Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

In Suzhou City in October, it was freezing cold in the early morning. Leng Ye lay on Ji Lianhuo's back, his exposed little face was numb from the cold wind.

Usually, Ji Lianhuo would get up early to go to the market, buy cheap fruits in wholesale, and then pull a small cart to sell on the street until it was dark and there were not many people on the street.

Ji Dabao made such a fuss today, the two were kicked out early, the market hadn't opened yet, and there was no place to shelter from the wind, Ji Lianhuo could only hold his son tightly and sit behind the cart, his face turning pale from the cold.

Leng Ye looked at Ji Lianhuo's thin, patched clothes, and his cloth shoes that were worn to the point of fluffing, feeling a deep sense of guilt in his heart.

My original plan was to let Ji Lianhuo take care of himself, and he was so tired that he couldn't get out of the stall today. He never expected that the gambler was so vicious that he kicked himself and his uncle out.

"Stop crying?" Ji Lianhuo's voice was low and hoarse, he touched Ji Dabao's diaper, then tried the child's forehead, there was no urine, and the body temperature was normal.

"Woo..." Leng Ye opened his mouth, and found that he had been crying all night, his voice was almost hoarse and he couldn't make a sound.

Ji Lianhuo rubbed his hands, covered his blushing face with cold, and tried his best to bring him more warmth.

"Oh? Which family's child is that? Why are you squatting here?" In the dim morning light, a couple walked over. The woman felt pity when she saw the elder and the younger hugging each other for warmth in the cold wind.

"Never mind!" The husband recognized the two through the dim light, quickly pulled his wife, and looked at the two with deep disgust.

"Don't you know about Ji's family?"

"Which Ji family?"

The husband whispered something to his wife, and the woman gradually became jealous and subtle when she saw Ji Lianhuo's expression.

"Everything has spread, this child is a disaster!" The husband dragged his wife away, not forgetting to spit at the side, "It's really bad luck to meet him so early in the morning!"

Ji Lianhuo stared at the ground expressionlessly, without any emotion in his eyes.

Leng Ye worriedly looked at his only relative now. If he remembered correctly, Ji Lianhuo had just dropped out of high school at this time, and when he was out of business, he had to bring a child to make a living, and he had to suffer so much malice from around him.

How on earth did he survive these five years?

The sun dispelled some of the cold, and three-wheeled motorcycles carrying fresh fruits drove into the market from various places. Ji Lianhuo picked up Ji Dabao on his back, stomped his frozen feet, and pulled the cart into the market.

The fruit wholesale market 20 years ago didn't even have concrete roads, and small carts were extremely unstable on the bumpy roads.

In the market, apart from wholesalers and hawkers, there are also many nearby residents pushing their own bicycles, hanging two baskets on both sides of the back seat, searching for cheap fruits.

The sky was completely bright, shouts came and went, and the black exhaust of the three-wheeled motorcycle made Leng Ye frowned.

Thinking of what's going to happen today, Leng Ye wanted to stop Ji Lianhuo from purchasing the goods and save money to watch his legs in the future, but he cried and cried all night before, and almost exhausted all his strength, his voice was hoarse, his stomach was empty, and he wanted to Blocking is really powerless.

After not eating for a long time, Leng Ye's eyes turned black for a while, and his stomach felt inexplicably nauseous. Just before losing consciousness, Leng Ye thought that he was going to be free, but after a while, the barking of dogs around him was like pressing a button. The constant alarm clock forced Leng Ye to open his eyes again.

Things were just as in memory. Not long after the two left the fruit wholesale market, they were attacked by stray dogs. Ji Lianhuo waved a wooden stick with one hand and pulled the cart with the other, trying to get rid of the stray dogs who were grabbing and biting his trouser legs, and gritted his teeth. It took a block to get rid of the dogs.

Aware of Ji Dabao's over-quietness, Ji Lianhuo had no time to tidy up his embarrassment, stopped, took an orange from the cart, carefully peeled off the orange skin, and handed the orange petals to the cub on his back.

Ji Dabao held the orange petals in both hands, took a bite on it, and tried to suck the pulp juice inside, because the nutrition did not keep up, Ji Dabao now only has two teeth, one is a bit crooked, and his body is smaller than children of the same age. Looks completely underage.

While Ji Lianhuo was pulling the cart, he handed orange petals to the cub on his back. When Ji Dabao finished eating the whole orange, the two of them also arrived at the stall.

