Dead after eight years [rebirth]

When Cheng Shuibei arrived at the place the next day, he found that old man Zhang had already opened the door and set up the stove.

Ever since he had Xiao Cheng as his helper, old man Zhang would sleep an extra hour in the past, and come to the newsstand later in the evening to be the shopkeeper.

Today is so abnormal, Cheng Shuibei couldn't help but panic when he heard the story last night.

"Uncle Zhang, it's so early today, why don't you go back to sleep for a while, and I'll be fine here!"

Cheng Shuibei snatched the magazine he held in his arms, and wanted to push him back to rest for a while, but old man Zhang didn't intend to go home, he was busy with Xiao Cheng, and just stared at Cheng Shuibei when he had nothing to do , seems to want to say something.He waited until Cheng Shuibei was almost done with his work before the old man Zhang said: "Xiaobei, I want to go back to my hometown and see, and I will make you busy for a few days, okay?"

Cheng Shuibei found out about old man Zhang, and immediately responded with a pat on the chest.

Seeing that old man Zhang still had worries on his face, Xiao Cheng smiled and reassured him: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I will definitely manage the newsstand well. You don't have to worry about Uncle Cheng's family. I will take care of everything. Go back to your hometown and rest well." Two days—by the way, how do you go, do you want me to borrow a tricycle to take you there?"

Old man Zhang waved his hands again and again: "No, no, I'll take the train. The train departs at 08:30. The train station is not far away. I can just walk over there."

Before the old man left, he kept telling him to lock the door at night and not to open it too early in the morning, etc.While listening, Cheng Shuibei took instant noodles and ham sausage from the shelf and stuffed it into his arms: "Uncle Zhang, eat it on the way, and charge it to my account."

Old man Zhang was amused by his serious face: "You boy, this is not mine!"

Cheng Shuibei scratched his head in embarrassment, but insisted on asking him to bring his things, and waited on Uncle Zhang until the time of departure, so he was completely relieved.

The old man with the military kettle on his back staggered towards the station. The morning light shone on the kettle with a touch of green, and also illuminated the faint red words "Pacesetter" on the kettle.

Old man Zhang looked back to confirm that Cheng Shuibei hadn't followed, and turned to another road in two or three steps.

He was indeed going to the station, but not the train station.

It takes only one hour to get there by train, but the price is several times more expensive. Mr. Zhang chose to take a bus. The journey takes four to five hours, but the ticket only costs [-] yuan.

Buy a ticket, get on the train, check in, and depart.

Old man Zhang leaned against the car window, touched his flat purse, and fell asleep very contentedly against the rising sun.

After bumping for five hours, old man Zhang finally arrived at the bus station in his hometown.

The people in the company dragged away big and small bags, and his only luggage was a green water bottle, an empty pocket, and Xiao Cheng insisted that he bring two buckets of instant noodles.

At one or two o'clock in the afternoon in August, when the sun was scorching, he put his fanny pack on his head to block the sun, and walked home staggeringly.

The town is still some distance away from home, and it takes 10 minutes by car. Old man Zhang chose to walk back.

He walked this section of the road when he picked up his son.

The ashes urn was stuck in his chest, and old man Zhang hugged him tightly and refused to let go, walking back step by step.

Now the old man holding the instant noodle bucket embarked on this journey again. He walked for a while and rested for a while, and arrived at the entrance of the village when it was almost dark.

On both sides of the road, a large area of ​​green peanuts grew. Once upon a time, old man Zhang also had such a large field. Corn, peanuts and wheat grew one after another. It was a busy time all year round.

Old man Zhang walked around the street and turned into the field to the west.

He carried two barrels of instant noodles and walked to the north field, his posture was like a soldier holding a gun.

In the large field that originally belonged to him, there were two small unremarkable soil bags standing upright.

The one on the left is Zhang Lixiang, his son.

The one on the right is Wu Lanhua, his wife.

Old man Zhang waded through the ankle-grown peanut seedlings in the field, and sat down between two dirt bags, grinning.

"Son, motherfucker, I'm back!"

Old man Zhang took off all the things hanging on his body, in his arms, and on his back, and put them on the ground, humming a little tune happily.

He didn't eat the two buckets of instant noodles that Cheng Shuibei stuffed for him before he came. Old man Zhang placed them one by one in front of the little bun, muttering, "I'll give you a taste of the city."

