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Chapter 9
"These people who killed a thousand people and ruined other people's families, can you rest assured that you can use the money you earn?" My aunt was chatting with Auntie Zhou about what happened on West Street just now. My aunt rarely utters bad words, but when she said something like this, she was extremely angry. "People are doing it, God is watching. Sooner or later, there will be retribution." After the aunt said it, she realized that she had said the wrong thing, and glanced at Xiaowan with a sly look on her face.
Chen Wanqiang smiled.
The scene I saw at the fire scene just now was like a replay of the story on Shanghai Road more than three years ago. The consequences of that time were even more serious than this time. A demolished household moved out a gas tank with the intention of building a reputation, but it later detonated for unknown reasons. , two were killed and three were injured on the spot. Although the investigation finally yielded results and someone was punished for this incident, there are many shady secrets. Who can see clearly what the truth is?
It was precisely because of his involvement that her father finally came to a dead end.
Since my father was promoted to a full-time position in the Land and Resources Bureau, the family has been very different from before, but the high-end tobacco and alcohol are within a reasonable range. When the water is clear, there are no fish. Even though she is young, she understands this truth. There are no other shortcomings of extravagance and lust, including the cash that was searched from his office after he committed suicide. She has a vague feeling that it was framed. What is really unclear is that the name of the huge deposit slip hidden in the Moutai box at home is indeed Chen Haixing.
For more than three years, she never believed that her father committed suicide out of fear of crime. He is in the prime of his official career and has a bright future. It is impossible for him to be tempted and destroy his career for some small gains. She remembered seeing her father sitting slumped in the study. That time she timidly walked over and asked, "Dad, what's wrong?" Her father slumped and whispered, "It's so helpless to be a human being, and even more helpless to be an official." Then he raised his head and raised his voice. He smiled as if he was trying to push something away, and then said, "What's the use of telling this to a kid like you?"
She is convinced that he is a good person. Even if, as her uncle said, her father is more utilitarian and interested in business, he is essentially a good person. He even wants to be a good official.
"Even if my father is the target of a lot of criticism and the whole world thinks he is a heinous person, so what?" He was always the one who loved her the most, the one who refused to remarry for fear that she would be a little wronged after her mother left. She stood at the door of the store, facing the last ray of setting sun in the midsummer dusk and closing her eyes slightly. The image of her father lifting her up vividly appeared in her mind like yesterday. Her mother was also there at that time, and she stood quietly beside her, tender and contented. Looking at them, their father¡¯s loud laugh, their mother¡¯s demure breath
Qin Hao stood a few feet away, admiring this scene intoxicatedly. In the setting sun of dusk, with green tiles and white walls, the surroundings suddenly became silent, so quiet that he could hear the air flow through the air when her raven-winged eyelashes lowered.
She raised her head slightly, and the curvature of her white neck was charming. The setting sun shone slantingly on the Qingshui River, and the golden waves reflected up, as if there were golden and red rays of light dancing around her. He had tasted female sex for the first time since he was seventeen years old. He had seen many girls and women, and she was considered the top one in comparison. He remembered how amazed he was when they first met a year ago, but at that time it was just amazing. At this moment, he realized what the real surprise was. It was so breathtakingly beautiful that people dared not look directly at it.
She stood in front of a dilapidated old house, facing the uneven and narrow stone streets and the smelly Qingshui River. She was like a beautiful peony in the ruins. The more dilapidated the background, the more impressive it became. National color. But she was unaware of her own beauty. She didn't know how much of a temptation she was to men, so she became even more beautiful.
He approached slowly, and she opened her eyes. When she saw the figure, she stepped aside to the door. She smiled habitually and said, "It's time for dinner, right? Come in and sit." Then she stared and found that it was him, and the expression on her face hit the mark every second. He was surprised at first and then looked away. I don¡¯t know if it was because of dislike or shyness. When I looked at him again, my smile had faded by seven points, and there was a third chill in my face. ¡°I don¡¯t have any noodles to eat tonight.¡±
Qin Hao had almost never seen her smile. The miraculous smile just now made him stunned, and then he laughed at her rich expression. "I'll eat something else if I don't have noodles." He stared at her and slightly raised the corner of his mouth, finding her coldness that she could barely hold on to be very interesting. "I've never seen anyone turn away customers when I open the door to do business."
She seemed to snort.
Qin Hao couldn't understand why she had an inexplicable hostility towards him. She saw him three times and she didn't have a good look on her face. In fact, even Chen Wan herself couldn't tell clearly. Is it because of her disgust for the so-called "privileged class" or her disgust for his burning eyes?
He walked straight in to find an empty table and sat down. She pursed her lips and went into the counter to get a menu card and put it on the table in front of him. The so-called menu card was just a piece of plastic paper with writing on both sides. He didn't read it, casually ordered two hot dishes, and finally asked her if she still had peanut brittle.
Chen Wan couldn't help but glance at him with suspicion, "Huo Shao sold out this afternoon," seeingHe was a little disappointed, and she added, "Would you like some vegetable daddy?"
Qin Hao nodded.
