Rebirth Night Talk

Standing under the big willow tree in the corner of the school, the men and women were divided into two camps with clear boundaries. From the surface, it seems that this kind of meeting...is similar to the negotiation of the underworld.

Raising his wrist, he looked at the time on the electronic watch: "Ten minutes! Zhao Xuejun, how are you thinking?" The senior girl Han Caihuan, who was a good student in the third year of high school, spoke in a tone that sounded like a man.

Min Shun quietly tugged on Zhao Xuejun's sleeve, and whispered in his ear: "Look first! Brother... Please, call out, you agree first, let's take a look!"

Zhao Xuejun glared at Min Shun, turned his head and refused in regret. "I'm sorry, thank you very much, no!"

"Why can't you? Zhao Xuejun, don't be a brat, I told you already, that girl is nice, you are still not good, if you have friends, I won't say anything. But you don't, right...you like that If you have two older brothers, it’s not okay to date you..."

Zhao Xuejun was so worried, why did he want to compete with his two brothers for dating?

"How about? Do you want another 10 minutes?" Han Caihuan started counting again.

"Sister, it's been 10 minutes. It's really not going to work. I'm very grateful... For the classmate you mentioned, my mother said that it's not allowed to have a girlfriend, really!" Zhao Xuejun was very sad.Anyone else can, but he really can't, isn't this harmful!

Min Shun looked very happily, put his arms around Xu Butang's neck and said: "Your school is really... amazing! I will come more in the future."

"Think about it again, why don't you talk about it first, or talk later!" Han Caihuan took out a letter and wanted to hand it to Zhao Xuejun.

"Don't think about it, I don't agree." Zhao Xuejun took a step back and refused even more simply.

"I...I...I said Zhao Xuejun, why don't you like him." Han Caihuan was about to die of anger.

Zhao Xuejun scratched his head: "Sister, why should I like someone? You have been talking about this person for half an hour, who is it? Ah? You just say, there is a girl with good conditions, how can I be so good... this matter I can't say, I don't even know anyone! Besides, I don't have a partner!"

"You... whoever she is, I'll tell you after you promise." Han Caihuan stammered a little.

"Why should I agree, old lady, I just want to study hard and improve every day, really! Look at my eyes, how sincere!"

"Then you don't agree? Why do you eat the stuffed bread on the desk?!" Han Caihuan yelled angrily.

Zhao Xuejun was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned his head to look at Xu Butang: "Didn't you put that stuffed bread?"

"Bread? What kind of bread?" Xu Butang looked blank.

Zhao Xue's ears were red and hot, he turned around and ran, running faster and faster... Behind him, Big Sister Han's voice became louder and louder: "Why don't you think about it for another 10 minutes... I'm not in a hurry!! You Eating stuffed bread for nothing?!"

Zhao Xuejun liked his sophomore life very much.He likes his classmates, those boys and girls are as clean as the purest water in the world.The youthful water is still in the most peaceful mountain, although the water is thousands of feet deep.You can look down, just take a glance, it can clearly see the bottom at a glance.

Although one day, the world of water will change, and it will flow from the source to any place, maybe it will become the Yangtze River or the Yellow River, maybe it will just rise into steam or become a nameless stream.In any case, at this moment, they are all so beautiful... They confess, they are naive, they are childish, they are enthusiastic, they dare to dream, dare to believe.In fact, Zhao Xuejun thinks that he (she) is all cute.

Zhao Xuejun returned home in a state of embarrassment, his father had a meeting in the province, and his grandma and aunt Gaixia returned to the countryside.Grandma has a well-prepared birthday material in her hometown, and she has to paint it once a year. In the past two years, grandma has to go back to supervise the work every time. If the paint is not good, she will beat people with a stick.Orange's mother went to the province with Zhou Rui, and now Zhao Xuejun is the only one left in this family.

Soaking in the bathtub at home, Zhao Xuejun was reading a book.It seems that it has been a long, long time since everyone left him. Everyone will have their own world, and one day they will leave you too.Now, although he enjoys this loneliness and freedom a little bit, he is also looking forward to who will open the door with a key and ask loudly: Xuejun?Are you at home!have you eaten?

Putting down the book, Zhao Xuejun put some medicated soap on himself, washed himself and left the bathroom.He turned on the tube light in the living room, and the phone at home suddenly rang, which was startling. The sound of a telephone in the 90s can replace the school bell, which is very scary.

"Xuejun, you are at home!" The voice on the phone was familiar but also unfamiliar.

"You are?" Zhao Xuejun tried his best to sort out the relationship spectrum.

"I'm my uncle! You are Uncle Song Liaowang." The voice on the phone was exaggerated, and he laughed loudly.

"...Uncle Wang Wang? My father is not here..."

"I'm not looking for your father, I'm looking for you!" Song Liaokuo's environment was very chaotic.

