I Became the Favorite of Big Bosses

Chapter 421 The era I am in is the era you are in

Mother Wei recognized a breath from her nose angrily. She didn't want to talk to Wei Xueliang, so she rolled up her sleeves and went to the kitchen.

By chance, Wei Lin, who was dressed neatly in a military coat, came down from upstairs. "Dad, where are your car keys? Lend me the car to drive for a day."

 “I won’t lend it to you.”

 Wei Lan and Gu Chao were so sweet, Wei Lin felt itchy and thought of Song Qi.

“Why?” Wei Lin stamped his foot and went up to dig into the pocket of Wei Xueliang’s Zhongshan jacket. “Hurry up, there’s not much left in the afternoon.”

Wei Xueliang pushed Wei Lin away, stood up and kicked the ground with the toes of his riding boots. He went back to the room and took out a windbreaker and white scarf, then turned and went to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Wei's mother was washing dishes. Her back suddenly pressed against a hard chest, and then she put a scarf around her neck.

 “What are you doing? Be careful and drop the bowl!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei's mother was covered by a windbreaker and was half pushed and half hugged by Wei Xueliang and taken out of the kitchen.

 “Wei Xueliang!?”

 “Let Ah Lin wash the bowls and let’s go to the opera. There must be a red note on the edge of the year.”

 Wei’s mother came from a cultural troupe. She can sing and dance, and she even likes to watch others sing and dance. Wei Xueliang has known this for a long time.

Wei Lin:…?

The door had been closed with a clang from the outside. Wei Lin stamped his feet, glanced at the kitchen, and finally ran out the door.

 You can wash bowls and other things after you come back, but you still have to go out the door first.

“Dad! Dad! When I go to the opera house and pass by the station, please take me to the station!”

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 “The snow in Beijing is the most beautiful, look at it, Brother Chao!”

The bus stopped near Guxiang in Jingnan District. Wei Lantian got off the bus and ran to the other side of the road. Under the towering ash and willow trees, there were courtyards with a simple and quaint atmosphere next to each other.

 The eaves of the courtyard are covered with white snow, and old or new red lanterns are hung under the eaves.

The towering old trees are now bare, and under the gray sky with heavy snowflakes, the houses in this area are made more simple and historic.

It happened that several children wearing old mandarins, rat tails and tiger head hats ran past, joking and pushing each other. For a moment, Wei Lan even thought that she was not living in the 1970s, but in the 1970s. It was earlier in the late Qing Dynasty.

Wei Lan suddenly stopped, and after a while, he turned slightly and smiled at Gu Chao: "It's very contemporary."

 “A sense of time?”

There were not many people on the street, but there were still buses and bicycles passing by. After hearing Wei Lan's words, Gu Chao frowned slightly and led her away from the center of the road. "It's simple and has national characteristics, but the age Feeling, how should I say it?”

Seeing the large courtyard, Gu Chao was just stunned for a moment, and he was not frightened.

What Wei Lan didn't know was that when Gu Chao was a child, the Gu family had a courtyard like this with green bricks and black tiles, or even bigger.

She turned her head to the side and her eyes were bright. She saw a thin layer of snow on Gu Chao's shoulders. She stretched out her hand to help Gu Chao flick it away. Another passage came to her mind:

 I really want to turn into snow, so that it can fall on Mr.’s shoulders.

"Hahaha!"

Wei Lan burst into laughter, raised her arched eyebrows, narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly, and two small crystal tears of laughter fell from the long eyelashes at the corners of her eyes, "For example, when we came from the city, there were people wearing bright clothes and driving cars. There are people in the National People’s Congress, but here, people’s lifestyle has always remained the same as before, and even the environment has not changed at all.”

“It will make people feel as if they are in another world when they set foot on this land.”

This feeling is very strange, and it reminds Wei Lan of the time when he had just traveled through time.

 “Don’t think too much about it, huh?”

Wei Lan's heart felt heavy, and her head suddenly felt heavy.

Gu Chao stood sideways next to Wei Lan, his broad and warm palm brushed over Wei Lan's head, "There is nothing out of date."

 “The era I am in is the era you are in, there is no doubt about it.”

I wonder if he is too emotional. Every time Wei Lan brings up similar topics, he will feel worried about gains and losses.

As the old saying goes, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou…

 Gu Chao was afraid that everything in front of him was an illusory dream, and when he woke up from the dream one day, he would not be able to hold on to the light in front of him.

Gu Chao's eyes felt hot, and he leaned forward and pulled Wei Lan into his arms, hugging him tightly. "The road ahead is still long. Do you want to go see the mountains and the sea together?"

Wei Lan sniffed and nuzzled into Gu Chao's arms, her tears falling all over him.

 “Of course.” She nodded vigorously.

  She has found the meaning of her coming to this world, and of course she will go on with him in the future.