"Xiao Ji, why are you here to sell fruit again!" Ji Lianhuo just pushed the small trolley to the position, and the old man selling sugar-fried chestnuts next to him immediately walked over with a nervous face, and kept looking at the end of the street. .

"This street still collects protection fees, have you forgotten the injury before?"

"No." Ji Lianhuo looked at the fruits on the cart and shook his head, his lips turned white.

The old man followed Ji Lianhuo's gaze and found a huge durian next to the cheap fruit on the cart.

The old man suddenly understood, his eyes helpless.

When Ji Lianhuo set up a stall here before, there was a regular customer who spent a lot of money, such as durians, and often greeted Ji Lianhuo to remind him to buy.

Sucheng is to the north, and it is already past the time for durians to go on the market. At this time, Ji Lianhuo went to the wholesale market and encountered durians, so why not come here to sell them?

"You don't want to die?" The old man lowered his voice and subconsciously looked at Ji Lianhuo's shoulder.

The scene of Ji Lianhuo being hacked to the shoulder by a gangster is still vivid in my mind. The old man's brain tingles when he thinks about the bleeding, but the kid just keeps silent, staring at the gangster holding the knife with his dark eyes , holding the blood-stained wooden stick tightly with one hand, and slashing straight at the opponent's head, it was terrifying to watch.

"Dabao cried all night." Ji Lianhuo lifted the fruit on the cart, even the box, picked out some good ones, and put them on display, "If you sell the goods on half credit, you can take Dabao to the clinic to have a look .”

A small furry head protruded from Ji Lianhuo's shoulder at the right time, and his big black eyes looked at the old man in front of him.

"Hey, Dabao!" The old man touched Ji Dabao's head kindly, took out a few roasted chestnuts from his pocket, and stuffed them into Ji Dabao's clothes.

Ji Dabao hurriedly raised his hand to catch the fried chestnuts, but his hands were too small, and they were already full after holding two. A round chestnut rolled down, and the old man bent over to pick it up. He saw the boy's torn pants, and Scratches on the calf.

"What's the matter?" The old man took a serious look, but luckily the wound didn't bleed.

"Stray dogs." After Ji Lianhuo placed the fruit, he took out a broken porcelain bowl from the cloth bag hanging on the cart, "Uncle Yu, can I borrow some of your hot water."

"Oh, you kid, why don't you borrow it?" The old man was full of pity, and quickly took a small teapot from his booth, and poured half a bowl of steaming water into Ji Lianhuo's bowl.

Ji Lianhuo took out a large dusty plastic jar from the cloth bag, poured some rice paste powder into the bowl, and kept stirring it with chopsticks.

Leng Ye, who had eaten countless delicacies from mountains and seas, stared straight at the bowl of rice porridge in front of him. Leng Ye gulped down his saliva because of the strong aroma, and his stomach growled.

Feeling that the edge of the bowl is not hot, Ji Lianhuo took out a small iron spoon and fed rice cereal spoonful by spoonful into Ji Dabao's mouth. At this moment, Ji Dabao's mouth seemed to be a bottomless abyss, which could hold a large bowl of rice. It's all messed up.

Ji Lianhuo lowered his head and scraped the bowl wall with an iron spoon, and fed the last half spoonful of rice porridge into Ji Dabao's mouth. Ji Dabao touched his stomach, feeling satisfied for a long time.

"Xiao Ji, haven't you eaten yet?" The old man carefully took out an aluminum lunch box and handed it to Ji Lianhuo.

"My daughter-in-law brought this to me. I haven't finished eating it. You can help me eat the rest. It's a pity if it doesn't pour over."

"Thank you, uncle." Ji Lianhuo pursed his pale lips, took the lunch box from the old man with both hands, and bowed seriously to the old man, "I will definitely return it to you in the future."

"Look at you kid, it's just a little leftover food." The old man showed his broken teeth with a smile, turned back to his stall, and yelled at passers-by.

"Sweet and fragrant hot fried chestnuts!"

The street where Ji Lianhuo set up his stall is considered one of the prime locations in Sioux City. There are two neighborhoods around it, a prefecture-level hospital, and across the street is a famous nightlife street in Sioux City. At night, there are more and more people. .

Ji Lianhuo was not willing to finish the meal given by Uncle Yu in one sitting. Only when he was too hungry could he take two bites to last the day.

