go beside the loyal dog

Sleep well and wake up feeling refreshed.

Jiang Likun dawdled under the warm quilt, and as soon as the corners of his eyes opened, he was startled by the shadow that couldn't be ignored, and reflexively clamped him upside down, waiting to see clearly, Immediately posted it with a beaming smile on his face, catching people and burrowing into the quilt again.

"Get up," Feng Zhen stretched out his hand to cover his face that was getting closer and closer, his eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth immediately pursed even more.

"Stingy, we haven't seen each other for so many days, what's the matter with hugging?" Jiang Likun carefully glanced at the indifferent Feng Zhen, mumbling in his mouth, not daring to annoy him, but relaxed a little With a lot of energy, he leaned forward shamelessly.

Feng Zhen paused when he heard him, and suddenly remembered the series of footprints of different shades he saw last night, and then looked at Jiang Likun who was buried in the quilt and laughed heartlessly, and kicked him with a headache. He kicked, but there was some awkward concern in his words, "When did you come, have you eaten?"

"No, I went out with Sister Nan this morning. I was sleepy in the morning and didn't have time to eat lunch." Jiang Likun looked at the warm sun outside, yawned and said lazily, his body seemed boneless Leaning lazily on Feng Zhen.

"There is still food in the kitchen, get up quickly," Feng Zhen glared at the big hand that touched his waist at some point, left this sentence coldly, and turned to go out.

The Spring Festival is approaching, and every household in the town is very busy. Before the [-]th of the new year, the whole family needs to be cleaned, and the corners of the house must be cleaned. I ate all kinds of sweets. At that time, there were quite a variety of candies. Some orange candies, sugar-wrapped peanuts, and small biscuits with flowers were always kept at home.

Mother Feng is drying the quilts in the yard. There are many relatives who come to visit during this New Year's Eve, and some of them stay overnight and don't go home. In order to avoid being wronged and the children for a night, these unused beds and quilts must be dried in advance. .

Seeing Jiang Likun, her expression was obviously a little strange, and she glanced at the gate without any trace in her eyes. This is really strange, she has been busy in the yard for a long time, and she has never seen anyone come in.

However, he was puzzled in his heart, but he didn't bring it up on his face, but greeted him with a gentle smile, "It's Li Kun, I haven't seen you for many days, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, I got up early in the morning because I had something to do, no, I sneaked onto Zhenzhen's bed halfway and took a nap, hehe..." Jiang Likun scratched his head, smiling a little embarrassedly.

"You kid, you've got everything you want, and you're not afraid of starving yourself," Mother Feng rubbed the big guy's head with a grin, and said affectionately, "Quick, let Zhenzhen help you heat up the meal, The pork belly in the stove is still warm."

"Hey, okay, Aunt Feng, you are so kind to me," Jiang Likun chuckled, squinting his eyes and added, "It's just like my own mother."

Mother Feng covered her mouth and smiled, dusted the quilt with her hands, and looked at him jokingly with her lips curled up, "There is only one real mother. If you say that, your real mother will be unhappy."

"How can it be? My mother recently said that when I run here every day, I want to treat this as my own home." Jiang Likun's mouth seemed to be smeared with honey, and Mother Feng, who was coaxing in a few words, smiled. From ear to ear, "As long as Aunt Feng doesn't dislike her, then I'll be Aunt Feng's godson. Anyway, I always regard Zhenzhen as important as my relatives."

Feng Zhen rolled his eyes on the side, seeing his mother's coaxed smile, he didn't bother to bother him, Jiang Likun was born with a bit of talent to please people, plus his previous attitude towards Feng Zhen She never concealed her heart and soul. From Mother Feng's point of view, she was naturally willing to let him get close to Feng Zhen, and she didn't feel any rejection of Jiang Likun's words.

Mother Feng herself couldn't tell whether Jiang Likun's words were serious or joking, but this did not hinder her good mood. A word of godmother, I can't do it in my heart, so I took the man's hand and walked to the kitchen, "Come on, godmother will fry a plate of sausage for you, and add a plate of Chinese cabbage, it's sweet and refreshing, and it's just right for dinner."

"Mom, didn't you say that the cabbage is reserved for stewing vermicelli at night?" Feng Zhen reminded him with a blank expression. He felt that it was a bit redundant for him to stand here now. Who is her son, convex!

