removed now, and he is no longer wrapped in that shocking white bandage, but this string of crab-like wounds is enough to make grandma feel distressed.

"Good girl, it's okay. I'm not a girl. Besides, it's not on the face, and it doesn't matter on the arm."

Seeing grandma lightly touching the flesh-red raised scar, Ning Xiaobei hurriedly said.

"no!"

Granny Ning and Fan Xia said in unison.

"In the future, if you go to work in the society, people will think more when they see scars on your arms. They think you belong to the Qinghong Gang..."

Mrs. Ning glanced at the excited little Heipi, turned her head and continued, "My good woman met a doctor of Chinese medicine when she was young, and he knew how to make a kind of ointment for removing scars. When my good woman went to inquire about it, he was still doing cutting... ..."

No, good woman, there is no such thing as the Qinghong Gang.Besides, whether the doctor Lennon met when he was young is alive or not is still a big problem!

Before Ning Xiaobei could stop her, her grandma leaned on a cane and walked into the room slowly.

"What are you coaxing?"

Ning Xiaobei touched the scar and gave Fan Xia a white look, "I think this is pretty good, it's very manly."

It is said in the book that "scars are the badge of a man".

His medal is about a foot long, which is full of weight.

Ning Xiaobei had always felt that his appearance was too weak and lacked some deterrent power, in the final analysis, he was not "masculine" enough.With this scar just to balance it, maybe it has another charm.

"No, no, there is absolutely no such possibility, boss, don't think about it."

Fan Xia hastily poured cold water on him, "You are not suitable for this kind of macho route. If you want to go, I will go. Well, isn't Ding Zheyang's mother a very rough road? Eyelids, nose pads and so on. She must know a doctor over there who can do scar removal surgery. At that time, it will be a big deal for Allah to go to Tokyo."

The boss turned out to have such a beautiful arm, the same as the jade lotus root.Now it seems to have climbed a centipede with eight feet, which is really disharmonious.

As soon as Fan Xia saw the scar, he remembered the scene of Ning Xiaobei sacrificing himself to make a meat pad that day, and his guilt flooded again, "Anyway, it can't be done, you can't leave a scar."

Ning Xiaobei was crying when he heard what he said, and quickly joked, "What? Are you afraid that I will scare your Tan Ruirui?"

"Boss!"

Fan Xia wanted to hit him on the head with a cane.

"I've said it all, I don't like her, so don't talk nonsense."

"Oh, then you acted like you were jealous that day, that's right."

Ning Xiaobei tilted his head and asked narrowly, "Don't you know that after I rejected her, you don't feel happy?"

"I'm leaving, call me when I'm going to eat."

Fan Xia turned around and walked towards the gate of his house.

Now grandma and Xiaomei also live in Tongzilou, but instead of living with their son, they rent Wang Yihong's original room.After returning from recuperation in Huangshan, they moved in with their furniture, and planned to live there until the assigned relocation house could be moved in.

The relocation of Jiandeli is already a certainty. After the National Day holiday, the demolition brigade will start work.

Now the alleys are in a mess. Most of the people with housing difficulties have been looking forward to the demolition for many years. They rented a house outside a few months ago and moved out. Only a few families are determined to be nails. The people in the household are still standing in place.

Just like Mrs. Song's house.

The relocation team said that it was too exaggerated that there were 28 people in his 20-square-meter house.

So Mrs. Song took his great-grandson, two reclining chairs, and a big sunshade bought from Lao Jia, who sold popsicles, to the door of the demolition office every day to sit there.

In his words, "go to work".

The demolition office went to work, and he also went to work.When the demolition office got off work, he took his great-grandson home.

He didn't make any noise or noise, just squatting at the door of others with a smile on his face.Whenever someone came in or out, he still greeted them. He didn't know that he thought the old man was a specially hired guard.

The comrades in the demolition office couldn't see it, and asked their family members to take the old man back. 37 octave days, if something really happened, they couldn't bear it.

As a result, the grandpa's children and grandchildren spread their hands, saying that they have nothing to do with their old man, so why don't you comrades go talk to my grandpa and see how to solve it.

To say that this eating appearance is too ugly, Mrs. Ning also persuaded him based on the friendship of neighbors for so many years, saying that if he collapsed, the family would break up.It is already a good result to be able to allocate seven houses now, so don't think about the household registration of his messy granddaughter and even nephew.

As a result, Mrs. Song shook his head and sighed, saying that his son was not as capable as the old lady's son, and now the husband and wife, including his daughter's family, were all laid-off workers.He wanted to help the children get more benefits while he was still alive.When Ming Chao closes his eyes and kicks his legs, he doesn't have to worry about such people anymore.

