Reborn In The '80s

Little, little, uncle——

The moment Cui Qingfeng saw Cui Dingchen, Cui Qingfeng's brain went blank, and then there was a "bang", and various thoughts suddenly exploded. For a month, he told himself over and over again, don't think too much, don't think too much, my uncle is right for Xu Zhao Like that, but, but now that he saw his uncle with his own eyes, seeing his uncle looking at Xu Zhao affectionately, this, this is true.

It is true!

Cui Qingfeng was astonished and dazed.

Cui Dingchen discovered the strangeness of Cui Qingfeng.

Xu Zhao didn't notice it, and looked over with a smile: "Qingfeng."

Cui Qingfeng turned to Xu Zhao with blank eyes.

Xu Zhao still smiled: "Qingfeng, why are you here?"

Cui Qingfeng looked uncomfortable: "Come, come——"

He couldn't tell what Cui Qingfeng was here for.

Xu Zhao asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Cui Qingfeng's face became even uglier. His eyes slowly fell from Xu Zhao's body to the flat land, silently, his heart was silently dripping with icy water, spreading all over his body, and a thought was spinning chaotically in his brain—— My uncle likes Xu Zhao, and my younger uncle also likes Xu Zhao.

Xu Zhao was even more puzzled at this moment, and couldn't help looking at Cui Dingchen beside him.

Cui Dingchen said, "He came to look for me."

Xu Zhao asked, "Looking for you? What's the matter?"

Cui Dingchen's complexion was slightly tense, his voice was a little lower than before, and he said, "It should be, I'll go first."

"Let's go now?" Xu Zhao asked.

"Well, see you later."

After Cui Dingchen finished speaking, he stepped up to Cui Qingfeng's side, took Cui Qingfeng's arm, and walked out of the kitchen, yard, and Nanwan Village without saying a word, and stopped when he came to the snow-covered dirt road.

"Go, go home." Cui Dingchen said.

Cui Qingfeng didn't respond, but followed Cui Dingchen silently.

Cui Dingchen looked forward, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about something, but for a moment, as if he had figured it out, his brows slowly relaxed.

Cui Qingfeng followed behind, looked at Cui Dingchen's footprints, walked, walked, and walked for about 10 minutes before he slowly raised his head and called out: "Uncle."

Cui Dingchen stopped and looked at Cui Qingfeng.

Cui Qingfeng looked at Cui Dingchen and asked, "Are you—"

"Yes." Cui Dingchen replied firmly.

Cui Qingfeng was shocked.

Cui Dingchen looked at Cui Qingfeng with dim eyes.

Cui Qingfeng looked straight at Cui Dingchen and asked, "Where's Shen Jiayang?"

Cui Dingchen replied: "He is in the past tense."

"Is it okay?"

"It's passable."

"Does Xu Zhao not mind?"

Cui Dingchen thought for a moment and said, "I don't mind."

Cui Qingfeng raised his voice: "San Wazi is the child of Xu Zhao and another man!"

Cui Dingchen was silent.

Cui Qingfeng continued to ask: "Do you like children? Do you like Sanwazi? Don't you feel unacceptable when you look at him?"

Cui Dingchen replied: "I'm trying to like him."

"Try?" Cui Qingfeng's eyes suddenly turned red, and he said, "Uncle, Xu Zhao is my classmate, he is different from Shen Jiayang and the others, you don't like children, you don't like Sanwazi, I like it, can you not?" Mix it in, I like Xu Zhao, I like Xu Zhao too!"

Cui Qingfeng's voice was loud, and the snow particles on the trembling tree rustled down, while he looked at Cui Dingchen with red eyes, like a child asking for candy, Cui Dingchen looked at Cui Qingfeng expressionlessly, until Cui Qingfeng was sad Cui Dingchen squatted down on the ground, sobbing, and then he squatted down and said, "You can like Xu Zhao, and you can like and pursue him in your own way."

Cui Qingfeng was startled, and looked up at Cui Dingchen.

Cui Dingchen continued: "I like him, but that doesn't prevent you from liking him. The key is who he likes."

Cui Qingfeng looked straight at Cui Dingchen.

Cui Dingchen said in a flat tone: "I told you when I was young, go for what you want, success is naturally good, and don't blame others if you fail, and don't be negative and world-weary. I know you are wronged, struggling, and even Blame me, hate me, it doesn't matter, you can always have it.

"But don't force me to back down by hurting yourself, you know I won't. You are already an adult, you can retreat and advance, you can decide for yourself, and you will bear the result yourself. In the end, I am your uncle, always will be, as long as I'm right here if you really need it."

After finishing speaking, Cui Dingchen stood up, looked at Cui Qingfeng condescendingly, turned around and walked towards the county town, the snow surface creaked and the noise became smaller and smaller, then Cui Qingfeng slowly raised his head, and looked at Cui Dingchen's back. When I started crying, I cried very sadly, it was the first time in my life that I was so sad, I couldn't help calling Xu Zhao's name softly.

Xu Zhao,

Xu Zhao.

Xu Zhao had already cleaned up the kitchen at this time, and as soon as he came out of the kitchen, he didn't see Xu Fan, Xu's father, and Xu's mother. After asking Dazhuang's mother, he found out that these people were visiting, and those who played Pai Gow played Pai Gow.

Anyway, it's New Year's Eve, let's have fun together.

Xu Zhao didn't look for Xu Fan and the others, but instead went back to the West Wing to take a nap. Just after waking up from the nap, Xu Fan came back with Xu's mother, but he came back crying. After careful questioning, he found out that Xu Fan was fighting with someone. Yes, I won the battle, but the little shoes were dirty and got in the water, so I cried.