Mother Feng was taken aback, walked over to touch her son's tender face, and teased, "Oh, are you jealous?" She smiled, then bent her eyes and comforted, "I won't eat stewed vermicelli at night, Let's make sweet and sour carp, and Mom will do it herself, ah." After saying that, he turned and went to work.

When the food was on the table, Feng Zhen sat and watched Jiang Likun finish the bowl of white rice like a hungry ghost reincarnated. After sweeping up the wreckage, even the vegetable juice was poured into a bowl, stirred a few times, and eaten. While eating a full belly, I didn't forget to pour down two bowls of egg drop soup.

Changing to another house would definitely lead to bankruptcy, Feng Zhen smacked his lips secretly, he had never seen anyone eat so hard at school.

Mother Feng's idea was simple, but she was just happy that someone was honoring her face and eating up all the meals she cooked. When she was about to finish, she asked hesitantly, "Do you want to order more?"

"No, no, I'm full, godmother," Jiang Likun wiped his mouth, squinted his eyes and smiled contentedly.

There is a saying called "turning grief and anger into appetite". Jiang Likun's situation probably has the same effect. He wants more things in his heart, but now he lacks strength, so he will reflexively try to use other ways to fulfill this goal. Thoughts, of course, there are reasons why he is really hungry.

After eating and drinking, Jiang Likun followed Feng Zhen's ass, helping to clean up the hut where the debris was piled up, or carrying the ladder and repairing the blue tiles and red bricks on the ancestral house with Feng's father, such as delicate things like painting He can't learn it, but he is the leader inside and outside the rough work of pasting walls and laying bricks, and repairing wood.

It's rare for younger brother Feng to be kind to Jiang Likun. In fact, as long as he doesn't get too close to Feng Zhen, Feng Mingzong still has a good impression of this big man. In his heart, Father Feng is his idol, his hero.Because in the educational philosophy he received, a man should stand upright, be able to make money, take care of his family, and behave with propriety.

Of course, compared to Feng's father, Jiang Likun is not a little bit worse in Feng's younger brother's heart, but barely can be regarded as the one he recognizes, no matter what, he is still very good to his brother.

Feng Zhen was washing tables and chairs in the yard with his sleeves rolled up. Jiang Likun stood and rested after finishing his busy work. His forehead was covered with bean-sized sweat as he ran up and down. Mother Feng felt a little sorry, "Thanks to Likun today." Let’s have dinner at the godmother’s house tonight, and the godmother will cook something delicious for you.”

"Hey, okay." Jiang Likun didn't know how to be polite, and after he answered, he didn't forget to correct her address, "Godmother, you can just call me Kunzi, Likun Likun, why do you sound so strange, haha... ..."

"Hey, that's fine, Kunzi, take a break, the house is almost cleaned up," Mama Feng was very cheerful, she couldn't see others talking coyly, it was obvious that Jiang Likun's out-of-the-ordinary words made her feel at ease in her heart, The eyebrows were curved, and a bright red glow appeared on both cheeks when he smiled.

The sun in the courtyard was so clear that it didn’t bask in the sun. Grandpa Feng moved the recliner and put it on the stone table, squinting his eyes to bask in the sun. The radio was turned on and there were bursts of peking opera, the old god was there He hummed a few words, and danced involuntarily with his wrapped body, but the heavy clothes on his body made him feel like he was carrying a turtle shell. He couldn't turn around for a long time.

Taking advantage of the time when Mother Feng was cooking in the kitchen, Jiang Likun was dragged by Grandpa Feng to play a few games of chess. They had played against each other before, and it often ended with Grandpa Feng's narrow victory and a tie between the two, but today Somehow, ouch, this luck really went to grandma's house.

"Don't play, don't play, why do I always lose? No energy, no energy," Grandpa Feng tossed the chess piece in depression, playing a rascal with an unhappy face.

Jiang Likun cleaned up the mess with a calm expression, and divided the chess pieces on both sides with a smile. He didn't say much, but asked carefully, "Are you coming?" Seeing the hesitation on Grandpa Feng's face, he paused, and then He said, "Maybe you'll win if you place the bet, I just blame my luck today, this..."

"Come as soon as you come, I'm afraid of you," Grandpa Feng stared with resignation on his face, he was full of confidence after being cleaned up again and again, and he was about to take him down.

