NOVEL NEXT Chapter 15, Night Talk
His daughter Manjing was forcefully asked by his wife's family to adopt her surname Yang. This was a hidden pain point in Ruan Dezhi's heart.
Zhang Xuan was too interested to dwell on this topic.
The night was already very late, and he was afraid that his uncle, who had drank two bowls of soju, would fall asleep too early, so he said simply and clearly: "Uncle, I am very interested in the supplies confiscated by the customs."
Ruan Dezhi finally figured out what he was going to do. He forgot to take off his clothes for a while, and just leaned on the bed and stared at his nephew.
The turtle stared at the bastard, refusing to give in. The two stared at each other for more than two minutes. Seeing that Zhang Xuan had no intention of retreating, Ruan Dezhi's head hurt and he couldn't bear to refuse openly, so he said politely:
"I'm just a section chief now, and I don't have much power in the customs. I'm not qualified to handle the good things and really valuable things in the confiscated materials, given my status.
Moreover, selling confiscated materials to the public requires certain special connections and social experience, as well as financial capital to support them. What’s more…”
Having said this, Ruan Dezhi raised his head and looked at Zhang Xuan: "Besides, you are still a senior in high school. There is a mixed bag of people in Shencheng. I don't feel comfortable letting you out at this age."
His uncle told the truth and expressed concern for him, but Zhang Xuan was a man of two generations and naturally had his own considerations.
He couldn't show off to Ruan Dezhi that he had decades of social experience. I couldn't tell him that I was actually an old yob, I couldn't tell him that "the things you are worried about are actually nothing to me"...
Since you can't kill him instantly from a bird's eye view, trust him. Then we can only find another way to find the uncle's weakness and play the emotional card and the bitterness card to win sympathy.
The second sister ran away because she had no money to re-study, her mother had a tumor and had surgery, she herself was sick and hospitalized, and the family had several new debts. The old Zhang family had never told Ruan Dezhi about these, and they kept them hidden according to Ruan Xiuqin's wishes. , just because I’m afraid of burdening others.
But now Zhang Xuan doesn't have so many worries, in order to bring this uncle into emotional resonance.
As soon as his expression changed and his eyes darkened, he began to cultivate himself as an actor. He said all the things that should be said and those that should not be said at once. I got that runny nose...
In the end, he cried so much that his eyes were red from crying... He was so deeply involved in the drama!
After talking for about half an hour, Zhang Xuan got out of bed, found his enamel cup, filled the thermos with warm water, and drank it in one breath.
Then he sat on the bench, staring at Ruan Dezhi with piercing eyes, and stopped talking, just waiting! It seems that if you don't promise me, I won't sleep.
Ruan Dezhi, who had astringent eyes, had long known that his sister's family was having a hard time, but he didn't expect it to be so hard.
I remember that when her parents were still alive, Ruan Xiuqin was also a famous flower, full of sunshine and vitality, and followed by a string of admiring teenagers.
But times have changed and life has been miserable. His beautiful sister now has to suffer in this mountain valley. He feels very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. He wants to tear open his chest and cry bitterly.
Time passed by, and Zhang Xuan used incense to flick the wick of the kerosene lamp once, making the room brighter.
At some point, Ruan Dezhi also slowly calmed down. He looked at his nephew, who was still staring at him expectantly. He felt sad, but in the end he didn't refuse harshly. He thought for a while and said:
"I have to go back and think about this matter carefully. You wait for my news."
"Okay, thank you uncle."
Hearing this, Zhang Xuan's face was naturally full of joy. Although he has not yet agreed personally, based on his understanding of this uncle, being able to express his position like this is almost an agreement.
It's just the word "wait" that makes him a little disappointed. He doesn't know how long he has to wait, a month? Two months? Or half a year?
I'm really not sure, but I can't push the envelope at this moment. Zhang Xuan is really depressed. Do I have to continue to eat sweet potato rice for half a year? This life is so miserable.
No, I have to get up early tomorrow morning, and I have to rush to cook sweet potato rice for my uncle to eat...
With all these evil thoughts, Zhang Xuan was convinced by himself. There was really no one else!
That night, the two of them talked for a long time about the issue of "confiscated materials"...
Later, Ruan Dezhi didn't know when he fell asleep.
There were thunderstorms outside, the wind picked up again, and it rained again.
The raindrops hit the roof tiles, tinkling, like a beautiful lover singing beside me, and it sounds particularly emotional at midnight.
For Zhang Xuan, who likes this kind of weather, he should be able to sleep peacefully.
However, Ruan Dezhi was sleeping like a big fat pig, snoring like a big fat pig with his mouth wide open. His snoring was like thunder. The high and low sound of the harsh sound could impregnate a female dog 500 meters away.
I endured it for more than half an hour, counting stars and sheep with my eyes closed, thinking about the graceful charm of the wonton shop proprietress, the innocence and beauty of the good-looking girls in the class, and the fairies I had encountered in society...
Thinking about this and that, it's a pity that it's useless. I still can't distract myself.
Finally I couldn't stand it anymore!
Zhang Xuan sat up, sighed, and gave his uncle beside him a death stare for two minutes. Then he looked away, forcing himself not to be violent.
I got out of bed with my clothes on, touched a match in the dark night, lit the kerosene lamp with a bang, and continued to fight hard without saying a word.
…
I was forced to stay up all night.
In the early morning of the next day, when the rooster crowed for the third time in the village, Zhang Xuan put down his pen and realized that it was already getting slightly brighter outside.
I stretched my arms and found that I still had energy at this moment. I couldn't help but sigh that it was better to be young.
Ruan Dezhi was still sleeping soundly, and Zhang Xuan didn't bother him. He capped his pen, closed the book, put out the kerosene lamp, and went for a walk outside to breathe fresh air.
He found that he was not the first to get up. Uncle Zou next door had already picked up five or six kilograms of dog poop with a dustpan and hoe.
Say hello, walk along the road, and find that there is more than one person picking up dog poop.
There were two widowed old men and women who were picking up dog poop together. Zhang Xuan listened from a distance for a while. He didn't know whether the two people talking and laughing were doing it to pick up dog poop or to talk dirty.
Pooh! At such an old age, it's so shameless to still tell dirty jokes so smoothly.
Half an hour later, Zhang Xuan returned home and prepared to cook sweet potato rice.
After spending some time peeling and dicing the sweet potatoes, he took a liter to the rice vat to beat rice.
But when he opened the lid of the rice vat, everyone was dumbfounded. There were actually two mice in the rice vat, looking up at him with their buttocks raised.
Their eyes met, no, one person and two rats faced each other for a moment, Zhang Xuan got angry, fuck his mother! The old Zhang family all scrimps and eats sweet potato rice. Why do you eat rice with white flowers?
Comrade Ruan Dezhi doesn't let me sleep, but I can't bear it; you eat my white rice, but I can't bear it!
Soon after, Zhang Xuan closed the wooden lid and called the eldest sister to bring urea bags, and he had to clean them up.
When the urea bag comes, cover the opening of the rice vat from the outside, pour the mouse and the remaining rice in, pinch the mouth of the bag with your hands, pick up the urea bag and smack it on the stone!
After a lot of effort, the mouse fainted, but that rice, a pile of mouse hair...
Comrade Ruan Xiuqin rushed over, her lungs almost bursting with anger, and she said angrily: "You are the only one who can read the book into your asshole and get into your heart, and you were tricked by a rat."
"I..." Zhang Xuan frowned and couldn't utter a word for a long time.
I secretly hate that this rat is really not a fucking thing, and it will be buried with him when it dies.
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