Chen's old movies

After coming to this city, I found Chen Junfeng, a villager who sells walnuts with a trolley. Business is not good, but he always believes that it will rain tomorrow, saying that "Mo Wen is a hero, wealth depends on age". I firmly believe that he is a rich man. More than 30 people from our village came to this city to set up stalls to do small business, so I just wandered around during the day. Anyway, there are people from our village in almost every street. I will have a meal here and there, and I will have to deal with it one day. In the evening, I followed Chen Junfeng into a shabby rental house.

On this day, I received a phone call from Luo Dalong. He asked me for help several times and invited me to a restaurant for dinner every time. He is the best person in our village and has opened a real estate agent nearby.

This time Luo Dalong invited me to eat drunken goose with flame. There is a pot of goose on the kitchen stove on the desktop, and the flame cooks the meat. I suddenly sniffed. Luo Dalong poured some peanuts into my bowl and said, Brother, I don't drink. Help me look at the house later! I know that after eating the drunken goose, my status has become a property buyer, and I enjoy this sense of success very much, as if dozens and millions were wrapped around my waist. When I saw which suite I chose, I shook my hand with deep pockets.

The smell of meat is getting stronger and stronger. The waiter poured a bottle of white wine into the pot. I was just about to hold her hand. Luo Dalong reminds me, look! There is a red flame around the pot, which is outlined like a goose. I staggered out of the pot and felt a little drunk.

Luo Dalong said, a bottle of white wine, this goose can't drink. Don't get drunk after eating!

I said, isn't your agent the bottle of white wine? Ignite the flame of speculating high housing prices and make the buyers drunk!

Luo Dalong gave me a thumbs-up and said, Brother, you have the talent to be an intermediary, why don't you cooperate with me!

I swallowed and said, wait till I eat the drunk goose!

1

Luo Dalong is a two-faced man. He called around to contact the houses and drew you a big cake on the price, which made your heart itch and you wanted to throw the house out. Once I agree to the quotation, I will find a twin customer like me to look at the house, so that the seller can look forward to it. I took the opportunity to take pictures of the inside of the house with my camera or mobile phone and put them on the Internet, with the intention of lowering the price. People who look at the house will go to the market one after another ... After coming to this city, I helped Luo Dalong to do body double several times. I saw his purpose clearly, and his mind was really active, which meant attracting people to jump into the trap and hunt forcibly. As for what's fishy inside, I don't know anyway. Luo Dalong's intermediary business is booming, with three stores, three houses and two cars.

After turning a few blocks, I entered a residential area. It looks like more than ten years. The porcelain block on the outer wall has peeled off, and the vermilion wall has been tanned by the years, which is a bit like age spots. But in a good environment, trees can thrive. I think of the mountains in the village, and even wonder if there is a closed coal mine hidden here. I haven't seen many people, but the cicada is very sharp, so I have to make a noise. I took the elevator to the fifth floor, knocked on the door, opened a crack, and for a long time, stretched out a wrinkled hand like bark, and an old voice sounded behind the door-watching a movie? Luo Dalong and I saw some blue pieces of paper in our hands, and as soon as our eyes fell, the words "Times Cinema Tickets" and "Four Rows of Five Seats" jumped into our eyes.

Luo Dalong thought he was wrong. He looked up at the house number and said, this is it! Then he asked, old man, did you just call to sell the house?

The door opened slowly, revealing a thin face, which reminded me of Wei Zongwan, who played the father of his bachelor girlfriend Haiyun in the movie "The Bachelor Oscar". This house, like the previous owner, smells of decadence. There is a lacquer enamel cup on the wooden coffee table in the living room. On one side, the words "People's Film Award" are printed in red paint. The big characters under the word "Award" peeled off, revealing rust, and the upper part hung abruptly. On the other side of the enamel cup are rusty peony flowers and double happiness.