No wonder Chen Wan was surprised. He had actually been to Gong's restaurant several times, but she was busy reviewing some time ago and didn't meet him by chance.
Qin Hao loves to eat. When he was a child, his grandmother often laughed at him, "He has a sharp mouth and is a foodie." His grandmother is from Jicheng and Zhuque Lane. The family has been in business for several generations, and she was considered one of the richest people in Jicheng back then. Because my grandfather worked as a foreign comprador for the Germans, the family has always been well-educated. When his grandmother was studying in the only church girls' school in Jicheng, she took part in the youth national salvation movement with her family on her back. Later, she and several classmates rushed to Yan'an with enthusiasm.
When he was a child, he often listened to his grandma talking about everything about Zhuque Lane. His grandma once hid under the altar table in front of Taiyi Zhenren in Chunyang Temple and slept all night. She was afraid of being punished by his grandfather for making mistakes, which resulted in a quarrel at home. The girls, mothers, and boys were all kicked out to look for someone; the locust flowers from the old locust trees were often stolen by them to make locust flower and chive egg cakes; the water from the old well in Guanli was said to make the face whiter and tenderer when used to wash it; on the streets Lao Gong's restaurant is the top restaurant in Jicheng, even inferior to Yipinxiang on Shanghai Road
After the end of the Anti-Japanese War, my grandma¡¯s relatives all moved abroad, and their ancestral home became state-owned. His grandmother never returned to Jicheng, and she would never forget Zhuque Lane until she died. In the last few years, the peaceful and simple memories of being a girl remain fresh and everlasting. When Qin Hao first arrived in Jicheng, he came to Zhuque Lane to look for traces in his grandmother's memory. It was also a memory of his grandmother, whom he admired so much.
He was sure that Gongjia Restaurant was what his grandma called Gongjia Restaurant because of the bowl of beef noodles and beef soup. The peanut candy roast he had when he came there for the second time made him travel through the tunnel of time and return to the past world. When he was a child, he would often sit on the small bench in the kitchen, smelling the sweet aroma that filled the air, waiting for the shiny, golden sesame cakes to come out of the pan. Grandma looked at him eagerly and laughed heartily and called him a "snack". As she said this, she picked up the sesame cakes from the pot, wrapped them in oil paper and handed them to him.
While recalling the past, Qin Hao took his time to blow the froth of inferior tea in the cup, looking at the old mottled green brick walls around him, the beams blackened by smoke, and the various beers placed behind the counter made of miscellaneous wood. Liquor. The heat has not dissipated yet, and the cloth curtain hanging high at the door is motionless. His eyes follow Chen Wan, and she opens two cold beers and sends them to the table next door. They are probably regular customers, and they smile and say a few words to each other. . Then she turned around and walked towards the counter, her blue skirt flipping up to reveal a small section of her fair calf. Unfortunately, he only took a few glances before disappearing behind the counter. She was holding a stack of paper and seemed to be settling accounts, biting her lower lip very seriously. A strand of black hair fell and brushed on her cheek. She raised her hand and pushed her hair behind her ears. As if she felt his twinkling eyes, she looked towards him. Then gave him a hard look.
Qin Hao only felt that his heart was itching from her glare, and his eyes became a little more intense.
Chen Wan¡¯s face turned red, feeling embarrassed and annoyed. She told her aunt to go into the kitchen to have a look, then turned around and went into the back.
Qin Hao helplessly watched the blue floral curtain rise and fall, and could only put away his scattered mood and continue to look at the dilapidated old house.
The business of small restaurants is better in summer. The weather was hot, and few houses nearby had air conditioning, so some men ordered two beers and two cold dishes at Gong's restaurant and chatted, which was a good way to pass the time. Qin Hao sat for a while and found that the store was full. He saw Chen Wan lift the curtain and set up two small tables in the backyard. He was busy for a long time. When the food was brought to him, a thin layer of sweat covered his nose. He fantasized about the feeling of stroking her little nose, raising and lowering his hand itchingly.
"Have you seen enough?" She had a pink face and rosy cheeks, and even her neck had a blush. "Eat your food." Get out when you're done.
He chuckled, picked up the chopsticks and wiped them carefully with a tissue, "Do you know why your business is not doing well?"
She wanted to leave, but stopped curiously.
"The waiter can't be ugly, because too ugly will turn off the appetite, but he can't be too beautiful either. If he's too beautiful, he'll just focus on looking at people. Who has the heart to eat?"
Chen Wan was so angry that her face turned from red to blue, and she glanced sideways at him, "Do you think everyone has wolf eyes?"
The angry look made her even more charming, especially that part, which was so sultry. Qin Haoden felt relieved and said lazily, "The fresh skin is so moist, and the beauty is as good as food."
"We country people don't understand. It's time to leave after eating. The waiter in the shop can't afford to serve the distinguished guests." She finished her words with a stiff face.
Qin Hao was about to joke a few more words. At this time, the night had fallen. Under the illumination of several large fluorescent lamps in the store, the coldness in her brows made him feel cold and suffocated in the hot summer. He had always been so suave. He was so romantic that he couldn't say any more unnecessary words. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com