RBCT Chapter 97 Kill That Mountain City Man (Please 1!)
Chapter 97 Kill That Mountain City Man (Please 1!)
Chapter 97 Kill that Shancheng Man (please!)
The Eighteen Stairs, starting from Houci Street in the south and ending in Jiaochang in the north, are specially divided into eighteen steps in order to alleviate the fatigue of pedestrians.
At first, Ye Qin only planned to go to the end of the long street, and then turn back. There were no beautiful scenery that caught the eye, but the slow-paced atmosphere of the market made him, who had been blackmailed by the whole Internet not long ago, his tense nerves slowly. slack.
No cell phones, no messages, and no worries.
What does "Mobile Phone" say, a mobile phone is not a mobile phone, but a grenade.
Seven Streets and Six Alleys, twisting and turning around, I really thought I was walking through Yanjing West Railway Station when I first arrived, maybe I might get lost after a while.
"Yuetai Dam, named because of the half-moon-shaped dam in front of the gate, which resembles a crescent moon..."
Stepping on the narrow stone stairs, Ye Qin listened to He Hongshan's eloquent introduction to the Eighteen Stairs. Out of gratitude, she offered herself as a tour guide.
I'm not good at brushing other people's good intentions, but the feeling of experience is greatly reduced.
Like a lonely wild dog, walking blindly in the mountain city, suddenly being loved by a girl, adopting a dog on a leash, and walking around with it.
On the top of the head, between the red brick buildings, several poles and several thick ropes are inserted horizontally, and the clothes of men and women, old and young are all dried on it.
He Hongshan's legs returned to normal, no longer limping, and immediately became active like a fly, holding Hasselblad in her hand, and kept shooting.
Ye Qin held his arms in his arms, like other passers-by, A, B, C, and watched this oxygen girl with a different painting style.
"Hey, after shopping for so long, it's already noon, are you hungry?"
He Hongshan said carelessly: "I'll take you to Houci Street. The snack restaurants there are delicious. Do you know why it's called 'Houci', because 'Delicious Dog' in Shancheng dialect is a homonym for 'Delicious'."
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There are no big restaurants on Houci Street, so He Hongshan walked into a small restaurant with ease.
There are four tables inside, and the thick layer is greasy. Ye Qin is not afraid to soil his clothes, but He Hongshan wipes the table diligently with a tissue.
"Let me do it."
"No, wipe it up soon."
He Hongshan smiled like a spring breeze, "Boss, order food, two chaoshous, two bowls of hot and sour noodles, and one saliva chicken..."
"Hold on, hold on, I can't eat that much." Ye Qin hurriedly discouraged, this is chicken and hand-picking again, and the weight must rebound.
"Why, you are so thin, you should eat more."
While He Hongshan was puzzled, the guests sitting at the other three tables answered in a Shancheng accent: "Hey, you're right, you are so tall and thin, what's so good about him."
Chatting, Ye Qin was not annoyed or explained, but in the lively and active atmosphere, he became more and more comfortable, and there was a feeling of vague integration.
Chatting and chatting, the topic was inexplicably related to housing prices.
"Hey, young man, young sister, look at what you are wearing, it came from Jiefangbei. I want to ask you one thing, how much is the house price over there now?"
Ye Qin was stared at by the uncle and aunt with big eyes and small eyes, and stabbed with his arm, meaning to give it to you.
"Four or five thousand." He Hongshan said, "Auntie, do you want to buy a house?"
In a word, the uncle and aunt sighed like the eggplant was beaten by frost:
"Where do you get so much money? One hundred square meters can't cost four to five million yuan. If we want this money, we still live here?"
"Some time ago, I heard that Nanbin Road is being developed, and Xiahao Old Street is going to be demolished. How did they hit the big luck? When will our old street be demolished!"
"Hey, sister, do you think the eighteen ladders are about to be dismantled?"
He Hongshan interrupted: "Auntie, the Eighteenth Ladder is the old history of the mountain city. It's a pity to demolish it."
"Oh, history can be worth a few dollars. The house is so broken that it won't be demolished, and there is no demolition fund. How can we have the money to buy a new house!"
"Why do you have an old house? The child will marry in the future, and the wife will marry in the future. How can you do without a new house!"
Uncles and aunts are getting more and more noisy, all kinds of bitter memories, scolding the sky and the earth, scolding why the factory closed down in the past, why the buy-out period was bought out, at that time the factory had everything, and there would be a staff building, and every household could be allocated a room.
This is the focus of the sixth-generation directors. The process of the city is intertwined with rise and fall. The bitter lives and tragic tragedies of many marginal individuals and small families are all covered up in the ruins of old houses overturned by bulldozers.
The high-rise buildings rising from the ground, decorated with great changes, have become new beliefs.
The humanities are lost, the atmosphere is gone, the smell of fireworks is gone, and I no longer look up at the sky.
