Chapter 72 Difficult Decisions

Imitation late, Ji Chunguang calligraphy piece.

Li Suhua was standing in her courtyard, feeding two old hens with a handful of rice. When she inadvertently raised her head, she caught a glimpse of a figure riding a bicycle passing by outside the courtyard wall.

She hurriedly put the dustpan on the ground and shouted into the house: "Kun'er, I seem to have seen your brother Xiaoye. Go to his house and have a look. Is he back?"

After a while, Zhou Bingkun reluctantly walked out with half a piece of mixed flour pancake in his mouth, and complained: "Maybe it's like the day before yesterday, and it's his friend who's here."

"Hurry up and don't waste time. You have to go back and forth all the time to talk to your mother."

After sending her son away, Li Suhua suddenly thought that the sleeves of the clothes she had made for her daughter were still missing, so she quickly went back to the house to look around.

Li Suhua read it right, Zhao Ye was indeed back. He didn't even eat lunch today, so he took Gao Xiaoqin on his bike, hurriedly and slowly along the way, and finally returned to Jichun before dark.

He sent Gao Xiaoqin to the gate of the municipal party committee compound and agreed on a time to return tomorrow, and then he returned to Guangzi Film.

At this time, looking at the bag of white noodles on the ground, Zhao Ye was secretly worried. He suddenly realized that his previous idea was a bit immature.

Because in Wujiatun, he and all the educated youths all ate from the same pot. Under such circumstances, it was not necessarily a good thing to rashly bring white noodles over.

This was not the first time that Zhao Ye had a meal at Zhou's house. He was not polite when he heard this. He sat down at the dining table naturally, ate two corn pancakes with pickles, and drank a bowl of cereal paste.

At this moment, Zhao Ye hesitated. As a normal man, especially a man who was used to seeing coquettish bitches in later generations, it would be a fool to say that he had no idea about a good wife and mother like Zheng Juan!

Li Suhua, who had finished her work, came over and interjected: "Then who's to blame? I said at the beginning that I would go to the street to establish a relationship and find you a better position, but you insisted on saying no, so what's the use of saying it now.

Li Suhua was not busy comforting her son. Instead, she asked Zhao Ye when he would return to Wujiatun. After hearing that it would be tomorrow, she said she would bring some change of clothes and food to Zhou Rong.

"Zheng Juan gave this to you. She said she didn't have anything to thank you for at home, so she made some pairs of insoles for you."

Zhao Ye didn't pay attention at first, just thinking that Zhou Bingkun was talking about the water flowing by itself. When he heard about a girl, he was surprised and said: "Girl, what girl, you didn't ask her what she does?"

With the joint efforts of their six educated youths, a total of twenty acres of land were cultivated, and when the spring rain came in April, corn and sorghum were planted.

But Zhou Bingkun suddenly asked: "Brother Xiaoye, how do you know Zheng... No, I mean how do you know people from Taiping Hutong?"

She said in disbelief: "Kun'er, are you really attracted to that girl?"

It is normal for Li Suhua to have this reaction.

At this point, he paused and laughed at himself: "No matter how hard it is, it's better to jump in line in the Northeast than to go to places like Northern Shaanxi. At least you don't have to beg for food."

Zhao Ye comforted him: "Auntie, don't worry too much. Apart from the poor food we have in Wujiatun, everything else is actually pretty good."

Zhao Ye glanced at Zhou Bingkun thoughtfully and asked in a complicated tone: "You kid, don't you have a crush on someone else's girl?"

Li Suhua, who came from the old society, had never seen many tragedies caused by food, and he immediately understood:

"What are you talking about? Auntie should be the one thanking you. Not only did you take care of us, Zhou Rong, in the countryside, but you also took out so much flour at once. It was our family that took advantage of you."

"Let's see what you can do. Why, our family runs the street office? You think of good things every day, and you are not afraid of your brother Xiao Ye's jokes?"

"She said her name is Zheng Juan, she lives in Taiping Hutong, and she came to thank you for treating her brother. I didn't believe it at first, thinking that you don't have medical skills, Brother Xiaoye, until..."