The old man trembled to make tea, but we said no, but he insisted on making tea. We sat down like guests from afar. The old man rambles about something that is not salty or light, sometimes he doesn't know what he is whispering, and he doesn't mention the house price at all. We looked at the living room, which was not big, more than ten square meters, and was generally decorated. The old man poured tea into the thin ceramic cup in front of us, while he himself used a large enamel cup to hold tea. The wrinkles on his face slowly spread, and he spoke more, as if to tell us all the new things he knew. I said that the community management office posted a notice that it was free to take the bus and subway with the old age card, but I didn't do it for long. Once I get this card, I will really become an old man. Later, he said that a boss wanted to open a cinema for the elderly and show movies of our time. It has been said for more than a year, and nothing has happened yet. ...

Luo Dalong couldn't sit still. He took out his mobile phone to take pictures and told me to go to my room. I just remembered that I was a property buyer, so I went straight over. One * * * two rooms, the master bedroom is about 10 square meters, and the quilts on the bed are neatly folded. There is another room, the door is closed, Luo Dalong twisted it and locked it tightly. It seems that the old man is hiding something.

We asked the old man some standard questions in the living room. When we started to leave, the old man said, young man, what's the hurry? Sit down and have a cup of tea with me. Price negotiable!

After all, Luo Dalong was patient when he asked for something, so I just sat there and pretended to stare at any place in the living room from time to time, and seemed to like this suite very much.

At this time, Luo Dalong's mobile phone rang and the business came to the door. The wrinkles on the old man's face are twisted into a ball again, much like walnuts sold in Chen Junfeng. We put on our shoes at the entrance, as if we were coming out of a narrow crack in the wrinkles.

When I returned to the store, I found that I was wearing the wrong shoes. My left foot is wearing black casual sandals, while my right foot is wearing ochre sandals. Luo Dalong said, it seems that you have become a drunk goose! I went back the same way, but fortunately I found the old man.

The old man was obviously happy when I opened the door. After I explained my purpose, he said, sit down and I'll treat you to a movie!

I paused, and before I knew it, he took the key from his waist, opened the locked room and said, come here, I'll be your projectionist tonight!

I followed him in. The room was dark, and a white cloth hung on the opposite wall. The old man's hand is fiddling with something. When you look intently, it turns out to be an old projector!

The old man inserted the film into the film transmission gear and turned the rocker by hand. The projector gave off strong light and the white cloth was dotted with snowflakes. After a flash, the words "Pearl River Film Studio" appeared, and then the title "Hometown under the Mountain" jumped out. The film rotates slowly and makes a "click". The old man stared at the curtains, and the light in his eyes was extremely bright.

He said, I used to be a projectionist in the commune cinema. At that time, there was only one "Times Cinema" in the commune, which was built with bamboo sheds. Every weekend, it is crowded with people, which is more lively than polder day. Sometimes movies are sent to the countryside and shown outside the village. The villagers grabbed their seats in Ping Zi after supper early, and how much attention was attracted by the white curtain set up with two long bamboo poles. Those years were the most fulfilling days of my life. When the children in the village saw me riding a bike, they all ran to the village head to meet me. The village cadres treated me as a VIP and let me sit in the first seat for dinner, drinking the excellent Yellow Crane Tower wine at that time. I blushed and turned over the film, "click" and "click", and my voice was so comfortable. The light and shadow of the projector changes into characters and scenes in the shape of * * *. Ping Zi is crowded with people, and children are riding around their parents' necks. Adults who didn't get a place stood on the woodpile, on the fence and climbed onto the roof. In the current words, it is popular and grounded!

I really can't watch movies like "Down the Mountain is Hometown", but I still pretend to be very interested and go back to the old days with the old people.

I can't help feeling sorry for the old man and saying, do you usually live alone?

The old man said, well, my son lives in a neighborhood not far away, and my daughter-in-law helps take care of his grandson!

I said, does your son seldom come to see you?

The old man said that young people nowadays are busy all day. He is a city manager, and he has to go to the streets day and night to enforce the law!