After this kind of repeated defeats and repeated defeats, Grandpa Feng was so abused that he couldn't even eat well. Feng Zhen was very speechless about this.

Jiang Likun expressed that he was in a very good mood, and at the end he did not forget to comfort others, "Grandpa, next time you drink, take it easy, ah, drinking too much is not good for your health."

After dinner, Feng Zhen was assigned a task by Feng's mother. Because there are many guests during the New Year's Eve, the New Year's goods are usually delivered in advance. In addition, Wang's grandfather also made good friends there. There are relatives and friends in the nearby villages and towns. Quite a few, fearing that the family would be too busy at that time, Mother Feng asked Feng Zhen to deliver the things first, and Jiang Likun offered to accompany her.

The two uncles of the Wang family are close brothers and sisters to Mama Feng. The eldest uncle Wang Shiming is an honest man. He runs a car repair shop at home, and let the eldest aunt also run a grocery store. Life is quite enjoyable. But the real capable person of the Wang family is Wang Shirong, the little-known uncle of the Wang family.

A few months ago, Wang Shirong got another daughter after his eldest son. It was the time when he was full of ambitions in life. The inside and outside of the house were properly arranged, and those festive big red children's jackets were one after another. One piece, everything you eat and use is good.

When I entered the house, Grandpa Wang was not at home, and it was the children of my uncle's family who picked up things at the door.

Feng Zhen gave half of the things to him, and he was still carrying a bag of baby products in his hand. As he walked in, he asked, "Where are uncle and uncle?"

The child was still chewing a big white rabbit toffee, and his cheeks were puffed up, and he couldn't speak clearly, "In the back, in the backyard, grandpa was invited out to slaughter a cow, and he is not at home."

Feng Zhen nodded, Jiang Likun followed closely behind carrying a large bag of things, his eyes looked around curiously, thinking about the close relationship between Feng Zhen and his grandfather's family, he nodded secretly in his heart, probably before Feng Zhen hid He was probably staying here.

If you can't find anyone in the future, you can take a look here.

After putting the things away, Feng Zhen led Jiang Likun to the backyard.

Uncle Wang was squatting on a stone chair with his head down, smoking tobacco. He did a lot of hard work when he was a child, so he loved this kind of heavy smoke. His eyes were rarely clear under the drooping eyelids, his expression was a bit distressed, hesitant to speak.

Although Wang Shirong is the younger brother, he has always had many ideas and has a gully in his chest. He has his own unique way of looking at things. It can be said that he is the most flexible generation in the Wang family.It's just that his expression was also not very relaxed, as if he was worried about the same thing as Uncle Wang's, and he clearly had a conclusion in his mind, but he still couldn't make up his mind.

"I think this road must be cut off. You also know that the investigation is very tight now. If it hurts us, you say..." Wang Shirong stood up suddenly, and said fiercely against the back molars, his eyes were somewhat determined.

"Isn't the money we invested in wasted? At the beginning, I used my old background to make capital for writing. You said that this road has been going smoothly. Isn't there nothing wrong now?" Wang Shiming anxious With a flick of the cigarette in his hand, it fell directly to the ground, his thick neck straightened, as if he was looking for someone to desperately.

"Those who work in the business of 'converting goods' are not guaranteed jobs. If something happens, it will be too late. By then, will you let our father, our wife and children come to see us in prison? Ah," Wang Shirong was also suffocated, he poked his elder brother's chest and blushed angrily, and he couldn't calm down the excitement for a long time.

When Feng Zhen and the others approached, he heard these few words, but he also only half understood Wang Shirong's words, and he was so confused that he couldn't figure out the situation. He blushed and choked so thickly before.

Jiang Likun's eyes moved, his eyes stared at the old calluses that Wang Shirong showed when he turned up his hand gesture, and combined with the phrase "out of stock" in his mouth just now, he vaguely understood what kind of business Uncle Wang's family was doing.

Indeed, in this day and age, compared with farming at home, opening a small shop, collecting rent, and smuggling valuable goods, the high profits that many people can get in a short period of time are irresistible to many people.

Now that the country is developing, the social system and legal charter are gradually improving. By the end of this year, the country has increased its efforts to crack down on smuggling, trying to strictly prevent this phenomenon from happening.

