Yunling here was so lighthearted that she didn't wander around the city much. She hurried and took her time and arrived home before it got dark.
When Captain Zhao heard that Yunling was back, he put on his cotton-padded jacket and strolled to the educated youth spot.
Yunling asked: "Uncle Zhao, why are you here?"
"Didn't you say you needed to borrow a car this morning?"
He took out a piece of paper and handed it to her, "This is the signature of the director of the transportation team of the steel mill in our county. If you want to use a car, you can go to him. There is no time written on it. It mainly depends on when you need it. If you tell someone in advance, I can give you a ride."
What's going on?
When asking someone to do something, the note she writes has to be based on her schedule?
How can such a good thing happen?
Yunling felt that the handwriting used to fill in the application information was particularly familiar, and an impression was left in her mind. She asked one more question: "Uncle, did you help me fix this?"
Captain Zhao twirled his fingers and touched his nose. He looked a little guilty and replied: "Ah... this was opened with the help of someone I know in the county. I am not that capable."
"Then I have to bring something to thank him. He finally helped me once. Uncle Zhao, you too, took the trouble to help me and keep this in mind."
As Yunling spoke, she observed Captain Zhao's demeanor and found that his eyes were wandering and his words were a little unnatural.
He hurriedly said: "That's not necessary. It's just a piece of cake and it's not a hassle. Besides, people are busy. The people in the transportation team go out to drive sports cars every day and can't see anyone for several days."
Yunling came to a conclusion about the speculation in her mind. She understood it clearly and no longer deliberately talked about it.
It would be too bullying to guess the solution process after knowing the answer.
"In this case, if it's convenient for me, uncle, help me bring these two kilograms of rice to him next time I see him. The other two kilograms are yours and will be considered as a thank you gift."
She picked up a small sack of fine grain from the big vat, then roughly divided it into two parts and handed them out.
Captain Zhao repeatedly evaded: "Oh, this can't be done. This is almost as much as your monthly fine grain. It's almost the Chinese New Year, so we can't accept it. To me, this matter is just a message, and it hasn't happened yet." What force."
Yunling said, "Uncle Zhao, do you think it's just a matter of words? People only do things because of your face. This kind of begging consumes love. In the final analysis, you are still helping me, and there is absolutely no reason for me to stay out of it. "
What she said was reasonable and justified, so Captain Zhao had no choice but to put away the things with a blushing face.
After he left, Yunling sat at the table and carefully studied the thin secondment note.
Among them, the applicant's word "Yunling" was written particularly neatly and straightly, not as fast as the other words, with a sharp stroke left at the end of the vertical and horizontal strokes.
She recalled the report she saw at the Public Security Bureau at noon.
The writing stroke order of the three characters "Fu Chengxu" is exactly the same as these characters. They all carry a sharp-edged spirit and cannot hide the writer's soaring ambition.
This word is really similar to him.
As expected, the writing resembles the person.
However, she understood the kindness, the matter was resolved, and the loan order would not be used again.
She carefully tucked the rectangular note-sized paper into a white scarf and shelved it.
Fu Chengxu actually went to the brigade captain's house to deliver a note not long after he came back.
After all, when old friends get together, it’s inevitable that we spend a lot of time reminiscing about the past. He was forced to drink a little liquor because of this, but nothing happened and his face didn't turn red.
At this time, he was still staying at the captain's house, drinking the sobering soup specially cooked for him by the over-enthusiastic Aunt Wu - boiled bean sprouts with onion, ginger and garlic.
In fact, it was very hard to drink, but it was hard to resist the hospitality. Fu Chengxu had to swallow it like medicine. After a few breaths, all that was left was a clean and shiny bottom of the bowl.
"Thank you for your hard work, Auntie." Although it was unpleasant to drink, Aunt Wu was really kind to him.
Aunt Wu waved her hand: "Hey, I watched all the children in the village grow up. This little thing is not hard."
Captain Zhao came back and breathed a sigh of relief: "I gave the note to Yun Zhiqing, and she gave you four kilograms of white rice."
Fu Chengxu looked up and down, and when he saw two cloth bags outside, he smiled and said, "Uncle Zhao, did you give me your share?"
Captain Zhao: "Hey - you are so clever, you can see this."
Fu Chengxu divided the rice into two parts again, handed one bag to Aunt Wu, and said to him: "Although I did it, Dr. Yun saved my grandma, so I should have done it. But if you hadn't kindly told me , I can’t help with this, you should have a share.”
"It's true. What you and Yun Zhiqing said are really the same."
Captain Zhao shook his head. He couldn't refute why children nowadays talk in the same way.
He saw Fu Chengxu out and watched the figure disappear into the night.
When he went back and lay on the kang, he chatted with his old wife: "I just suddenly felt that Yun Zhiqing and Xiao Fu are quite a match."
Aunt Wu was picking up the soles of her shoes. When she heard this, she rolled her eyes at him and retorted: "It's too simple for you to think that two people are suitable just because of one sentence."
Captain Zhao shook his head: "No, I just had the same feeling when talking to these two people."
Aunt Wu picked her scalp with a needle and said impatiently: "Whether this is suitable depends not only on the feeling, but also on the temperament, family background, and education level. Everything must not be bad. Just like the two of us are not very educated, we can get it together." go together."
The man was unhappy when he heard this. Why did it sound like he was belittling him?
"Xiao Fu's cultural background is not bad. If he doesn't become a soldier, he might still be able to go to college! Both of them graduated from high school, isn't it a good match?"
Seeing that he was as stubborn as a cow, Aunt Wu began to talk to him in detail: "According to what you said, the level of education is equal. In terms of temperament, I think they both have stable and mature characters. , it’s considered suitable. The most important thing is family background, Dr. Renyun comes from the capital.”
Captain Zhao said nothing.
She continued: "If it were me, I would wait until I can return to the capital before looking for a partner. Our young master is great, but in the capital, there are probably many such talents. People say stethoscopes, steering wheels, personnel cadres, sales assistants. Marry. What's more, not to mention that Xiaoyun's family background is good, and he is also a doctor. Don't you have to choose who you want to marry? The living environment in the capital is not bad, and you have everything you want."
As she spoke, she also felt melancholy: "Actually, it's not that Xiao Fu is not good, it's that his conditions are too high and he can't reach him."
Captain Zhao put this together and suppressed the idea that the two of them were in harmony. Instead, she brought up another question: "I wonder when these educated youths can go back?"
Aunt Wu doesn't know either.
This life can only be lived day by day, good or bad.
Outsiders can understand it in one sentence, so how could Fu Chengxu, who was living in it, not know the existence of these gaps?
Because he knew so well, every step he took towards her had to be done step by step.
Only if he is good enough can he slightly bridge the gap between the two of them, and can he legitimately deliver the kite-flying string into her hands.
The kite is him.
And she is always the one who takes the initiative.
