Hello, 1983

Liu Qingshan knew nothing about this uncle, whom he had never met before. He never imagined that the vast sea of ​​people would meet in such a way.

In the same way, the middle-aged man on the opposite side was also extremely shocked, but soon, he burst into laughter: "Boy, so you are the Xiaoshanzi mentioned in the letter of the mute boss, alright, don't hurry up and give Shishu a knock! "

Kowtow, are you here?

Liu Qingshan looked at the hustle and bustle of people and couldn't help but pull his face.

This uncle seems to be a little unreliable, and he would ask people to kowtow on the street whenever they meet.

Forget it, who made him his uncle, just knock one!

Just as his knees were about to bend to the ground, his shoulders were grabbed by a big hand, and with just a slight mention, Liu Qingshan's entire body was immediately suspended in the air.

Well, it seems that it is indeed the uncle.

Liu Qingshan really believed it this time. If it was someone else, would he be able to pick him up like a chicken?

After letting go of his hand, the middle-aged man said with a look of disgust: "Boss, this is wrong, why did you take it for no use?"

Liu Qingshan suddenly had a black line on his face: Uncle, can you think about my feelings?

He immediately explained, "Uncle Master, I have only been studying art with Master for a year."

"Oh, that's not bad. Take it easy, kid, you can't touch women in the past few years, or you'll be useless." Uncle Shi and his old man patted Liu Qingshan on the shoulder, his hands are really not small.

The words are true, and there is also love, but it feels really awkward to listen to.

Liu Qingshan could only hehe twice: "Uncle, I haven't asked you for advice yet..."

"What's so old, I only have four, and I haven't married a wife yet."

The uncle squinted his eyes again, four means that he was just over forty.

Liu Qingshan blinked: The co-author is also an old bachelor. From this point of view, the division is really in the same line.

No, if it is passed down to my generation, it is still the same style, then it will be bad.

He could see it, this uncle, if it sounds good, it is naive, without any scheming, and if it sounds ugly, it is a bit stunned.

But well,

Such a nice guy.

At this time, a tricycle passed by, pressing the bell and saying hello: "Master Mao, how many jobs are you running today?"

Master Maoer, Liu Qingshan blinked, old Beijing had all kinds of "Masters", this Master Maoer generally refers to those who are stupid, and it evolved from the word silly hater.

"The stall is closed. I happened to meet my nephew and come to see me. Our grandfather and I go home and have a good time."

The uncle waved his big hand, then turned to Liu Qingshan and said, "Your uncle, my surname is Ai, and the big name is Ai Wenmao. All these grandson thieves call me Lao Maoer, so you can just call me Lao Maoer Shishu. ."

"Walk around, don't live in the store anymore, go to Uncle Shi's house, and treat it as your own!"

After he finished speaking, he rode on the tricycle carelessly and ran away, so frightened that the fourth man in the car almost called the police uncle.

"Uncle, please stop first, my elder will come over in a while."

Liu Qingshan shouted a few times, but the tricycle was getting faster and faster. He was also anxious, and shouted: "Uncle Lao Mao'er!"

After a squeak, the tricycle stopped, and the fourth and fifth in the car were carried by inertia and flew forward.

The old hat didn't even look back, just stretched out two big fan-like hands, grabbed the two little girls in the air, leaned back on an iron bridge, and put them back on their original seats.

Then he scratched his head and said, "It seems to be the same. I have two rooms, and I really can't live in you."

Seeing the hand he showed just now, Liu Qingshan was also completely convinced.

This is a good kung fu, but the three-wheeled kick is a bit too buried.

When Lao Maoer rode his car back and waited for Lin Zizhou on the road, Liu Qingshan introduced his family to him.

The old hat seems to like children very much, and he picks up the fourth and fifth and throws them up.

The fourth was so frightened that he screamed, while he grinned and laughed.

Liu Qingshan also felt a little pain in his head: Should I call you Uncle Zhou Botong?

So he hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Shi..."

"Call me Uncle Lao Mao'er."

"Okay, Uncle Lao Mao'er, you can find a place nearby. We just got off the train and haven't eaten breakfast yet."

The old hat slapped his forehead: "Forget about this, don't starve us, the fourth and fifth, let's go, the uncle will lead the two of you to drink soy juice!"

"You don't need soy milk, just find a pancake and fruit shop or a fried dough stick soy milk or something."

Liu Qingshan knew that foreigners must not be used to drinking soy juice, so he reminded him quickly.

The old hat was not happy when he heard it: "When you arrive in the capital, you must eat the food of our old capital, bean juice with coke rings, or just a bowl of stewed or fried liver."

Liu Qingshan ignored him, seeing the pancake and fruit seller, he ordered one first, and while eating, he watched the tricycle and waited for Lin Zizhou.

The old hat leads the rest of the people, eat whatever you like, anyway, you can eat enough.

After waiting for a long time, the old hat was carrying the fourth and fifth, and led a group of people around.