I said, does your son like movies?

The old man said that he used to watch it when he was a child, but later he stopped watching it and went to the cinema to watch 3D.

The old man turned and said, see if you like it or not. Come here often in the future, and I'll show you the movie alone!

2

Before running out of the village, my father and I had a big fight. He asked me to dig a hole in the back hill to plant pomelo trees, and I dug less than five holes. I threw my hoe into the ditch, spitting blood bubbles, and said that you should keep your miner's lamp. That's your son. I, Chen Hongzhou, went out to explore the world and came back another day to tear down all the brick houses and build the most beautiful small foreign building in the village!

That night, I packed my bags in a fit of pique. When my father saw that I was absent-minded, he silently put on a miner's hat. Strong light cuts through the dark night in the village, like a pair of powerful arms stretching the thick concrete slab, revealing a skylight with bird shadows. I quickened my pace and followed my father. Later, I walked faster and faster until the light faded away. I wiped a handful of tears, but Dad's cough followed me all the time and sent me off the dirt road in the village. ...

Staring at the curtains, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally I couldn't hold back and fell asleep on the sofa. A gust of wind swept over my ears, and I dreamed that I took my steps and ran hard. I was about to run when a village appeared in front of me. It's dark, probably late at night, but I'm running on the ridge like a hare, and I can still hear the sound of grass jointing and flowers blooming. A bright light suddenly shot from the back of the village, and a long sword cut through the night sky. It must be dad. Dad, who often suffers from insomnia at night, always wears a miner's hat and climbs up the back hill in the middle of the night, sitting at the gate of the blocked coal mine, like an old grave keeper.

The entrance of the kiln is blocked by a wall made of cement stones, which looks like an earth grave from a distance. There are indeed a few dad's mine friends buried in it. In the 1990s, he has been digging coal in that coal mine for our brothers to study and subsidize their families. Even if he dug for more than ten hours a day, he didn't feel tired at all. The scene of coal mining is so lively. Dozens of workers are wearing miners' hats and crawling in coal wells, working hard in their hands and not idle in their mouths. You used to be a joke, and I was told it was a joke. The narrow shaft suddenly became spacious. It's not coal mining at all. It's like sitting in the basement drinking tea. Everyone has a glib tongue. Some people carry bamboo boards with them and watch bamboo songs and sing leisurely.

Love to sing carp head/new big house Bai Yuzhu/upper hall golden lion/lower hall phoenix building.

Love to sing carp teeth/in-laws fight, don't go abroad/go abroad to kill chickens and drink/just know that you are hurting yourself. ...

Hakka folk songs are accompanied by the sound of beating bamboo boards, which makes everyone happy to raise a crescent moon on their black faces. Everyone's face was turned into a black Bao Gong face by cinder, only the teeth were white, and the crescent moon was exposed when they smiled. Even if the miner's lamp is out of power, you can follow the "crescent moon" to find a miner's friend in the coal well.

At that time, I don't know why, my father, who was going to work after dinner, stopped with a bowl in his hand. He asked his aunt to have a taste. Aunt eats raw rice! Miners who earn money in the underworld are the most taboo. Aunt said, don't go to work today, maybe something will happen! Such evil things have happened in the village before. Someone ate raw rice and went to work. At night, there was a gas explosion in the mine. When people dug it up, it was beyond recognition.

Dad turned and went to the field. In the afternoon, something really happened The mine suddenly collapsed and several miners were buried alive. After being dug up three days later, the miners turned into crushed black coal, including the miners who could sing bamboo songs, and his "Phoenix House" could only be burned to him by his family separated by Yin and Yang. As long as ABBA remembers that bamboo song, he is afraid. If he hadn't eaten uncooked rice that day, he might have followed them to live in the underground "Order of the Phoenix".

