Chapter 72 A needle stuck in the body
Chapter 72: A Thousand Needles in the Body
Guo Mingyuan probably never dreamed that his lost son would come to him on his own.
Before he could even rush to look for him, his son had already come to him on his own initiative.
……
"Guo Mingyuan, why are you looking for him? Who are you to him?" The middle-aged man was a resident nearby.
When taking a walk outside, the residents living near the tube-shaped buildings all know each other.
Living in such a crowded place, how could you not understand?
"He is my father" was asked by Ding Xiaodong and answered by Guo Yixing.
"do not know!"
When the middle-aged man heard what Guo Yixing said, he left without mercy.
It feels very strange.
"What are you talking about if I don't know you! I thought you knew him." Ding Xiaodong cursed behind his back.
The middle-aged man walked away from his friend who was walking with him for a while before he said, "Guo Mingyuan, how can you say you don't know him? Didn't the boy say he was his son?"
"You don't understand! We shouldn't get involved in this kind of thing.
His house is so small that it is difficult for three people to live in it, and now there are two older sons.
How are people going to live in the future? Let’s not do such immoral things.”
His companion nodded and agreed with him, "Old Xu is the one who sees things clearly."
……
"Yixing, your father is not doing very well in Shanghai," Ding Xiaodong kept looking around, which was small and cramped.
It's not even as spacious as the place he lives in. The better thing is to live in a house.
His is a doghouse.
"People who live in places like this are usually migrant workers from Shanghai."
His hope is that Guo Yixing's father can have the same conditions as the previous landlord.
Now it seems that there is still some distance between us and the original landlord.
"Yixing, look at those three people. I feel that the man looks a bit like you. He must be your parents!"
"Come over and have a look."
Guo Yixing asked many people at the intersection, but no one knew him.
It was getting dark, and there were fewer and fewer people around. If he couldn't find Guo Mingyuan, he would have to sleep on the street at night.
"Honey, look, there are two young men walking towards us. One has tattoos, and the other is bald."
"Don't be afraid, your husband is here!" Guo Mingyuan said confidently.
Who knew that the person on the other side was just asking questions?
"Excuse me, do you know Guo Mingyuan?"
When Guo Mingyuan heard this, he felt like his head was hit by a sledgehammer.
Liang Yu smiled and replied, "Why are you looking for Guo Mingyuan? Is there something wrong?"
"This is his son from Yunnan, Guo Yixing, who came to Shanghai to seek refuge with him—"
Guo Mingyuan suddenly felt dizzy and the whole world collapsed.
Sure enough, Liang Yu's eyes immediately turned red after she knew Guo Yixing's identity.
He looked at Guo Mingyuan with great grievance.
"Guo Mingyuan——!"
……
Li Kang woke up in the middle of the night, around three or four in the morning.
When something is on my mind, I always wake up at a certain time.
In other words, when you have slept enough, you will wake up.
Li Kang goes to bed early, he went to bed at ten o'clock last night.
Now that I've woken up, I've had almost eight hours of sleep.
Deep sleep time should be sufficient.
Lying on the bed, using my hands as a pillow, gazing at the starry sky, I began to conceive the plot of "Searching for Relatives" in my mind.
The starry sky of this era is still quite beautiful, pure without a trace of impurities.
When you appreciate it, it is as beautiful as a painting.
As scenes of the plot flashed through his mind, Li Kang felt that he was now extremely strong.
Any novel can be written so easily!
Turn on the incandescent lamp and the light is particularly bright at this time.
The entire backyard is illuminated.
Li Kang sat up and put a small table in front of him. Under such simple conditions,
There is no desk, not even a suitable place to write.
Write down the scenes in your mind in words.
Finally, add emotions, actions and language.
After he sank, his head never rose again.
Until the workers around went to work and disturbed the big black dog of Lao Jiang's family. Even when Liu Guangqing came out to fetch water, he was very tactful and careful, and did not greet him as usual.
At six o'clock, they set up a stall to sell buns and soy milk.
Li Kang sat in the same position for two hours. When he came to his senses, he found that his body was stiff.
……ah!!
"What's wrong?" Liu Guangqing ran to the backyard and found Li Kang slumped on the bed, shouting something.
"Grandpa Liu, I'm stiff."
He felt indescribably uncomfortable now, a rather suffocated feeling.
Liu Guangqing immediately understood what was going on and couldn't help laughing, "You've been sitting in the same position for too long."
"There's nothing the old man can do. It should be fine after a while."
A minute passed before Li Kang recovered.
"Hi~!"
After Li Kang's blood flow became much smoother, he finally no longer felt that extremely uncomfortable feeling of stalemate.
It feels like having a thousand needles pricking my body.
It was even more exaggerated than squatting in the toilet for an hour. He sat in the same position for two hours without moving.
I limped outside and wanted to take a look outside.
"Is it okay?"
"much better."
Chen Lijuan was selling buns with Grandma Cai. Inspired by the children, they added a new kind of bun made of mushroom and vegetable.
Liu Lang and Lin Meixia both like to eat mushrooms.
While eating, Meixia said casually, "It would be delicious if we could add mushrooms and green vegetables to the stuffing of the buns."
They listened to it.
"The new mushroom and vegetable buns are 10 cents each."
"What new variety? Is it delicious, Grandma Cai?" A pretty girl often comes to the stall in the morning to buy buns. She works in a nearby factory.
"If it doesn't taste good, I won't pay you! Sister Xiangyun, you are so pretty, you should eat more mushroom and vegetable dumplings. You won't lose your figure."
The girl named Xiangyun bought three.
Because he was a regular customer, Aunt Cai gave him a cup of soy milk and said, "It's free. If it tastes good, come back tomorrow."
With Xiangyun in front, other people who buy buns usually buy two or three meat buns and one vegetable bun.
Or three vegetable buns and one meat bun.
The sales of red bean paste buns, on the contrary, have declined.
There was no other choice before. There were only meat buns and red bean paste buns.
The bean paste buns are okay, except for Shanghai people themselves. Migrant workers from the Midwest don't like them at all.
Now that there are more suitable salty mushroom and vegetable buns, who still wants to eat red bean paste buns?
Grandma Cai felt so distressed when she looked at the remaining unsold red bean paste buns.
"Li Kang, do you want to eat some red bean paste buns? We can't sell them today."
"Give me two."
He just stood there and watched them sell, not helping much.
Just at this moment a stray dog came over. It was yellow and was also called a Chinese native dog.
He was so skinny that even after the skin was peeled off, there was only about 200 grams of meat left.
Thinking of his own life experience, Li Kang felt sorry for it and threw it over.
It was thrown a little too high, and it went over the dog's head and was about to fall to the ground.
The yellow dog jumped up nimbly and caught the bean paste bun.
He swallowed it in two mouthfuls.
"Eat so fast?" Li Kang had only taken a bite of the bun in his hand!
Seeing that it was wagging its tail so vigorously, he threw the thing in his hand to it.
"Where did this dog come from! Go away~~"
"Li Kang, don't give the food you've eaten to the dog. It's unlucky."
"Oh~~"
The dog was driven away by Grandma Cai. Li Kang felt bored and went back into the house.
I organized the eight-page manuscript that I wrote in two hours, which is about two thousand words.
Purely handwritten manuscript,
If he had a computer to type for him, he could have typed out 4,000 words in two hours.
At this rate, it will take about ten days to finish.
"That won't work! Just write the first part first. After 100,000 words, submit it."
(End of this chapter)