"Looking for me?" Zhao Xuejun recalled seriously, he had no friendship with this uncle Wang Wang.

"That's right, Xuejun, I originally asked my brother for your godfather's phone number. But your godfather didn't answer, so I'm begging you." Song Loutang laughed happily over there, talking Some have big tongues, and they seem to drink a lot.

"As a student, what can I do for you?" Zhao Xuejun felt very puzzled.

"Isn't it Sunday tomorrow? You pack it up at home. Uncle will call a car to pick you up now. When you're done, uncle will take you for a stroll around the provincial capital. Buy whatever you like. Don't be polite to uncle. Wait..." As soon as Song Liaowang finished speaking, he put down the phone.

The busy tone came out continuously from the microphone, Zhao Xuejun blinked his eyes.Why did all the weird things happen tonight?

Zhao Xuejun didn't take Song Liaowang's words seriously, he made something to eat and then fell asleep.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, the windows at home were shaken strangely by car headlights. Zhao Xuejun sat up with his clothes on and opened the window. Song Loutang stood outside a car and pointed at him and said loudly, "Didn't I tell you to sleep, you The child!"

After a while of fuss, after Song Liaowang's reminder, Zhao Xuejun left a simple note, which was thrown into an imported car by Song Liaowang, who was still drunk.Zhao Xuejun didn't know much about car signs. He was not familiar with this kind of car in his previous life, and it was the first time he saw it in his later life. However, the photo of this car was a black card.Generally, the cars of the foreign-related departments only bear this kind of license plate.

Feeling dizzy, Zhao Xuejun sat on the bright leather seat, watched the scenery outside retreat, and felt that this was a dream.The popular Cantonese rock sounded in the car music.After driving for a while, Song Loutang threw a drink from the front of the car to the back, which turned out to be a can.

Zhao Xuejun was holding the can of drink, lying on the back seat of the car, woke up for a while and then fell asleep.I don't know how long I slept in a daze.He was woken up by the horns of cars rushing outside the car and the bells of bicycles rushing by.Rubbing his eyes, Zhao Xuejun sat up and looked outside.This is the first time in this life to come to the provincial capital, and the first time in two lifetimes to see the early morning of the provincial capital.

"Have you been here before?" Song Loutang turned his head and smiled at Zhao Xuejun.

Zhao Xuejun blinked his eyes and shook his head.In fact, that's not the case anywhere, the city is bigger and there are more people.When I went to the second-hand market in Shanghai with my godfather to collect furniture or something, it was the same over there.At the end of the previous life, the difference between people in big cities and small cities is time, and people in big cities don’t have enough time.Now, when it comes to dressing, when it comes to dressing, sometimes Zhao Xuejun thinks that women in small towns are more tasteful.Are you a person in a big city? Maybe it's busy, maybe it's something else.Anyway, I can’t find any one with a special style. They are ahead of the world, and people in small cities are usually half a beat behind.

This black car drove through the streets and came to the back door of a residential area.Just looking at the newness and oldness of the houses in this community, it is a new building, which is very foreign.Some of them looked thinner.A single-family three-storey small building with a strong European style.

The car was parked in front of a house in the deepest part of the community. The climbing tiger in May had just climbed halfway through the house. The doors and windows of the house were all decorated with European-style curved horn flowers.In this year, this house is already very, very western in terms of appearance alone.

Song Liaowang rang the doorbell, and soon, a little nanny wearing an apron came out and opened the door. She probably hadn't slept all night, and the little girl's eyes were bloodshot.

Zhao Xuejun was enthusiastically dragged into the house by Song Liaowang, and when he stretched out his feet, Zhao Xuejun was still slightly shocked. The floor in this room was actually wooden floor, compared to the floor leather of the Zhao family who was already very particular , the higher here is not a grade.

Zhao Xuejun didn't show much surprise. He took the slippers handed to him by the little nanny and put them on, and when he turned around, he saw the little nanny put his pair of handmade cloth shoes made by Aunt Jiaxia at home with a look of disgust on his face. the door.

Walk through the elegant porch and turn around a Duobaoge wall transformed from Duobaoge.The room is quite antique, there are hanging scrolls on the wall, and the words written on the hanging scrolls are very interesting, "Lamps of ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes". It's all over the room.

"Yo, I thought they were all gone! They're still staying here!" Song Loutang laughed, and led Zhao Xuejun to a very bright side hall where you could see the backyard by opening the sliding door.

This side hall is probably a party just held last night, and the table is full of half-drunk or finished wine bottles and drink bottles.The remaining skin cores of melons, pears, and peaches are thrown away at will.The extra-large ashtray was filled with cigarette butts.Some people were lying crookedly on the luxurious sofas around the wall.In the previous life, the clumsy floor-standing black speakers sounded disco music, the volume was not loud, but it sounded out of harmony early in the morning.

