Chapter 15 You don’t need to move
“I don’t have any ill intentions. I just happened to overhear your conversation today.”
The old man obviously wanted to have a chat with Jiang Hui and explained there.
But at this time Jiang Hui also realized that there are some things that he should not say casually.
So before his mother-in-law could reject him again, he said: "I drank a few more drinks today, and I feel a little dizzy. I can't even remember what I just said."
After saying this, he picked up Zhu Lin and followed his mother-in-law towards the entrance of the Capital Roast Duck Restaurant.
The old man still wanted to catch up, but his companion grabbed him from the side and said: "Old Zhou, if you go over at this time, you won't say anything. Listen to the conversation they just had, then The young man should be a newcomer to the Capital Automobile Manufacturing Plant. If you really want to find someone, just go to the factory and find someone."
"Forget it, I just happened to be attending a seminar today and suddenly heard him say. The reform and opening up made me feel something in my heart.”
The old man didn’t dwell on it anymore and sat down to eat with his companions again.
Seeing that they did not catch up, Fang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, "Xiao Jiang, people's hearts are unpredictable. You can say whatever you want at home, but you have to be careful outside."
"You really have to be careful, as trouble comes from your mouth."
Zhu Jiansheng was a little scared when he thought about the scene just now.
He has only been back to work for a few years, and he doesn't want his favorite disciple and son-in-law Chenglong to get into unnecessary trouble.
"Dad, Mom, thanks for your reminder, I will definitely pay attention to it in the future."
Although Jiang Hui didn't think those bold words just now would bring any unforeseen consequences to him, the two old people did too. With good intentions, there is no need to argue.
Living as a family is not like participating in a debate competition. Everything has to be argued to a conclusion.
"The alcohol content of Moutai is not low. Can you still ride a bike normally?"
They each picked up their bicycles. Fang Zhen glanced at Zhu Jiansheng, who was blushing, feeling a little worried. Looking at Zhu Lin and Jiang Hui.
“A bottle of wine is only one pound, and each person drinks just over three ounces.”
Zhu Lin’s expression did not change, her drinking capacity should be the best among the few, but I just don’t drink it normally.
"Mom, we're fine. I just felt something in my heart and said a few more words."
Jiang Hui explained with a smile.
The excuse of "dizziness" just now is the real excuse.
"Okay, let's go back quickly!"
The four of them each rode their own bicycles and headed north along Qianmen Street.
There is a jingle in old Beijing: "The capital city is dimly lit by dark lights, and it is difficult to see any light all year round. Every store has a door panel, and the candlelight of the residents is as weak as a firefly. It is common to see the lights on in the houses of high-ranking officials, and the little mothers in their arms are flirting."
This should be It can be regarded as a true portrayal of Qianmen Street seventy or eighty years ago, but it is very different now.
As night falls, the lanterns begin to turn on, and Qianmen Street is gently illuminated by dim street lights.
Most of the shops on both sides of the street still maintain the traditional architectural style, with wooden doors, wooden windows, and bluestone paving.
These faint lights echo with the outline lights of Tiananmen Tower in the distance, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity to this ancient street.
Although the flow of people on the street is not as crowded as during the day, there is still an endless stream.
Most of the people dress simply, most of the men wear Chinese tunic suits or green military uniforms, and occasionally you can see a few women wearing floral skirts.
Jiang Hui rode behind Zhu Lin.
There is a unique smell in the air, which is the smell of smoke from burning coal and the aroma from street food stalls.
Although this smell is a bit pungent, it is full of the breath of life and the imprint of the times.
Looking up at the sky, a bright moon hangs high in the night sky, casting a faint silver light. Occasionally, a breeze blows through, bringing the moist breath of the moat in the distance and the rustling of leaves.
In the alleys on both sides of the street, there are occasionally a few dogs barking and children crying. These sounds echo in the night air, making people feel the warmth of home. and cordial.
And those ancient courtyards and buildings with blue bricks and gray tiles look more simple and solemn under the dim light.
At this moment, Jiang Hui suddenly became interested in the courtyard.
Regardless of whether the property will appreciate in value in the future, if the two of them own a courtyard house in Chengdong District or Yangchao District, it will be convenient for both of them to go to work, and they will have more space to do other things.
It’s not like being squeezed into a dormitory of more than 20 square meters without even a study room.
If you make a lot of noise during work, your neighbors will knock on the wall to scare you.
But if you want to buy a courtyard house, you must have money.
It seems that when I go to Xinhua Bookstore tomorrow, I have to look for business opportunities.
Go north all the way, exit Qianmen Street, turn west and enter Qianmen West Street, pass by Hepingmen and Xuanwumen, and continue heading north when you reach Fuxingmen.
At the beginning, a few people said a few words from time to time, but then they were busy on their way and didn't talk much.
When I returned to the family area of Capital Institute of Technology, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and most of the people had already gone to bed.
The condition of my father-in-law's house is much better than that of the "tube building" in the dormitory building of the health center.
Although it is far from the apartments of later generations, it still has its own bathroom, which solves a very critical problem.
After riding for so long, Zhu Lin felt a little tired when she got home, so the couple took a shower and prepared to go to bed.
However, as soon as she lay down, Jiang Hui's hand reached into her clothes and moved around.
“Aren’t you tired?”
Understanding his wife’s subtext, Jiang Hui chuckled, “You don’t need to move tonight!”
Zhu Lin:… …
The point is, do I need to move or not?
Glancing at Jiang Hui, Zhu Lin had no choice but to let him do what he did.
Soon, the not-so-stable bed board creaked, and Zhu Lin, who was slowly being moved, also cooperated.
……
The next morning, the couple didn’t get up until after eight o’clock.
The father-in-law and mother-in-law had already finished eating and went for a walk around the school.
The food last night was rather greasy. Today’s breakfast only consisted of white porridge and two eggs, plus a plate of pickles.
After eating quickly, the two set off to Xinhua Bookstore as planned.
I rode a bicycle today, and Zhu Lin enjoyed sitting on the back seat of Jiang Hui's bicycle.
Although there are many universities in Dianhai District, there are actually not many bookstores.
Fortunately, the only Xinhua Bookstore in the district was not far from the Capital Institute of Technology. Jiang Hui, who was in good physical condition, drove Zhu Lin to the destination in about 20 minutes.
They found a place to store their bicycles and parked them. After paying another three cents for storage, the two entered Xinhua Bookstore.
“So many people?”
Jiang Hui was a little dumbfounded. He didn’t expect the bookstore to be so crowded, as if people from the entire Dianhai District came to grab books.
(End of this chapter)