Thinking of the two of them outside, Wei Lan's cheeks puffed up, her cheeks were slightly red, and she pushed Gu Chao away. She turned around and her long hair swayed beautifully, "There is delicious food in the alley. Let's hurry up while it's still early!"

"Yeah." Gu Chao nodded, his eyes reflecting the girl's back, and he kept up with the girl's pace.

With all my heart and eyes, there is only one girl.

The main road of Guxiang is eight meters wide, with a length of 787 meters from the beginning to the end. There are side roads everywhere on both sides of the main road.

The entire Guxiang is divided into more than 200 alleys of various sizes by these lanes.

 In these small alleys, folk craftsmen live among them, and sometimes they open small doors to do business in order to make a living.

Wei Lan took Gu Chao through the alleys according to her vague memory, and finally stopped at the entrance of a small courtyard with a broken door plaque.

There is a faint sweet smell in the air. Under the broken door plaque, there is a rectangular cutout on the wooden door pull ring, which looks like another small door on the door.

"It should be right here." Wei Lan knocked on the wooden door, "Is there anyone there?"

There was a sound of footsteps stepping on the snow in the door, and soon the door panel shook. The person inside pressed against the door panel, and his voice was hoarse and old, sounding like an old man in his seventies or eighty, "Who is it? What's the matter?"

Wei Lan turned around and winked at Gu Chao, then pressed her hands against the door panel and lowered her voice, "Sir, do you have any of the Jingba items?"

There was suddenly no sound at the door. Wei Lan frowned, "Master?"

  Could it be that you made a mistake?

Just when Wei Lan fell into doubt, the small door on the door panel opened a gap. Wei Lan quickly took a step back, pursed her lips and smiled obediently, "Happy New Year, uncle!"

The haggard old man looked through the crack in the door and saw that there was only a young man and woman. He felt quietly relaxed and said "Haha" with a smile and said "Happy New Year".

“It’s cold and I can’t find any honey. I don’t have any honey in Jingba or Xiaosi. Can I do that?”

 “What are the four small items?”

"There are donkeys rolling around, pea yellow, mung bean cake, hibiscus cake." The old man wearing a treasure cap and a goat's beard leaned against the door panel and showed Wei Lan the wrench index, "They are all the same price, four taels of food stamps, eight cents A pound of money.”

Wei Lan asked again, "Uncle, how long can this cake last? I want to take it to the south to give away."

The old man shook his head and replied with a smile: "It's cold, it's not a problem to store it for half a month, but you have to be careful. Except for the hibiscus cake, the other three cakes are soft and cannot be pressed. If they are crushed, can you give them away later?" It looks good." Wei Lan nodded slightly, staggered her steps and asked Gu Chao, "How about four pounds of each?"

 Since it can be stored for such a long time, it would be good to give some away and keep some for your own family.

 Besides, this is made by old craftsmen. I don’t know how many times better than the fruit candies in the supply and marketing cooperative.

 There is a rattan box. If you pack it in a rattan box alone, you don’t have to worry about bumping or squeezing.

Gu Chao nodded lightly, opened his windbreaker and took out the money and tickets. Wei Lan rushed to the old man at the door and said: "Uncle, give us four kilograms of each, half a kilogram per pack!"

After talking about the requirements and quantity, the old man closed the small door and started to prepare. Gu Chao and Wei Lan stood at the door waiting.

This alley is a wind outlet, and the cold wind is howling. The old red lanterns under the eaves are swaying back and forth. Wei Lan exhales puff after puff of white mist, and his face turns red from the cold. He is pitiful and cute at the same time.

 “Is it cold?”

 Gu Chao pulled Wei Lan and turned around. His tall body turned his back to the entrance of the alley to block the cold wind. He pinched Wei Lan's little hand, which was so cold that the fingertips turned purple, and held it in his heart. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'll go back after buying."

"How can that be done?" Wei Lan rolled her eyes, withdrew her hands and stuffed them into her pockets. Her shoes and feet were cold, so she stamped her feet, her face stubborn and tight, refusing to refuse, "There are still a lot of places I haven't gone to! I haven't drunk the bean juice either. , I also want to eat braised pork...ah! Yes!"

 Gu Chao looked at her intently, "What?"

“Didn’t I mention cameras before? You haven’t taken photos yet, right? Photo studios in H Province are not common, but there are many in Beijing!”

Wei Lan raised his head, smiling smugly and proudly. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew in through his collar. Wei Lan shivered from the cold, and quickly retracted his head, grabbing Gu Chao's sleeves and acting coquettishly, "Why are you so coquettish?" Have you been going back for a long time? I also want to take photos with you later."

Wei Lan's tone was delicate and soft, and Gu Chao couldn't stand her behavior. He was pulled and swayed twice, and he quickly lost his position.