The feeling of nostalgia disappears from time to time. There used to be a mountain, a city in the mountain, and a group of people in the city. These people are called Shancheng people.
They drank a glass of wine, ate a hot pot, and lived leisurely and leisurely.
In the era of looking at money, is this day still long?
Ye Qin was silent for a while.
He Hongshan asked, "Are you going to continue shopping in the afternoon, or change places?"
Ye Qin said firmly: "Go to Xiahao Old Street."
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Nanbin Road, the bustling center of Shancheng, is known as "The Bund of Shancheng".
It can be a few steps away, and within a few minutes, there is an independent market place not far away.
Xiahao Old Street is lonely, dilapidated, and decayed, but rough, majestic, and exquisite.
"Mother-in-law, if one lacks three, I can do it all!"
On the stilted buildings on both sides of the stone road, a woman pushed open the window on the second floor, and just after lunch, she shouted to play mahjong.
When Ye Qin saw the old woman downstairs, she immediately called her friends and accompanied her. Two figures passed by on a street. In an instant, the bureau was formed.
Even the end of the world cannot stop the people of Shancheng from playing mahjong.
"We went to Xiahaoli after shopping. There are several good tea rooms there. It's very comfortable to have afternoon tea!"
He Hongshan squatted on the ground, carefully holding the camera, focusing on a sleeping wild cat.
"Fake, that bastard, dare to lie to me with fake money!"
A mournful cry broke the silence, and the wild cat woke up and ran away, "Meow!"
Ye Qin was shocked, turned his head, and saw the aunt who was sitting on the stone steps selling vegetables at a stall, tremblingly unfolding a bright red soft girl paper, crying and crying.
The people who set up a stall next to him pointed and pointed, and they all held grievances. "That turtle son is too immoral. He cheated people with real money first, and then secretly changed the money when he was not careful."
"Cai, there is still money, my baby will pay for the tuition next semester!"
The aunt bowed her knees, buried her face in her thighs, and cried with her arms around her arms: "This one who kills a thousand knives, you have the ability to use counterfeit money to deceive rich people, hiss, what are you deceiving me? I sell vegetables during the day and have to pay at night. Go wash the dishes, what are you doing to cheat the old lady for money!"
Ye Qin was silent for a moment, in fact, 100 yuan is only a drop in the bucket of the tuition fee.
However, the collapse of middle-aged people is often only a moment.
The person on the side comforted: "Oh, why are you crying, is this still our '5057 Factory' artillery sister, where did the artillery smell go!"
In the old system, state-owned factories had employee hospitals, nurseries, kindergartens, and children's schools... From birth to death, they died in the factory's employee hospital's Luoqi Pavilion (mortuary). They lived in this closed loop all their lives. Is it rigid or closed? ?
But Lao Cui, the godfather of rock and roll, sang: This feeling really makes me comfortable, it makes me forget that I have no place to live!
Then, "I will be laid off if I don't get laid off." Everyone becomes a small family, and a small family becomes homeless.
"I lost the Yangtze River, Jialinjiang, and Jiang who was feeling the stones. My husband was laid off when he was 45 years old. In 25, he worked as a mechanic in eastern Guangdong. The factory only recruited [-]-year-old young men. How much money does it take to earn money, the child has to take the college entrance examination and go to university..."
How can this situation be so imagined as "Secret Shore".
This is why Wu Tao, played by Zeng Zhiwei, created a car accident to defraud insurance.
The ways to make money are all written in the criminal law, and Zhang San had to sacrifice himself for the extrajudicial fanatic who didn't eat peanuts.
Ye Qin's throat was choked and his heart was congested. He leaned forward and said, "Auntie, how do you sell this dish?"
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In the evening, exchange contact information with He Hongshan and wave goodbye.
Sitting in a taxi, Ye Qin leaned his head against the window, and the lights of the Dongshuimen Yangtze River Bridge flashed brightly in the night.
From desolate, to prosperous, and back to dilapidated, it is just a drive.
As soon as I got out of the car, I walked through the dark and secluded corridor with four bags of vegetables worth 100 yuan in both hands. When I opened the door, the musty smell was still strong.
Mouth humming:
"Live like this for 30 years, until the building collapses
The darkness in the depths of the clouds, the landscape that drowns my heart
……
Use a fake bill to buy a fake gun
Defend her life until the building collapses
The night covered the Sichuan-Chongqing Basin, and sadness soaked her face. "
The tone has always been sad, and his voice is hoarse and weak. He threw the vegetables into the refrigerator, speechless, and fell heavily on the bed with open arms, the spring bed rattled, and his long legs were curled up.
Facing the dim light, I raised my arms and covered my eyes. The old dilapidated factory site, the old streets to be demolished, and the pleasant scenes of life in the mountains all surfaced in my mind. Suddenly, I roared gloomily:
"Ten thousand runaway horses running in his mind!"
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Original Song: "Kill That SJZ Man"
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