"How can this be, isn't this waiting for you? This... is what you call a tall man?" A man lying on a corner of the sofa sat up. It's okay, he's handsome, but he's dressed exaggeratedly, black silk pajamas, the buttons of the clothes are still buttoned.He took out a cigarette, lit it with an uncovered gasoline lighter, took a puff, and smiled openly: "Just kidding me!"

"This is Zhao Xuejun, the youngest son of Zhao Jianguo, deputy director of the People's Congress of Wanlin City. He lives in the backyard of my eldest brother's house. He has collected coins very early." Song Loutang tried his best to introduce Zhao Xuejun with a low profile.

Zhao Xuejun felt that the eyes of the people in this room were contemptuous, as if a mere deputy director of the National People's Congress was a sesame mung bean in the eyes of these people.

The accents of the people in this room, and the signal from the topic, told Zhao Xuejun that there was no need to ask, and they came for coal again.Of the ten Shanxi people, nine have done coal dumping, ten have done coal dumping, and ten can't do it.Since the reform and opening up, many small coal mines and small iron-making furnaces in the local area have gradually changed the air quality in Shanxi. These southerners, as well as those foreigners with a Beijing flavor, have a few accents that don’t sound like He is from the mainland, so he should be a banana man who has been growing up abroad.They seem to have been mixed in a very noble circle, and Zhao Jianguo's official position has not touched these people much.

"Why am I teasing you? I've never heard that people can't be judged by their appearance. Come to study in the army and call... No, I'm a generation older than you. Well, call me brother, uncle and aunt, you don't want to. This is Your brother Wang, Wang Yibin... came from Beijing."

Not everyone is Song Chang'an, and not everyone is grateful for Song Liaowang's suggestion.Zhao Xuejun doesn't dislike or like these people, they're just a group of people... Forget it, who to ridicule these two years, they're all trend-makers at the cutting edge of the times.

"If you have something to do, just say it. Get me a bus ticket when you're done. I'll go to school tomorrow." Zhao Xuejun turned his head and said to Song Loutang.

Song Loutang saw that Zhao Xuejun's attitude was a little blunt, so he quickly helped to cover it up: "Little boy, I haven't seen the world, so don't worry about it, brother Wang."

"No, little boy, do you want to eat chocolates? Xiu'er, bring a few boxes of chocolates for my little brother. You can't let someone come here for nothing." Wang Yibin's attitude was very magnanimous, and he pointed to the sofa and asked Song Loutang to take Zhao Xuejun to sit on it. Down.

Zhao Xuejun is wearing a clean white shirt today, and a pair of baggy army trousers. He likes to wear old ones and finds them very comfortable.Even in Wanlin City, his attire is outrageous, and Orange's mother has corrected it countless times.Not to mention coming to the provincial capital.

Song Liaowang was disappointed by Zhao Xuejun's non-cooperation, and he didn't think about it. He was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, and he was dragged all the way to the provincial capital to be looked down upon by others. Once Zhao Xuejun didn't get enough sleep, he would have a bad temper.

The little nanny came in with a few boxes of chocolates, but her attitude was still bad. She didn't put them away properly and threw them on the tea table in front of Zhao Xuejun. Song Loutang suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"Xiu, your temper is getting bigger and bigger!"

Xiu glared at Song Liao, raised her head, and walked away with a snort. The room suddenly burst into laughter.

"Look at our Xiu'er temper, it's becoming more and more like a city dweller."

"No, it's getting more and more foreign."

Song Liaowang carefully looked at Zhao Xuejun. Zhao Xuejun was still the same, with his head down, looking at his feet. He was wearing patched socks that grandma didn't want to lose.Until now, the Zhao family still lives a simple life. Grandma is not allowed to lose any clothes, and she is even more obsessed with socks. Her daily work to pass the time is mending socks and cleaning things.

"Then since they're all here, let's show it to Xuejun, just as...you've opened your eyes." Song Liaowang said carefully.

Wang Yibin nodded, and the people on the other side went out with a smile on their faces. After a while, they took out a lacquer box, walked up to Zhao Xuejun, carefully opened the box, and opened the red silk inside.

Zhao Xuejun raised his head, glanced at the contents in the box, and said, "I bought it for a lot of money."

"It's boring to mention money. My brother likes history, and he likes to play with these things. Wang Wang said that there are two monsters in your Wanlin City, so we argued with him a few times. I'm sorry, little brother, I will pull you in the middle of the night." It’s so far away, turn around and ask Liaowang to explain to your parents, I won’t hit you!”

After Wang Yibin finished speaking, there was another burst of laughter in the room.

"Where did you collect it?" Zhao Xuejun said without any ups and downs.

"What?" Wang Yibin didn't hear clearly.

"It was collected there."

