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Chapter 4 Gong Kee Melon Stall (2)

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    When the little old man patted the cage, he must have startled the grasshoppers, because they stopped screaming suddenly, and a few timid ones jumped up and got bumps on their heads.  The grasshoppers were lying on the iron cage wondering, we had a good life on the hillside, why did they bring us here?  You people who are blind to money!

    When the little old man pushed the cart to the watermelon stand, Gong Xiaojun was looking at Zhuzhu across the road in a daze.

    When there is no business, Gong Xiaojun will look at Zhuzhu across the road in a trance like now.  From the day he set up a stall selling watermelons, he often saw only three people, one was the shoe repairer Li Ernuo on his left, the other was Gaodiandian who opened the Xunmeng Cafe at the south end of Guangming Street, and the other was the Longfeng Hotel  The hostess at the door is Zhuzhu.

    After Li Ernuo came out of the prison, he seemed to have fallen into a problem. Whenever he saw the person with the national emblem on his head, he would smile stupidly, as if he was suffering from encephalitis.  Be courteous.

    Are you shining your shoes?  Do you repair shoes?  It's so hot, don't you sit down and rest?

    Li Ernuo's flattery made Gong Xiaojun feel how right it was to call him a traitor that day.  Gong Xiaojun often thought that if Li Ernuo was in prison again, calling Li Dongfang "captain" would be more like a traitor.  However, for Li Ernuo, besides looking down on him, Gong Xiaojun has a little bit of sympathy.  He also often thinks, if Li Ernuo hadn't smashed the lion at the gate of the palace's garden back then, if he hadn't married flowers as his wife, would he be like this now?  Sometimes, Gong Xiaojun would feel a little grateful to Li Ernuo. If Li Ernuo hadn't given up a room, where would he and Liu Yang get married?  Could it be under the pomegranate tree in the center of the courtyard?

    What Gong Xiaojun dislikes the most is naturally Gao DianDian, even though they were inseparable friends when they were young, they played with mud together and smashed the window of the teacher's house together.  The relationship between the two of them used to be good. Before that, Gong Xiaojun's mother Suzhen and Gao Diandian's mother Gao Tian often sat together. Especially in summer, each person with a plantain fan can fan a lot of warmth in the world.  The tension between the two of them was due to the house problem. One wanted to take it back and the other didn't want to hand it over, so conflicts inevitably arose.  Takata belongs to the type who wants to be cheap but still behaves well. He can choke to death when he speaks: move?  I have long wanted to move. I have lived in this kind of house for a long time. The high-rise buildings with glass windows and glass doors are so nice. I will move when ** arranges for me!  Besides, this is a new society, not an old society, and the working people are the masters of the country!

    Gao Diandian would pass by Gong Xiaojun to the Xunmeng Cafe every afternoon, and would come back in the middle of the night.  His oily hair always shines in the sun or moonlight, reminding Gong Xiaojun of the pig's head stewing in a big iron pot at Liu Yang's house.  Looking at his attire, even wearing a tie in the dog days is not afraid of getting prickly heat?  At that time, mobile phones were still called Big Brother, the size of half a brick, and the higher ones were always in their hands.  Gong Xiaojun thought, wouldn't it be over if your mother ran to the coffee shop to call you after her death?  Still need to call you?  Why don't you buy a house to make room for me when you are fucking rich?

    For Zhuzhu, Gong Xiaojun is naturally in a different mood.  Now, Gong Xiaojun already knew that the girl at the entrance of Longfeng Hotel was called Zhuzhu, that was what he remembered when another service lady in the hotel called her the day before yesterday.  Looking at Zhuzhu, Gong Xiaojun couldn't help but compare Liu Yang with her. He also knew that this kind of comparison was not very noble. How could a man with a wife dream about a young lady?  Gong Xiaojun couldn't say how to comment on Zhuzhu, he thought the name "Zhuzhu" was really nice.  How could she be called Zhuzhu?  Are her eyes shaped like round beads?  Or is her face shaped like a round bead?  So what is her last name?  Surname Li?  Surname Wang?  Still surnamed Zhao?  Whenever Gong Xiaojun thinks about her surname, he thinks of his brother-in-law, that poor college student Liu Hai's discussion on the surname issue.  Just thinking about it ruined his good mood.

    "This bastard." ú±Gong Xiaojun retracted his gaze from Zhuzhu, looked in the direction of the West Railway Station, and blurted out cursing.

    When Gong Xiaojun scolded "bastard", the little old man who went to the city to sell grasshoppers had already parked his car in front of the watermelon stand, and was about to open his mouth to ask him how much a catty of Kaifeng watermelons cost with his glasses in hand.

    "Young man, who are you scolding?" The little old man looked up at Gong Xiaojun and said with a smile like an acquaintance.

    Gong Xiaojun froze for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the smiling little old man.  He thought how could this countryman not feel shy in front of city people?  And it's like meeting old friends? Homely?

    "Call me." Gong Xiaojun glanced at Zhuzhu across the road, and said mockingly.

    "Okay, the person who often scolds himself must be a promising person." The little old man also smiled and said, and then he pushed his bicycle and prepared to leave.

    This is the first time Gong Xiaojun metSuch a funny redneck.  He was puzzled, how could someone who scolded him often be a promising person?

    "Hey, uncle, don't go." Gong Xiaojun stood up quickly and said.

    The little old man turned his head, looked at the grasshopper cage, then at Gong Xiaojun, and said, "Young man, do you want to buy the grasshopper?"

    Gong Xiaojun nodded and said, "Buy."

    The little old man came back pushing the cart, got off the cart again, pointed at the grasshoppers that were full of iron cages and were chirping in unison, and said, "Fifty cents each, you pick it yourself, young man."

    Gong Xiaojun has been curious since he was a child. When he was five years old, he asked his father a strange question: Why do you urinate first when you defecate?  Besides, Gong Xiaojun is also very lonely standing on the street, why not find someone to chat with, and he also found that Zhuzhu is looking here curiously.

    "Master, I will definitely buy the grasshopper. You have to tell me first, why the person who always scolds himself must be a promising person?" Gong Xiaojun said, and sliced ??open a watermelon.

    "This watermelon is pretty good, with red flesh and small seeds, how much is it per catty?" The little old man walked to the melon case, looked at the watermelon carefully, and said.

    "Don't worry about how much it costs," Gong Xiaojun cut the watermelon into pieces, picked up another piece and handed it to the little old man, saying, "Just eat it, and talk while eating."

    "Young man, then I won't be polite. Remember, you asked me to eat, not what I want." The little old man obviously remembered the things that rural people are often deceived by urban people when they go to the city, such as the neighbor's sister-in-law  When shopping in the city, I tried a sweater at the free market, but was forced by the stall owner to buy something.  "How is the watermelon market this year? To tell you the truth, I am a vegetable grower. I want to try to grow a few acres of watermelons next year. Will the ones in the greenhouse be sold at a better price? Hey, young man, next year  Are you still selling it? How about we cooperate?" The little old man said, biting a watermelon with juice flowing from his mouth.

    "Sell it, as long as you grow it, I will definitely sell it. Hey, tell me" Gong Xiaojun urged with his eyes on the pearls in the distance, with some unpromising things in his heart.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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