MTL - The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993-Chapter 15 , night talk

   Chapter 15, Night Talk

  Daughter Man Jing was forced by his wife's family to give her the surname Yang, which was a pain point hidden in Ruan Dezhi's heart.

   Zhang Xuan wisely did not stop on this topic.

   It was already very late at night. He was afraid that his uncle who had drunk two bowls of soju would go to bed too early, so he said simply and clearly, "Uncle, I am very interested in the goods confiscated by the customs."

   Ruan Dezhi finally figured out what he was going to do, and forgot to take off his clothes for a while, so he leaned on the bed and stared at his nephew.

  The turtle stared at the king and refused to give in to each other. The two stared at each other for more than two minutes. Seeing that Zhang Xuan did not mean to retreat, Ruan Dezhi had a headache and could not bear to refuse explicitly, so he said euphemistically:

   "I'm just a section chief now, and I don't have much power in the customs. The good things and the really valuable things in the confiscated materials are not qualified to handle with my status.

   And the confiscated materials are sold to the society, which requires certain special contacts and social experience, as well as financial capital to support. What's more..."

   Speaking of this, Ruan Dezhi raised his head and looked at Zhang Xuan: "Besides, you are still a senior in high school, and there are many fish and dragons in Shencheng. I am not at ease to let you out at this age."

  Uncle is telling the truth and caring about his words, but Zhang Xuan and his two generations naturally have their own considerations.

   He couldn't show Ruan Dezhi that he had decades of social experience. I can't tell him that I'm actually an old yb, and I can't tell him "the thing you're worried about is actually not a problem at all in my opinion"...

  Since you can't kill him from a bird's-eye view, win him. Then there is only another way to find this uncle's weakness to play the emotional card, play the bitter card, and win sympathy.

The second sister ran away without the money, her mother had surgery for a tumor, she was hospitalized, and the family added a few new debts. These old Zhangs never told Ruan Dezhi, they were hiding it from Ruan Xiuqin. , is afraid of burdening others.

   But now Zhang Xuan doesn't have so many concerns, in order to bring this uncle into emotional resonance.

When his expression changed and his eyes darkened, he began to cultivate himself as an actor. He said all the things that should and should not be said in one go. Got that runny nose...

   In the end, he said he was crying, and his eyes were red from crying... It's too deep into the play!

After talking about    for about half an hour, his mouth was dry, and finally Zhang Xuan got out of bed and found his enamel cup, picked up the thermos and filled it with warm water, raised his head and drank it in one breath.

   Then he sat on the bench, staring at Ruan Dezhi, and stopped talking, just wait! There is a lot of meaning that if you don't promise me, I won't sleep.

   Ruan Dezhi, whose eyes were sore, had long known that his sister's family was having a hard time, but he didn't expect it to be so miserable.

  Recall that when her parents were still alive, Ruan Xiuqin was also a well-known flower. Her body was full of sunshine and vitality, and she was followed by a string of admiring teenagers behind her buttocks.

   But times have changed, and the fate has been many, but now the beautiful sister who was beautiful in the past is now in this mountain col to suffer and suffer. He is very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, and he wants to tear his chest open and cry.

  The time passed by, and Zhang Xuan used the incense in the middle to poke the kerosene wick once to make the room brighter.

  I don't know when, Ruan Dezhi also slowly eased over. He looked at his nephew who was still full of expectation and stared at his nephew.

   "I have to go back and think about it, you wait for my news."

   "Okay, thank you uncle."

   Hearing this, Zhang Xuan was naturally full of joy on his face. Although he had not yet personally agreed, but based on his own understanding of this uncle, to be able to express his position like this, he almost agreed.

   Just the word "wait" made him a little disappointed. He didn't know how long he would have to wait, a month? two months? Or half a year?

   I'm really not sure, but at this moment I can't make progress, Zhang Xuan is really depressed, should I continue to eat sweet potato rice for half a year, this life is too hard.

  No, I have to get up early tomorrow morning, I have to rush to cook, and cook sweet potato rice for my uncle...

   Together with these evil thoughts, Zhang Xuan has subdued himself, there is really no one else!

   This night, the two talked for a long time around the issue of "confiscation of materials"...

   When Ruan Dezhi fell asleep later, he didn't know.

   There were thunderstorms outside, the wind was blowing again, and it was raining again.

  The raindrops hit the corrugated roof, tinkling, singing like a beautiful lover beside me, and it sounded extraordinarily sentimental in the middle of the night.

   For Zhang Xuan, who likes this kind of weather, he should be able to sleep peacefully.

   However, Ruan Dezhi fell asleep like a big fat pig, snoring with his mouth wide open, snoring like thunder, and the harsh sound of high and low, a **** 500 meters away can be pregnant.

   Endured for more than half an hour, counting the stars and sheep with closed eyes, thinking about the graceful style of the proprietress of the wonton shop, thinking about the pure beauty of the good-looking girls in the class, thinking about the fairies I have met in the society...,

  Thinking about this and that, but unfortunately it’s useless and can’t be distracted.

   I can't take it anymore!

  Zhang Xuan sat up, sighed, and gave his uncle beside him a death stare for two minutes. When he was there, he withdrew his gaze and forced himself to be hostile.

   He got out of bed with his clothes on, and in the dark night, he felt the foreign fire, clattered, lit the kerosene lamp, and continued to fight for a few words.

  …

   was forced to stay awake all night.

   In the early morning of the next day, when the rooster in the village crows for the third time, Zhang Xuan put down his pen, only to realize that it was already slightly bright outside.

   stretched out his hands and stretched out, and found that he was still full of energy at this moment.

   Ruan Dezhi was still asleep, and Zhang Xuan didn't bother him. He covered the pen cap, closed the book, put out the kerosene lamp, and went for a walk outside to get some fresh air.

   He found that he was not the first to get up. Uncle Zou next door had already picked up five or six pounds of dog **** with a dustpan and a hoe.

   said hello, walked along the road, and found that there was more than one person picking up dog poop.

  There are two widowed old men and old women, and they are picking up **** together. Zhang Xuan eavesdropped on it from a distance. I don’t know if the two who are talking and laughing are picking up **** or talking dirty.

  Bah! At such an old age, it's shameless to talk about meat and jokes in such a sly way.

   After half an hour, Zhang Xuan returned home and prepared to cook sweet potato rice.

   took some time to peel and dice the sweet potatoes, he took a liter and went to the rice jar to make rice.

   When the lid of the rice jar was lifted, everyone was stupid. There were actually two mice in the rice jar, and they were staring up at him with their big butts.

   The six eyes met, no, one man and two mice confronted each other for a moment, Zhang Xuan got angry, **** it! The old Zhang family eats sweet potato rice frugally, so why do you eat white rice?

   Comrade Ruan Dezhi doesn't let me sleep, I can't bear it; you eat my white rice, I can't bear it!

   It was too late, Zhang Xuan put the wooden lid on, and Wuyang Wuyang called the eldest sister to bring the urea bags, and he had to clean them up.

  The urea bag came, covered the opening of the rice jar from the outside, poured the mouse and the remaining rice into it, grabbed the mouth of the bag with his hand, lifted the urea bag and slammed it on the stone!

  It took a lot of effort, and the mouse fainted, but that rice, a pile of mouse hair...

   Comrade Ruan Xiuqin rushed over, his lungs were about to explode, and he said angrily: "As far as you can, the book has been read to the heart of the ass, and a mouse has put it all over the place."

   "I..." Zhang Xuan stomped his neck, unable to say a word for a long time.

   I hate that this mouse is really not a **** thing, and he will be buried with him when he dies.

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