"Master Jiujin, I'm not trying to be a hooligan, I really like you, I love you!"
"Like me? Love me? Do you know what liking is? What is love?"
"I just miss you day and night. I miss you during the day and I miss you in my dreams at night."
"I miss you, you big pig. Get up and sit on the stool."
When Tang Qing heard that the voice was Da Mao, he turned around and slapped him.
Da Mao's hands were indeed sore from holding him. Of course, he didn't expect Tang Qing to have such great strength. Not to mention being broken out of his arms, he was slapped and took several steps back before falling to the ground.
"Master Jiujin, I don't dare to get up."
"Can't you get up? If someone sees it, can you explain it clearly?"
"Then I'll get up."
Da Mao got up from the ground and obediently walked to the long bench and sat down.
"Da Mao, let me tell you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have slapped you just now, but I would have killed you with a razor!"
"Master Jiujin, I know you are good to me, so I like you and I love you."
"You say again that you like me and love me? How dare you say such a thing to me!"
"Master Jiujin, I'm not young anymore, I'm only one year younger than you."
"Being younger is also younger, you know? It's not about age between you and me, it's about seniority. I can be your mother, you know?"
"Master Jiujin, I have a mother. My mother said that as long as I can marry a woman like you, Master Jiujin, it will be a lifetime blessing."
"Your mother is talking nonsense. You didn't drink when you had your hair shaved just now. Why do you smell so drunk now?"
"I, I, I'll drink a bottle of white wine."
"Are you trying to get drunk and make people bold? Use your drunkenness to come to my place and act like a gangster?"
"Master Jiujin, I really am not a hooligan."
"You said you're not a hooligan if you're not being a hooligan? Let me tell you, as long as I shout 'catch the hooligan' like I did in the evening, you will have to go in and eat steamed buns, and you will get more offended. Do you know your identity? You are the so-called hooligan." The security coordinator here, it’s no small matter for you to act like a gangster!”
"Master Jiujin, I understand, I understand, but I really like you."
"You still want to say you like me?!"
Before Tang Qing could finish his words, the razor in his hand passed by and landed squarely on the wall above Da Mao's head. After cutting off a piece of lime, it fell on Da Mao's chest.
Da Mao shrank his neck in fright and was mostly sober.
"Master Jiujin, I was also confused for a moment. Please forgive me. Please forgive me."
"You were confused for a moment or you did it on purpose. I won't hold you accountable. Just walk out of the People's Barber Shop as if nothing happened."
"Thank you, Master Jiujin, for your generosity towards me."
"You're welcome, as long as you don't be confused again in the future. By the way, you can go back. I will find a good girl for you and wait for news from me in a few days."
Da Mao bent over and exited the People's Barber Shop.
Tang Qing looked at his tall back, feeling a little sour in his heart.
For some reason, Tang Qing didn't have too much anger towards Da Mao Zhen for playing a gangster. Apart from a senseless anger at the beginning, the rest was more sympathy and pity.
On the other hand, Tang Qing still can't let go of the money-rich man who pretended to be a gangster, and always thought that one day he would expose his "money begets money" trick.
Tang Qing's sympathy and pity for Da Mao was not just because he was still single. Tang Qing knew very well about Da Mao's life experience. It was not easy for him and his mother to live the life they had now, and it was only thanks to the blessing of the new society.
Da Mao is over eighty years old this year, and Da Mao is her posthumous son.
Because her family was poor, she worked as a child bride in her master's house since she was a child. She finally hoped to have a husband, but she was punished for her misdeeds and died on the street. She was sold to a mountainous area in the southwest by human traffickers, and was reborn more than thirty years later.
Returned to my hometown in Shancheng.
When he returned to Yancheng, he had no relatives at home, so he married an old man who made charcoal and gave birth to Da Mao.
When Da Mao was three years old, the old man who made charcoal burned the entire charcoal workshop because he was careless with the fire. Not only that, he was burned alive in the charcoal kiln.
