After a brief pause, Lao Nie continued, "With the approval and attention of the top leader, who would care about your little safety hazard..."
Old Nie is truly a master, even more so than Sun Jiwei, because he is capable of orchestrating a "scheme," and one that can take all aspects into account.
After Lao Nie finished talking to me about this, he drove away... He is the second Mercedes-Benz G-Class owner I have ever met... The first was Ye Zhi.
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After Lao Nie left, only Nie Dangdang and I were left on the basketball court. I suddenly became curious about Lao Nie's profession, so I asked Nie Dangdang, "What does your dad do? He seems pretty awesome!"
"I don't know."
"Are you kidding me? You're his son, how could you not know?!"
"I really don't know."
I exclaimed, "Then you must have been adopted."
Nie Dangdang rolled his eyes at me, and as an adult, of course I didn't believe that he didn't know what his father did... As for why he didn't want to tell me, I really didn't know... It was probably because he was a child, with that little desire to create mystery.
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The next morning, I received a message from Yang Sisi. She asked me to pick up a few ceramic jars from the "bed sheet factory" and send them abroad for her. The reason she went to so much trouble to get these ceramic jars was that she made them herself and wanted to give them to her father as encouragement.
I remembered: inside the "bed sheet factory," there was indeed a shop that offered pottery training, and she must have paid tuition there.
The "bed sheet factory" has actually been transformed into an art park, but it was indeed a "bed sheet factory" in the 1980s. Perhaps because people are used to calling it that, the art park is still referred to as the "bed sheet factory" when people talk about it now.
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After picking up the pottery jars made by Yang Sisi at the pottery shop, I chatted with the shop owner for a while. The topic naturally revolved around Yang Sisi. The shop owner said that Yang Sisi was the most unconventional among their students, so none of the pottery jars she made looked regular or well-shaped.
During the conversation, the sound of an accordion suddenly came from the residential building across the street.
At first, I didn't pay much attention, but when my gaze fell on the rusty iron gate outside the "bed sheet factory," my state of mind was unexpectedly changed by the music...
It's a desolate and lonely feeling...like a person facing an entire overgrown football field, or a city.
Through the window, I could only see the back of the pianist. Her hair was very long, reaching her waist... She had a very upright figure, somewhat like Ye Zhi, but it could never be Ye Zhi, because Ye Zhi didn't have such long hair.
At that moment, I was curious. I wondered what kind of woman could play such a piece that so perfectly captured my mood. To chat about "My Tenant Miss" with more like-minded people, follow "or" on WeChat to discuss your favorite books with other book lovers.
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