Chapter 1270

A burst of engine sounds rang out, and Song Yunping subconsciously looked up.

She saw a sidecar motorcycle driving over on the road from the county town, and the person driving the motorcycle was none other than Wang Yan, whom she had only met once, had been in contact with alone for twenty minutes, and who made her happy and worried.

She stood up hurriedly, went up the slope, stood by the roadside, and just waited for Wang Yan's arrival.

The motorcycle came over, and Wang Yan smiled and raised his head: "Waiting for me?"

"No, I'm just sunbathing outside and reading for a while."

"It's okay, no need to be embarrassed." Wang Yan raised his eyebrows at her, and then without waiting for her shyness, he increased the throttle a bit and parked the motorcycle at the Song family's door.

Song Yunping followed: "Is this the motorcycle from your factory?"

"This motorcycle's age is about to catch up with mine. The county public security bureau rode it until it broke, and no matter how they repaired it, it wouldn't work. I had the factory collect it and repaired it myself after tinkering for more than a month."

"I didn't ask you."

"I just wanted to tell you."

Wang Yan laughed happily, then took a bag from the sidecar and sent it over. Song Yunping caught it subconsciously, and then her hand sank violently, almost hitting the ground.

She asked: "What is this?"

"The review outline I listed for you, as well as textbooks. Besides, I also brought you some leisure books, which can help you pass the time."

Saying this, Wang Yan took another bag from the sidecar and met the Song mother who came out upon hearing the sound: "Auntie, this is what I brought for the family, you take it."

"Oh my, Wang Yan, you should take it back quickly, we don't want it." Song mother refused repeatedly.

After a small dispute like this, Song mother still accepted the things and urged Wang Yan not to bring things over again in the future...

Wang Yan followed into the house and sat down at the table with Song Yunping. Song Yunping flipped through the outline Wang Yan wrote by hand and various books, while Song mother poured tea for Wang Yan and then went to stay outside; she didn't get in the way.

"The handwriting is really beautiful." Song Yunping gave her approval.

Wang Yan drank tea and nodded happily: "Practiced since childhood, a childhood skill."

"Can you write calligraphy?"

"What I practiced was the brush. My grandfather was a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and generally, traditional Chinese medicine doctors can write; it was he who taught me, and I started practicing at three years old."

"I can do a little too." Song Yunping nodded in approval and said, "It was also my father who taught us, but I don't write as well as Xiaohui, and Xiaohui doesn't write as well as you."

"Normal, generally speaking, no one writes better than me."

Song Yunping glanced at Wang Yan, then picked up other books and changed the subject: "I haven't read these books."

"Tell me what you have read."

"Selected Works of Mao, Complete Works of Lu Xun, How the Steel Was Tempered..." Song Yunping muttered a bunch, mainly red reading materials, "Actually, our family had many books before, but later they were all confiscated and burned. At that time, I was still young, and I hadn't read many books."

At this time, the county town was not lacking in spirit, because there were Xinhua bookstores in the county. Books that could be bought in big cities could be bought here, and even some that couldn't be bought in big cities might be bought here.

But books were not cheap, and Song Yunping was also very far from the county town, and coming and going was inconvenient, so she hadn't read many books.

Wang Yan then nodded and said: "Then you haven't read most of my books."

"Do you have many books?"

"Two thousand, maybe."

"So many?" Song Yunping was very surprised.

This was normal surprise; anyone who saw so many books in Wang Yan's house in this year would be surprised. After all, it was a large-scale confiscation and concentrated burning before.

So what Song Yunping was surprised about was actually whether there were books that crossed the line.

Wang Yan understood her meaning very well and smiled: "Most of them are books that aren't allowed to be read."

"Then how did you..."

"I was still young at that time, and I secretly found the place where books were burned in the county and picked up the complete ones."

"Then later..."

"They were confiscated once, and I stole them back again."

"You are really bold."

"What about now?"

"Now I have a little face." Wang Yan said it very modestly.

"Really good." Song Yunping explained again, "I mean it's really good that you have so many books to read."

"Isn't that still because I'm really good? You might as well be more direct."

Song Yunping's pretty face flushed, she didn't look at Wang Yan, and seemed to be flipping through books very seriously.

"How about going to my house to take a look? You can take a few more back. We can also stroll around the county town." Wang Yan nodded to himself, "Alright, it's settled. Let's go."

"Ah?"

"Let's go! The motorcycle is fast, we can go back and forth in an hour, how convenient. Let's go, let's go."

"Ah?"

Song Yunping was still a little dazed, Wang Yan had already stood up and left, she hesitated for a moment, and hurriedly went back to get some money, then sat in the sidecar of the motorcycle. After greeting Song mother, the two set off.

