Is Zhang Xuan to blame for this?
Zhang Xuan has the right to pursue her own happiness, and it is right for her to pursue the man she likes.
Blame yourself?
It seems that it is not wrong for me to save Zhang Xuan.
Blame Luan Feng?
I have nothing to do with her, so how can I blame her?
Now that I think about it, no one is wrong and no one is to blame, but this trouble appeared out of nowhere, so there has to be someone to blame, right?
Blame God!
God will not kill you with a thunderbolt.
Forget it, since the matter can’t be exposed now, I might as well not think about it for now and think about other things.
There must be a road when you reach the mountain, and there must be a tractor when there is a road. We will talk about it when the day comes when we really face it.
Wan Feng decided to put this troublesome matter aside for the time being.
"I've shipped the sewing machines here. I expect they'll be in Long Town before school starts. I'll hire a truck to bring them back then, so we'll have 67 machines. The seniors are doing internships again this semester, and there are nearly 60 of them. You have six or seven, so the number of people and the number of machines just match. When we start working again, we'll all make bell-bottoms. We'll just make as many as we can this year, and there's no need to do anything else."
"I listen to you. Whatever you say is what I will do."
Zhang Xuan was very affectionate. While listening to Wan Feng talking, her hands were randomly touching Wan Feng's body.
"Hey, I'm talking about business now, please stop being a hooligan."
"Who is a hooligan? I like my own man, why should I say he is a hooligan?" Zhang Xuan dared to speak with confidence.
Women are just like this. If you smile a little, she will think it is love. Is this justified?
"Also, don't tell anyone about our relationship. Don't even let me know we're in a relationship at school."
Zhang Xuan curled her lips: "My aunt won't believe it. No matter how I was before, I will be fine after you came. Even if she is an idiot, she will know what's going on."
"Then your aunt is an exception, but you have to tell her not to say anything nonsense. I have no confidence in your mouths. Hey, take your hand out! Can you have some shame?"
"Humph! You're allowed to put your hand inside someone's clothes, but not even once."
"Hey, woman, when did I ever put my hand inside your clothes? Don't speak without conscience."
"Anyway, you'll have to stretch it out in the future."
No, I can’t stay at Zhang Xuan’s house anymore. This woman seems to be more seductive and more charming than Luan Feng. Who taught her that?
But Wan Feng couldn't leave until Zhang Xuan's family came back. Once he left, Zhang Xuan would be the only one left here, and he still felt uneasy.
He was just tied here.
This family is quite scheming.
During the three days, Zhang Xuan transformed herself into a gentle little woman and served Wan Feng very well, except that the food she cooked was a little unpalatable.
On the 20th day of the first lunar month, He Yanxia and her family finally returned from the riverside.
Wan Feng felt extremely ashamed when facing He Yanxia and her husband, especially when Zhang Juan and Zhang Chong called him brother-in-law, which made him even more ashamed. He fled from the Zhang family as if he was escaping from disaster.
"I'm going back. Stop daydreaming and get ready to go to school."
"Yeah! I know."
"I'm leaving." Wan Feng checked his ticket and got on the bus to go home.
The experiences of the past few days were like a dream. He, who had always been smooth sailing after his rebirth, finally hit a hurdle, and it was a hurdle that was not easy to overcome.
When he returned home, his mother didn't ask him what he had done in the past few days, so Wan Feng naturally didn't dare to tell her what he had done in the past few days.
It’s nothing, I’m just afraid of getting beaten.
"You have a delivery note. It was delivered this morning." Mother handed a piece of paper to Wan Feng.
I thought the consignment would arrive in early March, but I didn't expect it to arrive now.
After Wan Feng read the contents of the delivery note, he had to go out again right after he came back.
Wan Feng calculated how many vehicles would be needed to pull back the forty-five sewing machines.
This batch of sewing machines were disassembled and packaged when they arrived. Although the area was reduced, it still could not be pulled back by an ordinary Jiefang truck.
At least two cars are needed.
The freight for two Jiefang trucks from Long Town to Xiao Wu's house would be at least three hundred yuan.
If you hire a Dongfeng 140, it might cost four hundred yuan.
Of course Wan Feng would not hire those old cars if he had new cars. It would be troublesome if they broke down.
Several new Dongfeng 140s arrived at the three-point field last fall.
Good things should be kept within the family, so of course money should be spent on one's own people.
February 23, 1985, the 22nd day of the first lunar month.
After arriving at the Sanfen Field Headquarters by bus in the morning, Wan Feng went to the motorcade and saw three or four young men wearing large sunglasses, skating and laughing on the avenue.
This picture is a bit weird.
This can't be the work of that bastard Guo Wu.
Besides, these guys are slipping and sliding around in their sunglasses. Isn’t this like a dog entering the toilet - looking for death (shit)?
If he fell down and his glasses broke and the glass got into his eyes, he would probably end up like Ke Zhenwu in The Legend of the Condor Heroes.
Wan Feng thought it would be better to stay close to the side of the road to avoid being bullied by these guys.
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