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

After Ning Xiaobei shouted "Catch the gangster", he turned around and ran away.

These people are all young men in their twenties, and I am a kid now, and I can't get good fruit if I fall into their hands.

Sure enough, after hearing Ning Xiaobei's shout, there were bursts of screams from the women's bathhouse.

Those little hooligans only saw a little boy running away with his back to them, before thinking about it, they all jumped down from the window and rushed to catch Ning Xiaobei.

Relying on his short stature and low center of gravity, Ning Xiaobei narrowly escaped the clutches of the men with a few nimble dodges.

"Someone peeked at the women's bathhouse!"

"Catch the rogue!"

Ning Xiaobei shouted while running.

The roof of this bathhouse is built high and has an echo effect, comparable to a grand theater.Ning Xiaobei shouted more and more vigorously, wishing he could sing with two voices.

No wonder some people like to sing and play while taking a bath.

Ning Xiaobei vaguely remembered a movie called "Bathing", in which a character liked to sing the Italian opera "My Sun" in the bathhouse, and now he felt the same way.

Ning Xiaobei's shout quickly attracted a large number of people, a group of male workers, old and young, ran over following the sound.

"Dad! Help!"

Seeing Ning Jianguo rushing to the front, Ning Xiaobei slipped with excitement and flew into his arms, almost pulling off his father's towel around his waist.

"Dad, they peeked at the girls taking a bath, I found out, and they wanted to beat me!"

Ning Xiaobei hugged Ning Jianguo's shoulders and said emphatically.Ning Jianguo shielded his son behind him and glared at those hooligans.

"Cen, kill them bastards! My wife and daughter are taking a shower next door! I'll dig out your black eyes first."

"Let's see which workshop's little floating corpse it is, and the master will lead it by himself."

"Who will you be in charge of? First beat him up, then send him to the police station, and finally fire him! Playing hooligans, wait for the lawsuit!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the young man turned around and wanted to run.Someone next to them kicked over the bucket full of soapy water, their feet slipped, and they fell all over the place, like hairy crabs with their bellies turned upside down.

The men surrounded them with righteous indignation, and beat these dogs violently.These people were naked, they couldn't escape, and begging for mercy was useless, they were beaten up and screamed again and again.

The arrest of the hooligans in the bathhouse alarmed the leaders of the factory. The secretary of the factory director and the directors of the workshop where the young people were working rushed back to the factory to discuss the solution overnight.

These days there is still the so-called "hooliganism". Whether these young people will sue or not, they say that their jobs should be lost.

Everyone went to the police station to make notes, and when they came out of the factory office, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

After all, Ning Xiaobei was discharged from the hospital on the first day, and it was inevitable that he was exhausted, so he yawned loudly as soon as he came downstairs.

"Xiaobei, you're exhausted. Dad should have let you go home first."

Ning Jianguo took out the bicycle from the shed, put Ning Xiaobei on the rear rack, and said distressedly.

"It's fine, it's fine."

Ning Xiaobei smiled, put his hands on Ning Jianguo's shoulders and said in a low voice, "The factory director's office is air-conditioned, much more comfortable than at home..."

Air conditioners are still a rarity in this era, and the Ning family's old house did not have an air conditioner.

Ning Jianguo installed a ceiling fan in the main room and the second floor.As for the attic, there is only one Watson oscillating fan.Although the old house is warm in winter and cool in summer, it is not uncomfortable in summer, but it is still very different from the air-conditioned room.

After hearing this, Ning Jianguo couldn't help but smile, and rubbed his son's hair vigorously.

"Jianguo, let's go."

Ning Xiaobei turned his head and saw in the darkness, a tall figure walking slowly from the darkness under the starlight all over the sky.

Wearing a white cross-span vest and dark serge trousers, the tall man had a muscular figure and shockingly long legs.

Brown eyeballs, a straight nose, that deep, half-race face seemed to have been kissed by Leonardo da Vinci's paintbrush - he is Zhao Jingwen, who is called "the third shoe factory Fei Xiang", the best of Ning Jianguo friend.

Zhao Jingwen bent down and walked into the carport, seeing Ning Xiaobei staring at him with wide eyes, he laughed and showed his white teeth.

"Why does Xiaobei have such an expression? Seeing uncle is not seeing a ghost."

Ning Xiaobei lowered his head in shame, and called "Uncle" like a mosquito.

I was ignorant when I was a child, but now looking at Uncle Zhao, he is so handsome that it makes one's legs go limp.It made him, an old ghost in the closet wearing a child's skin, couldn't help his heart pounding.

That's weird, with such a beautiful friend by his side, it's no wonder that Dad doesn't have a womanhood.

Thinking of this, Ning Xiaobei suddenly felt that Zhao Jingwen was not so handsome anymore.

Zhao Jingwen was the first one when he was bravely fighting the hooligans just now, and the gang of hooligans jumped over the wall in a hurry. When they resisted, they scratched his arm and bled a little.After finishing the transcript at the police station, I had to go back to the factory clinic to get someone to bandage me, and I just came out now.

