Chapter 77: The Intelligent Educated Youth 11
It was very quiet in the state-owned restaurant and Yan Xia was very silent.
Good news: The two men finally stopped fighting.
Bad news: His bald head is once again visible to the public.
The achievement of being inexplicably injured was achieved.
Yan Xia remained in the posture of a bystander who just wanted to get his notebook back, without moving, and just quietly looked at his hair that had fallen on a pile of broken bowls and plates.
That's not hair, that's his fucked up heart again!!
In the still quiet atmosphere, the waiter who had run away earlier came back with the police.
The two police officers hadn't even entered the room yet, but the voice had already come in.
"Stop it! What are you hitting for?"
As the words fell, the two police officers finally understood the current situation and fell into complete silence.
Two police officers: “………………”
It turns out there was no fight. It was all in vain that he yelled.
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment, and it was the chef from the state-owned restaurant who stepped forward first to smooth things over, smiling and saying, "Are the police comrades here?"
The leading policeman's surname is Wang. Policeman Wang has been in the Public Security Bureau for many years. He has handled countless trivial matters, big and small. He is very experienced and steady.
He was stunned for just a second, and now his expression has returned to its serious look.
He said 'hmm' to the chef.
However, when he saw a little bald head within his sight, he was stunned again.
There are fewer bald heads these days, and even fewer with a bald and smooth top of the head. Even if some people shave their heads for various reasons, there will still be some hair follicle stubble on the top of their heads, making them look a bit gray and like a kiwi fruit.
He had never seen anything as smooth as skin before, but that didn't matter.
Public Security Wang shifted his attention to the two people who were fighting and handled the situation according to the procedure.
People like this who break plates and dishes must pay compensation in the end, otherwise they would not be called in to deal with it.
The waiter and the man who were fighting apparently came to their senses and realized this. Their red-faced and angry expressions had now turned into regret.
It feels good to fight on impulse, but you will have to pay the crematorium for compensation afterwards.
The purpose of calling the police is that they can come up with a plan on how to make compensation.
The waiter who ran out to call for help was probably afraid that people would not want to pay compensation, so he ran to call the police.
Public Security Wang and another police officer walked closer, looked at the ground, and then looked at the two people fighting: "You smashed a lot, you are so angry."
The customer probably remembered the cause of the fight, and his face was filled with anger again.
However, when he was about to start cursing, he held it back because of the presence of the police. He said that it was the waiter who first soiled his clothes and cursed at him, so he couldn't help but hit him.
A waiter who could fight with a customer was naturally not a good-tempered person. He immediately argued that it was the customer who bumped into him first, causing the soup in the bowl to spill on him.
If he hadn't bumped into me, he wouldn't have spilled it. I was the one who bumped into him first, so why should he pay for the dirty clothes? He didn't bump into me on purpose.
The male customer also argued that he didn't even see the waiter coming over.
He didn't see anyone when he was moving his chair and bumped into someone. How can it be considered that he bumped into someone first? He didn't see anyone, so didn't the waiter see him coming from behind?
The two of them, the husband thought he was right, and the wife thought she was right. They both felt they were not wrong and felt particularly wronged, so they started arguing again, and they were not merciful in their verbal fights, but they did not fight again.
After figuring out what happened, Wang Gongan raised his hand to stop the endless quarreling: "Put aside your two matters for now, let's count these dishes first."
No matter whether the waiter should compensate the customer for the clothes or wash the clothes, or if it was not his fault, he would neither compensate nor wash the clothes.
The two of them must pay for the damaged dishes together, after all, they were the ones who broke them.
As soon as the topic of compensation was brought up, the people who were arguing suddenly changed their tone. They stopped arguing about who was right or wrong and started arguing about what the other party had smashed.
It would be so unfair if they were blamed for something they didn't break.
Wang Gongan also felt that it was a bit difficult to deal with after hearing this. When people are angry, they have no idea what they are doing when they fight.
Looking at the chaos at this scene, how can one remember clearly who smashed it?
Wang Guoan felt a little headache, but he still had to deal with what needed to be dealt with. The first step was to sort out the broken dishes.
Then, when Wang Gongan lowered his head, the first thing he saw was a head of black hair, which had fallen on the broken dishes and was already dirty.
Wang Gongan paused for a moment, bent down to pick it up, and said hesitantly: "This...?"
Because the two of them had some time to calm down after their quarrel, Yan Xia had calmed down a lot. He raised his hand: "Mine."
Wang Gongan: “…………”
He saw it.
only……
"It's dirty, should it be included in the compensation?"
Yan Xia: “Forget it!!”
