Sumu wood in the quadrangle welcomes spring

Chapter 189 Reunion with Ran

The night in Beijing is beautiful.

Stars are dotted above the head, and the crescent moon hangs on the treetops.

Su Mu felt that this trip was not in vain.

At least for a period of time, small troubles that may affect you are solved.

As for whether they will heal their scars and forget about the pain in the future...

That will have to wait and see how things develop.

A society governed by the rule of law saved them.

This makes it impossible for Sumu to do those "once and for all" things that are familiar to foreign countries.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying in Beijing that "the east is rich and the west is noble, the south is poor and the north is humble".

This is the reason why Su Chuanjun and his family are happy to occupy the magpie's nest.

I cycled back to the courtyard from the south side of Sumuta, crossed Kuan Street, and turned left onto Jiaodaokou South Street.

I saw a familiar figure on the road northeast of the intersection.

The crescent moon hangs in the air, making the street bright and clear like water. The buttocks, which are highlighted by bending over, have obvious traces of sapphire.

Ran Qiuye.

What a coincidence I met her.

Su Mu hesitated for less than a second or two.

Finally, he chose to stop the car and say hello to her.

Let's think of it as help between old friends.

"Did the car chain fall off?"

Su Mu's voice came, and Ran Qiuye seemed obviously startled.

Get up, turn your head.

"Su Mu?"

"haven't seen you for a long time."

In our city, on that familiar street, you suddenly appeared, waving and greeting with a smile, but we can't go back to that day, and we can't talk about the past, just a simple word.

"Yeah, long time no see."

Su Mu took over Ran Qiuye's job and squatted in front of the car to help her tinker with the chain.

Ran Qiuye stood nearby, staring at Su Mu's figure from his face slightly lowered, to then slightly raised.

Two men and women who were once close to each other tacitly chose to separate due to the opposition of the woman's family.

Looking back at the encounter again, it seemed as if there was no way to speak.

From talking about everything to having nothing to say...

"I just heard from the hospital some time ago that you are a teacher at Hongxing Primary School."

"Well, I went there right after graduation. Are you... okay?"

"It's pretty good. I'm assigned to work at the Chinese Academy of Sciences."

"Oh, that's good. Are you in the security department?"

Ran Qiuye knew that Su Mu had become a soldier and had changed careers, so the security work of the public security system and state-owned units and research institutes were relatively compatible.

"Librarian."

Ran Qiuye was startled.

The scene where Su Mu accompanied her to the Dongcheng District Library to read came to mind again.

Every morning I would line up with her at the door and always bring her two eggs.

It was still warm even after it was peeled off, because he kept it in his arms.

My eyes suddenly felt a little sore again.

Now that he works in a library environment every day, will he miss people when he sees things?
"Well, okay. But it seems that the chain on your bike is a little loose. It's best to take the time to have it repaired and cut it off. Otherwise, if you push hard when turning, the chain will fall off."

"Oh, thank you."

The two of them were on the road again, riding side by side, talking about extremely ordinary things, strange and reserved.

"Why did you come home so late?"

"Went to visit a kid in the class. Aren't you quite late? Did you... have a social event? Did you go on a date?"

"The work at the Library of the Chinese Academy of Sciences is different from outside. We work in three shifts and we have just finished get off work."

next intersection.

Su Mu wants to turn left and go back to the courtyard in Nanluogu Lane.

Ran Qiuye wanted to turn right and go back to Xiangyi Hutong.

The bicycle did not stop rotating. Su Mu waved goodbye to Ran Qiuye first, which also made Ran Qiuye's hand that wanted to squeeze the brake secretly relax.

"Goodbye."

Ran Qiuye said very calmly.

But inside he is not as calm as he pretends to be on the outside.

Can we really...see you again?

Goodbye, will it still be like this?
Maybe the two of them are two parallel lines. The past was a coincidental intersection, and then they completely drifted apart.

But there are always many surprises in life.

His students lived in the same courtyard as Su Mu.

I met him again on the street.

The kite with its broken string flew away, but the string was still in my hand.

And the kite accidentally floated in the wind, is it possible...

Is it possible to reconnect that line?

Turning right and turning right again, we came to the gate of our yard.

I think of my old and frail mother at home, whose scholarly aroma has been worn away by the trivialities of life, and the mother who has been hit by her father's death and has become increasingly withdrawn.

Ran Qiuye sighed.

He wanted to push the cart into the hospital, but was suddenly awakened by the coldness on his face.

He reached out and touched it.

Before I knew it, I had already burst into tears.

"Mom, I'm back."

