156: First visit to the director's house
"Why are you here so early? Is there something wrong?" Zhou Ziheng's voice was dull and hoarse.
"Captain, I've brought the person to you."
Zhou Ziheng was confused: "???"
He didn't remember who he asked Secretary Jiang to bring with him—
However, when Yu Xiaoye, a petite girl with bruises on her face and a hint of resentment in her eyes, appeared before him, Zhou Ziheng's pupils shrank.
“????”
Zhou Ziheng, who was always quick-witted, suddenly lost consciousness for two seconds.
When did he ask Secretary Jiang to bring this girl here?
It took me two seconds to remember, wasn’t this what happened yesterday?
Yesterday, I casually asked Secretary Jiang to find Yu Xiaoye and bring him here. Hey, he couldn't find him yesterday, and now he's at my doorstep early this morning?!
Secretary Jiang is so thoughtful?!
Secretary Jiang noticed that Director Zhou had an unusual expression on his face, one he had never seen before, and quickly said,
"Um, Director, I'm going back to the office first--"
Then he turned around and left, leaving Yu Xiaoye here.
Yu Xiaoye looked up at Zhou Ziheng with her panda eyes. Zhou Ziheng looked at her, and an inexplicable awkwardness spread between the two.
Yu Xiaoye was thinking about her fried dough sticks and was a little anxious, so she took the initiative to ask:
"Good morning, Director. What can I do for you?"
"Well--"
Zhou Ziheng couldn't remember why he was looking for her. He looked down and saw that the buttons on his shirt were not buttoned. He quickly raised his hand and buttoned it nervously:
"Come in first."
But Yu Xiaoye was unwilling to enter the house. She asked anxiously:
"Captain, what's the matter?"
After saying that, I can go buy some fried dough sticks!
It will be gone if you are any later!
Zhou Ziheng said:
"Come in and talk."
Yu Xiaoye stamped his feet anxiously:
Oh, why is it so troublesome? What do you want to talk about that you have to go inside?!
Fortunately, she knew that Director Zhou was not good in that aspect, otherwise she would definitely suspect that the director had ulterior motives and might have turned around and ran away.
But she didn't dare to run. After all, he was the director. If the director asked her to go in, she dared not refuse.
So, in the end, she still realistically bowed to the power and entered the director's house.
The director lives in a one-bedroom apartment with two rooms, the outer room is the living room and the inner room is the bedroom.
The floor is cement, the walls are covered with white lime, and there are heating pipes in the house. It is the kind of home that people in northern cities usually live in, with a very old-fashioned feel.
As soon as Yu Xiaoye entered the house, she vaguely smelled the scent of an adult man in the room. She couldn't tell what the smell was, but it made her feel a little uncomfortable.
She tried her best to overcome her discomfort and asked again:
"Captain, what's going on?"
Zhou Ziheng closed the door and did not answer. He just said "Please sit down" and went into the inner room.
Oh, I’m so anxious!
He called people over without telling them what they were doing. Are all leaders so willful?
Although Yu Xiaoye was anxious, he finally found a place to sit down calmly.
Only then did she take a closer look at the furnishings in the room and was surprised to find a set of sofas in the living room. In front of the sofa was a coffee table, on which were cluttered a thermos, a teapot, cigarettes, matches, and a wallet.
This was the first time Yu Xiaoye had entered a city dweller's home since coming here, and it was also the first time he had seen a sofa and coffee table in someone's home, so he felt both fresh and envious.
Look at their housing conditions, living alone in such a big place in the city.
He is worthy of being the director. This treatment was definitely elite in the 1970s.
Yu Xiaoye looked around and sat down on the sofa.
The sofa was softer than she had imagined, and she sank into it as soon as she sat down.
She sat on the sofa and continued to look around the room. It was obvious that the room was where a single man lived. It was simple and neat, without any clutter. The cement floor was also clean. It seemed that someone often came to clean for the leader.
There is a chest of drawers against the wall, and on it is a dual-speaker radio. It doesn't look cheap at first glance, and it would probably cost several hundred yuan.
There is a self-ringing clock on the wall, and a calendar is posted below the clock. The calendar depicts scenes of labor on the Beidahuang Farm.
Yu Xiaoye looked around, and suddenly, his upper and lower eyelids were like two magnets, sucking together, and his whole body seemed to be shrinking.
She was exhausted after this day and night.
I rode my bike for dozens of miles yesterday and was busy setting up a stall. I only slept for two hours at night and then got up again to set up a stall to sell fish.
At daybreak, he hurried to the county town to buy fried dough sticks. However, he did not get to eat them and was inexplicably dragged to the farm manager's house.
I am so tired, hungry and sleepy now. Sitting on this sofa, I can't open my eyes. I feel dizzy and as if I am in a cloud.
So sleepy——
I really want to eat crispy fried dough sticks, drink sweet soy milk, and the big pot of hot grits porridge from the old man at the morning market.
So hungry, I want to eat——
My eyelids closed uncontrollably, and all I could hear was the sound of running water, as if the director was washing up in the bathroom in the inner room.
Yu Xiaoye's last thought was:
Oh no, I can’t open my eyes. I close them for a moment, then I open them again—
A minute later, when Zhou Ziheng had brushed his teeth, washed his face, and thought about what to say, he walked out of the inner room and saw Yu Xiaoye had fallen asleep on the sofa.
Fell asleep——
Zhou Ziheng was petrified on the spot, holding a towel.
Doesn't this little girl have any sense of crisis? She actually fell asleep on the sofa of a single man's house. Is she really that bold, or is she just relying on the fact that he, the director, doesn't dare to do anything to her?
what to do?
Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a moment.
After being stunned for a moment, Zhou Ziheng tentatively called out:
"Yu Xiaoye—Yu Xiaoye—get up—wake up quickly—"
“——”
"Yu Xiaoye!"
“——”
Are you sleeping so soundly?
Zhou Ziheng put down the towel and walked to the sofa, but he was helpless.
But there was a thought in my mind: I couldn’t just let her sleep here. I had to wake her up, otherwise how would I go to work?
Zhou Ziheng reached out and patted the little girl on the shoulder, and the little girl finally moved.
But he just shrank back into the sofa, found a more comfortable position, and continued to sleep, with no intention of getting up.
This is trouble.
The vein on Zhou Ziheng's forehead twitched slightly.
He looked at the little girl curled up on the sofa like a kitten, and suddenly found that she had changed a lot. She was no longer the skinny and down-and-out little village girl he first met near the county train station.
In fact, when Zhou Ziheng went to the Wufen Field Office last time, he noticed her changes. Her face had gained weight, her complexion had become fairer, and her eyes were more lively.
But that time she was still wearing that old cotton-padded jacket, and she inevitably carried the aura of a poor and down-and-out little village girl.
But when I saw her again this time, she was wearing brand new work clothes and was no longer the skinny little girl.
Now it is even more lovable.
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