"Are you all right? Do you want a tetanus shot?"

Ning Jianguo walked over, looked down at the bandages, and asked worriedly.

"Hey, what's the point of this injury, there's no need to go to the hospital."

Zhao Jingwen said indifferently.

Seeing the two adults chatting, Ning Xiaobei sat on the bicycle and shook his calf boredly.

"Kick me | why?"

Suddenly, a figure appeared from behind him, Ning Xiaobei's hair stood on end in fright, and he turned his head abruptly.

There was a black Gudonglong outside the carport, with poor vision. A little guy with a blurry face appeared behind him at some point, and his restless little foot accidentally scratched him just now.

"Xiaoxia, don't scare my brother. My brother is not in good health."

As Zhao Jingwen said, he stretched out his long legs and took a step forward, pulling out a black child from behind Ning Xiaobei.

The little boy who was pulled under the lamp by Zhao Jingwen had chocolate-colored skin, and his freshly washed hair was disheveled like an upside-down chicken coop.

He was wearing a navy blue T-shirt and black boxers. Except for the whites of his eyes, the rest of his body was black. His eyes were very big, comparable to Ning Jianguo's.Such a "little black man" stood silently, almost invisible in the dark night.

No wonder Ning Xiaobei didn't notice him standing in the carport for so long.

"Jianguo, this is my sister's child. His name is Fan Xia. He is staying at my house these days, so I brought him to the factory to take a bath."

Zhao Jingwen lifted the little boy by the back of the neck with one hand, and carried him from Ning Xiaobei to Ning Jianguo.

"Fan Xia, come, call Uncle Ning."

The little black man was very disrespectful to this uncle, drooped his head, hummed for a long time, and didn't call anyone. Zhao Jingwen was so angry that he kept patting him on the shoulder, saying that he couldn't support the wall with mud.

Seeing this, Ning Jianguo smiled nonchalantly, and became even more proud in his heart—as expected, my Xiaobei is the most obedient child in the world.

"Fan Xia?"

Ning Xiaobei leaned forward, staring wide-eyed at the resentful, stubborn child in front of him.

Hey!Isn't this just Fan Xia who was his tablemate for a year and was nicknamed "Little Black Skin"!

I haven't seen you for more than 20 years, why is your kid getting darker and darker?

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In the early morning of summer, the whole of Jiandli was full of people.Taking advantage of the good weather, every household is washing and drying in the sun.School will start in a few days, and children take advantage of the end of summer vacation to hurry up and play.

On a rare weekend, Ning Jianguo went to the vegetable market early in the morning, bought a fish, a large piece of beef and some vegetables, and decided to make a big meal to supplement Ning Xiaobei.

The tentative menu is roasted crucian carp with scallions, curry beef with roasted potatoes, dry fried string beans and egg drop soup.Ordinary dishes, the most skillful.

The smell of cooking wafted out from the kitchen, Ning Xiaobei took a small bench, moved a small table and sat in front of the house, racing against time to catch up with homework.

When tidying up the small attic yesterday, he found this empty "Summer Vacation Life".Only after opening the family contact book last semester did I realize that in addition to this homework book, there are more than ten exam papers to be done during the summer vacation, and I haven't written a word yet.

Primary school examination papers are no problem for master student Xiaobei, but the most difficult thing is not the questions, but that he, an adult in his 30s, has to imitate his childish handwriting when he was a child, so as not to show his flaws.

He wrote every word with extra effort, so it was bumpy, and he made it all morning.

The old lady of the Ning family was sitting diagonally across from Xiao Bei, and the small radio beside her was singing the Shaoxing opera "Pan Fu Suo Fu".She was holding a cattail fan, her eyes were half-opened and half-closed, as if she was asleep, and she shook her head from time to time to follow the aria.

"Meow, meow~"

Azimao, who had been crazy outside all night, came back, and when he saw the little master sitting at the door, he ran over affectionately and rubbed Ning Xiaobei's calf with his tail.

"go with!"

When Mrs. Ning saw it, she tapped the kitten's back with her cane. Azimao let out a grievous cry, and ran into the living room.

Ning Xiaobei looked at its lonely back and stopped writing.

"Nong's father said that cat hair can also cause asthma, so you should not hug it in the future."

Seeing Ning Xiaobei's expression of displeasure, the old woman turned her head aside and said coldly.

Ning Xiaobei's asthma has now become the top priority of the Ning family.Ning Jianguo not only quit smoking by himself, but also tried to block all the sources of his illness.

Hearing that cat hair can also cause asthma, Ning Jianguo even wanted to send Azi away.In the end, it was Ning Xiaobei who made his father dispel the idea.

It's just that Aziz's activities in Ning's house are limited to the living room and kitchen, and he is not allowed to go up the stairs, let alone Ning Xiaobei is not allowed to play with him.

Although Ning Xiaobei wanted to protest|protest, but in retrospect, it was true that he had hugged Azimao just before he got sick this time, so he could only accept this "unequal treaty" obediently.

Ning Xiaobei poked his chin with the rubber at the end of the pencil, looked at the old lady Ning who turned her head away and ignored him, and suddenly smiled.