Of course, this kind of thing cannot be eradicated at the root. No matter how good-looking it is on the surface, the private matter is another matter. I believe everyone understands this truth, but no matter whether this kind of thing can be eliminated Thoroughly, this is the attitude that the country presents, which is part of the constitution of a civilized society.

Perhaps Jiang Likun's eyes were too blatant. When Feng Zhen approached, Wang Shirong turned his head vigilantly. He greeted Zhen with a familiar and intimate tone, "A Zhen is here, where is your mother? Is she here too?" He poked his head and looked around.

"No, my classmate and I dropped by to deliver things. My aunt is not feeling well, and Nini is too human. I'm afraid I won't be able to leave. My mother is afraid that your things are not properly prepared, so she specially asked me to pack them up. Come here," Feng Zhen finally had a smile on his face, and when he mentioned Wang Shirong's little daughter Nini, who was a few months old, his expression became a little softer and more intimate.

"Don't rush away when you're here, your grandfather will be back later, maybe you can eat the carrot and beef brisket he made by himself," Wang Shiming, the eldest uncle of the Wang family, rubbed his hands as if he had just recovered, The honest face is full of smiles.

Feng Zhen glanced at the elder uncle with complicated eyes, and then at the younger uncle with a dark and unclear face, blinked a little strangely, but nodded with a disapproving smile on his face, "Okay, I'll go and see my little aunt and Mrs. Nini, you guys go ahead first."

"It's okay, it's okay, we've finished our business, I'll go back and ask your aunt to get some delicious food, your grandpa told me to keep it for you at noon, it's good to use it as a snack now," Wang Shiming didn't seem to hesitate to say anything to his brother, but just turned his head and smiled innocently to change the subject, and walked to the east courtyard before Wang Shirong.

The uncle of the Wang family opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he beat him to death again and avoided talking about it, even more uncomfortable under the irritability in his heart.

Jiang Likun followed Feng Zhen's buttocks with lowered eyebrows and silently. After walking for a while, he was about to reach the big house on the west side, when he suddenly covered his stomach and pushed Feng Zhen with a distorted face, "The toilet is here. Where? My stomach hurts."

"Hey, you..." Feng Zhen was a little hesitant. There is a toilet, and there is one in front of him, but this room is occupied by female relatives, and the toilet is specially made by my uncle for the convenience of my aunt. I'm afraid it's not good to go in, Feng Zhen bit his lower lip, pointed to the road before, and said, "Go back from the road just now, and just see the corner next to a jujube tree."

"I see," Jiang Likun covered his stomach without looking at Feng Zhen, and ran down the road just now with his head down, looking quite anxious.

Feng Zhen entered the room with those exquisite gadgets, and kept shaking the little doll in the cradle. Watching this innocent baby roll its eyeballs with the dangling rattle, the corners of its mouth naturally curled up.

The child's clear eyes seem to be able to wash away all the dust in the world. Feng Zhen's love for children can be glimpsed from his demeanor of always concentrating on teasing the little doll.

Time passed slowly, more than an hour passed, but Jiang Likun was still missing.

Feng Zhen always felt uneasy in his heart, sat quietly in the room for a while, chatted with his little aunt, and finally couldn't help getting up and going out of the house to find someone.

When he turned to the backyard, Jiang Likun was talking to Uncle Wang with his back on his back. The two chattered in low voices, with burning and longing in their eyes.

Wang Shirong was the first to notice his nephew's arrival. He patted Jiang Likun's shoulder lightly and said with a brisk smile, "Let's find time to discuss what you said. It will take time to confirm whether it can be implemented."

Jiang Likun nodded, and after telling him the contact information calmly, he quickly walked towards Feng Zhen, rubbed his head and said shyly, "There are so many twists and turns in this room, I almost can't go back you There it is, haha..."

Feng Zhen glanced at his uncle suspiciously, and then stared at Jiang Likun for a while, always feeling that the two of them seemed to be hiding something from him.

Because the grandfather of the Wang family had something to do and couldn't come back for the time being, the two of them went back to Feng Zhen's house before the grandfather of the Wang family came back. It was too late at night, and Jiang Likun's bicycle was scrapped again, so he could only borrow the phone number of the uncle Wang's family. Call Wu Nan.

