After learning about his true life experience and the entanglement with the Sui family, Zhang Hongcheng finally put his worries to rest.
He didn't want to ask too much about the love-hate relationship between his biological mother and his dead father. After all, in his opinion, the grace of giving birth was not as great as the grace of raising a child.
Pei Shujing, my stepmother, is more worthy of my support.
As for Zhang Yumin's affairs, he did not continue to interfere.
It is normal to fall in love at the age of seventeen, and it is actually a blessing to meet someone you love.
The love, hate, and emotions at this age are far less realistic than those at age twenty.
I was just deliberately exaggerating to my sister.
Compared to what men in later generations encounter, "at the age when they have nothing, they meet the person they want to protect for the rest of their life", that is truly miserable.
There is no job in later generations that can guarantee a stable income regardless of drought or flood.
Zhang Hongcheng plans to stay at home for two days.
The next day, after taking care of his sister's affairs, he delivered the letters and supplies that his fellow villagers had entrusted him to carry to each household.
Basically, they put it at people's doorsteps, say hello and then run away.
If you are a second slower, someone will grab you. You can’t leave without eating!
Lao Du's postal bicycle was so pedaled that it felt like Hot Wheels, and some of his family members chased him for about a hundred meters before giving up.
Chen Beilei's home is located on the first floor of an old residential area behind the factory.
Chen Beilei's parents were both small cadres. They got a lot of broken bricks and built a yard.
The courtyard wall is covered with ivy.
There is still snow in the Northeast in April, but here in Hunan Province, the climate is close to the summer weather in the Northeast.
Zhang Hongcheng arrived at Chen's door around dusk.
The sky is already filled with dark red sunset glow.
Chen Beilei's father happened to be at home, sitting in the yard drinking with a middle-aged man.
"Oh, it's Hongcheng. Leave your things at the door. Come, let's have dinner together before leaving!"
Chen Beilei's father actually wanted to read his daughter's letter right away, but he still warmly invited Zhang Hongcheng to sit down at his home.
Zhang Hongcheng smiled and shook his head.
"I'm going on a business trip south tomorrow, and I have to spend more time with my mom and sister. Uncle Chen, you guys chat, I'm leaving first!"
Chen Beilei's father laughed and scolded a few times, then turned around and laughed at the person at his table.
"Has your son Qianjin written to you recently? These kids are getting lazy about writing home these days."
The middle-aged man took a sip of his wine and waved his hand unhappily.
"That bastard's letters are getting less and less, and his words are getting fewer and fewer. Oh, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have raised him. He's such an ungrateful person."
Zhang Hongcheng, who had already ridden his bike more than ten steps away, shook his head slightly.
It seems that Chen Beilei and Shi Qianjin are still hiding the matter from their families.
He knew the middle-aged man sitting in Chen Beilei's yard. He was Shi Qianjin's father.
He is Chen Beilei's father's drinking buddy.
......
Two days seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye.
Pei Shujing and Zhang Yumin started packing Zhang Hongcheng's luggage again.
Fortunately, Zhang Hongcheng was on a business trip south this time, and Pei Shujing only brought him some medicine to relieve heat and prevent diarrhea.
Zhang Yumin folded Zhang Hongcheng's clothes over and over again.
Her expression was not very good. Obviously, she had been fooled by her brother and actually asked Shang Yiming that question.
Shang Yiming also seemed to have had a quarrel with his family in Beijing because of this.
Zhang Yumin seemed to have grown up a little overnight, which made Zhang Hongcheng feel a little distressed, but more happy.
He decided to talk about something else to divert his sister's emotions.
"Mom said you've been to the black market a few times before?"
Zhang Yumin nodded.
Zhang Hongcheng frowned.
"We should have enough money and tickets at home, and I send rice back every quarter. Why did you go to that black market place?"
Zhang Yumin carefully glanced outside the door and lowered her voice.
"Don't tell Mom, I work in the Equipment Department's Information Room. I'm actually secretly learning drawing."
Zhang Yumin is worthy of being the top student in the family. He has no intention of just slacking off in the equipment department.
She privately apprenticed to an old worker in the workshop, who taught her how to draw and read drawings.
She went to the black market to use the bills Zhang Hongcheng sent her privately to exchange for food as tuition for the old worker.
As for why Zhang Yumin didn't tell Pei Shujing clearly, the reason made Zhang Hongcheng laugh and cry.
His stepmother has been saving money to prepare the betrothal gift for him to marry his daughter-in-law.
That's why Zhang Yumin thought about becoming self-reliant.
"You are not allowed to go to the black market again, even if you are beaten to death."
"Otherwise, if you get caught once, you'll lose both your drawing skills and your job."
Seeing his elder brother stuffing another handful of Datuanjie into his pocket, Zhang Yumin's hands trembled.
Because there are a total of twenty bills in this stack.
Two hundred yuan!
"I, your big brother, now earn fifty-seven yuan a month, and I get various awards from time to time. The Corps Newspaper often publishes my articles, and I also get royalties (this is a lie). Your tuition is nothing to me."
"Give the money to the master as a lump sum payment for all your tuition. Don't go to that kind of place anymore."
Zhang Yumin glanced outside the door, gritted her teeth and nodded to accept it.
In fact, she was always nervous every time she went to the black market.
She didn't expect one thing: Zhang Hongcheng didn't want her to go to the black market, and also wanted her to avoid meeting that boy too often.
After dinner, Zhang Hongcheng went out for a walk alone.
The train is early tomorrow morning, and I don’t know when I will be back.
He planned to take a good look around the small county town where "he" had lived for more than ten years.
As I was walking around, I didn't know how I ended up at a familiar place.
Small theater.
Zhang Hongcheng smiled and shook his head, and subconsciously followed the crowd. He didn't expect that these people were going to the small theater to watch a movie.
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