What she said was so sad that Old Madam Ning burst into tears.

I think that when he first moved to Jiandeli, Mrs. Song was still Song Xiaokai. At home, he ran a leather goods store on the main road. He always took a big car when he came in and out, and he never cared about money.Now that it's like this, it's really embarrassing for an old man of eight or ninety years old to tear off his face and "struggle for wealth" for his children.

"Old lady Ning, you are still lucky. My son is filial and capable, and my grandson is even smarter and can read."

After being exposed to the sun for two months, the old man who used to be thin and tender is now as dark as the migrant workers in the demolition brigade, his hair is all white, and the age spots that were not obvious before are all exposed.

He waved his hand at Mrs. Ning, and sighed, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. If you want me to tell you, don't ask Jianguo to marry again. Look at my children, they get married one by one, and I am full of children and grandchildren. What's the benefit? Forget it, forget it..."

Mrs. Ning was left speechless by his exclamation, so she let out a long sigh.

Because Mrs. Ning also moved here, this National Day is extraordinarily lively.Zhao Jingwen originally wanted to book a table in a small restaurant nearby, but Ning Jianguo insisted on doing it at home.It's been a long time since he held a big banquet at home, and he had to show off his skills while there were so many people.

So the Ning family has been busy since early this morning.

Now life is better, the newly bought big refrigerator of Ning's family is full of high-grade ingredients, imported beef, Dongxingban, inch-long prawns, and the home-grown green leaves that Uncle Zhao on the fourth floor brought back from his hometown in Nanhui last night. Vegetables are the kind that do not use pesticides and use manure as fertilizer, which is extremely rich.

Two, Uncle Zhao, Uncle Ning, three big men, you kill the fish, I cut the vegetables, he throws the spoon, they are very busy.It vividly shows the virtuous characteristics of Shanghai men.

Miss Xiaomei wanted to help, but Ning Jianguo invited her out of the kitchen.

"For this meal, let us men do it. The ladies just sit in the living room, watch TV, have tea, play small mahjong, and just wait for the meal."

"Yes, Miss Xiaomei, go play mahjong with my good woman. I will help here."

The Ning family's kitchen was really too small, now that three big men were squeezed into it, it was a bit difficult to turn around, so Ning Xiaobei had to stand in the corridor to choose vegetables.

In the past, Xiaomei called Mrs. Ning "Grandma" and Ning Jianguo "Brother Jianguo", but Xiaobei also called her "Sister".

Today's meal was to celebrate the National Day, and also to celebrate the old lady's adoption of Xiaomei as her goddaughter, and she will be her "housewife" from now on.As a result, Ning Xiaobei naturally had to change his name to Auntie, and Shanghainese call "Auntie" "Madam".

Thinking about it this way, if Yang Guo also calls Xiaolongnu a "lady", it seems that The Legend of Condor Heroes will be a little less romantic.

Xiaomei smiled sheepishly and walked into the hall.

The current situation is one of three, Mrs. Ning, Wang Yihong and the old lady next door with bad ears are occupying one side, waiting for Xiaomei to take her seat.

"Fan Xia, come up to me. Everyone is so busy, why are you pretending to be a young master downstairs?"

Zhao Jingwen came out with a kitchen knife and turned around, but found that his nephew was missing, so he yelled downstairs.

"I don't know how to cook, and I don't know how to play mahjong. What am I doing here? I'm still crippled!"

Fan Xia hugged the pillow and howled back.

He was still angry and didn't want to see the boss.

Whether he is jealous or not, he, Fan Xia, does not dip jealous in eating steamed buns.

But when I saw Xiaobei and Tan Ruirui together that day, I felt really uncomfortable, as if I had been hollowed out by life.

Later, he found out that Xiao Bei was rejecting him. He should have been happy at first, but he felt more and more wrong.

What is he happy about?

He doesn't like Tan Ruirui either.

Could it be that he likes the boss?

Did he eat the boss's vinegar?

Isn't this funny!

For these two days, Fan Xia was going to die of depression because of this matter.However, the boss always joked about this incident, which was like rubbing salt into his wounds.

Fan Xia felt so uncomfortable that he might not be able to eat even the best food in a while.

Then he ate half of the rice in Ning's rice cooker.

"Hiccup..."

Fan Xia burped, put down his job, and looked at everyone with embarrassment.

"Oh, it's really 'half a child eats me to death'."