The old man Zhang lay down in the crop field, holding a small soil bag in one hand, his fingernails stuck in the soil, smiling like a flower: "The money has been paid back, and our family can finally sleep peacefully!"

The summer wind blew, and the tumbling peanut seedlings reflected the white light of the clouds, as bright as a heavenly road leading to the moon.

Old man Zhang was lying in the middle of this heavenly road.

……

Old man Zhang has been on this trip for seven or eight days. Fortunately, Cheng Shuibei has already familiarized himself with the process of buying and selling goods, and with Cheng Nan's half-hearted help, everything went smoothly.

What didn't go well was Cheng Nan's study.

Every time Cheng Shuibei wanted to calm down and teach him well, he laid out his summer homework and asked him to point out where he couldn't do it, Cheng Nan said like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water: "Nowhere, don't teach it. meeting!"

Angry Cheng Shuibei wanted to reach out to hit him again, every time Cheng Nan would slip away faster than a monkey, and he disappeared after a while, Cheng Shuibei couldn't hit him even if he wanted to.

But this kid can't run far, usually just hide in the corner for a while, come back laughing when Cheng Shuibei's face changes, if not, move his father out, and punish Cheng Shuibei to death.

When Cheng Nan repeated his old trick for the third time, Cheng Shuibei simply stopped chasing him and waited for him to come back, thinking that even if he mentioned Cheng Wenqiu this time, it would not be easy, and he would teach his brother a lesson no matter what. .

It didn't take long before Cheng Nan came back.

——I didn’t come back by myself, but was sent back by someone else by the collar.

This person was wearing a black shirt, black trousers, and a mysterious black hat. Cheng Nan didn't look at the road when he ran out, and fell into his arms.

"sorry Sorry!"

After Cheng Nan apologized, he wanted to run away, but the man didn't let him go, and grabbed him by the collar.

He was wearing a hat with the brim pulled down very low. Cheng Nan didn't see his face clearly, but he heard the man say coldly, "Follow me back to find him."

When Cheng Nan saw Cheng Shuibei, it was as if he saw a rescuer. At this moment, he didn't care about whether he would be disturbed, so he quickly hid behind him and cated, only peeking with his eyes.

What Cheng Nan didn't expect was that Cheng Shuibei didn't quarrel with this fierce man. The arrogance he had just faced with him just now was gone, and now he was like a wimpy rabbit who had met his mortal enemy.

——It was Zhang Ci'an who came.

"Why are you here?" Cheng Shuibei protected Cheng Nan with one hand, but he didn't know how his brother met Zhang Ci'an, a great god.

Zhang Ci'an didn't look at him, but stared at Cheng Nan who was hiding behind Cheng Shuibei, and it took a long time before he replied: "You said it, say hello next time we meet."

Cheng Shuibei wanted to slap himself.

The last time Twitch did not know why he said this sentence, he wanted to persuade himself to relax a bit, but it was only when he shared the bed with the previous life and talked face to face with the "one-night love" partner in this life, that he realized that he had no love at all. Not relieved, he could only smile awkwardly.

The young man also took his words seriously.

Zhang Ci'an didn't seem to intend to argue with him about this, and continued to stare at Cheng Nan and asked, "Why is he running?"

If you are in a hurry and don't look at it, if you bump into an unreasonable person, you will probably be extorted a lot of money.

Cheng Shuibei didn't want to entangle him too much, so he explained dryly: "It's nothing, the child is not good at studying, and he lost his temper when he was said a few words, so what, thank you for sending Cheng Nan. Cheng Nan came and said thank you brother, Goodbye brother."

Cheng Shuibei almost wrote the word "chasing away" on his face, and Cheng Nan also cooperated with "thank you brother, see you again", but Zhang Ci'an didn't intend to leave.

He looked left and right, and found Cheng Nan's summer homework spread out on the table. He condescended to sit down on the small bench, and began to study it seriously.

Cheng Nan lingered behind Cheng Shuibei for a long time, and finally remembered where he had met this unknown person.

"He is," Cheng Nan tugged at Cheng Shuibei's sleeves, swallowed and shouted excitedly, "He is the number one student in the college entrance examination in the newspaper!"