Dinner, Fang Zhe's dinner was delayed by herself. Bai Li was so ashamed!
On a spring night in Songjiang in 1992, the city was not yet the brightly lit and crowded city that it would be in the future.
The area near the campus is quite lively, but it's a holiday now, so I walked for a while but didn't see an open restaurant.
The result of doing good deeds is that your stomach growls with hunger. There is a light on the roadside ahead. When I took a closer look, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had dinner. A shed, two tables, and a few chairs. The boss
It was a middle-aged man holding a book in his hand and putting it down.
"Boss, let's have a bowl of old duck soup to soak the crispy rice." After sitting down, Fang Zhe said hello.
It is still in the first month of the year, so the fact that food stalls can do business at this time speaks volumes.
There is a big pot on the coal stove, as is often the case with food stalls in these days. You can make crispy rice with old duck soup or big noodles. Don't worry about cooking. Even if you do it, the business will not be better.
The boss smiled, stood up and turned around and said: "We have guests." A woman came out of the door behind him, and Fang Zhe was stunned at just one glance. The biggest legacy of the 1992 class of the Chinese Department, he did not expect to appear at this moment.
Fang Zhe attended a class reunion in his previous life. He didn't want to attend, but his classmates repeatedly invited him. Fang Zhe, who was married at the time, attended the class reunion alone. At that time, Wu Mingzhu made a brilliant appearance.
Her casual ponytail turned into brown waves, she took off her big black-framed glasses, and she was wearing a brand-name ol' suit. There was a faint smell of perfume floating on her body. Fang Zhe remembered the "encounter" very clearly. Later, in private, the male classmates all
He said that he was really blind at first.
Everyone said that the class reunion was quite chaotic. Fang Zhe has always been a man with his own moral standards. He should behave himself after getting married. So Fang Zhe, who was not doing too badly at the time, just faced it with an appreciative attitude and did not go up to flirt with her.
The feeling at that time was that the pearl was covered with dust and the phoenix was reborn.
Fang Zhe couldn't help but smile. Wu Mingzhu now has big black-framed eyes and deliberately long bangs. Looking back at Wu Mingzhu at that time, she held her head high, talked freely, and was full of confidence. How different from now, with her lower eyebrows and smooth voice.
The sound and sound of mosquitoes chirping. You can tell at a glance that the clothes are simply dressed, and the color has faded away in the wash.
Clean, but inconspicuous, this is Wu Mingzhu now. Well, I know they are the same in terms of low profile. As for academic performance, Fang Zhe just did not fail the class, Wu Mingzhu received first-class scholarship every year, and was the best among the top students.
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In her previous life, Wu Mingzhu went to the United States to study for graduate school after graduation. After returning, she worked as a director of recruitment for foreign companies. Anyway, she was just right. Fang Zhe, on the other hand, started a small business and wandered on the edge of the fashion circle. At that time,
Major, well, anyone who graduated from the Chinese Department knows that it doesn’t matter what you study, it won’t be of much use in the future anyway.
Fang Zhe always thought that the things he learned in college would be of great use in the future, and it was Ma Zhe who he had always hated.
This is really a life-guiding knowledge.
Wu Mingzhu recognized Fang Zhe, what should this guy say? Even though he is very low-key, he is still a topic of discussion among the girls in the class.
One of the targets of the female classmates in the dormitory to chat before going to bed at night, and one of the top ten school bastards rated by busybodies.
As a classmate in the same class, Wu Mingzhu remembered Fang Zhe as an elusive person who never failed a class. For example, in the aesthetics class where students were required to be called, there were many people who skipped classes and were handed over to Professor Liu Yufeng, but Fang Zhe never skipped Liu Yufeng's class.
The caution is outrageous! As for those professors who did not name them, it was common for Fang Zhe to skip classes.
Facing Fang Zhe's smile, Wu Mingzhu was a little nervous. This guy's smile was simply unbearable for the girls in the class.
The hand holding the soup was shaking a little. I spilled some and it burned my hand. I quickly put it down and said: "Use slowly!" and ran away, really ran away.
After taking a sip of the soup, it was so fresh that his taste buds opened up. Fang Zhe gave a thumbs up: "This is the boss's skill."
The boss looked a little honest, smiled slightly, wiped his hands with his apron: "As long as the customers like it."
Fang Zhe noticed the words "Cotton Spinning Factory No. 6" on the apron and couldn't help but ask: "Is the boss from the cotton spinning factory? Not close!"
"I didn't get a round of housing assignments at work, but I got a round of getting laid off. This house belongs to my wife's family. I don't live in it for free, I pay rent."
"Uncle, are you not happy?" Fang Zhe knew the elegant meaning of the song after hearing it, and he understood it in detail.
"Don't blame them. As for the house in Songjiang, I blame myself for not having the ability." The boss seemed to have been holding back for a long time. He couldn't talk to his acquaintances, but talked to his customers. Fang Zhe smiled, took out a cigarette and threw one over:
"Yes, Songjiang's house."
Without saying anything else, Xili finished the meal with no trace of soup left. The boss added another spoonful of soup, and Fang Zhe thanked her.
Putting down his chopsticks, Fang Zhe rubbed his belly: "If you're full, your boss can even lay off your job because of his skills. How dark is your factory's cafeteria?"
"It's not the cafeteria. I work as a small manager in the workshop. The boss called for layoffs, and I hope that the leading cadres will take the lead. Because my family's conditions are poor, the leader even talked to me and asked me to set an example by doing work instead of doing work." Boss Wu said with a slightly eyed look.
Unwilling to be reconciled, Fang Zhe was speechless.
Wu Mingzhu's head poked out from behind the door, shouted at Fang Zhe, "You're still not leaving after eating?" and then disappeared.
Fang Zhe was stunned for a moment, then smiled, took out five yuan and put it on the table. He waved his hand to the boss: "Let's go. Next time, bring your classmates."
The figure disappeared into the darkness. Wu Mingzhu came out of the door, took a look, and raised her hands to put away the dishes.
"Do you know him?" Boss Wu asked dully, and Wu Mingzhu replied in a low voice: "Classmate."
The father and daughter did not communicate anymore. After washing the dishes, Wu Mingzhu suddenly asked: "Is it because of my TOEFL exam?"
"Don't think too much, it has nothing to do with you. The buyout and layoff are the result of the boss taking special care of my family situation." Boss Wu didn't mean what he said. One-third of the workers in the factory were laid off this year, and he was a technical leader.
No matter how hard he is laid off, it shouldn't be his turn. It's just that other leaders have backers, doesn't he?
My daughter wants to study abroad, and the little savings at home are really not enough. If I buy out my working age and get laid off, I can get about 30,000 yuan, which is a big supplement. But from the perspective of a man in his early forties, he was laid off at the age of 18.
, it’s really hard to explain in words, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to talk about it with Fang Zhe, a stranger.
"Just be tough, I don't know you yet?" Wu Mingzhu shot back in disbelief.
Boss Wu changed the subject: "That classmate seems to have a good family situation. You and him will not..."
"What are you thinking about? That guy is not a good guy." Wu Mingzhu shouted, turned around and left.
Fang Zhe sneezed, but he didn't hear it. Otherwise, he might have asked, "Why am I not a good person?"
Walking to the door of the rental house, Fang Zhe looked at the light coming from the crack in the door. Is there a thief?