When Ran Qiuye returned to his home in the backyard, he had the usual smile on his lips.

Friendly, easy-going and warm.

You can tell at a glance that this is an elementary school teacher.

"Qiuye, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Ran's mother saw that her daughter's eyes were red, and the whites of her eyes were bloodshot.

"I got sand in my eyes while riding a bike. I'm fine now, mom."

"Oh, come in quickly. The food has been kept warm for you... Is it very windy outside today?"

Ran's mother muttered, turned around and entered the house.

My daughter sometimes has to visit students' homes and doesn't come home on time, but the mother is still very dedicated to taking care of her daughter.

How can any mother want to make her daughter suffer?

When Su Mu returned to the courtyard, every household had finished eating.

Some people gathered together in twos and threes, smoking a cigarette and bragging, which reminded Su Mu of the brief time when Su Yingjun and his sister-in-law also lived in the courtyard.

Nowadays, it is very convenient for the two brothers to communicate with each other. There are telephones in the office.

It's just that Su Yingjun is more accustomed to correspondence.

People who lived through that era would not make phone calls unless there was something urgent, especially if they occupied the public phone line and called their younger brother to chat about family matters.

This kind of behavior is really incorruptible to a certain level.

In this era, Su Yingjun is not an exception, but an inconspicuous one among the general public.

Rat droppings are a very small minority.

Su Mu didn't want to cook today, so he worked two shifts in a row. Coupled with Cao Cuixiang's commotion, he felt a little tired both physically and mentally.

After changing into a home suit, I went to the kitchen to tidy up for a few minutes. Su Mu brought out two large spinach steamed buns worth about eight taels, two meat dishes and one soup.

There are a lot of finished ingredients in his space.

Cooking and eating on weekdays is a fun and reminder to return to society.

In the past, when he was traveling around the world on missions, he encountered all kinds of bad situations. Hoarding high-calorie foods, finished grains, meat, etc. became his unique hobby.

In fact, the soldiers there just don't have a golden finger like Sumu. If someone has it, their hobby will definitely be this.

No need to think deeply.

After all, being able to enter that place shows that his overall strength is already the best among the soldiers.

The proportion of combat attrition is much smaller than the non-combat attrition caused by extremely harsh environments.

When Qin Huairu pushed the door open and entered the house, she happened to see Su Mu enjoying a meal.

Steamed buns in one hand, sauced elbows in the other, mouth full of oil.

She couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Su Mu looked up and said nothing.

With his mouth full of steamed buns and meat, he didn't even have to drink seaweed and egg drop soup to fill the cracks, so he had no time to talk to her.

But so be it.It's already the middle of the month, so those people running back and forth must mean that the family's granary has bottomed out.

In the past, without Su Mu's thick legs, Qin Huairu's family could last until the end of the month.

But with the addition of Sumu as a backer, the tension about eating and drinking has become significantly less intense.

A little extravagant spending can turn a grain of food into nothing.

For example, in the past few years, although He Yuzhu provided lunch box support, and Qin Huairu made advances from the factory and brought food home in various ways...

While struggling to survive, Qin Huairu always ate Erhe Noodles.

The white flour steamed buns were only enough to feed the three children for more than half a month.

What now?
Even Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu mainly cook white flour steamed buns. Occasionally they cook stick noodle porridge, or steam two pots of stick noodle steamed buns for snacks.

The quality of life has changed dramatically.

This also led to Qin Huairu coming to Sumu more and more often.

Invisibly, Qin Huairu's dependence on Sumu has also increased.

Maybe the two of them don't have any feelings, but they do a lot of business.

Naturally there will be some tacit understanding.

and so……

I ate all the sumu, a pork elbow with soybean paste, a plate of fried bacon with garlic sprouts, a kilogram and six taels of staple food, and a large bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup.

He burped slightly and shivered several times in comfort.

Another good time passed.

Comrade Qin Huairu, an underground worker, crawled out from under the table and cleaned up the mess.

There are homemade knee pads under her panties. Let alone half an hour, even half an hour later, her legs will not be numb.

Take the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen and wash them with water.

Before going to 'sweep the floor' under the table, the little widow went to the kitchen to boil water on the briquette stove.

The time is right now, so I pour the water into the thermos and go back to the house to make a pot of tea for Uncle Su who is sitting at the table with his eyes closed and concentrating.

Let this man be able to take a sip at any time after returning from the sage moment.

Once the service is comfortable, the rest will be easy to talk about.

This is a tacit understanding between Su Mu and Qin Huairu.

Twenty pounds of white flour is enough to last until the beginning of next month.