That's right, just carrying it, sitting on one shoulder and the other, his shoulders are also wide, let alone two small, even if an adult sits on it, it will be fine.

The fourth and fifth were still holding food in their hands, and they were eating happily. When they saw Liu Qingshan, the fourth handed over the food in their hands:

"Brother, the bean noodles in the capital are better than ours!"

"It's called donkey rolling."

The old hat still corrected his mouth. It was obvious that he really liked children.

Liu Qingshan ate two mouthfuls of donkey rolls. It was soft and glutinous and sweet. It was really good. I asked other people what they were eating. Sure enough, it was either stewed or fried liver.

Fortunately, there are very few people who are picky eaters these days, and some people eat well.

While waiting for the others, it's okay to be idle, Liu Qingshan chatted with the old hater: "Master, you have such skills, why are you still a master?"

"Eat for a meal. If you don't have any other skills, you just need all your strength. What else can you do if you don't do this."

The old hat doesn't care at all, anyway, one person is full, and the whole family is not hungry.

Liu Qingshan grinned: "Then this skill is not a waste, you just find a place, open a martial arts hall, and teach dozens of apprentices every day."

When the old hat heard this, he shook his head again and again: "When I played Shaolin Temple last year, there were quite a few people who had to learn the arts from a teacher. At most, there were more than 100 people. They practiced with me in the park every morning."

"But after practicing and practicing, all of them are withdrawn, and no one is really practicing martial arts."

Liu Qingshan was also puzzled: "Master, what did you teach them?"

"The start is of course standing, and you must stand for an hour every day!"

Liu Qingshan was also completely speechless, thinking about how he gritted his teeth when he started to stand with the dumb grandfather, and then he persevered.

That's because of his toughness of mind, how many ordinary young people can endure this hardship.

After watching the movie, they want to learn how to be handsome. You teach people how to train horses, stances, etc. It's strange if you don't leave.

But that's fine. In the future, it's better to ask Uncle Shi to ride on three wheels and collect things for himself. Anyway, he is familiar with it, and Master Lu will help Zhangyan.

It just happened to be a set, and every day I took Master Lu around in Sijiu City.

So he told his uncle about this plan, and the old hat shook his head like a rattle: "Xiaoshanzi, you can't enter this way, carrying a cage bird, a cockfighting lackey, it's not easy to cheat people!"

Seeing his look of bitterness and hatred, Liu Qingshan also wondered: what's the matter?

Just listening to the old hat'er sighed: "Your uncle, I have suffered greatly, do you know what the uncle's surname is?"

"Didn't you just say your surname was Ai?"

"This Ai... This is the surname changed after the founding of the People's Republic of China. The original surname was Aixin Gioro."

Liu Qingshan blinked and understood: this uncle of feelings was a child of the Eight Banners before.

He persuaded him for a long time, but the old hat didn't get any oil or salt. It looked like he was really scared.

Just as he was talking, he saw Lin Zizhou riding a bicycle and hurried over. When he saw Liu Qingshan and the others, he quickly put the bicycle on the road and asked with a smile:

"Qingshan, why didn't you call earlier so I can pick you up at the station."

After he finished speaking, he greeted Liu Jinfeng and Liu Yinfeng one by one, and pinched Liu Caifeng's little face: "Yo, the fourth and fifth are here, is the capital having fun?"

"Uncle Lin, the capital is fun, and there are many delicious things."

With just a few words from the little old man, he exposed the essence of his snack food.

Shan Xing also called out to Uncle Lin softly. Lin Zizhou knew her background, bent over to stick to her little face, and said lovingly, "Shan Xing is so pretty in Bragi."

Liu Qingshan smiled and shook hands with Lin Zizhou, then pointed to the side and said, "If I troubled Uncle Lin earlier, I would not have met my uncle."

Uncle?

Lin Zizhou couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then shook hands with the old hat: "Hello, bro, is this a fateful meeting?"

"Or you reporters can talk, call me old hat, let's walk, which hostel should we go to?"

The old hat asked with a grin.

Lin Zizhou looked at these people and didn't let them go home. Now the capital is tight, and no one has such a big place.

So he reported the name of a guest house of the Ministry of Culture, and the old man took the fourth and fifth to the car and led the way in front.

Lin Zizhou pushed his bicycle and chatted with Liu Qingshan while walking. Mainly, Lin Zizhou asked about the development of Jiapigou. He also said that he would do another survey until the end of the year.

In this regard, Liu Qingshan naturally welcomes it with both hands.

When he arrived at the guest house, Liu Qingshan was a little stunned: Do you have a basement this year?

Lin Zizhou explained: "There are a lot of people coming to Beijing now, and several hostels I know are full. This used to be an air-raid shelter, but it was converted into a hostel with ventilation fans. I can make do with a few nights. I'll think of a way to tune it for you."

There was Lin Zizhou in his early days, and he moved in smoothly. The house was a little damp, but the facilities were quite complete.