A few years later, the "8 7" mine disaster occurred in the coal mine in the neighboring town, which shocked China and foreign countries. The flood accident caused 120 deaths, and Guangdong withdrew from the coal-producing province. Naturally, the coal mine in the village could not escape the fate of closure, and Abba lost his job overnight. The laborers in the village have left the village one after another to work in factories or do small businesses in distant cities to make a living. Some even took the old people and children away, and the village was suddenly empty.

Stubborn dad didn't want to go to town, guarding a large area of Chinese fir forest, saying that we depended on mountains for food and water for food. If you don't believe me, you will starve to death if you don't go to town. He can endure the days of poverty again, but the empty village often wakes him up in the middle of the night and can't sleep anymore, so he puts on a miner's hat and dispels the thick black fog with a snow-white beam. A man walked to the front of the coal mine in Houshan, recalling the lively scenes and exciting bamboo songs in the mine. Even though he still lives in an old brick house, ABBA still dreams of the "Phoenix Building". ...

Since then, villagers have secretly laughed at my father as a "miner's lamp cap" from time to time. When the child saw it from a distance, he said, "miner's lamp cap" is coming. Let's go!

When I was about to run on my legs again, I grabbed my clothes in one hand and said that I was exhausted after eating the drunken goose. Come with me to see the house! I tried to break free and said, I don't want to pretend. I want to find my own way, earn a lot of money and build the most beautiful small building in the village! The voice said, Chen Hongzhou, follow * * * and you will definitely make a lot of money! I said loudly, no, your real estate agents are all big liars! Luo Dalong slapped me on the corner of my mouth, numb with pain.

I woke up suddenly, and there were two big white characters on the curtain, "the end of the play".

The old man probably didn't know that I had just fallen asleep and said, thank you for coming to the movies! Then he took out a stack of blue pieces of paper from his pocket and handed it to me, saying, this is a movie ticket. You are welcome to visit anytime in the future, or you can invite your friends!

The old man's wrinkles are twisted into a ball again. I have no reason to refuse. I held the blue ticket tightly, just like holding his skinny hand.

three

I have no choice but to go back to my rental house in Chen Junfeng. After walking for forty minutes, I was so tired that my bones were almost dislocated. After knocking for a while, the door slowly opened. I was annoyed, but when I saw Chen Junfeng's sad pig liver face, I held my breath.

He said that several chengguan came to the street at night and even the carts and walnuts were taken away. These robbers! I'll go to those * * * tomorrow or I'll beat them if I don't pay them back!

It suddenly occurred to me that the old man said that his son was a city manager, and I was not sure if he could speak. But I'm going to help this anyway. Don't say that Chen Junfeng has stopped here these days. Seeing that he is so rich, he really can't get along in the future.

I took out a movie ticket from my pocket and said, no matter how big it is, no matter how difficult it is, come to the movies with me tomorrow!

Chen Junfeng's face collapsed and he said, That's easy for you to say. That's my job. Porridge depends on that family!

I said, a gentleman can afford it and let it go. Maybe things will turn around after watching the movie.

Chen Junfeng looked at the blue paper again and again, but he didn't believe that a knot in one's heart on the paper would turn into a spell, and his whole face completely collapsed. He said, brother, we can't afford it. We have to find someone to find a way! As he spoke, he threw the paper away like a falling blue butterfly.

I ate something casually the next morning and took Chen Junfeng to the old man's house, but he refused to leave. Looks like this elm head has to be knocked awake. I said, the old man has a relative who is a city manager!

Chen Junfeng suddenly eyes a bright, fart dian fart to follow me. We handed him the movie ticket, and the old man held it in his hand trembling. The smile on his face is very intimate, smoothing all the wrinkles and saying, welcome to the movies!

Twist the rocker, and two circular films "click" to rotate, and a strong light hits the front curtain, showing "Grow Up" produced by Beijing Film Studio. At first glance, it was an old movie. Chen Junfeng couldn't sit still and said that he thought it was fistful of dollars! I pushed him with my hand, but he held back and stared at the curtain again.