“Then let’s go find a place to eat the soybean juice you mentioned and cook it, and then we can go back again when the weather warms up.”

Wei Lan jumped happily, "Okay!"

The two of them had just reached a consensus when the door panel behind them shook, the small door opened, and the old man's withered face came into view.

A thin stack of national food stamps totaling six kilograms and four taels and twelve yuan and eighty cents were handed over. The old man handed out the packaged cakes from the small door, "Be careful."

The pastries are wrapped in oil paper and fine hemp rope, perhaps because they were said to be given away. Each small oil paper package is also covered with red paper as big as a baby's fist, with good fortune and blessing written in the center.

Seeing Wei Lan staring down at the red paper, the old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I hope you won't dislike my little grandson's graffiti."

Although the handwriting is immature, it has the beginning of a groove. Gu Chao was silent for a moment and said sincerely: "The old man is humble, the child is very smart. If you train him well, he will have a bright future."

Wei Lan smiled and handed the pastry package tied into a gourd string to Gu Chao, "I think so!"

People are in high spirits during happy events. Hearing such kind words for the first business in the coming year made the old man feel happy and couldn't hide the smile on his face.

After all the things were handed over to Gu Chao and Wei Lan, the old man bowed deeply to them through the small door and said, "I would like to express my good wishes to you two children, and I wish you two a good relationship as soon as possible and grow old together beautifully."

Although Wei Lan and Gu Chao were close, the old man had seen a lot of people due to his age, and he could tell at a glance that the two were not officially married, so he said this clever thing.

Wei Lan was still stunned by the other party's refined tone, but Gu Chao's expression softened, and the old man responded with a bow, "Thank you for your kind words, sir."

The young man bowed slightly and clasped his fists, but his forehead remained at the normal horizontal angle, unlike the common people living at the bottom.

It doesn’t seem like a deliberate move in return for a gift.

  More like a young master who has been well-educated since childhood.

 They are probably the same type of people.

The old man stroked his beard and chuckled. Without saying anything more, he waved his hand and closed the small door behind his back.

"Let's go." Gu Chaoling leaned over and took Wei Lan's hand, walking out of the alley.

Wei Lan followed him closely, "Did you feel that the old man looked at you strangely just now?"

Gu Chao paused, his lips curled up into a smile full of warmth, "Is there any?"

　　Probably it’s a way for poor people to see people of the same kind...

Hmm, a bit of a pity.

 There is nothing to feel sorry for.

 His life has been good and bad, but his suffering has long been a thing of the past.

Seeing Gu Chao's denial, Wei Lan pursed her lips and thought about it seriously, and it was right.

After all, it was the first time we met, so the weird speculations were simply unfounded.

“Maybe I’m overthinking it!” Wei Lan’s peach blossom eyes curved into small crescents, and her smile was as bright as a pearl. She dragged Gu Chao into another alley, “Now, let’s go and taste the old Beijing cuisine!”

 At the end of Maoer Hutong, there is a small shop of less than ten square meters.

The stove and two large pots occupy one-third of the space in the store, and the remaining two-thirds are occupied by four small tables and several small mats.

 Because it tastes good and is affordable, this small shop has always existed secretly and is guarded by nearby residents.

 When Wei Lan and Gu Chao walked in, there were already two tables of guests in the room.

 “What do you want to eat?” The boss was busy in front of the stove and shouted when he saw the visitor. This short sentence was full of Beijing accent.

 There is a string of small wooden signs hanging on the wall next to the table, with the names of the dishes and prices engraved in crooked handwriting.

“Two large bowls of stewed stew, a small portion of bean juice, a portion of fried liver, and a portion of burnt rings and fried tripe!”

 “Have it!”

The shop owner is a skinny middle-aged man. When he heard that Wei Lan ordered a lot of things, he couldn't hide the smile on his face. He lowered his head and got busy with his hands and feet.

Gu Chao said calmly: "There are so many, won't you be able to finish them all?"

"No!" Wei Lan pursed her pink lips slightly, raising a slight smile, and lowered her voice slightly, "These are snacks, and the amount is different from what you usually eat."

Gu Chao nodded in understanding, recalled what Wei Lan ordered just now, and asked, "Can I just order one serving of bean juice?"

Afraid that Wei Lan was worried about not having enough money, he added, "If you want to eat, just buy it. You don't have to worry about how much money you have."

Wei Lan's peach blossom eyes twinkled slightly and she shook her head, "One serving is enough. I'm tired of drinking it. I just want you to try it."

But I thought in my heart: If you can finish that portion in a while, it will be considered good.

However, the interaction between the two was caught by the guests at the next table. The girl with shiny braids kicked her new partner across the table in displeasure. The meaning was obvious.

Look at how people treat you as a target? Look at you again?

The girl with braided braids looked down at the two small bowls of stewed stew on her side of the table and became very angry.

 (End of this chapter)