When the phone was connected, Jiang Likun casually mentioned the matter that he planned to cooperate with Wang Shirong just now. There seemed to be a dispute between the two of them, and they only heard Wu Nan sporadically saying, "You are too selfish." '

Jiang Likun remained silent the entire time, drooping his eyelashes and saying nothing, until Wu Nan on the other end of the phone said softly, as if compromising: "You are my younger brother, no matter what you do, I will help you, you can do whatever you want, My sister will always support you."

"...Thank you, Sister Nan," Jiang Likun muttered, but still gritted his teeth and carried it down.

In fact, it's no wonder that he has the idea of ​​cooperating with Wang Shirong. Regarding the current situation of the country, there is only such a general direction. The crime of smuggling goods can be big or small, it all depends on how you handle it.

There was really no way for Wang Shirong to plan to cut off the wrists of a strong man before. He was originally a soldier. With the idea of ​​running smuggled goods, after confirming that it was feasible, he quickly recruited a group of veterans, linked them into a transportation line, and borrowed all his brother's money to devote himself to this business.

Over the years, he has also earned a lot of money here and there, but he is really kind-hearted, and the dividends of each run-off are never biased. The less money was used to make up for it, and later the route became familiar, and the money was earned more. Instead, those brothers who ran goods together were even more determined to follow Wang Shirong.

But there is one thing, that is, no matter how much money they earn, if the background is not strong enough, and if they encounter the current strict policy, even if mountains of gold and silver are piled up in front of you, it will be useless.

If you don't retreat, you can't do it. Maybe when the blind cat meets the dead mouse, they will be used as living targets, and they will be the first birds.

However, meeting Jiang Likun now is like encountering nectar in a desert traveler who is dying of thirst. Jiang Likun has a background, Wang Shirong has a manpower, a route, and those secret whistles left by traveling all over the years, as well as local snakes in various cities. Years of experience and friendship, some things don't need to be done on the bright side, the best way to act is to do it quietly and unnoticed.

Of course, the national policy is changing, so their way of earning a living will naturally have to be modified accordingly. What this method is needs to be carefully considered. Jiang Likun is not willing to waste such good resources. If he can win all the transportation for this construction project Business is undoubtedly a good start for this transformation of "shopping goods".

They don't transport private goods, but it doesn't prevent them from using the name of transport to really do some practical, legal and profitable business.

As for how Feng Zhen will view this matter, Jiang Likun doesn't care much about it anymore. Since he has made up his mind to connect with the Wang family, the relationship between the two families will never be separated again. To this point, selfishness is no longer in Jiang Likun's considerations, and no one can tell what the future will hold, as long as he doesn't feel regret and regret in the future.

On the way, Feng Zhen and the two walked slowly on the way back. The night was extremely quiet, and Jiang Likun walked beside him silently, only occasionally glancing at Feng Zhen with some perseverance and scorching eyes.

Jiang Likun sneaked his hands over to grab Feng Zhen's cold fingers, felt the vigorous struggle of his palms, pursed his lips and clenched it even more tightly, and put it in his pocket, lowering his eyebrows and whispering, "It's warmer here."

The thick and powerful knuckles clasped Feng Zhen's ten fingers tightly, as firm as a stone, but unable to move.

Along the way, Feng Zhen couldn't resist the bright and scorching warmth in the cold wind, so he moved his fingers slightly and didn't say anything else.

When he got home, Wu Nan had already parked the car outside Feng's house early. Seeing Jiang Likun lazily stretching out a hand and shaking it, he waited patiently for someone to approach, and then slowly shouted , "Hey, you guys are back."

The two stood at the door and talked face to face. Jiang Likun smiled and narrowed his eyes, his face was gentle, and his tone was brisk, "I'm busy these days, so I may not have time to come to you." Having said that, he paused and added Said, "I'm calling, you can't avoid me and don't answer the phone, ah."

He let go of his hand and took two quick steps, then turned back as if remembering something, and took out his big hand into his trouser pocket, with a rare shy smile on his face, "I won this a few days ago, I'll give it to you Make it a New Year's gift."

After finishing speaking, he quickly walked towards the car, and when the door was closed, he stretched out his hand and waved at him, "Go back quickly, ah, it's cold outside."

The car left far away, Feng Zhen rubbed his cold and stiff fingers again, and lightly stroked the delicate and small Swiss Army Knife with residual warmth. After a long silence, he still walked back to the house.

The author has something to say: post at midnight, hehe... By the way, good morning ~3~.or