The movie is about the summer in Beijing 1976. Rebellious Zhou Qing didn't listen to his father, and the relationship between them was very stiff. Zhou Qing would rather be a musician in a band organized by Moon Hee than work in a freight station according to his father's wishes. Later, due to the dispute between Moon Hee and Ying Shao, the band broke up.

This film is full of fireworks and life, with old Beijing as the story background, and the little people at the bottom are realistic and have great personality. Chen Junfeng may have been attracted by the film. His eyes never left the curtain for a moment. He reached into his trouser pocket, pulled out something and rubbed it on his palm, making a "giggle" sound. I gave him another push and he put it in my hand. It is two walnuts. I also turned it with my fingers, and the walnuts "giggled". The old man didn't hear it, and was covered up by the sound of the projector clicking.

Later, Zhou Qingjin worked as a boiler worker in the freight station, worked hard, even couldn't sleep well, and was still angry with the master. Knowing the train driver Zhu, they established a deep affection. While transporting coal with a trolley, I tried to race with Zhu who was driving a train, but I accidentally ran into an oncoming truck and my leg was seriously injured. Zhu Laihe transplanted his own bone marrow into Zhou Qing's leg. ...

Somehow, seeing this, Chen Junfeng began to cry, shrugged his shoulders and sniffed, and then he really cried. The old man stopped, put his hand on his shoulder and said, I didn't expect this movie to have such a loyal audience as you!

I took the opportunity to say that he is a movie enthusiast, but now he has no food. He made a living by selling walnuts, and the trolleys and walnuts were taken away by the city management!

The old man said, which street is it?

Said the location, the old man went out to dial a phone call, and when he came back, he said, you go to the urban management brigade to find your beam!

Chen Junfeng said, brother, I really don't see that you are very capable!

I said, to tell you the truth, you pretended to cry at the movie just now. When you cry, that's your ability!

Chen Junfeng said, I really cried. When I saw Zhou Qing suffering in the freight station, I thought of my hard life in recent years!

I don't believe it. Was Chen Canjun's summit moved by the stupid things in the movie? But it's hard to say that everyone has weaknesses in their hearts.

four

I stayed in Chen Junfeng for a few days. Of course, I didn't live in vain. I peeled several bags of walnuts for him. Fortunately, I have sold a lot these days. In the evening, he invited me to eat mutton bread in soup, which smelled delicious. Just as I was talking about meat and vegetables with cold beer, Luo Dalong's phone rang and said, Brother, was that old man crazy last time? As soon as I called him, he said he wouldn't go to the movies. I asked him about selling the house, and he asked me why I haven't seen you these days! Are you related to him?

I prevaricated, Luo Dalong reminded that in recent years, more and more elderly people living alone called to sell houses, and most of them refused to sell. Some people are very strange. They went to his house to look at the house and insisted on giving me a haircut. If they ignored it, they wouldn't let me go. I almost got into a fight with him. Who knows if he will kill or steal goods? Those people may have just come out of a mental hospital, so be careful!

I thought of my father who stayed in the village. He couldn't sleep at night, put on a miner's hat and sat in front of the closed coal mine in the back hill. He is also a psycho in the eyes of others. Somehow, I was angered. I sipped half a glass of wine and growled at my cell phone. Luo Dalong, what are you arrogant about? Don't you have some stinking money? Who are you to ruin those old people!

Chen Junfeng touched a cup with me and said, Brother, it's easy to scold. This kind of person is bloodless, unlike us in Yingchuan Village!

After dinner, I told Chen Junfeng to go to the old man's house to watch a movie as a thank you!

Chen Junfeng said nothing and walked with me to the community.

I knocked on the door for a long time, but I didn't see the old man come out. An old man across the street poked his head out and said, are you looking for an old man? He was taken away by the police!

I was surprised and said, what's the matter?

The man said, I don't know!