"Oh, in the countryside of Yuanxian County, a farmer's family puts the corner of the table. My brother's eyes are sharp, and he saw it at a glance. Let's open your eyes. The treasure of the Daqing Town Treasury! It was collected at [-]. I have never seen such a big coin. Right?" Wang Yibin very rarely touched the coin that was as big as a small plate, weighed at least half a catty, and was as heavy as a weight.

"Throw it away." Zhao Xuejun said with a twitch of his mouth.

"What?" Wang Yibin didn't hear clearly.

"It's fake, throw it away." The tone was still the same, but at this time, it sounded really irritating.

"I said you kid, what do you know!" A fat man beside him stood up, speaking a little aggressively, and seemed a little impatient because of staying up late.

Zhao Xuejun glanced at him and said nothing.Song Liaowang stood up and laughed with a smile on his face.

"The place in Yuan County has been inconvenient for transportation since the Shang Qin Dynasty until now. Its size has always been a small county town, and there is no way to have town treasury money in that place. From Shunzhi to Xuantong, the emperors of the Qing Dynasty only had about [-] coin minting bureaus. I've never heard of such a place in Yuan County. It's impossible for this kind of thing to be used as a storehouse." Zhao Xuejun explained patiently, but he was not impatient. After all, it's not good to cause trouble for Song Liaowang .

"You...you didn't even touch it, so how do you know it's fake? Are you just talking, or are you letting your butt smell out at will!" The fat man became even more angry, and it seemed that he was about to come over and beat someone.

Song Liaowang stood up and pulled Zhao Xuejun behind him anxiously: "You are such a big man, what do you care about with a child?"

"Song Liaowang, don't mess around anymore, right? I'm looking for you if you have nothing to do!"

Zhao Xuejun stood up, pulled Song Loutang, shook his head, he turned to Wang Yibin who was smiling and said, "Why don't I write you a number, if you think I'm young and don't see much in the world, you can take me with you." Looking at this thing, go to him and ask, he is an expert and works in the Palace Museum. You can ask him."

Zhao Xuejun looked left and right, walked to the table on one side, picked up a pen on the desk calendar, wrote down a Beijing number, and passed the name to Wang Yibin: "This gentleman's surname is Mu, you can take it and ask him to give it to Wang Yibin." You palm your eyes, maybe I was wrong."

Wang Yibin glared at the two people who were tearing apart, Song Liaowang and the man immediately stopped moving.Someone handed over a brick-sized mobile phone, Zhao Xuejun almost laughed, he turned his head and looked out the window, thinking that the phone call was really funny.

Wang Yibin picked up the phone, instead of calling Mr. Mu introduced by Zhao Xuejun, he directly dialed another number in Beijing, said a few words, reported the name on the paper, and checked the number, then he yelled at the room. One sentence: "Don't fucking make noise, make noise!"

The people in the room became quiet, and Wang Yibin, who put down the phone, looked Zhao Xuejun up and down, and after a while, he smiled: "Yo, real people don't show their faces."

Zhao Xuejun didn't know how to answer his question, what is a real person who doesn't show his face, this world is not big, there are not many monsters like godfathers in the whole country, it just so happens that these few all know each other.

Wang Yibin yelled at the door: "Xiuer... go and pour some good tea, what kind of tea do you drink for this...little brother?"

Zhao Xuejun sat down and shook his head: "Boiled water."

Xiu'er came in with water, the room was eerily quiet at the moment, this time, this girl didn't dare to play big games, she carefully put down the water glass, and went out quietly again.

Wang Yibin picked up the big brother and thought for a while, then handed the big brother to Zhao Xuejun. He opened his mouth to tell Zhao Xuejun how to use it, but Zhao Xuejun picked it up skillfully and pressed it.Although our family is from a small city, Gao Juzi’s mother also has one. She has used all the complicated phones in her previous life, let alone this one.

"Hey, Uncle Mu, our army, there is something I want you to look at... If you don't go to Beijing, you can listen to the appearance and source, um... Make an appointment..."

Zhao Xuejun proficiently uttered a series of data from his visual inspection, and the lingo after sentence was really shocking. Song Liaowang was proud this time. He opened the chocolate package on the table and took out a round chocolate ball wrapped in tinfoil. The fawning one handed it to Zhao Xuejun, who took it, biting it while muttering: "...I'm not going, I'm going to school. Well... I'll just have one, don't change it! My godfather is gone... I went to Germany, um... Physical examination. I said he didn't believe it, really, you tell him."

Zhao Xuejun handed the phone to Wang Yibin, Wang Yibin hesitated to take it, this time he was not arrogant, he spoke with a very low posture, very, very tutored.The having a tutor mentioned here is definitely not pretending, this person looks good when he sees the family he came from.

Wang Yibin put down the phone and stared at the large bill of [-] on the table. The more he looked at it, the more angry he got. go out.The huge floor-to-ceiling glass shattered in response.