Zhao Ye heard what he said was confusing and couldn't help but interrupt: "Don't talk about what's good and what's not, just talk about the key points."

Hearing this voice, Zhao Ye couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and an idea suddenly came to his mind. He stepped forward and held the dough bag in his hand, and while walking out, he responded: "It's me."

Zhou Bingkun scratched his head in embarrassment, stood up, took a cloth bag from the back room, and handed it to Zhao Ye.

So, after a few words of persuasion, she turned to Zhao Yedao: "Xiaoye, tell Auntie honestly, what is your relationship with the girl Bingkun mentioned?"

Besides, Sun Qianchao and Xiao Guoqing are also discharging workers, don’t they do a good job? How could it get into your mouth? This work has become unmanned. It’s a shame that your father is not here. If he hears it, why don’t you do it well?

I’m not allowed to whip you!”

When Li Suhua heard this, her face was filled with worry: "Hurry up and tell Auntie about your queue-jumping incident."

During this period, Shui Ziliu asked Zhao Ye if he had seen the food he had prepared. Zhao Ye replied yes and thanked him.

Zhou Bingkun argued unconvincedly: "I'm not thinking that in our family of five, my dad goes to support the third front, my brother goes to build the frontier corps, and my sister joins the team to go to the countryside. How can we be considered a model family in the street? Then, right?

Why don't you give me priority and arrange a job for me that is both relaxing and decent?"

Just when Zhao Ye was in a dilemma, Zhou Bingkun's questioning voice came from outside the house: "Brother Xiaoye, are you back?"

When we got there, Tu Zhiqiang's house was indeed brightly lit. The two of them were drinking with a group of friends. When they saw Zhao Ye arriving, they were very happy and hurriedly pulled him to sit down.

"Xiaoye is here. Let Kuner have dinner with you first. After Auntie has finished these stitches, I will talk to you again."

"Why, are you having a hard time at the lumber factory?"

Zhao Ye said a few polite words, and after discussing with Li Suhua to come get the steamed buns tomorrow, he said goodbye and left.

For the next period of time, life passed very peacefully, and Zhao Ye gradually got used to jumping in line, working at sunrise and resting at sunset every day.

Zhou Rong read the great man's "Seven Rhymes of the Long March" to everyone with her eloquent voice, which won the full house's applause.

Zhao Ye put the flour bag at his feet in front of his eyes at the right moment and said to Li Suhua: "Auntie, I was just about to tell you about food. I think so. Educated youths tend to have many eyesight. It would be too tempting to bring food to you."

People are paying attention, so I want to ask you to steam some steamed buns for me and take them with you, so that Zhou Rong and I can avoid people while eating."

As she said that, she weighed the flour bag on the ground with her hands and suggested: "I think you have at least twenty kilograms of white flour. How about this? I'll add another ten kilograms of stick noodles and make two-faced steamed buns for you.

Unobtrusive and easy to store.”

Zhao Ye saw that he seemed to be very interested in going to the countryside, so he also picked up some interesting things to tell. Not wanting to arouse Zhou Bingkun's thoughts, he listened to him sigh and said: "Oh, if I had known it would be so interesting, I would go there

Hometown."

Feeling depressed, Zhao Ye simply didn't bother to go home and turned towards Tu Zhiqiang's house, intending to meet him and have a drink with Shui Ziliu.

While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived in Zhou's courtyard. Zhou Bingkun shouted loudly: "Mom, I invited Brother Xiaoye here."

Everyone longs for the beautiful side, so how can Zhao Ye be an exception?

Finally, after some tangle, especially after the image of Gao Xiaoqin flashed in his mind, Zhao Ye chose to tell the truth: "I have only met Zheng Juan's mother and brother, but not her in person."

Zhao Ye closed the door and walked out of the courtyard first. Zhou Bingkun followed and asked: "Why are you bringing noodles to my house? Did my sister ask you to bring them back? That's wrong, isn't it said that people in the countryside don't have enough to eat?

?”

But the problem is, whenever Zhao Ye asks himself, he has to admit that when he first looked at the world, the love between Zhou Bingkun and Zheng Juan seemed like a ray of sunshine shining in his heart, making him both moved and yearned for.

