Siheyuan: There are three little cats at home

Chapter 119 Meeting in a narrow road

Silly Zhu's carefree temper, in Qin Huairu's view, he is really stupid.

Obviously he is living a normal life, and now the new year is just over, and there may not be much food left in his house, so why take the initiative to take this kind of thing on him.

Just to help take care of it, it's okay for the neighbors.

But Silly Zhu asked Xu Qing’s younger brothers and sisters to go directly to his house for dinner. If this isn’t stupid, what is it?
But after thinking about it, Qin Huairu felt that the three little guys in Xu Qing's family couldn't eat much food for a meal, so he didn't think about it any more.

What's more, the stick and Xiaodang of her family usually eat the food of Sha Zhu's family.

What qualifications does she have to express an opinion on this matter.

Under the cover of the dark sky, Qin Huairu hurriedly lowered his head, put his hands in the pockets of his cotton-padded jacket, and quietly walked towards the entrance of the alley with Xu Qing and Shazhu without saying a word.

But Xu Qing had actually made it very clear to Sha Zhu just now. He just asked Sha Zhu to come back from get off work in the afternoon and cook some food for his younger brothers and sisters at home, that's all.

As for younger siblings going to Shazhu's house for dinner, Xu Qing didn't say anything, but Shazhu himself brought it up.

Xu Qing thanked Shazhu, and then the three of them turned onto the street and walked towards the factory.

Yesterday, on the first day of resumption of work, there were relatively many people and bustling people, but today, there were very few people on the street. When Xu Qing entered the factory, he didn't see many people.

On the contrary, a lot of newcomers came to the factory after the Chinese New Year. At least they were new to work. On the one hand, they all wanted to show a positive performance. On the other hand, most of the newcomers were apprentices, just like Xu Qing.

Naturally, they don’t dare to enter the factory on the spot like regular workers.

In the third workshop where Xu Qing works, no newcomers were assigned yesterday, so he was the first one to enter the workshop.

Just like last year, Xu Qing practiced with the clamp table by himself before the others came.

There will be an assessment in a few months, and Xu Qing's current skills can be said to be a sure winner.

But he didn't relax at all, he still chose to get up early, and still chose to practice for a while.

Passing the full-time assessment is just the first step for Xu Qing. He can raise his salary, improve his family's living standards, and make the three little ones live a good life. In addition to using his abilities, he has to work harder. Just fine.

The technology has advanced to the level of Master Lao Zhang, and he can get tens of dollars a month, nearly hundreds of dollars in salary.

At that time, life will be guaranteed, and if you marry Ma Jinghong, you don't have to worry about her parents' opposition.

However, when Xu Qing thought of Ma Jinghong, he couldn't help but feel a little distracted. He took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and continued to car parts with concentration.

At this moment, Xu Qing ignored everything around him. In his eyes, hands, and heart, there were only the rotating clamp and the parts being polished.

When Er Mazi came in, there was a lot of noise, but Xu Qing ignored it.

He who is silent in the heart flow seems to have opened up a small world of his own, completely isolating the outside world.

Er Mazi saw that Xu Qing had just celebrated the New Year and was so diligent early in the morning, and he suddenly felt that he could no longer act like a fool.

He hurriedly walked to the clamp table he often used, turned his head and glanced at Xu Qing, then started picking up parts with a cigarette in his mouth.

I thought about putting the parts made with Xu Qing together and comparing them.

I don’t believe that my skills are not as good as Xu Qing’s now.

When the two parts were placed together, Er Mazi fell silent.

Looking at what Xu Qing made, and then looking at what he made himself, both parts were qualified according to the standards, and there was no difference from a distance. However, upon closer inspection, his was obviously rougher, while Xu Qing's was even rougher. Precision.

Er Mazi squatted silently at the door of the workshop, smoking a cigarette. At this moment, he just wanted to be quiet.

When the factory officially started working, Ma Jiefang used the name of his work in the security department to patrol the factory all morning, and spent most of the time hanging around the door of the third workshop.

Whenever Xu Qing walked to the door of the workshop to smoke and take a break, Ma Jiefang took the opportunity to go forward and have a chat.

Having lunch in the cafeteria, Xu Qing and Ma Jiefang were together again.

After all, the two of them are close buddies.

Although Ma Jiefang gradually became acquainted with other colleagues in the security department after spending the day yesterday, in general, in his eyes, Xu Qingke was different from them.

The pure and sincere friendship between classmates is there, how can it be compared with the kind of work friendship among colleagues.

After a busy day, the factory bell rang in the afternoon.