Mrs. Ning said to Xiaomei with lingering fear, "When Xiao Bei was just developing, he ate really well. But he really can't compare with Xiao Heipi...Xiao Zhao, raising this nephew must be very hard. If you Still working in the factory, he can eat half of your salary by himself."

"Old lady, don't talk, let's go."

Zhao Jingwen showed an indescribable expression, raised his wine glass, and everyone touched each other left and right.

Hearing the sound of "Ding Ding Dang Dang", Azimao lying on the side of the sofa opened his eyes and took a look here, yawned and continued to close his eyes to rest.

After Aziz moved in, he made a new boyfriend, and he had to go out on dates in the middle of the night every day, so he was so lazy during the day.

Ning Xiaobei thought decisively and waited for the weather to cool before she arranged for a sterilization operation.It is not good for the female cat to give birth all the time, and there is a risk of pyometra.

"Come on, let's touch one too."

Ning Xiaobei smiled and picked up the cup filled with coconut milk, and said to Fan Xia.

"Don't be angry, drink some coconut juice, it's whitening."

He knew that he had been teasing him all this time and had pissed off the "black cat sheriff", so now he took the initiative to show his favor and give him a step down.

"Nonsense, how can coconut milk whiten?"

As Fan Xia said so, he still took the cup over, poured coconut milk in it, and touched Ning Xiaobei to settle the suspicion.

Fan Xia is so big-hearted. After drinking a glass of coconut milk, Ning Xiaobei balds along his hair. After all the good words, all worries are gone, and he picks up his chopsticks and continues to fight.

"Dining here on National Day this year, it would be great if we could eat in the new house on National Day next year. Isn't that right, old lady?"

Wang Yihong and Nanhui Zhao stood up and toasted the old lady, who kept nodding cheerfully.

"I heard that the house has already been built, but it will take a year for the house to be compacted naturally. In addition to the renovation time, the ventilation will take another three months, at least it will be at the end of next year, and the National Day will definitely not be in time."

Zhao Jingwen said.

Although there were only three household registrations in the old house of the Ning family, his house was large in size. The main room on the first floor, the bedroom on the second floor plus the attic, calculated to be about [-] square meters, which is considered a large house in Shanghai now. Even if you don't "count the heads", you can still get a good house according to the demolition plan of "counting the bricks".

When Ning Jianguo went to the demolition office to discuss the conditions, the requirements were very clear. First, the area of ​​the new house should not be smaller than the current one.Second, the location should not be too far from the city center. His old mother is not in good health, and from time to time she has to go to see a doctor at a textile hospital that is compatible with labor insurance.Therefore, places like Baoshan, which is eight feet away, and Minhang District are absolutely not allowed.In the end, he wanted a front room on the first floor so that he could open a small shop in the future.

The last condition was added by Ning Xiaobei.In the future, the prices of street shops will change day by day, so it is better to plan ahead now.It doesn't matter whether you open your own shop or rent it out to collect rent.Ning Jianguo felt that his son's proposal was very good, so he went to negotiate with the other party.

Speaking of demolition, it was also a pain in Ning Xiaobei's heart.

Grandma fell ill when she learned that the house would be demolished, and she passed away before the demolition team formally negotiated.Ning Jianguo is an honest person, and he doesn't know the way of the demolition.In addition, he was busy with the funeral at the time, so he couldn't devote himself to this matter, so he was at the mercy of the other party.

People told him that there are only two people in his household registration book, and the house has been in disrepair for a long time, so he can be compensated according to the area in the real estate book.

The last house I was allocated was far away in the suburbs. Not counting the subway that was opened until around 2010, it was only more than 60 square meters in total.The demolition office also persuaded his family to show their integrity and let them take the house on the top floor, and give up the house on the ground floor and the second floor to a family with elderly people, and Ning Jianguo actually complied.

Later, after Ning Xiaobei worked for almost ten years, he decided to buy the apartment he lived in now. He wanted to sell the demolition house to pay the down payment, but he only sold it for more than 200 million yuan.Do the math, it's not worth as much as this tube building.

Thinking of these things, Ning Xiaobei became very angry.

In the "real world" he was a child who knew nothing and was powerless.It's different now, he wants to fight for the best conditions for his father and grandma.

A few days ago, Ning Jianguo went to the demolition office again, and the other party probably knew what he was like, so he played Tai Chi, but he didn't let go.As a result, Uncle Zhao went in, and without saying anything, he took out a notebook and put it on the table—what do you want to talk about.

There is nothing unusual in this book, it is the compensation plan received by all the people in Jiandeli that have been negotiated so far.