How can it not be counted? ! !
That person pulled out his hair and threw him out. Was it only his hair that was hurt? His heart was also hurt!!
If clothes are dirty, you have to pay for it, so why can't you pay for dirty hair? Even though he doesn't lack that little money.
But...I'm angry!!
Wang Gongan looked at the fair-skinned young man in front of him, and then looked at the hair in his hands. Although he did not see it with his own eyes, he had already imagined the scene in his mind.
The corners of Wang Gongan's mouth twitched, and his expression almost couldn't be stabilized.
But Wang Gongan was a mature policeman. He only drew the pulse for a moment and then quickly formed a plan in his mind.
What followed was a series of questioning. As a witness and also a victim, Yan Xia was also pulled aside by Wang Gongan and asked several questions.
Half an hour later, the compensation that the two men who had been fighting had paid to the state-owned restaurant had not yet been sorted out, but Yan Xia had received the three cents that belonged to him first.
Not much, but a consolation.
Duan Ji, who had been standing nearby, asked at the right moment: "Are we going back to the guesthouse now?"
There is nothing for them to do now.
Yan Xia looked outside. It was not dark yet. There were still many people outside, coming and going. His hair was so dirty that he couldn't wear it, but no one recognized him.
Yan Xia nodded: "Let's go back."
For some things, after experiencing them for the first time, you will be relatively calm the second time.
Isn't it just going out with a bald head?! I don't think I'll have a chance to come to the county in the future, so I'm not afraid.
Yan Xia walked towards the guesthouse with a little bit of courage. The journey was smooth and no unexpected incidents happened. It would be better if... the rate of people turning back to look at him was not so high.
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guest House.
Duan Ji walked in front, and when Yan Xia was about to go in, the aunt in charge of registration suddenly grabbed his arm and said, "Hey! You haven't registered yet! You can't go in! Where are you from? Let me see your letter of introduction."
Yan Xia: “………………”
He just lost his hair, not his face. I couldn't recognize him after being out for half a day.
Duan Ji in front stopped and said, "Auntie, he came with me. We registered this morning."
Hearing this, the aunt looked closely and said, "Wow!!"
"Why did you shave your hair when you went out..."? ?
The auntie didn't finish her words because she had already seen the black lump in Yan Xia's hand.
The aunt smiled awkwardly: "Haha."
"Look at my eyes. You didn't recognize me. Everything will be fine after you register. Go in now."
Yan Xia: “………………”
Forget it, I'm used to it.
Inside the room, the first thing Yan Xia did when he came back was...
Continue washing his hair.
In just one day, he washed his face once in the morning, noon and evening, three times a day. Some people don't wash their faces as frequently as he does.
As Duan Ji had witnessed the whole thing from beginning to end, he was no longer surprised.
Especially when I saw the young educated youth Yan wipe his head with a towel while washing his face after washing his hair, I inexplicably had the urge to shave my head. It just... looked strangely convenient.
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It was getting dark.
The guesthouse is just a temporary place to stay and there is nothing interesting to do inside.
Yan Xia lay on the bed and spoke passionately on the microphone to the family group for a long time. The topic mainly revolved around various things in the state-owned restaurant.
Duan Ji also lay on another bed with his eyes closed. After a while, he opened his eyes and glanced to the side, looking at Yan Xia who was staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, wondering what he was thinking. He asked, "Is your thing... hereditary?"
Hearing the voice, Yan Xia's consciousness came out of his sea of consciousness. He thought for two seconds before realizing that the other party was asking him the reason for his bald head.
Since they had already given a factor, Yan Xia simply said, "Well, it's hereditary, hereditary...my mother."
His father had been harmed by him once, and the advice that one should not get married before the age of 25 can still be heard occasionally from the villagers.
So Yan Xia changed the subject every time he spoke, one person at a time. He was truly a filial son who treated everyone equally.
Duan Ji had also heard other educated youths mention the issue of Xiao Yan's mother being suspected of being gone.
Afraid of saying something inappropriate, Duan Ji stopped asking and said, "Me too."
Yan Xia gave the other person a look that said 'I see'.
The room fell silent again.
At the same time, Su Wenyin, who was still in the Pingtan Brigade, sneezed loudly.
Why does it always feel like someone is saying bad things about her behind her back?
Yan Feiyue looked at his wife silently. This feeling was a little familiar, as if he had experienced it before.
Yan Xia, who was far away in the county, had no idea that telepathy was so magical. He slept until dawn.
Duan Ji still has some finishing work to do today, but there is no need to attend a meeting, so Yan Xia has nothing to do.
