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Old Li's restaurant at the end of the alley expanded again. They built a few rooms in the original yard for the convenience of hosting gatherings. It was a small room of about ten square meters, with old tables and chairs in it. It was a simplified version of a private room.
The restaurant was very noisy. The sound of the frying pan, the clanking of pots and pans, and the shouting of the diners mixed together.
It was a day of the twelfth moon and a day of knives. The wind of the twelfth moon was like a whip. The wind stirred up the snow on the roof and made it fly everywhere. It was heavier than the snow.
He Fang and Zhao Yongqi invited them to dinner. They came early before the sky turned dark. He Fang wore a new red satin cotton-padded jacket. She had never felt so comfortable.
In the past, in winter, even the sanitary pads she used every month were replaced with toilet paper. This kind of paper was sold by the kilogram and was cheap. In order to eat some meat occasionally, she sometimes went to the fish market and picked up the organs of the fish abandoned by people at the scene of the fish being slaughtered. After coming back, she washed the fish belly and intestines and made fish soup noodles.
He Fang was used to looking at the greasy table, but she still frowned and said to the fat and glib-tongued boss, Old Li, with a smile, "Hey, Old Li, you've built a new house, but you're reluctant to change a new table. You're doing a really good business."
Old Li said with a smile, "Hey, I can't make money, so I have to be thrifty. What do you want? "
He Fang was too lazy to listen to his sour words. She said directly, "The rabbit pot you made last time is not bad. Give me another chicken pot and lamb and scorpion soup. You can take care of the rest. Add the charcoal fire quickly. It's freezing. "
The charcoal fire in the stove gradually burned, and the room gradually warmed up.
After a while, the four girls from He Fang's dormitory arrived. Chen Shuo and Gao Aiguo, wearing leather hats, also came in.
Chen Shuo touched the greasy table and shouted exaggeratedly, "F * ck you! I'm hungry and have eight generations of bad luck. It's as dirty as pine!"
The room was filled with laughter. Zhao Yongqi stomped his feet angrily. "Don't copy my words. Even if I treat you to a meal, I won't be able to shut your mouth!"
As soon as Li He brought Su Ming into the house, he said to Chen Shuo, "You should understand the principle that you've eaten someone else's food, but you've taken someone else's food. Call me hungry to say, you talk nonsense, porcelain horses, two leng, they are all sent off! "
The laughter in the room became even crazier. He Fang clutched her stomach and said, "Both of you are bad guys. You only know how to bully honest people. Why didn't you bring your boyfriend over?"
Then he said to Su Ming, who was standing behind him, "Ming, take a seat. Don't stand on ceremony."
Li He smiled and said, "She's afraid of the cold, so she stays at home."
The lamb scorpion pot was served first, sizzling with hot steam, and the spicy aroma wafted straight into their nostrils. A dazzling charcoal fire burned on top of the black iron stove. The red flame rose up and flickered continuously.
When the wine was served, the two girls in He Fang's dormitory were mostly from the south. They probably couldn't drink white wine. Zhao Qing quickly drank two cups and said with a smile, "I'm from Southern Guangdong, can't I drink a few mouthfuls? Those northern barbarians are useless, calling us southern barbarians every day. I think we should bring out our barbarian aura and fight it out with them."
Zhao Yongqi smiled and said, "I'm from the west, not the north. Don't count me in."
Chen Shuo said, "Ala is from central China, neither south nor north. It's neutral."
Gao Aiguo said, "Don't look at me like that. I'm a guest in Hu Jian, my home is everywhere."
When the wine and dishes were served, the table was bustling with noise. They talked about the food and scenery of their hometown; about the string of firecrackers, a skewer of candied hawthorns, new clothes for the New Year; about the glory of their hometown, the loneliness of their hometown, and their loved ones.
Of course, they talked more about how it wasn't easy to walk out!
Looking at the world outside, and thinking about their hometown, it was a remote and isolated area!
In the evening, the sky gradually darkened. There were fewer and fewer diners, and the restaurant seemed empty. The restaurant owner's son was probably tired from running, so he leaned against the charcoal fire and rested quietly on a chair.
The restaurant owner came in with a bottle of wine and toasted around. He said, "You young people are really lively. But be careful when you go back later. The fighting faction is back, and the streets are getting more and more chaotic."
Su Ming said, "You mean the group of people in the south? I heard from my big brother that the people at the entrance of the alleys were ruthless. "
Li He dispersed a circle of smoke and listened to them quietly.
Old Li lit a cigarette and said slowly, "You're probably young and don't know about the past. Those who know would only occasionally hear a few words. Don't think that some of you have been to the countryside, but you don't know as much as I do about what happened in the city. Before coming to the countryside, this group of people searched houses, criticized, beat teachers, and killed many people. "
He Fang was so angry that she gritted her teeth and said, "We, the educated youth who went there later, were treated with hostility by the people from the same hometown. We didn't understand what was going on at first, so we could only feel wronged. Later, we found out that this group of people went there first. They stole chickens and dogs, abused people, and even had a fight with the people from the same hometown. We, who went there later, were innocent victims. Now that you mention it, I also understand. It turns out that they were bad people in the city before going there. "
Su Ming also said angrily, "Isn't it so? They are small soldiers of the fighting faction, and we are just suffering because of them. It would be better if they didn't come back for the rest of their lives. "
Old Li laughed and said, "Hey, the good show is yet to come. Think about it, some families were broken up, and their families were broken up. Now that they have been rehabilitated, can this kind of deep hatred just be let go? No one can do it, right? "
Li He took a sip of wine and said, "It has nothing to do with us. How old are we at that time? Let's pay attention to our own safety."
The group of people drank up the wine on the table, wrapped their scarves, and left.
As soon as they went out of the door, they were shocked by the cold wind.
Zhao Yongqi and several boys sent He Fang's dormitory people back, leaving only Li He and Su Ming.
Su Ming said, "Brother, why don't you go to the dormitory to sleep? I will go back by myself."
Li He asked Su Ming to hold the flashlight, and he hid in the corner to sprinkle urea.
He took a deep breath and said, "Let's go together. These small soldiers are back, and your sister-in-law is at home alone. I am worried. After I go back to my hometown, you'd better help me look after the house. Don't live alone, find a reliable person to accompany you. "
Su Ming rubbed his eyes and said, "I know, I will let Erbiao accompany me. He is strong, and he can make a few destitute people accompany you."
There was no bus. The two of them bent their backs, clasped their hands, stepped on the ankle-high snow, and slowly rushed home. Although they were wrapped in thick cotton robes and trousers, they still could not resist the bone-chilling cold.
There was a dead silence between heaven and earth, and only the "sha sha" sound of big snowflakes falling to the ground could be heard.
Li He faced the cold wind and thought that history was very interesting. Obviously, there were lessons from the past, but they still unconsciously fell into the mud, and then became a new lesson. You will always be a part of history, and you can't get rid of it.
The so-called trauma literature was coming out. There were true sorrow and true love, there were joys and sorrows, and there were affectation and affectation. But some man-made sins always had to be paid back.
There was right and wrong in a matter. From different angles, different positions, black could also become white, and white could also become black. Who could say clearly about history?
Li He saw Zhang Wanting waiting for him at the gate with a flashlight. She was obviously anxious. As soon as she saw him, she said, "I waited for you, but you didn't come back. I was worried, and I was thinking of looking for you."
Li He smiled and said, "What are you worried about? Aren't you back now? It's so cold, why are you standing outside? Hurry back to the house. "
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