Zhao Ye just nodded and did not express any opinion.

Zhao Ye didn't hide anything. Anyway, he just said what he had to say, but Li Suhua couldn't. When she heard that her daughter not only had to eat coarse grains in the countryside, but also had to work in the fields every day, she couldn't hold back her tears.

, both inside and outside the words revealed the feeling of distress.

Then, the remaining people took turns to appear on the stage. Among them, the one that Zhao Ye paid the most attention to was naturally the show of two beauties.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit heavy, Zhou Bingkun hurriedly changed his words and said: "By the way, Brother Xiaoye, I forgot to tell you. After you left, many people came to look for you. There was also a girl among them who was very good-looking.

Already."

Facing the suspicious looks of the two people, Zhou Bingkun lowered his eyelids and replied in a low voice: "I just think Zheng Juan is pretty good-looking."

The next day, Zhao Ye buried the belongings in the space at home, exchanged some food for them and packed them in. Then he picked up Gao Xiaoqin at the agreed time, and the two returned to Wujiatun together.

When Zhou Bingkun heard this, his face was filled with joy. Li Suhua hesitated again and again, but still said earnestly to Zhou Bingkun: "Kun'er, listen to mom, we are not in a hurry about this matter. I don't know whether your dad will agree or not.

Other girls may not fall in love with you."

Gao Xiaoqin sang "On the Songhua River", a song that is very popular in Northeast China.

After saying that, Li Suhua saw Zhao Ye stopping his chopsticks and couldn't help but asked with concern: "Xiaoye, are you full? Do you want some more?"

During the meal break, Zhou Bingkun kept talking, asking questions from time to time, many of which were about jumping in line.

"My mother said she looked like you from a distance, and I thought it was because she was dazzled, but I didn't expect it was really you."

That's true, but Zhou Bingkun's guilty look is not convincing at all. Even Zhao Ye can see the abnormality, let alone Li Suhua.

That night, under the light of the fire, Huang Xinhua and Han Jianguo partnered up and performed a duet. The content was full of slutty words, causing the boys to cheer loudly and boo, while the two girls were very coquettish and laughed and scolded them for being shameless.

Everyone was very excited when they saw the fruits of their labor. Gao Xiaoqin said, why don't we organize a bonfire party to celebrate. As soon as this suggestion was made, everyone responded immediately.

"Auntie must want to ask about Zhou Rong, let's go, don't keep her waiting."

Zhao Ye patted his belly, shook his head and said with satisfaction: "I've been full for a long time, and my aunt's cooking is to my taste. Let's not mention the food in the country."

It's not that he is reluctant to part with this food, but in the current era, keeping a low profile is the priority in everything. It doesn't matter if you bring some back occasionally, others will only praise you for your ability.

Just as there is regional discrimination in various provinces and cities in later generations, the same is true here in Guangzhou. Although Guangzhou is already broken and poor, people here will still shake their heads when Taiping Hutong is mentioned.

After all, he is just a mortal, and sometimes he can be greedy. Even if he decides not to disturb Zheng Juan's life, he is still a little unhappy. Therefore, when Zhou Bingkun expressed his affection for Zheng Juan, he always looked on with cold eyes and did not stand up for her.

Say something nice.

When Zhao Ye asked, Zhou Bingkun immediately vomited his bitterness: "Forget it, I am a material worker in the lumber factory. This job is not done by humans at all. There is no leisure at all. My shoulder has not been better since I went there.

.”

The last sentence was like a basin of cold water, pouring Zhou Bingkun from fantasy to reality. He suddenly dropped his face and slumped on the stool dejectedly, not wanting to say another word.

Zhao Ye unwrapped the bag and saw five or six pairs of insoles tied with hemp rope inside. The insoles were also embroidered with red and green flower and bird patterns. It was obvious that they were made with great care.

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Bingkun jumped up as if he was electrocuted. He shook his head crazily and denied, "No, no! I just asked, there is no other meaning."

"It's because you have such a bright mind that my aunt almost did something bad out of kindness."

Li Suhua replied in the room: "I know, you can come in by yourselves, I'm busy."
To be continued...