The sound of the engine echoed in her ears, the smell of incompletely burned gasoline lingered at the tip of her nose, the cool wind hit her face, and the bumpy road made people rise and fall. At a speed of twenty kilometers, it really had a feeling of flying.

"Persist, persist, we'll be there soon." Wang Yan turned his head to look at Song Yunping, who closed her eyes to avoid the sand and dust and also felt the wind.

The latter shouted loudly: "I'm fine."

Wang Yan smiled and focused on riding the motorcycle. In this situation, it was really not suitable for talking; opening your mouth meant wind and sand.

Song Yunping felt very good; at this moment, in this era that was still shackled, she felt free.

She looked at Wang Yan beside her, whose hair was blown up, eyes slightly narrowed, and a shallow smile hanging on the corner of his mouth...

Riding all the way to the door of his house, after greeting people he was familiar with, Wang Yan took Song Yunping into the yard.

"You don't even lock the door?"

"If they want to steal, you can't stop them."

At this time, the door didn't have such a complex structure; it was just a metal door latch, screwed onto the wooden door, and buckled with a very ordinary lock. If you had great strength, you could destroy the structure by forcing the double doors open. If you were afraid of the sound being loud, you could pry it with a screwdriver, and you could also easily destroy it and enter the door.

"Please." Wang Yan opened the door and gestured to Song Yunping.

Song Yunping walked into the house and looked at the environment: "You keep it quite clean."

Wang Yan gave the same answer as he did to the Song family's second aunt, then pointed to the east and west rooms and said: "Sleep in the east room, read books in the west room."

So Song Yunping entered the west room. Although she had imagined it long ago, seeing the pile of books in Wang Yan's house really gave her a sense of impact. After all, this was not a bookstore, but someone's home.

When there are many books, there is a sense of immersion; the power of culture seems to be truly embodied there. Even people who don't read books or study, when they go to a bookstore and see the books arranged densely, they can't help but have a desire to flip through them. Not to mention whether they can read them or not, at least they will cooperate with the environment and flip through a couple of pages in a decent way.

"Really many, I feel two thousand is less."

Wang Yan smiled: "I estimated it, I haven't counted it carefully."

"Have you read them all?" Song Yunping asked.

"Read half of them. You see what you want to read, and take them together when you go back."

"No need, you've already given me quite a few, enough for me to read for several months, let's talk after I finish reading."

Song Yunping walked to the table, looked at the pile of calligraphy and paintings folded up, and looked at Wang Yan in surprise, "Are they all written by you, drawn by you?"

"Obviously." Wang Yan nodded with a smile.

"You are really amazing."

"Thank you."

"Can I take two back for my father to see?"

"Take them all, they are useless after being written, either for lighting a fire or wiping your butt."

"That's too much of a pity."

"They are all written by me, drawn by me, I can just write and draw again, there's nothing to pity."

After the two chatted at home for a while, it was lunch time, Wang Yan said to go to the state-run restaurant in the county town to eat, Song Yunping refused, but couldn't resist, so she had to follow.

After leaving the house, Song Yunping said: "I want to go to my second aunt's house to see, since we are here, it's not right not to see."

"Let's go."

"Then I'll go buy something."

Wang Yan shook his head, turned back to the house, and brought out another bag of fruit: "Take this."

"No need, no need, I'd better..."

Wang Yan didn't talk much with her, and went to the Song family's second aunt's house first. Song Yunping was helpless and had to follow.

Except for the two boys, the Song family's second aunt's family members were all there, Song Yunping and Wang Yan went over and received a warm welcome. They said to let the two eat here, Wang Yan and Song Yunping refused, and left after sitting for a few minutes.

Song Yunping went out first, the Song family's second aunt pulled Wang Yan: "Little Wang, my eldest son's work..."

"I'm asking about it, second aunt, just put your heart in your stomach, he will definitely have a job this month."

The Song family's second aunt then let go and enthusiastically sent the two out of the door.

Walking side by side on the road, Song Yunping asked with a smile: "What did my second aunt say to you?"

"She asked me to help arrange work for her eldest son."

So Song Yunping was silent, she obviously thought it was because of her.

Wang Yan said with a smile: "You don't need to think too much, this matter has a relationship with you, but it doesn't have such a significant relationship. I have no father, no mother, no relatives, you second aunt introduced us to a blind date, I went, that itself is accepting a sentiment from the second aunt. I liked you, liked you, and you liked me, this is another one, this one will be calculated when we get married, count as a big sentiment.

But if we didn't get along, it couldn't be blamed on the second aunt, I would definitely still want to thank her. Now that she has stated the work problem of the children in the family, it is also right for me to help find a way out, returning the favor.

This family of the second aunt is still okay, they are all honest and upright people, it is really that the child's work has become a problem now, and the family is not wealthy, otherwise they would definitely not open this mouth."