Uncle Zhao said, we don't have high requirements, and we don't want to be a nail household. You can do whatever the state stipulates for us.

If not, then we will start the analysis from the first case in this book.

Why is the Li family able to get two suites for a total of three members? His house is not half the size of the Ning's house.Why can the daughter of the cousin of the Sun family be counted as a household registration? Isn't this just nonsense?

You call out the staff who talked about compensation and explain it to the two of us.It makes sense, we can move to Kunshan to live in the basement.

The final result was that not only was half the area of ​​the attic confirmed, but also because Ning Xiaobei was an only child, he could be counted as having a household registration of one and a half people according to regulations.

Adding up seven and eight together, this time a total of two houses were divided.One set has a facade on the first floor, and the other is on the third floor.The only regret is that the third-floor house is far away in Jiading, and it is impossible to live in it, so I can only keep it to collect rent.

Ning Xiaobei expressed satisfaction with the result, after all, sugarcane is not as sweet as both ends.

"If you want me to say, there's nothing good about the facade. It's so far away in Pudong."

The only dissatisfied client was Mrs. Ning.

In the past few days, she said to everyone that she came to Shanghai with her parents when she could never speak. She has been a Shanghainese all her life, and now she is going to be a countryman when she is old.

"Honey, why is Pudong a countryside? Isn't Pudong a big development in recent years? There are so many tall buildings built in Lujiazui."

Ning Xiaobei said dumbfoundedly, "The new house will be here as soon as it exits the tunnel."

He looked at the location of the demolished house, and it would definitely be a good place for 20 square meters in [-] years' time.In another ten years, the World Expo will be held in Shanghai, and the new house will be near the World Expo Park, which is simply a "golden location".

"Don't you know the saying - 'It's better to have a bed in Puxi than a room in Pudong'. I don't know the market when I am an old lady. Except for Lujiazui, Pudong is full of fields, and the underground water pipes are still these few. The paving has only just begun."

The old lady shook her head "tsk tut tut", "Two days ago, Nong's father went to the construction site where the house was built over there to take a look, and he was tanned black. I think he is as good as Xiao Heipi."

Fan Xia looked down at his own arm, and then at the arm under Ning Jianguo's rolled-up sleeve. He couldn't figure out how the old lady could make such a judgment.There must be at least five Zhao Jingwen gaps between the two of them.

Only then did Ning Xiaobei realize that the old lady and Gu Li in "Little Times" had the same problem—she couldn't get out of the inner circle!

Here everyone was chatting and laughing, Wang Yihong was playing with the old lady with her young son in her arms, and the phone rang suddenly.

"I'll pick you up in the back room."

Ning Jianguo took off his apron, wiped his hands, motioned for everyone to continue eating and chatting, and then walked into the master bedroom.

Ning Xiaobei dipped his chopsticks in the orange water, and dripped it on Chang Leyun's younger brother's tongue. The little kid tasted the sweetness, so he held onto his hand, and everyone laughed.

Zhao Jingwen and Nanhui Xiao Zhao had a few drinks but Ning Jianguo did not come out, so he went into the bedroom while everyone was not paying attention.

"what happened?"

To his surprise, Ning Jianguo was not on the phone.He sat on the edge of the bed blankly, with his fingers crossed on his knees, as if he had been acupunctured, not only his eyes were straight, but he was also stiff.

Zhao Jingwen felt something was wrong intuitively, turned around and locked the door, walked over to him and sat down.

"Jianguo, what happened? Is there something wrong with the school cafeteria?"

Ning Jianguo raised his head and stared at him blankly, his mouth opened and closed, unable to utter a word.

"If you have anything to discuss, just talk it out. I will help you. Xiaobei is also a sensible child. Don't hold it in alone, just speak up."

Having known each other for more than 20 years, Zhao Jingwen has never seen Ning Jianguo in such a distraught state.

"It's her calling..."

Ning Jianguo unconsciously grabbed Zhao Jingwen's fingers and took a deep breath.

"She went to Jiandeli to look for me, but there was no one there. Later she went to the neighborhood committee, and the comrades of the neighborhood committee gave her my phone number. She, she called..."

At the end of Ning Jianguo's speech, he was almost out of breath.

"What 'he'? Who is 'he'? A debt collector? Anyway, no matter who it is, I will help you. Even if I, Zhao Jingwen, have lost everything, I will help you if I don't want anything."

Zhao Jingwen held his hand, looked into his eyes, and said firmly.

"It's... Xiaobei's mother."

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