Zhengyangmen: Don’t date Su Meng

After bidding farewell to Li Chengtao and Cai Xiaoli, Han Chunming and the other two set off together.

Han Chunming was relatively silent along the way. Su Meng opened her mouth several times to say something but didn't say it.

However, Cheng Jianjun was very talkative, as if the incident of humiliating Han Chunming at the dinner table had never happened. He kept talking about how he learned the piano, how talented he was, and how he could learn it as soon as the teacher taught him. He also shamelessly asked Han Chunming how well he played.

"Well, that's good. It seems that Jianjun, you have really put in a lot of effort. If you work hard in the future, maybe you can become a music teacher."

Han Chunming's voice was flat and his tone was steady, without revealing any emotion.

"Hahaha, Chunming, you are really good at speaking. What you said at the dinner table before was also very logical and made everyone admire you. But in the end, a rag collector is still a rag collector. Go back to the compound now and catch someone and ask them, if there is a rag collector in a family, the elders of that family will not feel ashamed.

It's because you are a silver-tongued person and you are all classmates that they didn't say much. But I can guarantee that the news of your junk collection will spread, and I don't know what people will say about you behind your back.

Aren't you worried?"

Cheng Jianjun spoke in a high voice, as if he was concerned, but more than that, he was gloating.

"Jianjun, it seems that you didn't listen to what I said before, and you thought I was arguing with my classmates. I won't say anything more. I'll just say one sentence:

I will start collecting junk after get off work tomorrow. I earn money with my own hands, so I don't mind it. The money I earn from collecting junk is not stolen money, so why shouldn't I make some?

As for what everyone says, that's their idea. I can't control everyone. Why should I bother trying to change their minds? It would be so tiring.

For example, you still don’t understand what I am saying. You must be saying in your heart that I am suffering for being too concerned about my reputation.

See, this is the difference between us.

There is no point in saying more, just wait and see what the future holds.”

[Sneer~~~]

After saying this, Han Chunming supported himself with his feet, turned his bicycle 90 degrees, and drove into another alley. Su Meng and Cheng Jianjun stopped the car immediately.

"Chunming, where are you going?" Su Meng shouted.

"Go ride the tricycle and start collecting junk tomorrow."

Han Chunming's voice came from the darkness in the distance, and seemed to echo.

"Hey, this is just a way to save face and suffer in vain, Su..." Cheng Jianjun just opened his mouth to mock when he heard Su Meng shouting:

"Cheng Jianjun."

She stared at Cheng Jianjun, her face gloomy, and said word by word:

"I don't want to know whether you did it on purpose at the dinner table or not, but since we've already talked about it, you're wrong to bring it up again now. And Chunming also explained it to you, but you didn't listen and suspected that he was just pretending. Is this what a friend should do?

The three of us grew up together, and we all know what kind of person Chunming is. You can also tell whether he is speaking the truth from his performance over the past year.

But listen to what you are saying, is this what a friend should say?

You disappointed me today. Starting tomorrow, I hope you won’t follow me anymore, otherwise I will turn against you.

and also……

I hope you will be more tolerant and generous to others in the future, and give others face, understand?"

Su Meng rode away angrily, and Cheng Jianjun's face was full of surprise.

This... why are they all coming towards him?

"Su Meng..." Cheng Jianjun shouted, but Su Meng turned a deaf ear and disappeared into the darkness. He had no choice but to chase after him. He wanted to explain but Su Meng shouted at him to shut up. In the end, he could only follow behind him silently, and his hatred for Han Chunming reached a new level.

[Han Chunming, it's all because of you! Why are you the most popular! Why does Su Meng speak for you! Why did Su Meng break up with me because of you! Why! Why!]

…………

Han Chunming parked the tricycle in Grandpa Guan's yard. He believed that Cheng Jianjun would definitely spread the news of his scrap collection.

Sure enough, after get off work the next day, Han Chunming was locked up in the house by his mother.

"Chunming, people in the hospital say that you have started collecting junk now? Is that true?"

Han Chunming nodded, and Han Chunsheng immediately asked, "Why?"

"Ah? Is there any reason for that? Just collect them if you want. You can also make some extra money. It's better than wandering around everywhere!" Han Chunming replied truthfully.

"That's true."

Han's mother's position suddenly became unsteady.

"Mom, don't listen to Xiao Wuzi on everything. You can't trust what he says. You must make him explain clearly, otherwise people in the compound will say that our family is not good enough, and you will lose all your face!"

Han Chunyan promptly pulled back Han's mother who was about to go astray, and made Han Chunming straighten out his attitude and tell the truth.

"Okay, okay, I surrender. I'll just tell the truth."

Han Chunming pretended to surrender and then explained the truth.

"I've been learning the art of identifying antiques from the old man, and now I've learned almost everything. He asked me to practice, but I have no money, so he asked me to go looking for bargains. Under the guise of collecting junk, I went to every household to try to find bargains and train my eyesight.

That’s it. If you don’t believe me, go ask the old man.”

After Grandpa Guan was brought out, everyone in the Han family no longer had any worries.

"That's what the old man said, so there's no problem." This is what Han's mother said.

"Well, Mr. Guan still has many ways to do things. This method is not bad." Han Chunsheng flattered him.

Han Chunming didn't bother to pay attention to them and prepared to leave.

"Xiao Wuzi, when will you come back for dinner tonight?" asked Han's mother.

"It depends on the situation. You can just send dinner to the old man's place. I will go there and sleep directly when I come back in the evening.

Gone. "

Han Chunming went to Grandpa Guan's place, rode his tricycle, and shouted as he went out, "Collecting junk!"

Many people in the compound heard this shout and looked at each other in bewilderment:

"Is Chunming really a rag collector?"

Someone went to find Han's mother to ask the truth. Han's mother did not explain much, but just said that Chunming was being filial and wanted to make some extra money for the family, so she naturally had to support him.

Anyway, no matter what, Han Chunming rode his tricycle and started hanging around in front of his door, and soon got an order.

Before, he was afraid of being seen by people he knew, so he deliberately went to a place farther away. The area right in front of his home was still undeveloped virgin land, full of rich treasures.

"Please keep it. Fifty-seven cents."

After collecting the junk skillfully, Han Chunming looked around the house. He didn't see any antiques, but he was not disappointed. He continued to the next house. Soon the tricycle was full, but the harvest was not great. He only got half a torn book.

After throwing cardboard and other rubbish into the yard of his rented house, Han Chunming took a short rest and took a walk around the neighborhood. This time he had a good harvest.

A well-preserved calligraphy and painting by a famous person, with slight collection value.