The boy who picked up the car

Author: Ye Gong Haolong A

The boy who picked up the car

Not to mention Wang Jusheng, Chen Ling could not imagine this situation.

I am honest and don't show off at home.

This... how can I look like a big star all of a sudden? Life is full of surprises, some surprises but no surprises.

Fortunately, people now just want to see the excitement and see what he, a young boy who has become quite famous in the past two years, looks like. Is he a ferocious man, or is he three-headed and six-armed?

It is completely different from the star-chasers of later generations.

Not as crazy as groupies.

In addition, the leaders of the township also knew him, so he shouted from the loudspeaker and the crowd quickly dispersed.

Chen Ling was ashamed and really didn't want to be in such limelight.

Secretly warning myself to be more low-key in the future.

The weather is good today.

After leaving the township government and Changle Township, there were not many pedestrians on the road.

Cyclists, donkey riders, cart drivers...

They are scattered here and there, and you can bump into one at a distance, passing by Chen Ling's tractor.

Most of them carry cargo.

The busy farming period is now over.

There is no longer a need to guard that one-third of an acre of land all day long.

Everyone is either making a small living or finding a place to work for others, all in order to make money and make a living.

Although there are many people going out to work this year, many people are reluctant to travel far away from their hometowns.

So I started running around looking for small businesses that I could do and make money right away.

"Dad! Dad!"

As we got farther and farther away from Changle Township, the business road got closer and closer, and when the mountain road gradually became wider, Ruirui grabbed his clothes and screamed.

"What's wrong? Pee or poop?"

"That, that..."

Ruirui pointed her chubby little hand to the right.

"What?"

Chen Ling thought that this brat had discovered some small mountain bird and beast and wanted to chase it.

As a result, I turned my head towards the back of the car. As soon as I turned around, I heard someone shouting:

"Erheizi, what are you doing? Why are you stealing someone's car?"

It turned out to be a tall, thin, black, monkey-like boy, riding a dilapidated 28-foot-tall truck, holding the tractor in one hand and the handlebar of the bicycle in the other, following the tractor and hitching a ride.

"Er Heizi, let go of your hands."

The other one is also riding a bicycle, but he is obviously a few years older and is about the same age as Chen Ling.

Behind their cars there were two large bamboo baskets and a large net bag.

"Eh? Aren't you that one? From Sinier's family?"

Chen Ling glanced at the young man who was about the same age as himself and felt that he looked very familiar. When he thought about it again, he seemed to be the son-in-law of Sinier's family.

"Uh, Fu, Uncle Fugui? It's you."

The young man from Yangtougou also recognized Chen Ling instantly and felt a little embarrassed immediately.

Then he scolded the young man: "Er Heizi, get the fuck out of your way. This is Chen Wangzhuang's rich uncle. If you dare to steal his car, be careful and I'll beat you up when you get back."

"Brother, I have ridden so far and I am so tired."

The thin, black, monkey-like young man immediately screamed in awe, and at the same time looked at Chen Ling boldly: "Um, uncle, are you from my sister-in-law's side? Can I pick up a section of the car? This section of the road is quite wide."

"Haha, okay, you can do it for a while. It'll be fine. I'll drive slower."

Chen Ling nodded with a smile.

The half-year-old boy was young after all. Hearing this, he immediately beamed with joy and shouted happily: "Brother, did you see? This uncle asked me to pick up the car."

Pickpocketing means that car gangsters and road bullies steal goods from trains and cars.

The word "pickpocketing" should be read as "climbing", while the word "pickpocketing" means stealing something.

As for car pickpockets, which are common in the countryside, there is no such thing as stealing.

It's like just taking a ride along the way.

Very common in these days and months.

It is common even in counties and cities.

Those who don’t have money to buy a ticket home can go pick up buses, tractors, and large trucks. There are a lot of people there.

Some drivers will curse when they see this.

But even if some drivers know about it, they won't stop it. They will acquiesce and kindly give them a ride.

And those with better intentions will even let people get into the car, fearing that it will be dangerous to pick up the car outside.

Chen Ling had done this before.

So he saw the behavior of this young man.

Not only was there no anger or resistance, but my heart was filled with memories.

This era has its so-called "barbarism and backwardness", but it also has its own unique innocence.

Happiness seems very simple.

"Huh? Where are the people?"

Chen Ling was distracted and found that the two people behind him were gone.

Wouldn't something happen if they just let them pick up the car?

It shouldn't be.

This road is so wide.

I'm not driving very fast, so how can something happen if I drive steadily?

I was about to stop the tractor and take a look.

I saw Sinier's son-in-law and his half-grown boy pedaling hard on the car to follow.

The skinny black monkey-like boy took out two peaches from nowhere and gestured to hand them over, "Uncle, here they are for you and for the baby to eat."

Then he said with a smile: "At noon, I stole a few from someone else's peach orchard on the way and washed them. The peaches are very sweet."

Young people don't have any plans, everything is written on their faces, even expressing gratitude is so simple and direct.

Chen Ling would not refute his kindness, so he reached out and took it.

I asked my son to hold one, and when I took it, I held the steering wheel with one hand, held the peach with one hand, and started to gnaw it.

Next to her, Sinier's son-in-law was helpless and kept reminding her: "I told you this is the rich uncle of Chen Wangzhuang..."

"Brother, what are you mumbling about?"

The half-grown boy was holding the tractor with one hand, facing the mountain breeze, and turned around with a smile and said, "You can come with us to pick up the truck. It's so exciting and cool."

At this time, Chen Ling finished the peach in two mouths and spat out the peach core. He turned around and said to them: "I pulled a cart of things today. The back bucket is piled high and full, otherwise I could carry you directly."

"Wow, uncle, you are so nice."

The performance of the cousins ​​made Sinier's son-in-law feel even more helpless: "...this is Uncle Fugui, the uncle from your sister-in-law's family, our own family, do you agree?"

He repeated it several times.

Erheizi finally came to his senses.

He paused for a moment, as if thinking about this.

Then he suddenly raised his head and exclaimed: "Uncle Fugui from my sister-in-law's family? He is Chen Fugui from Chenwangzhuang? Why are you so young?"

Then his eyes suddenly changed from pure kindness and enthusiasm to fervent admiration.

Wawa screamed: "Uncle, I heard that you shot a tiger a while ago, right?"

Good guy, I started mentioning this matter again as soon as I opened my mouth.

It can be seen that Wu Song's killing of tigers is more deeply rooted in people's hearts than anything else.

If he really plays Wu Song and appears on TV, then he might as well not go home again.
To be continued...