Chen Junfeng and I ran to the police station in the jurisdiction, and the interrogation room was brightly lit. The thin old man sat alone opposite the two policemen, and he could see the wrinkles twisted like walnuts on his face. If something really goes wrong, the old man will end up in prison. Good, a face of dignified, out of the leadership office. When he saw us, he was a little surprised and said, nothing. My father went downstairs for a walk after dinner and saw some children playing, so he called them home to watch a movie. The children couldn't stand it, and they cried out to leave, but the old man wouldn't let them. Parents couldn't find their children anywhere, thought they were kidnapped and reported the case. Just now, the director said that my dad can go home after making an inquiry and investigation record!

Our hanging hearts returned to the abdominal cavity and we didn't speak for a long time. Chen Junfeng took out two glossy walnuts from his pocket, turned them hard in his hand, and "Luo Luo" rang.

Half an hour later, the police let you Lao out, and I helped him and you get on Liang's car. Along the way, you Lao didn't say a word, as if he had really committed something outrageous and couldn't hold his head in front of the world. You beam, hands on the steering wheel, all the way stuffy, I don't know what he's thinking. If Chen Junfeng and I were not here, would he scold the old man?

I said, you are old, we are here to see your movie!

Chen Junfeng said that those old movies are actually very good-looking, and they are all about people's hearts!

The wrinkles on the old man's face have eased a lot. Just now, he may be walking on the plank road above the cliff. With the sound of the screen wind, he carefully stepped on the opposite mountain road step by step, and the tight string relaxed.

You Lao said, go back and play "Big Bowl of Tea" for you!

You Liang also sat on the sofa with us and watched it from beginning to end. This film tells the story of Yin Shengxi, a street cadre, leading a group of unemployed educated youth back to the city. They started from selling a bowl of tea at 20 cents, worked hard to make a living, overcame many difficulties and became advanced typical representatives during the reform and opening up period. I was deeply moved by their hardships in starting a business. I vowed to be an entrepreneur as flexible as Yin Shengxi. People can make a fortune with a big bowl of tea. Now that there are so many business opportunities, will Chen Hongzhou have no chance to make a fortune?

Chen Junfeng grabbed two walnuts in his hand again and whirled "giggle-giggle" quickly. I know, this movie also touched him. Maybe tomorrow he will find a new way to manage walnuts and turn himself from a flea into a wealthy businessman.

An hour and a half later, when the movie ended, it was past twelve o'clock. You Lao was very sleepy, so we came out. You Liang insisted on sending us back.

The night passed slowly from the window. I said, your father is lonely. He wants someone to accompany him to the movies!

You Liang sighed and said, this is an old problem for more than ten years. In the past, when I was in my hometown, I had to show a movie for free in the village at least once a week. At first, many people watched it. Later, all the young people in the village went out, leaving only some old people and children at home. They watched the old movies almost all the time, and no one watched them any more. My dad showed movies from village to village like he used to be a projectionist, but the audience was scattered. Those people nicknamed him an "old movie". As soon as they saw him enter the village, they said "old movies" came. There are old movies to watch again tonight! "You don't believe it. Once, a seriously ill movie lover asked my father to show him a movie. My dad rode a motorcycle with a projector despite his family's blocking. His family helped him sit in an old cane chair, and the Flying Tigers was staged that night. The man looked at it, his eyes flashing, and his family said that he had never been as energetic as that day. At the end, the man was panting and kicking his feet away, but his face was filled with a satisfied smile ... Later, the village immigrated, and my father didn't want to live in the immigrant village, so he was taken to this city hundreds of kilometers away from home. He was not used to living with us, so our two brothers chipped in to buy him a second-hand house. He always kills time by watching movies alone!

I said, people are like this when they are old, and so is my dad. ...

My eyes were moist and my voice choked. I really can't go on.

Downstairs to the rental house, You Liang handed us a business card, saying that during this period, the city is welcoming the re-evaluation of the national civilized city, and it is not easy to make money in other people's cities. What can I do for you in the future?

