Zhengyangmen: Don’t date Su Meng

"Chunming, which factory do you work in now?"

Not only Secretary Yang, but many of his classmates at the same table didn't know about it either. They had had no contact with him before, so they all looked at Han Chunming.

"Hey, I work at Yili Food Factory, in the packaging workshop."

"Wow, then you won't have to lack bread to eat." Yang Huajian joked.

"Hey, this is slander. I am a worker who does his job conscientiously. I will not take advantage of the country!"

Han Chunming was puffing out his beard and glaring, but everyone who knew him knew that he was lying.

"Don't be so stubborn. When you were in the production team before, you were the only one who had a lot of tricks. You stole chickens and dogs, robbed bird nests from trees, and even ripped off tiles from roofs. Afterwards, you could say without blushing or beating your heart that it wasn't you who did it, and you framed everyone." Yang Huajian pointed at his face and said loudly:

"Look, it's like this. Outsiders can't see it at all, but our captain has a sharp eye and can catch him every time. If Secretary Yang hadn't protected you and pleaded for you, you would have been punished long ago."

"Hey, Yang Huajian, you're here to expose my secrets, right? Then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Han Chunming also became anxious and was about to expose Yang Huajian's secrets.

"No, Chunming, don't bring up that. Let's drink. Let's toast to Secretary Yang first."

Yang Huajian became anxious and immediately raised his glass, but was suppressed by Han Chunming.

"Secretary Yang, I will toast you later. Now I must tell you about the good things Yang Huajian has done. Let me think... what time will he come... Oh, I remember now."

Han Chunming slammed the table and said loudly:

"On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month in 1973, Comrade Yang Huajian secretly celebrated a small New Year's Eve for himself. He suddenly wanted to eat chicken, but we had nothing at that time, so he thought about the chicken at the captain's house.

You secretly ate the captain's chicken. If Secretary Yang hadn't come to your aid and paid him two yuan in compensation out of his own pocket, would you have gotten away with this?

I think you should forget about returning to the city safely.

If you ask me, you should toast Secretary Yang first!"

Yang Huajian nodded with deep emotion. He was young at the time and acted rashly without considering the consequences. If it weren't for Secretary Yang, he might have been punished. So he raised his glass and said solemnly:

"Secretary Yang, I really have to thank you for this. I respect you."

"Okay, I'll drink the wine, but no one should mention this matter again."

After a glass of wine, everyone applauded. Yang Huajian began to urge Han Chunming to toast again. This time Han Chunming did not refuse and drank a glass with Secretary Yang.

The people at the same table began to raise their cups to Secretary Yang one by one, and Su Meng was no exception.

Mao Ditu said meanly at this time:

"Chunming, why don't you have a drink with our school beauty? You two are closer than we are."

Faced with the teasing looks of the crowd, Han Chunming immediately waved his hands.

"Mao Map, you are slandering me. Are you upset that I didn't tell you about your dark history? Well, then I will tell you about Mao Map..."

"No, brother, I was wrong. I said the wrong thing. I'll drink a glass as a punishment." Mao Ditu immediately began to beg for mercy.

"One cup is not enough, three cups!"

Watching Han Chunming chatting and laughing with everyone, and instantly becoming the center of attention, Su Meng's thoughts were unknown to outsiders.

"Su Meng, this is delicious, try it."

Cheng Jianjun attentively picked up a piece of fish for Su Meng. Su Meng didn't move her chopsticks, frowned, and said unhappily:

"Don't pick up food for me. Our relationship is not that good."

Cheng Jianjun uttered a "huh" but stopped picking up the food.

"Look at Chunming, how popular he is. And look at yourself, you've been sitting here for such a long time, but no one wants to drink with you. Don't you think about why?"

Su Meng's words were like thunder, which stunned Cheng Jianjun, and then he was furious.

"Him? Han Chunming?"

Cheng Jianjun tugged at his sleeves twice in annoyance, as if he had thought of something, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

Across Su Meng, he picked up the wine glass and said loudly to Han Chunming:

"Chunming, my colleague at work asked me to tell you something today. He has accumulated a lot of paper shells at home, and he has decided to sell you the inkstone you wanted last time. He wants you to go to his place and take away all the junk, which will save him a lot of money."

Cheng Jianjun's voice was quite loud, at least everyone at the table heard it, and then the desk suddenly became quiet.

Han Chunming asked as if nothing had happened:

"What's your colleague's name? Where does he live?"

Cheng Jianjun told Han Chunming the address, and Han Chunming also remembered that the family did have an inkstone from the Song Dynasty, which was used by a celebrity. The owner had said he would consider it, so he left his address and said that if he decided to sell it, he could come to him.

I didn’t expect that this person is a colleague of Cheng Jianjun. It’s so magical.

"Okay, I got it. I'll go there tomorrow night after get off work. You tell him."

"Hey, good."

Many people guessed what Cheng Jianjun was thinking.

Bringing this matter to light and talking about it in front of so many people, isn't it just to embarrass Han Chunming?

But Han Chunming seemed to be fine and just drank his wine.

Seeing that the effect was not enough, Cheng Jianjun decided to add more fuel to the fire.

"Chun Ming, you used to repair cars every day, but now you collect junk. I was so surprised when I heard the news. I confirmed it three times before I was sure it was you. If I were you, I wouldn't even dare to meet my classmates, let alone go to parties. It's so embarrassing!"

"Cheng Jianjun, do you know how to speak? You must have drunk too much."

Mao Ditu was the first to speak up to help Han Chunming out of trouble.

"Well, I shouldn't have said that. I accept the punishment and drink three cups as punishment."

No one cared whether Cheng Jianjun should punish himself with three cups of wine. At this moment, they all looked at Han Chunming, ready to listen to what he had to say.

“Actually, there is nothing wrong with this matter. It’s just about making some hard-earned money.

Shame?

Oh, in this world, one’s height is no more than seven feet, and one’s life span is no more than a hundred years. There is no distinction between noble and humble. A rotten person is a rotten commodity. People are not cheap, and commodities are not rotten. It seems that you don’t understand this principle, so let me explain it in a simpler way.

Whether it's collecting junk or being a car mechanic, these are all things I like to do. You are not a fish, so how do you know the joy of a fish?

Just be at peace with yourself."

"Well said, Chunming, I'm happy that you have this kind of awareness now. There is no high or low for people, and there is no noble or humble for jobs. We are all screws, and we must focus deeply on where the country needs us to go.

Come, let's all raise our glasses together and toast to Chunming."

Han Chunming also resumed his smile and happily chatted with everyone, especially Cheng Jianjun, to whom he smiled twice. However, the other party regarded this as a provocation, and he became even more annoyed.

Everyone automatically forgot what Cheng Jianjun said and kept talking about the past when they went to Xiaoqinghe to work in the countryside.

Drinking glass after glass of wine.

What we pay tribute to are the laughter and tears of the past.

What I miss are the past years.