Nannan's little hand traced five consecutive hairpin curves in the air, which made Chen Jinnian's eyes dazzled.
"Stop gesticulating, Miss! You've caught so many ants, it's not too late for the mosquitoes to like you."
"It would be great if Xiao Huang'er, Xiao Chili'er, Plaster'er and Da Qingtou in the book could survive."
My brother's words made my daughter click through the dragonfly species in the specimen book, which felt a bit like having sex on the spot.
"After you finish your homework, go brush your teeth and wash your face."
Chen Jinnian saw books and notebooks stacked on the dining table, picked them up and flipped through them.
I have to say that Nannan's pencil calligraphy is very good. She starts, moves and ends in one go, with a girl's unique elegance and elegance in the ups and downs.
"I finished my homework at school. The last class this afternoon was physical activity. I didn't go out to play. Bangge even wanted to borrow my homework and copy it after school."
After saying that, Nannan took off her towel and ran to the kitchen with a kerosene lamp.
Every loss must have a gain. Although Nannan cannot play wildly outside like other children, she has developed the habit of being eager to learn. Not only can she count quickly and accurately, but she can also write brilliantly in composition.
Feeling the evening breeze was a bit chilly, Chen Jingnian filled a bottle of hot water and went to the main room.
After clearing the dishes and refilling the hot water for Li Xianwen, I saw a few cents on the table.
The cost price is not much more at all.
"On the weekend, you first go to your godfather to get a letter of introduction, and then accompany me to the scrap yard."
Li Xianwen leaned against the wooden box on the kang and stuffed the bottle under his legs. The weather was cold, and his legs hurt even more. In fact, it was not just his legs, but all the wounds on his body were hurting, but his legs hurt even more.
"I'll just go and you don't have to worry about it. It's just a few things. Sometimes they can be used, but they are useless."
Seeing Li Xianwen frowning, Chen Jingnian put down the bowls and chopsticks as he spoke, and lifted Li Xianwen's legs.
In the past, every two or three months, he and Li Xianwen would go to the scrapyard to find some discarded old bicycle parts, but such old parts were hard to come by.
After rummaging for a long time, most of them were broken, rusty or deformed and unusable.
"It depends on the weather."
"When the pepper water is boiled, I will bring it over."
"No more brewing. You can pour me two yuan of wine later."
Li Xianwen lay on the kang, and his body gradually relaxed.
Chen Jingnian's hand massage is a combination of traditional Chinese medicine, Thai, Japanese and Lang style, as well as various techniques of his godmother Ge Yuqin, and is a master of long-standing practice.
As a chief surgeon, Ge Yuqin is the person who least believes in evil. She has always been cautious about Chen Jingnian's miraculous recovery.
Especially in the two years when Chen Jingnian was reborn, Ge Yuqin would go to the courtyard every day after get off work, not only helping Li Yulan with housework, but also taking time to give Chen Jingnian a massage.
Ge Yuqin's extraordinary accuracy in identifying acupuncture points was due to the combination of Chinese and Western medicine techniques by my country's medical masters at that time, who developed acupuncture anesthesia technology. This technology has been recognized by the world's medical community, and various hospitals are studying and promoting it.
Ge Yuqin herself was the technical backbone of their institute and quickly learned this skill.
Li Xianwen saw sweat on his forehead, patted Chen Jingnian's leg, and said: "Axe, pour me a glass of wine, and then go and have a rest!"
Chen Jingnian took out a wine cup from the cabinet, poured two coins of medicinal wine soaked in tiger bones, and handed it to Li Xianwen with both hands.
After Li Xianwen finished drinking and lay down, he tucked Li Xianwen's feet into bed and returned home with the bowls and chopsticks in hand.
The body is broken and the blood vessels are blocked. This kind of pain is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
Li Xianwen committed suicide in the winter before Chen Jingnian was born, but he failed and was stopped by Chen Jingsheng.
When Li Yulan was still alive, she always told her brother and sister Chen Jinnian that your father's life was saved from the battlefield by your fifth uncle.
When Chen Jingnian got older, after emptying the bucket for Li Xianwen every day, Li Yulan would tell him that if it weren't for your fifth uncle, there would be no you, and the Chen family would be gone.
After her daughter was born, Li Yulan said to her: "Our family owes your fifth uncle a lot. If it weren't for helping our family, your fifth uncle wouldn't have suffered such a big mistake and suffered day and night.
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"This is not living, this is being punished."
Chen Jingnian could understand the pain Li Xianwen suffered, but he could only do some trivial things.
I washed the dishes, chopsticks and wine cups, and washed my face.
Chen Jinnian sat on the kang and taught his daughter how to recognize a few new and uncommon characters, and also explained the meanings of the characters and related allusions.
While Nannan was practicing on the rice plate with a poplar branch, Chen Jinnian took out the small cloth bag from the bottom of the drawer.
He took out a few paper tickets and sewed the rest into the jacket pocket of the women's overalls. Then he cut off the trousers of the men's trousers.
Remove the thimble and stretch out the trouser legs. The stitches are as fine as those sewn by a sewing machine.
Fold your trousers, press the trousers with a thick book and put them under the pillow.
"Brother, I've finished writing."
"Wash your feet, and then go chat with Mr. Zhou Gong."
"Brother, the bottom of Liu Yong's sedan chair is fastened with the Eight Immortals table. Where should he sit?"