Judging from his observations during this period of time, Mrs. Ning is actually very concerned about her grandson in name.It's not like in his childhood memories, he will only be mean and hit him blindly.

According to him, this old lady is a character with a hard mouth and a soft heart, with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart. Later, she would be called "tsundere".

That is to say, he now has the eyesight and mentality of an adult, and only by re-examining the people around him can he discover it.

Granny Ning watched with half-opened eyes as Ning Xiaobei put down his pen and turned to enter the main room.After a while, he took out a tea mug with both hands, handed it to her, and said with a sweet smile, "Honey, drink tea. Dad soaked sliced ​​American ginseng in it early in the morning, it's not hot."

Mrs. Ning was taken aback for a moment, then took a sip from the teacup.Then by chance, he took out a five-yuan bill from his pocket and put it in Ning Xiaobei's palm, "Take it to buy candy."

After all, not only was she stunned, Ning Xiaobei was also stunned——

In "that world", until his death, except for the red envelopes sent during the Chinese New Year, his grandma never gave him pocket money.

"Thank you, good woman, good woman is so kind."

He smiled and folded the money in half and put it in his trouser pocket.

Old Madam Ning's mouth twitched, she put on a straight face and stopped talking.

"Xiao Bei is doing homework. How is the old lady?"

At this moment, Ma Zhiguo and his wife walked over from the entrance of the alley with the gift box in their hands. When they saw the two standing at the door of the room, they warmly greeted each other.

"I'm going to call Dad."

Ning Xiaobei frowned, not wanting to talk nonsense with them.

After returning from the factory two days ago, Ning Jianguo held a small meeting at home on the issue of whether to fight for welfare housing—although the participants were only an old woman and a child except himself.

Ning Jianguo summed it up. Although the old house is not small in size, and it is very close to the factory, it is convenient to commute to and from get off work. These are all advantages.

But there are also many shortcomings.

First, there is no piped gas here. Ning’s family now cooks with liquefied petroleum gas cylinders, but many people in the neighborhood are still cooking with old-fashioned coal pellet stoves or even firewood. It is smoky every day, which is not conducive to Xiaobei’s Asthma.

Second, the old house did not have a bathroom, and every morning he had to queue up to go to the manure station to empty the toilet. Ning Jianguo wanted Xiaobei to live in a house with a flush toilet.Ning Xiaobei agrees with this point with both hands, life without flush toilets is simply not the life of modern people.

The third point is also the most important point - Ning Xiaobei made it clear that after graduating from elementary school, he wanted to be admitted to the city's key No. [-] middle school, and he would also go to the high school of No. [-] middle school after high school.

The undergraduate rate of No. [-] Middle School is the highest in Shanghai.Entering No. [-] Middle School is equivalent to stepping half a foot into the university gate.The location of their batch of welfare houses is not far from the No. [-] Middle School. Even if it is for the convenience of Xiaobei's future schooling, he will take down this house.

All in all, all in all, for the sake of his son's health and future prospects, Ning Jianguo, a good old man, would not give up the room allocation quota this time.

"Sorry, it can't be done."

After entering the living room, before Ma Zhiguo and his wife could explain their intentions, Ning Jianguo preemptively rejected their unreasonable request for him to give up his allocated quota.

"But, but Ning Gong. Our family is really difficult. My son is now in middle school, and he still sleeps with us."

Ma Zhiguo's wife Liu Meifang said as she took two steps forward, trying to grab Ning Jianguo's arm.

"Just talk, don't talk about it. What it looks like."

Old Madam Ning was sitting at the head, leaning on a cane in one hand and holding a Buddhist bead in the other, with a cold light in her eyes, she said coldly.

"What? If your family is in trouble, go to the leader of the unit or the street. Why do you go to my Jianguo? My Jianguo is also an ordinary worker, not a cadre. How can I help you?"

"But, but Ning Gong gave up the house several times before..."

When Ning Jianguo heard this, his face became more and more gloomy.

"So do we have to keep going? Who made this rule? Do people who learn from Lei Feng and do good deeds always suffer? My old woman is surprised. It turns out that being a good person is forced to keep doing good deeds. It's your husband and wife. After eating, my son is easy to talk, and if I think about it, I want to 'eat' him?"

Seeing that Ning Jianguo was about to lose his temper, Mrs. Ning raised her arm to signal him not to speak.

"I'm telling you, as long as my wife has a breath, people who want to bully our family - there is no way!"

Ning Xiaobei stood behind him, feeling like he was standing on a stage.

Grandma is the female general of the Yang family, Mrs. She, and he is the little dragon who holds the flag and umbrella for Mrs. She.

Xiao Longtao suppressed a smile, watching Ma Zhiguo and his wife's originally determined expressions suddenly become flustered, and his heart was full of joy.

Should!

The author has something to say:

You have to build a house, you have to go to a key middle school, and you have to find a way to find a wife for your father. Xiaobei is under a lot of pressure hahaha

Our black-skinned little gong finally appeared. It turns out that this is an article about cultivating a husband~~