"Promise!" Xu Zhao wiped Xu Fan's face with a towel.

Xu Fan stopped crying and said, "Wipe Xiangxiang."

"No more."

"wipe."

"No more."

"I'll send some wipes."

Xu Fan ran into the West Wing by himself, with his little meaty hand pawing the edge of the table, using his little feet to apply the child's cream. After touching it, he immediately smiled, followed Xu Zhao's example and squeezed the child's cream onto the little meaty hand, and then He ran to the mirror of the three-open cabinet and wiped the incense on the mirror.

Said happily: "Oh, I am so fragrant."

Xu Zhao: "..."

It’s a natural beauty, Xu Zhao said, “I’m going to make dumplings with your grandma”, and went to the kitchen. In the kitchen, Xu’s mother was mixing pork and celery stuffing. Seeing Xu Zhao coming to help, he liked it, and started talking. , Talking about the parents of the East for a while, talking about the shortcoming of the West for a while, and then talking about the installation of electricity in the village.

Xu Zhao asked suspiciously, "Is electricity going to be installed in the village?"

Xu's mother replied: "It has been installed a long time ago. Look at them in Nanyang Village. Most of them have installed electricity. Our village is poor. It's not our turn yet. The village chief just said that the electric poles will be installed after the next year. Pull it over, and when the time comes, pay the money and pretend."

"How much do you pay?"

"I don't know yet, by the way, speaking of Nanyang Village..." Mother Xu looked at Xu Zhao and said, "Grandma Dazhuang just said that."

"Say what?" Xu Zhao asked.

Xu's mother said happily: "It is said that the guy in Nanyang Village goes to work on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, so I arranged for you to meet me on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year. What do you think?"

Xu Zhao thought for a while, the garlic in the shed must be sold at least on the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, and the sixth day is not busy, and since someone does not dislike him for bringing Xu Fan, then let's try, so he nodded and said: "Okay .”

Xu's mother immediately cheered up and said, "Okay, okay, I'll talk to grandma Dazhuang later, and grandma Dazhuang said that the man is very handsome."

"Well, as long as he treats Xu Fan well."

"You can't just say that, at least you have to pay attention."

"Me." Xu Zhao thought for a while. He is actually a person with no personality characteristics. It may have something to do with his living environment. He has very low requirements for everything, and he can do anything, including feelings. It's fine to be nice to him. Feelings can be born over time, but since Mother Xu said so, he nodded and said, "Okay."

"That's fine, I'll make the dough, I'll roll out the skin, you can make dumplings."

"Okay." Xu Zhao nodded.

The mother and son made more than 100 dumplings, sprinkled them with flour, put them on the gauze, and threw them on the snow to freeze them for the New Year’s Eve. The habit of Nanwan Village is to eat dumplings on the night of the New Year’s Eve. I also eat dumplings in the morning, which means auspicious reunion at the end of the year and the beginning of the year.

However, Xu Fan was too greedy, so he cooked dumplings that night, and the family gathered around the chopping board to eat. While eating, someone from the village came to deliver fried corn kernels and fried beans to Xu Zhao and Xu Fan. He greeted him, and after chatting for a few words, he realized that this person wanted to work for Xu Zhao.

He said that he knew that Dazhuang's father had made money, and that the three men who helped Xu Zhao's work last time had made money, so he specially recommended himself.

Xu's mother showed embarrassment after hearing this.

Xu Zhao hesitated for a while, then agreed, and the man left happily.

Mother Xu looked at Xu Zhao and asked, "How much does it cost to recruit someone?"

Xu Zhao said with a smile: "Mom, it's okay, it's okay, I have a sense of proportion."

"What size?"

"The measure of making money."

"Hiring is expensive."

"I know, I know, don't talk about it during the Chinese New Year, eat dumplings, and talk about it after the New Year."

Mother Xu didn't speak now.

Xu Zhao sat back in his seat, picked up his chopsticks, and when he was about to continue eating dumplings, he saw Xu Fan holding a fat dumpling in his hand. He took a bite, dipped it in vinegar, and stuffed it into his mouth. His little mouth was greasy. Thief fragrance.

But why did he use his hands again.

"Xu Fan!" Xu Zhao shouted.

Xu Fan looked at Xu Zhao, took another bite of the dumpling, swallowed it twice, and then said, "The chopsticks and spoon fell off, I, I'm hungry, I use my hands, uh, the dumplings are delicious."

"Won't you pick up the chopsticks and spoon if you drop them?"

"Dirty."

"Let grandpa wash it for you."

Xu Fan immediately replied, "Grandpa won't wash it."

"I think it's because you don't want to use chopsticks." Xu Zhao bent down and picked up the chopsticks on the ground to wash. Hearing Xu Fan behind him, he kept chattering, saying that using chopsticks and spoons was tiring and he was not full, and that dumplings were not enough. Be good, keep running, he can only catch it with his hands, no matter what Xu Fan said, Xu Zhao still let Xu Fan use a spoon.

After a full meal, it snowed again until the next morning, and finally it was New Year’s Eve. Before every meal, there was a burst of crackling firecrackers, especially on the night of New Year’s Eve. It was cold, but the village was full of joy. Dazhuang's family happily came to Xu Zhao's house and listened to the Spring Festival Gala on the radio, which made Xu Fan and Dazhuang very happy.

Xu Zhao suddenly thought of the Cui family, so he went to the West Wing and called the Cui family.