Early in the morning, newsstands in Shanghai were already abuzz.
The newspaper delivery person was panting heavily in the cold weather as he unloaded a bundle of bundled newspapers from the back seat of his bicycle to the door of the newsstand.
As soon as the front foot landed on the ground, a sharp knife fell on the binding strap with the back foot and broke with a sound.
"Uncle Ya, give me one"
"I want one too"
The crowd gathered around the newsstand, swarming up. He came up, waving the banknotes in his hand, even anxiously, and threw them directly into the newsstand.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, come one by one."
The newspaper seller at the newsstand with sweat on his forehead looked at the crumpled banknotes stuffed in his pocket with the same expression. Very anxious, he finally picked up the pile of newspapers, threw them directly on the newsstand's stall, and waved his hand.
"Forget it, no more money, just take it."
The newspapers, still smelling of ink, quickly fell into the hands of people who stopped, and they were already extremely anxious. The crowd quickly found a step after getting it, or simply leaned against the wall and started looking at it.
"TD, you deserve it, you have nothing to do but fly over our heads"
"This time Lord Ma opened his eyes and let them take a good look, as long as they dare If it flies this way, we dare to beat it down."
The crowd who took the newspaper saw the black and white photo on the cover and the appearance of the plane pieced together from the wreckage. Their first reaction was definitely to cut it out. Come down and stick it on your wall.
"We are not what we used to be. It was really decades ago. Jie Fangjun is not a vegetarian. He fought with you more than ten years ago and can still take care of you now."
It’s so satisfying. Only the kind of pride that comes from the heart can say such confident words
I haven’t seen this scene for a long time, whether it’s the people at the newsstand or the newspaper delivery Although the staff were panting from exhaustion and their waists were sore from unloading newspapers, their backs were straight.
Lao Song from the newsstand knows what it feels like to be proud and proud. In the past, here, in concessions everywhere, even a foreigner had to bow his head and make money in a miserable way.
Now, even if he didn't make any money today, he was really feeling good. He picked up a big teapot and drank a gulp of water, clasping his waist with one hand and waving his other hand.
"Yes, I thought it would be fine if I hid high, so I stabbed him down with a bamboo pole."
"Haha, Lao Song, have you seen this plane? It was beaten down from a height of more than 10,000 meters. How can your bamboo pole be so long?"
The crowd around him was as happy as Lao Song. It didn't matter whether the newspaper was free or not. The main thing was that the dog's paw was broken. , everyone is lucky and honored.
"Haha, it doesn't matter if it's long enough or not, as long as it's easy to use, do you think they still dare to worry about it? After more than ten years, the dog still can't change its habit of eating shit."
"Okay. Lao Song, send it out todayHow many newspapers are mine? It’s better to keep the little money you have for your retirement.”
“Teacher Zhao, how can I do that?”
“Okay, okay, I Holding a pen, I can’t be with the frontline soldiers, but I still have an obligation to let everyone know and publicize the wolfish ambitions of their people.”
As he said that, another old man who was teasing Lao Song just now Uncle, just take out a stack of Big Black Ten, throw it down and leave.
Such a scene is not limited to Shanghai.
Many people even visit the bustling streets of Beijing. I was late for work while reading the newspaper.
At this time, everyone’s hearts were tightly bound together because of this incident.
At this time of the year, Waiguoren actually delivered a big firework to the Chinese people who were preparing for the New Year.
The production of the steel rolling mill also came to a halt this morning.
p>The workers who were focused on production were like passengers on the train who saw the beautiful scenery and got off the train for the time being to savor it carefully.
"More than 10,000 meters. , this iron lump can fly so high"
"Hey, you don't understand this. Haven't you ever played with a kite? As long as there is wind, you can fly as high as you have ropes."
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"As you said, if this thing is so simple, can our factory also knock it out like this?"
Unlike outsiders, the steel rolling mill The workers working in the workshop were actually analyzing the trivial parts in the photos and discussing whether they could make them at home.
While everyone was paying attention to the newspaper, the table in the office was. Next to her, there was only Huang Yaqin's mother, who looked worried and indifferent to the big news in the newspaper.
No matter how she looked at the drawings on the table today, she couldn't stand the data. Those numbers were in her eyes. My eyes are flying everywhere, which is completely different from when I was concentrating on work in the past.
"Old Zhang, tell the section chief, I'm going to take a leave today"
Worried. Huang's mother finally put aside the drawings that she couldn't stand. After packing up the documents on the table, she said hello to the person on the opposite table.
"Sister Ying, go ahead and wait. When the section chief came back, I told him "
Huang's mother hurried downstairs, arrived outside the factory gate, flagged down a three-bounce "taxi", and hurried home with red eyes.
"Old Huang, what are you talking about? Are you not harming your daughter?"
The cold wind outside followed the gaps in the canvas and hissed into the rear compartment. , Huang’s mother wiped the corners of her eyes and kept cursing her husband. Her heart was colder than the weather outside.
When she arrived at the gate of the compound, she hurriedly paid the taxi fare. Huang’s mother was in a hurry. I ran home.
After opening the door, I saw that Lao Huang had not gone to work today.
Huang's mother was angry when she saw her husband sitting in front of the sofa. Didn't pick it up anywhere, just picked it upThe bag in his hand was smashed over head and face.
"Just do whatever Zheng Chaoyang wants to do to you. You really don't regard him as your son. You will only be happy if your daughter is widowed."
That's not it. To relieve her anger, Huang Ma gritted her teeth and picked up the broom behind the door, waving it up and going up to give Old Huang a few hard blows on the forehead.
"Mom"
Huang Yaqin's whine stopped her mother. She was leaning against the door, her two long braids had fallen into a ball, and her eyes were red. His face was pale, like a paper figure.
"Oh, my daughter, your dad is sorry for you, please stop crying, mom feels sorry for you too"
The broom in her hand suddenly fell to the ground, and Huang Ma Holding their daughter at the door, the two burst into tears.
Old Huang, who was sitting on the sofa, lowered his eyes slightly. The cigarette in his hand had burned out ashes and fell on the coffee table.
On the occasion of the Chinese New Year, a family of three lost the laughter and laughter of last year. Two of them cried bitterly, and one sighed on the sofa. The whole house was filled with only clouds of sadness.
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