I ignored him, still deeply immersed in memories. Zou Yang patted my shoulder, and then sneakily put an envelope into my pocket, whispering: "Wang Hao, I apologize to you on behalf of Sun Dafei and the others. Take this money as their compensation to you. Don't sweep the streets these days, it's so hard and tiring. I'm leaving, Wang Hao, on the fifth day of the New Year, don't forget to be at the VIP Hotel in Beiyuan City."
I didn't notice the details of Zou Yang putting the envelope into my pocket, but I clearly heard the three words "VIP Building". It was a high-end hotel located on the busiest section of Jiefang Street in Beiyuan City. There had never been a car worth less than 500,000 yuan parked at the door. I also heard Zou Yang laughing and saying, "These country bumpkins must go to the VIP Building Hotel. In fact, each person only pays 100 yuan, and can only eat the cheapest dishes. But let them do it. If they want to broaden their horizons, go with them."
I still ignored him, my mind was full of Li Shanman's image, and I didn't think I would be able to get out of it for a while.
"Wang Hao, I'll be leaving first. Don't forget on the fifth day of the New Year. Dinner will be served at noon sharp. Don't worry, if anyone of those bastards dares to say a word to you, I will scold him ten times until he apologizes to you!" Then he patted my shoulder, turned around and left.
I understand what Zou Yang meant. He wanted me to accept his favor so that our relationship could improve. But I didn't have time to think about it. I just stayed there stupidly thinking about Li Shanman. The girl I had a crush on for three years, and the girl who brought me three years of pain with her indifference. What do you look like now?
I don't know how long I stood there, a gust of cold wind blew and made me shiver. I picked up the broom on the ground and numbly swept the street. Finally, the work was about to be completed. Just as I was about to pack up my tools and go home, I suddenly heard a heroic voice coming from afar.
"Son~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Son~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`"
I was so excited that I looked up and saw two middle-aged men rushing towards me from the distance. One of them was naturally my dad, and the other was Yu Chengfei's father. They walked very fast and soon ran to me. They were both wearing green military coats that construction workers often wear in winter. They were tall and straight, with messy stubble on their chins, and their hair was as messy as a bird's nest. They were dirty, but full of masculine aura.
"Haha, good son, are you helping your mother clean the house?" my father said happily.
"Yeah." I nodded and said to Yu Chengfei's father, "Hello, uncle! Happy New Year, uncle!"
Father Yu laughed: "You are asking me for New Year's money. I won't give it to you now, but I will give it to you on the first day of the new year!"
"Okay." I touched my head and said with a silly smile, "Dad, uncle, are you two working together?"
My dad said, "Yeah, didn't I tell you last time? Lao Yu and I were laid off together, and then we went to the construction site together..."
“What nonsense!” Father Yu interrupted my dad before he could finish his words and said angrily: “It was the factory director who laid you off. I slammed the table in his face, and he ended up laying me off too! That’s why we went to the construction site together!”
My dad got anxious too: "Lao Yu, are you speaking with conscience? You were the first one to get fired, and then I went to slam the table in front of the factory manager and called him a bastard, so he got me fired too!"
"Nonsense!" Yu's father yelled, "It's pure bullshit!"
"You're being unreasonable!" my dad yelled, "Get lost!"
Two middle-aged men quarreled in the street. It was not the first time they quarreled like this. After the quarrel, they still hugged each other and went to drink. So I was not worried at all. I just wanted to find out who was fired first and who slammed the table at the factory director. I didn't know who was telling the truth and who was lying. But from my point of view, I must believe my father, right...
How can a son not help his father? So I said, "Uncle, please stop making a fuss. Your professional skills are not good enough, so you must have been fired first. My father is usually mild-tempered, but he can get angry when things get urgent. He must have slammed the table at the factory director."
Bad Youth
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