"Squatting. I said, Nannan, you are watching the Three Kingdoms shed tears and worry about the ancients. Think about it before, he was standing in the sedan and walking with the sedan. Lie down!"
After washing feet with his sister and pouring water for washing feet, Chen Jingnian pulled down the lamp cord and lit the kerosene lamp.
The smell of matches reminded him of the cigarettes in his pocket. He pinched his coat pocket and finally resisted.
Nannan was timid, and her parents died one after another, so the child did not dare to turn off the lights to sleep, but it was too bright when the electric light was on, so she developed the habit of sleeping with a kerosene lamp.
Lying on the kang, as soon as the sound of mosquitoes rang in his ears, Chen Jinnian raised his hand and hugged the annoying thing to death.
"Brother, I'm already lying down."
A little foot stretched out again.
"...Liu Yong is sitting in his broken sedan chair, holding on to the only remaining leg of the Eight Immortals Table...,"
"Chuck, lick, lick."
"This is so funny, go to sleep quickly."
"...If you have a foundation, you will start playing. If you don't have a foundation, you will withdraw from the court. I, Liu Yong, have a foundation..."
"Hoo, ho..."
One after another, Chen Jinnian's voice became softer and softer, and Nannan's breathing became heavier and heavier.
After Chen Jingnian arrived at the unit, he first brought the lunch box to the boiler room and placed it on the top of the steamer. The big lunch box contained cabbage and seaweed soup leftover from the morning, and the small lunch box contained steamed cakes.
There is no need to steam these foods, they can be heated through by relying on the residual heat of the steamer.
After putting away the lunch box, he rushed to the security office. Li Mancang had just finished a meeting with his captain.
He pulled Chen Jingnian and introduced to his subordinates: "This is Chen Jingnian. Some of you know him, some of you don't. From now on, he works in the publicity department of our factory!"
"Jingnian, ax..."
"Uncle Wang, Brother Jun..."
Chen Jingnian nodded in response, and was immediately stunned by Li Mancang's words, "Propaganda Department! No..."
He saw that the square old face had no change, and suddenly remembered the mysterious smile of his fifth uncle, and then realized that he had been tricked by these elders.
"Let's go, Comrade Propaganda Officer, haha."
Li Mancang waved his hand proudly and knocked Chen Jinnian on the head.
After coming out of the security office, Li Mancang explained the general situation of the publicity office to Chen Jingnian while walking downstairs without explaining at all why the security office had become the publicity office.
At this time, there were more people in the building, greeting each other.
"He's new here. What a beautiful young man."
An aunt opened the door of the archives room with a floral cloth bag.
"Auntie, it's good morning."
Chen Jingnian stood up straight and greeted politely.
"Jingnian, the eldest son of the Chen family looks like his mother Li Yulan..."
"It's me, Sister Sun."
Chen Jinnian made way for a young woman with her head coiled, and another man and a woman came up the stairs.
"Hi! Sister Sun, if you didn't tell me, I would have thought she was a girl."
"You two are so angry. Didn't you see that you were wearing men's work clothes?"
"My eyes are made for anger, and they are better than your mung bean eyes."
…
Chen Jingnian scratched his head and followed Li Mancang all the way to the first floor of the office building.
"Director Sun!"
Li Mancang pushed open the door of the publicity office, smiled at the top of his lungs and said, "I brought someone to you!"
"Lao Li, you said that your mouth smells like dirt, even if you whisper, it's useless."
A middle-aged man in a blue tunic suit walked over from the desk and put his arm around Li Mancang's shoulders.
"Call someone!"
After Li Mancang said something to Chen Jinnian, he reached out and opened Director Sun's hand and looked at it.
“No chalk dust!”
"You've smeared ink on me before!"
"If you see Tian'er, wear blue overalls and put some ink on you. It's for you."
"You old boy used ink, black, smelly, ink!!"
"You're an illiterate fool, and you're being pretentious even if you're allowed to have some literary talent!"
"Hi! Monkey Sun!"
Li Mancang and Director Sun were getting more and more at odds with each other, and they were about to fight each other.
"Uh, Director Sun, my name is Chen Jingnian, and I'm here to report today."
Chen Jinnian looked helplessly at the two old men with their arms rolled up and sleeves pulled together, and whispered.
"Xiao Chen, right? You will be my soldier from now on. Now I order you to beat this old boy out of our propaganda office."
Director Sun was having a hard time coping. When he heard Chen Jingnian's words, he immediately became energetic and shouted loudly.
He was quite tall, but his physique was two orders of magnitude inferior to Li Mancang's. He could only deal with Li Mancang's big hands as thick as steel bars by swinging from side to side.
"I know you, an old boy, don't have martial ethics."
Li Mancang took advantage of Director Sun's distraction and grabbed his right hand. After holding it, he violently moved the opponent's joints.
"Hey! Hey! It's broken, it's broken!"
Director Sun quickly used his left hand to break off Li Mancang's hand, and the tone of his voice changed.
"Old Sun, don't forget what I told you!"
Li Mancang slapped off Director Sun's left hand and raised his voice and said loudly.
"Okay, okay, remember!"
Director Sun nodded repeatedly and finally let go of his hand.
"Jingnian, listen to your Uncle Sun, Uncle Six has gone back!"
Li Mancang turned to look at Chen Jingnian, then turned and walked out. This chapter has been completed!