Xu Qing walked out of the workshop, walked quickly towards the gate of the factory, and then ran towards the Guang'anmen Cinema.

Ma Jiefang, who was in the concierge, had worn out yesterday's freshness and wandered around all morning. Xu felt bored and hid in the concierge in the afternoon. At this time, he saw Xu Qing being the first to leave the factory today.

Ma Jiefang was a little puzzled, and ran out of the concierge, wanting to ask if something urgent had happened.

As a result, looking at the people coming and going on the street, Xu Qing could no longer be seen. Ma Jiefang suddenly stretched out his hand to scratch his hair with confusion on his face.

And at the same time.

At the entrance of Guang'anmen Cinema, Ma Jinghong's face was as cold as ice, but she waited for Xu Qing with anticipation for a long time.

At this moment, there were people coming and going at the entrance of the cinema, some left after watching the movie, and some just came to buy tickets.

There were also a few fashionable young men and women, leaning on their bicycles, surrounding Ma Jinghong, smoking and chatting actively.

The young man in the lead is even more stylishly dressed. Of course, he only looks trendy in this year.

There are no bells and whistles, nor are there big gold chains or small gold watches. Instead of a high-end sports car, he is surrounded by a brand-new [-]-bar bicycle.

Even so, it also attracted some girls who left after watching the movie to look sideways and sneak peeks.

The leading young man was none other than Cao Xiaojun, the son of the leader of Ma Jinghong's art troupe.

Just two days after Chinese New Year, Cao Xiaojun went to Ma Jinghong's house graciously.

Today he brought people again, and wanted to ask Ma Jinghong to go ice skating in Shichahai, but Ma Jinghong didn't agree, so they followed to the cinema.

At this moment, Cao Xiaojun couldn't bear it any longer, and said:
"Jinghong, who are you waiting for? Isn't your brother at work? You don't want to go skating. I'll accompany you to watch a movie. But you don't agree. If you ask us brothers, we can't just stand here. .”

Ma Jinghong turned to look at Cao Xiaojun, stretched out her hand and pulled the scarf and said:
"Cao Xiaojun, I've made it very clear. I'm not suitable for you. If you prefer to go skating, or go inside to watch a movie, you can just go and don't worry about me."

Cao Xiaojun showed displeasure on his face, looked at Ma Jinghong, smoked, but didn't say anything, who made him like it.

On the contrary, several other girls were jealous from the bottom of their hearts that Cao Xiaojun liked Ma Jinghong. They kept glancing at Ma Jinghong, sizing her up, and making sarcastic remarks about her.

"Ma Jinghong, don't be ignorant of compliments. Brother Xiaojun kindly asked you to go ice skating with us. You insisted on going to the movies, but now you don't go in. We are here to suffer from the cold. You really deserve it!"

Ma Jinghong glanced sideways at the sharp-tongued girl with twisted braids coldly, not bothering to know her as well.

"Hey, Ma Jinghong, why don't you say something nice? Don't let us brothers stay here with you today, right?!"

A dark and thin young man seemed a little impatient, and opened his mouth to complain.

Cao Xiaojun raised his hand and slapped him hard on the head.

"Shouhou, do you have the right to speak? Just stay with me!"

The thin monkey was hit and didn't dare to say a word, which made the other young people burst into laughter.

And the four girls standing beside Cao Xiaojun saw that the thin monkey was scolded by Cao Xiaojun, curled their lips, and stopped sarcastically speaking to Ma Jinghong.

Cao Xiaojun's family is well-off, his father is the head of the art troupe, they all hang out with him, knowing that if they get annoyed, there will be no good fruit to eat, so for a while, they all fell silent.

At this moment, Xu Qing came running anxiously.

After seeing Ma Jinghong, he slowed down a little and gasped.

"Xu Qing, you are here, let's go in and buy tickets."

A smile appeared on Ma Jing's red face. She turned around and headed towards the cinema with Xu Qing.

Seeing this, Cao Xiaojun shouted angrily:
"Jinghong, is this the guy you've been waiting for?!"

Xu Qing didn't pay attention to Cao Xiaojun at first. Firstly, he had never seen him before. Secondly, there were usually a lot of people gathering in front of the cinema, and he didn't know that Ma Jinghong knew him.

At this moment, hearing the other party's name Ma Jinghong, Xu Qing stopped and looked back at Cao Xiaojun.

Cao Xiaojun was also looking at Xu Qing at this time.

Both of them like Ma Jinghong, but Ma Jinghong doesn't like Cao Xiaojun because she likes Xu Qing.

(End of this chapter)