The mission had been completed, and Yan Xia felt relieved. While waiting for Duan Ji to come back and then go back to the commune together, Yan Xia did not stay in the guesthouse, mainly because there was nothing to do.
He picked up his hair that had been dried yesterday, put it on and went out, and during the process he received a glance from the aunt at the front desk.
He had experienced many more glaring gazes than this yesterday, and at this moment he was extremely calm, not even the slightest ripple in his heart.
After Yan Xia went out, he walked aimlessly along the street. He didn't take a good look yesterday. At first glance today, he found that the development of the county was indeed better than that of the commune, but only by a little bit.
As Yan Xia walked, he arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative. The supply and marketing cooperative in the county was a little bigger than the one in the commune, and it sold a wider variety of things. Yan Xia was just about to walk closer to buy something when he heard two salesmen whispering to each other.
An older sister asked, "Is it really that bright?"
Another young girl replied: "I heard it from my father too. He said it was like a light bulb."
Yan Xia: “………………”
No way, no way? You're not talking about him, are you?
Just when Yan Xia was holding onto a little hope, he heard the older sister say, "I think that guy is also a bad guy. Why did he pull someone's hair?"
The young girl replied: "Maybe it wasn't intentional. He was hit on the head and threw everything he saw outside."
The elder sister commented: "This is a bad habit. I heard that you lost a lot of money, almost a month's salary. Don't you think this is a waste of money?"
The young girl wanted to say something, but she saw Yan Xia out of the corner of her eye and swallowed the words back.
A handsome, positive and sunny educated young man will attract more attention wherever he is. If he has no hair, people will probably look at him more, but the mentality may be different.
Yan Xia naturally walked over to the counter and took a look...
Well, they are discussing him without hair, what does it have to do with him with hair.
There was actually not much missing at home, so Yan Xia focused his attention on food and bought anything that looked good.
When he returned to the guesthouse, Duan Ji had also returned. After packing up their things, they went to catch the bus.
The departure times are fixed and they won't wait for anyone.
When Yan Xia and his friends arrived at the station, they still had plenty of time.
However, there were already a lot of people waiting to get on the bus, and many of them were carrying large and small bags. It was obvious that it was a rare trip to the county, so everyone bought a lot of things that were not available in the commune.
After buying the ticket, the door opened.
Yan Xia felt as if he was back to the time when he picked up the educated youth twenty days ago. It was so crowded.
Yan Xia put his things on the seat and hadn't sat down yet when an old lady behind him was squeezed by the people behind her and almost hit her head against the glass.
Yan Xia was quick to rescue the man. The aunt said with lingering fear: "Thank you, young man, you are such a good person."
Yan Xia, who had somehow received a good guy card, let go and said, "You're welcome. There are so many people here, so you should be careful, auntie."
The aunt sat down behind Yan Xia and said, "Oh, you have to be careful. Some people use their eyes to vent their anger instead of looking at the road."
As the aunt spoke, she glanced meaningfully at the uncle who had just squeezed her.
The uncle looked embarrassed.
Yan Xia: “………………”
It can be seen that this aunt is not the kind of person who has a bad temper and starts fighting over trivial matters, but she does have a bit of a weird aura.
The car was noisy and smelled bad.
When the time came, the driver turned the steering wheel and slowly drove out of the station.
Yan Xia leaned his head against the seat behind him, and suddenly his shoulder was patted. The old lady leaned her head next to him and asked, "Young man, are you an educated youth?"
Yan Xia: “Yeah.”
Auntie: “Where did you come from?”
Yan Xia paused for a second before remembering: "Shanghai Stock Exchange."
That's what it says on the information. If no one had asked him, he would have really forgotten where he came from.
The aunt's eyes lit up: "A big city."
As soon as the words fell, the aunt continued to ask: "Does the young man have a partner?"
Yan Xia: “………………”
It turns out that this auntie is not only a bit weird, but she also has some talent for household registration work.
There were people all around, and Yan Xia didn't want to say something that would attract attention, such as his father wouldn't let him get married before he was 25. He just said vaguely, "My family doesn't allow me to get married too early."
The aunt didn't care and her smile even deepened a little, that is to say, she didn't have a partner.
The educated youth who came from big cities were good-looking and seemed to have good hearts.
As of now, the more I watch it, the more I think it’s really good.
The auntie smiled and said, "My eldest granddaughter works as a cashier in the state-owned restaurant of the commune. She has just graduated from high school and is very pretty. She is eighteen this year. Young man, have you ever been to the state-owned restaurant of the commune? If you have, you must have seen her."