The business on the street is pretty good today. Ji Lianhuo sold more than ten catties of apples and half a box of oranges. Nuoda's durians are still on the cart. Occasionally people ask, but when they hear the price, most of them give up.

Taking advantage of Ji Dabao's drool-drooling sleep and the absence of guests, Ji Lianhuo took out his lunch box, swallowed two mouthfuls of rice, and carefully put a grain of rice stuck to the side of the lunch box with chopsticks, and put it into his mouth.

As the evening approached, the clouds in the sky were dyed a warm orange. A car slowly parked diagonally opposite the fruit stand. The shiny black body was like a mirror. Uncle Yu walked over curiously, stood beside Ji Lianhuo, looked at the car logo, and endured Can't help "tsk".

"Xiao Ji, have you seen that big B with wings?" Uncle Yu put his hands in his hands, with envy in his eyes, "Then it's called Bentley, and everyone who has a little money in Sioux City loves to drive that thing."

"Oh." Ji Lianhuo responded lightly, and lowered his head to check if there were any more rice grains beside the lunch box.

"Xiao Ji, guess how much such a car costs?" Uncle Yu continued to be interested and encouraged Ji Lianhuo to guess the price.

Ji Lianhuo raised his eyes, looked diagonally at the high-end luxury car that was obviously different from other private cars, and shook his head silently.

"My son told me that at least this number is required." Uncle Yu stretched out both hands.

"One hundred thousand?" Ji Lianhuo had no idea about this number. The only thing he knew was that after the death of his brother and sister-in-law, the other party lost 3 yuan.

The money was originally in the hands of my grandfather, but later my uncle's creditor took most of it away.

"One hundred thousand?" Uncle Yu shook his head triumphantly, emphasizing his tone, "Ten one hundred thousand, one million!"

Ji Lianhuo didn't say a word, the number was too vague, and it was impossible for him to earn that much money in his lifetime.

"Huh?" Uncle Yu looked diagonally across and made a sound of surprise. Ji Lianhuo raised his head subconsciously and saw two men, and ran to the front of the car quickly, saying hello with a smile on his face.

"Looks like he's a big shot this time." Uncle Yu watched the excitement with his eyes wide open.

"Those two men are the managers of Yehun Bar. I saw my youngest son's boss come here to play before. He is a big boss, and he has never been greeted by the manager. Today's one is quite grand."

Hearing this, Ji Lianhuo looked up at the biggest bar here.

"Yehun Bar, Xiao Ji, you've always heard of it. It's normal to drink tens of thousands of drinks in the famous rich man's place in Sioux City. According to my youngest son, there are an infield and an outfield, and a swimming pool. There are so many beautiful girls!"

Ji Lianhuo glanced at Yehun's cursive characters, then turned his gaze back to the lunch box in his hand.

"Oh, the people in the car came out!" Uncle Yu excitedly bumped Ji Lianhuo's elbow. Ji Lianhuo held his lunch box firmly and looked up. What caught his eye was stepping out of the car, a spotless and precious Black leather shoes.

The person in the car leaned out, and the straight black suit set off the other's slender figure, long legs, and narrow waist. Ji Lianhuo's eyes slowly moved up, and he held his breath unconsciously.

Contrary to Ji Lianhuo's vague guess before, this is a very young man.

The man's white shirt is buttoned up to the top button. His complexion is white, his facial features are fine and slender, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses is on his straight nose. He is elegant and refined. Although his thin lips are light in color, they cannot be ignored. Beautiful and calm.

For some reason, Ji Lianhuo suddenly felt that his forearm, which was pumped this morning, started to feel hot and itchy at this time, as if blood was boiling and congesting between the skin texture, making people want to tear it hard.

With a "bang", Ji Lianhuo lowered his head and saw the aluminum lunch box falling from his hand.

Ji Lianhuo's hands trembled inexplicably, and he quickly squatted down to clean up the mess.

This is Uncle Yu's lunch box, not his own.

Getting out of the car, Wang Zhaomou was about to go to the drinking party with Mr. Zhang, when he had just walked two steps, he heard a voice behind him.

Lao Qi quickly stood in front of Wang Zhaomou and looked warily at the source of the sound. Wang Zhaomou turned his head and saw an innocent old man standing across the street with his hands in his hands.

Smiling at the old man, Wang Zhaomou patted Lao Qi on the shoulder, and walked into Yeshun under the warm hospitality of the two managers of the bar.