Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 223 Your HD is back!
If you don't say that a man is a teenager until he dies, no matter how old he is, he is full of interest in the topic of women.

"Well, it's pretty cool."

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Han Zhaokun said enviously with an ambiguous smile on his face, "You have to be a cultural person, to be able to get in touch with these movie makers. Old hats like us can only watch movies to satisfy our hunger. gone."

Han Zhaokun's words are not pleasant, but they are very true.

In contrast, Hao Jianjun's performance was more decent. Although there was interest in his eyes, he did not pursue Zhang Yu's topic, but asked about the capital.

People in politics always have an inexplicable feeling for the capital.

Hearing that He Ping hadn't even been to Tiananmen Square, he said with some disappointment: "How can you not go to Tiananmen Square after going to the capital? You don't want to patronize Beijing Film and Television to see beautiful girls, do you?"

"Where is it? It's just that there is no space. Besides, it's just a big square. There's nothing to go shopping."

He Ping belongs to the kind of person who has no feelings and plots, and to him it is just an ordinary big square.

"Then did the actresses you selected for the movie look good? Did Zhang Yu look good?" Han Zhaokun asked persistently.

Well, tonight is inseparable from the topic of actresses.

"It's okay, she's a student from the Beijing Academy of Drama, a girl who just entered her sophomore year."

"That's not interesting, it has to be Zhang Yu's kind."

He Ping understands that the kind Han Zhaokun said is good, which means mature charm, and more generally speaking, it means fashionable dress and graceful figure.

Hao Jianjun couldn't help but sarcastically said, "You can't think of healthy things in your mind, kid."

Han Zhaokun called Qu and said, "Why am I unhealthy? I just think she looks good. It's not against the law. Besides, if I'm unhealthy, it's He Ping who is unhealthy. It's not that I eat or go shopping with other actresses."

"Go, don't talk nonsense."

Don't dare to say this nonsense, what is eating with other actresses, shopping, how to defile people's innocence out of thin air, it is just people thanking themselves for saving their lives.

What a nasty person wants to do nasty things, he~tui!

The three of them drank until midnight and chatted happily, He Ping fell asleep in a daze.

Early the next morning, when He Ping woke up, he was the only one left in the room.

He Ping washed up and went downstairs to check out. The waiter at the hostel told him that stationmaster Hao woke him up and went to the station to look for him.

He Ping didn't know Hao Jianjun's intentions, so he looked for it with his things on his back.

"I forgot to tell you last night. Your chicken farm came to deliver eggs this morning. It will arrive in a while. You can just go back with them."

It turned out to be the case, He Ping readily agreed.

Sure enough, around ten o'clock in the morning, a Dongfanghong tractor drove to the yard of the freight section of the railway station.

Han Yuanchao drove, Han Zhaojun escorted the car, followed by two young men from the team.

"Zhaojun!" He Ping called Han Zhaojun from afar.

Han Zhaojun looked up at He Ping with surprise on his face, "Brother He Ping!"

He ran forward with long legs, and stopped when he reached He Ping, "Are you back?"

"I'm back. I arrived last night and stayed in the guest house for one night. Brother Jianjun said that you are here to deliver eggs today, and let me wait here to go back with you."

Han Zhaojun never stopped smiling when he saw He Ping's face, "It's great that you're back, everyone misses you very much."

"It's been more than a month since I left. I didn't expect to go for such a long time. I finally came back."

Uncle Yuanchao and two young men from the team also came forward to say hello to He Ping. Everyone was very happy with He Ping's return.

A few people stopped the topic after a few words, they are here to deliver eggs today, so we can't delay the business.

The staff of the freight section helped them unload and load the trucks for more than an hour.

Han Zhaojun and the others were sweating profusely, and Uncle Yuanchao started the tractor anxiously.

"Uncle Yuanchao, don't worry, rest for a while before leaving." He Ping said.

"It's okay, it's getting warmer, and a bit of wind is good for perspiration."

So, He Ping followed Han Zhaojun and the two young men in the team onto the tractor, and drove unsteadily towards Hantun.

When we arrived at Hongqi Commune, He Ping asked Uncle Yuanchao to stop and jumped out of the car, "Go back first, I'll go back by myself later."

"It's okay, we'll wait for you for a while."

He Ping walked into the commune post office, and immediately saw the tall and outstanding girlfriend sorting newspapers and periodicals with her head bowed.

He walked over quietly and asked, "Comrade, do you sell wives here? I want to buy one."

Mao Chunhua was lowering her head and sorting out the newspapers, when this sentence came to her ear, she instinctively wanted to refute it, she was really mad.

It was only then that she realized who the owner of the voice was. She raised her head in disbelief, and immediately smiled like a spring flower, with great surprise.

"Yeah! You're back?"

He Ping opened his arms, with a smile on his face, "I'm back!"

When Mao Chunhua saw He Ping opened his arms, Ruyan plunged into his arms like a forest.

He Ping held the beautiful woman in his arms, feeling the long-lost warmth and softness.

"Think about me?"

"En!" Mao Chunhua buried his head in He Ping's chest and kept nodding.

Little is better than newlyweds.

The two were in the period of passionate love, and when they met again after being apart for more than a month, it was inevitable that there would be endless topics to talk about, and the colleagues next to them all booed, and Mao Chunhua had a big blush.

He Ping found Mao Chunhua's leader, and after the two exchanged a few pleasantries, He Ping asked Mao Chunhua for leave, "Director, Chunhua is not feeling well today, I will ask you for leave for her."

The director put on a smile that I understand, "If you don't feel well, go home quickly and take a good rest."

The accent is on the word "rest", there is nothing wrong with it.

After the director was settled, He Ping grabbed his girlfriend and left.

"Why are you going?"

"Wait for me to go home." He Ping couldn't help but pull his girlfriend onto the tractor.

The tractor chugs back to Hantun all the way, and as soon as he entered the team, someone saw He Ping on the tractor.

"Yo! He Ping is back?"

"Hey, I'm back."

"The great writer is back? You have been away for a long time."

"Yeah, it's delayed."

"Come over to your house and tell us about the things in Shanghai."

"Sit at home when you have time."

……

He Ping greeted the members of the team all the way, the long-lost local accent made him feel a little bit emotional, it is still comfortable to stay at home, just listening to people talk makes him feel kind.

The tractor drove to the gate of He Ping's house, and Han Zhaojun and the others helped He Ping move his luggage into the house.

During the time when He Ping left, Han Zhaojun lived in He Ping's house. Xiao Zhu'er was too young and needed someone to take care of him. Han Zhaoshe occasionally came over to join in the fun.

After moving things, Han Zhaojun said: "Brother He Ping, then you have a rest first, let's go first."

With Mao Chunhua around, no matter how much he wanted to say to He Ping, he would have to wait until later.

"Okay, let's talk about it tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)