Our village has built a WeChat group in this city, and the group name is "Yingchuan Village". Chen Junfeng said in the group that he had brought back the cart and walnuts of the urban management, which blew me into a god. Later, several villagers came to see me. I crustily skin of head to find you, Liang. As long as it is reasonable, he will help solve it. The brothers in the village are very grateful to him. In those days, the WeChat group was very lively-

Say that if urban management is like you Liang, we can live a happy life!

As I said before, the urban management looks like a black-faced demon. After knowing you Liang, I believe that there are good people in urban management!

It is said that Youliang is also a rural area, and more rural people come to this city to set up stalls. Why do you care so much about people in Yingchuan village?

five

These days, my heart is always ringing in the air, just like someone ringing a broken gong in the dark night. Dad walked out of the brick house and put on a miner's lamp cap. A bright light instantly lit up the empty Yingchuan village. At the foot of the mountain are rows of silent houses and crops with drooping eyebrows. On the back hill, a closed coal mine, a large lush forest and sparse grapefruit trees are exposed. I have never seen such a montage movie. From one shot to another, every projection hits a brave but fragile heart.

Facing the traffic all over the street, I want to cry.

That evening, I received a phone call from Liang, saying that today was his father's 75th birthday. The old man wanted to show a movie in Times Square at night and asked me if I could invite some friends to go with him.

I didn't think much, so I agreed to post this news in the "Yingchuan Village" WeChat group, which quickly got everyone's response. You Liang helped them so much that they were worried that they didn't know how to thank him, let alone go to see a free movie. Why not?

After dinner, everyone hurried to Times Square. There has been a white curtain with long bamboo poles, and there is an old projector in the center of the square, surrounded by more than 20 plastic stools. Everyone sat quietly, some with children. It's really not enough just to sit. The children stand around the necks of adults and watch. There are many passers-by in the square at once, one inside and one outside.

You Lao inserted the circular film into the film feeding gear, shook the rocker, and a light was emitted from the projector. The words "Xi 'an Film Studio" appeared on the curtain, and then the title of "Curved Mountain Road" flashed by.

The curtain image is superimposed, and the veteran shakes it gently, and his eyes are unusually bright. Today is his birthday. He must be very happy to have so many people with him. Just like when movies were shown outside the village, people were crowded and children were riding around the necks of adults. Those who didn't occupy the position stood far away, staring at the front one by one. A gust of wind blew, the curtain swelled instantly, and all the characters were changed. In the street, traffic roared past. ...

At this time, a barbecue stall with a cart appeared in the square. Many people went to buy mutton skewers and tore their mouths with the meat strung with bamboo sticks. Then, two more sellers of sugar water and cold rice noodles came, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Seeing that the film is about to be spoiled, a uniformed urban management officer, You Liang, comes. He came forward to persuade patiently, only to find the vendor swearing and shaking his legs and arms. The two sides are deadlocked. A vendor stabbed You Liang with a bamboo stick in his hand. I exclaimed, and You Liang grabbed him with his backhand. Another stall owner jumped over and punched the beam on the back. You Liang staggered back to one side, and they rushed forward again, and several people scuffled together.

Although you Liang kept giving in, this process was photographed by those kind people with their mobile phones and uploaded to the Internet. Later, it was exposed by the news media with one-sided public opinion, which attracted a lot of abuse from the society and accused the urban management of hitting people. In addition, You Lao showed a film in public without approval, and two things were hotly discussed on the Internet and the media, which attracted the attention of the national civilized city evaluation team, resulting in the city failing to pass the re-evaluation, and the city demanded severe punishment, so the unit had to use You Liang as a knife.

You Liang lost his job like this.

That day, you Liang and I ate a roasted goose. Pour a bottle of wine into the pot where the goose is cooked, and it burns like a goose.

Chen Junfeng raised his glass and said, Brother, what are your plans for the future?

You Liang strut drinking wine, said, a big deal to sell walnuts with you!