The neighborhood committee stepped in to help orphans and widows, providing them with housing and arranging for Da Mao to go to the street carton factory to glue paper boxes, so Da Mao grew up smoothly.
Da Mao has been naive since he was a child, and is simple and honest. Thanks to being born tall and strong, he has not been bullied much.
By the time Da Mao graduated from high school, Da Mao was already in her seventies. She had suffered too much in her youth and was plagued by diseases, and was no longer able to work.
The neighborhood committee discussed with the police station and appointed Da Mao as a security coordinator to help the station and the neighborhood committee maintain order, provide civilized persuasion, clean up illegal items, etc., so as to solve the livelihood of the mother and child.
Da Mao works conscientiously. In addition to normal working hours, he also leads a voluntary patrol team to carry out mass prevention and treatment.
The silly Da Mao is a filial son, and he pays every penny of his salary to his mother. He will never go to the other side as long as she says the right thing.
My mother said, as long as you marry a wife and start a family, I will feel at ease even if I close my eyes. Now that you are a bachelor like this, I have no shame in going to see your father underground.
Da Mao cried and said: Mom, I will definitely get you a wife.
My mother also cried and said, Da Mao, I am not marrying a wife for my mother, but you want to marry a good wife yourself.
Da Mao still cried and asked, "Mom, what makes a good wife?"
I still cried, and while crying, I said, a good wife is someone like Master Jiu Jin!
So Damao went to find his wife every day according to Tang Qing's standards.
Can he be found? Not to mention that he is too honest, which woman from a poor family would be willing to marry him? Not even a second marriage woman.
Da Mao was upset, not because he couldn't marry a wife, but because he couldn't fulfill my mother's wish and I couldn't close her eyes.
This evening, Dadu Qian played a gangster role against Tang Qing. Da Mao arrived in time. He did not allow men to bully women, let alone others to bully Master Jiu Jin.
Some people in the neighborhood are talking about it, saying that the husband of the nine-pound master has been dead for almost four years, and he still has to deal with her alone. The widow has a lot of troubles in front of her, and she even wants to eat her tofu even if she has a lot of money. It's disgusting. I still advise her when I have time.
Master Jiujin will find another man. Once he has his own man, no one else will dare to make any more decisions.
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. I am a stubborn person. I said that someone like Master Jiujin is a good wife. Master Jiujin’s husband died. If she is asked to be a wife by another man, it’s not me who wants to get her.
I must be happy.
In fact, I have always liked women like Master Jiujin! She has a strong body, a good shave, and a better person!
I don't like women who look like bean sprouts. Their waists are so thin that they break when pinched, and their bodies are so thin that they blow away in the wind. If I marry such a woman and go home, I might as well buy a picture of a movie star and hang it above my bed.
Master Jiujin was bullied by men like Big Money because she is a widow. If I marry her, she will no longer be a widow, and other men will not dare to bully her.
I must marry Master Jiujin as my wife, and I want to protect her!
Thinking of this, Da Mao bought a bottle of liquor from the canteen, drank it down, and returned to the People's Barber Shop to hug Tang Qing.
Da Mao didn't have money to buy liquor. If he didn't have money to buy liquor, he wouldn't have the guts to hug Tang Qing.
Tang Qing shaved Da Mao's head tonight and didn't charge him for it because he wanted to thank him for helping him seize the money. However, he did bad things with good intentions and the bad things happened to him. Da Mao used the money to buy liquor and drank the liquor.
to bully her.
Sometimes things in this world are so mysterious. Even if you want to kill your brain cells before it happens, you can't even think that this thing is related to that thing. All you can do is blame yourself for not doing that, but you already regret it.
Too late.
Fortunately, Da Mao was a simple and honest man and did not take the next step, and Tang Qing did not take the next step towards him either.
No, I have to take the next step with him.
My next step is to help him find a wife so that his mother can close her eyes.
Hehe, there is a suitable person!
This person must be suitable for Da Mao, and she must be willing to marry Da Mao!
Without further ado, I’m going to find this person now!
Tang Qing closed the store door, pulled down the rolling shutter, and hurriedly looked for that person...