This time Sumu added 10 more eggs.

If you work hard, do things well, and do things exquisitely, you deserve to be rewarded.

Without a carrot hanging in front of you, how can you get the people below to work harder.

Sumu is not a cake, it makes him feel comfortable, and he is really willing to give it.

midnight.

Su Mu turned off the lights and entered the 'grandma's courtyard'.

Once a person who practices martial arts enters the door, it is like a bamboo raft entering a river, like a boat sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat.

If you don't practice for three days, you will feel uncomfortable all over. If you stop practicing for a month, even an expert can see it.

Sumu's martial arts practice was like being possessed by an evil spirit, and he was very addicted.

Other areas in the space have normal time and several times of leverage. Only the attic of the villa where he practiced was manipulated to the maximum multiple.

But the leverage multiple of farmland is even greater than half.

This time, after Sumu's inner breath circulated for less than half of the usual amount, he frowned.

There is nothing wrong with the technique, and there is nothing wrong with the practice.

Just ...

The extent to which the effect has deteriorated is already somewhat obvious.

Su Mu made a slight estimate and found that today's inner breath went through a big cycle and was about [-]% less than before.

He groped his chin and thought for a while.

Su Mu recalled the scene of Goldfinger's 'resurrection' in his mind.

Thinking of the process of Shi Niang’s near death and recovery.

For those ingredients, the longer they are left in space, the greater the degree of liking...

Jade?
In other words, the spiritual energy in jade?
The contents of the three underground secret rooms in Xijixiang Hutong were collected.

Among them is a large room of jewelry and jade.

After being taken in, Su Mu's space had greater time leverage.

It seems now that the time lever consumes 'energy'.

Do not misuse.

Don't even waste it.

There is already a lot of food accumulated over the years, so there is no need to use more leverage.

Don’t add fish, shrimps and crabs from the lake bay.

Remove it, save a little bit.

Foreign objects are only auxiliaries and supplements for life.

Now that we have discovered the use of energy, we naturally focus on the core first.

At Su Mu's current stage, his core is inner breath cultivation.

Being strong is fundamental.

But we can’t put the cart before the horse.

just...

Since the deterioration in efficiency has been so clearly felt, it means that the deficit is quite large.

Now even if all the other time levers I added are removed, it is estimated that the long-term water cannot quench the near-term thirst...

It will be used up one day.

It’s better to plan ahead.

Su Mu thought about it and suddenly remembered it.

I can imitate the countryside six or seven years ago.

When there was no food at home, he went to dig mouse holes in the fields.

Not only does it contain the food that the mice helped save, but it itself is also very fat...

Digging out a nest is a combination of staple food plus meat and vegetables.

There are also bears breaking sticks.

Blind Xiong was tearing it apart in the ground in front of him, and he could just pick it up later.

It's all a waste anyway.

It would be better to save yourself by wasting it.

Well, then... let's do it this way.

All he has to do is stroll around, wait for the wind and clouds to rise, and then follow the bear to pick up corn cobs.

That's it.

After a brief thought, Su Mu returned to practice again.

Since the efficiency has become a bit worse, extend the training time to make up for it.

Anyway, I have rest tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so I have a lot of time.

Same night.

The west wing of the courtyard backyard.

Xu Damao was drinking at home.

If there is no appetizer, just drink it dry.

Logically speaking, this is not Xu Damao's style, he is someone who enjoys it.

But recently, for the wild flower Qin Jingru, she spent money like water.

And ever since she had a quarrel with Lou Xiao'e after the New Year, this girl was really angry and never came back.

When Xu Damao goes to the countryside to show movies, most of the benefits he can get are things. If he really dares to take money, he will make a big mistake.

The price/performance ratio is not high, no one dares to give it, and he doesn’t dare to ask for it either.

The inventory now pales in comparison.

But Qin Jingru seemed to know the taste of food, and wrote letters every now and then to come to the capital.

It is also human nature.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

Qin Jingru was already used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas in the restaurants in the capital, so she could bear to live at home and eat braised vegetables.

This is also the source of Xu Damao's worries.

I don’t have much money, how can I get some money?
Xu Damao thought about it over and over again, but his only idea was Lou Xiao'e.

The one with the lowest risk factor is the one that can be done once and for all.

Only the Lou family.

The family has a big business, let alone the father-in-law who is known as Lou Bancheng. Even if Lou Xiaoe has a little leakage between his fingers, it will be enough for him to eat and drink for several months.

If it doesn't work, I'll go home tomorrow and use my mother's honor to come up with a roundabout tactic for the Lou family.

(End of this chapter)