The auntie became more and more excited as she spoke, as if she had already seen two young people have a successful blind date.
She had no choice. With her granddaughter's conditions, it would have been easy for her to find a partner, but who could have made her fall in love with the educated youth in the village when she went to visit her relatives in the countryside?
She didn't like that educated youth. He looked like a decent person, but in fact he was too cunning. He was not as good as the educated youth in front of her. This young man had clear eyes and was kind.
The auntie couldn't stop talking once she started: "Young man, which brigade of educated youth are you from? Let me tell you..."
Before the auntie could finish her words, the bus, which was driving smoothly, suddenly braked suddenly with a huge impact.
Yan Xia was still thinking about finding a killer excuse to reject this enthusiastic auntie, but the next second he felt something flying out from above his head.
Black and furry, so familiar!
At the front, the bus driver was on the road rage, and he said passionately: "Damn it! He didn't look at the road when riding a bike! He used his eyes as cannons!"
As the bus driver finished speaking, within a second, due to inertia, the black and furry thing fell straight into the arms of a man in the front rows.
With Yan Xia as the center, the front and back rows all fell silent.
The man in front jumped up, waving and clapping his hands non-stop...
“Ahhhhhhhh!! What the hell!!”
Yan Xia: “………………”
I don’t want to laugh anymore.jpg, 2.0 is online.
People around: “………………”
A very, very bald head.
Duan Ji, who was present at the scene every time: “……………………”
It wasn't easy for little Yan the educated youth either.
The aunt who was originally leaning forward to talk to someone fell silent, then sat back quietly.
The man in front who was dancing with fear because of the hair falling from the sky has calmed down.
Yan Xia sat in his seat and looked at the familiar face that came into view. It was Li Xingchang from the same brigade.
Li Xingchang also saw Duan Ji and Yan Xia. He came to the county the day before yesterday, so he missed some of the excitement.
At this moment, he opened his mouth in shock, looked at Yan Xia, and then looked at the hair on the ground.
"This...you, me...Xiao, Xiao Yan Zhiqing, what are you...?"
Comrade Li Xingchang was directly made to stutter.
After the vehicle braked suddenly, it started moving slowly again.
Yan Xia stood up, held on to his seat and moved forward a little, then stretched out his hand to Li Xingchang: "Comrade Li, please help me pick it up."
Li Xingchang's stuttering was not cured. He also held on to the seat with a dazed expression: "Oh, okay, okay..."
A few rows of seats away, the hair was handed to Yan Xia.
Yan Xia: "Thank you."
Li Xingchang said "Oh" twice: "No thanks, no thanks."
After Yan Xia returned to his seat and sat down, Li Xingchang also sat down, but he seemed to have nails on his butt and kept looking back.
He was not the only one like this. In fact, almost everyone in the rows in front of Yan Xia did the same thing, so Li Xingchang didn't look out of place at all being sandwiched in between.
Yan Xia patted her hair and automatically blocked out those sights.
After cleaning, Yan Xia raised her hands and put her hair on her head. In her sea of consciousness...
[Another person]: "Restart! Give me a big restart!!"
[Another person appeared]: "Brother, brother, brother! Where is he? Where is he? Where is he? Come out quickly! I know you are at home!!"
The person involved is now regretting, very regretful!!
Why doesn't the idiom "three times the limit" apply to him? ?
He should have restarted on the tractor yesterday morning, whether anyone noticed that he couldn't get his hair off or not.
If someone else wants to take a look, he will say it is inconvenient. Can anyone just start to pull it out? If it is restarted earlier, there will be no more trouble later.
A voice rang out in the sea of consciousness.
[Yan Ji]: "Are you sure? Now?"
[Yan Ji]: "If I'm not mistaken, you should be in the car at this point."
It might seem a bit strange that someone who is sitting quietly suddenly stands up straight.
Yan Xia, who had completely forgotten about this, said: “………………”
But this is not a problem, he has already experienced more attention anyway.
Yan Xia stood up and pretended to check the luggage on the shelf.
[Another person]: "Right now!"
Since his younger brother had requested this, Yan Ji naturally had no other objections.
Two seconds later, Yan Xia felt that his hair was now tightly attached to his scalp, and all the emotions he had felt from cursing countless uncles in the past two days finally completely dissipated.
He, the handsome, positive and sunny educated young man is back completely!
Duan Ji looked at Yan Xia who suddenly stood up to look for something but actually had nothing in his hands, and asked, "What are you looking for? Did you forget to take something?"
Yan Xia said mysteriously, "Looking for my lost image."
Duan Ji: “………………”
It's over.
Little educated youth Yan is not normal.
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