Wang Yan certainly understood the Song family's second aunt very well; life is not an ideal country, and in the county town where relationships are complex, it is not that everyone can find so-called relationships. Then you have to find a way.

After all, their eldest son is sixteen years old, and in less than two years he will have to go on a blind date and get married, without a job, without an income, how to find a good girl then, this is a series of things.

Song Yunping said "um", and then asked: "Then can you really handle it?"

"I have a little face." Wang Yan raised his eyebrows at her, "Formal employees definitely won't work, but arranging a temporary worker is still no big problem."

"You must not make things difficult for yourself."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile.

A few steps away, the two got on the motorcycle again and set off, going to the state-run restaurant located on the prosperous street in the county town.

This road is really the essence of Jin Ling County; the intersection is the location of the county government, and on this road, state-run restaurants, Xinhua bookstores, post offices, banks, clothing stores, grain and oil stores, non-staple food stores, supply and marketing cooperatives, etc., include people's clothing, food, housing, and transportation, as well as production and living needs, which is the absolute CBD.

"Brother Yan."

"Oh my, Brother Yan, is this your partner? Hello, sister-in-law!"

"Wang Yan, where are you going? Is this your partner?"

"Little Wang..."

Along the way, many people greeted Wang Yan, which made Song Yunping very surprised.

Even when they arrived at the state-run restaurant, Wang Yan chatted with the manager and service staff inside, all the way to the master chef who cooked in the back...

Opening the soda bottle and placing it in front of Song Yunping, Wang Yan held the cigarette that someone had just given him, crossed his legs, leaned on the chair, drinking soda and smoking, feeling at ease.

Song Yunping felt very uncomfortable being looked at, she couldn't help but lean forward and asked curiously: "Do you know so many people?"

"How could I know them all? It's just that more people know me."

"What have you done? Why do so many people know you?"

"My parents left early, and at that time the children bullied me, so I fought with them, and fought until before I went to university." Then, Wang Yan briefly introduced his terrible encounter before.

He wouldn't say he beat people half to death, knocked out their teeth, and scared people until they peed and pooped. He would only talk about the grievances he suffered, only talk about the helplessness of life, only talk about the resistance in the haze...

Jin Ling County is really too small, with a population of less than 210,000. Among them, there are many people in the townships and villages below. At this time, the national urbanization rate is 17.9%, and it will be even lower in the poor and backward Jin Ling County. The resident population within Jin Ling County town is only a little over 30,000.

Plus, there are relatively few entertainment activities in this era, and the connection between people is relatively deep, so as long as there are some relatively lively things, they will soon spread throughout the county town.

According to the background given by the living father, after his parents left, he started fighting with his peers. When he was fifteen, his body was almost developed, his height and weight were up, and he started fighting with adults, forcing himself to become a hot spot in the county. Peers, those a few years older, a few years younger, and the families of those he beat, all knew him.

Especially when he was sixteen, because his steel factory job was squeezed out, and he knocked out the leader's two front teeth, that was even more explosive. After that, every time he fought, he could always make the headlines, and the county public security bureau was like his home.

He really had reason, whether in literature or martial arts, he had reason.

It was only later that he went to university for three years, and he became a legend in the county. When he came back, Wang Yan also came...

"You have really suffered these years." Song Yunping already felt a little heartache.

Their family's background is not good, they suffered white eyes and suffered crimes, but Wang Yan's background is as good as it can be, as red as it can be, and he was still bullied, forced to become like this, one person without support, it seems even more miserable than their family.

Wang Yan waved his hand with a smile: "It's nothing, I haven't suffered any losses in fighting for so many years. In terms of food and drink, I led my father's salary and pension in the early years, and I didn't lack anything, growing up strong until now. The food is served, eat while it's hot, you eat more, look at how thin you are."

Just like that, the two had a lunch, and strolled around the street without spending a penny, looked at books in the bookstore, and in the afternoon, Wang Yan sent Song Yunping back to Hongwei Town.

"Here, this is all the money I have." Song Yunping stood by the car and patted the money in her hand into Wang Yan's hand, "You must accept it, otherwise... otherwise I won't go out with you in the future!"

"I have money."

"That's yours, this is mine!"

"Sooner or later we will be one family, why say these polite words."

"Who is one family with you? Don't talk nonsense." Song Yunping hit Wang Yan not lightly or heavily, "I won't keep you, otherwise it will be dark. You pay attention to safety when riding, don't ride so fast."

"Got it."

Wang Yan responded, then turned the motorcycle head under Song Yunping's gaze, waved goodbye to Song Yunping, and went back to the county town.

Under the sunset, Song Yunping smiled, watching the back waving on the sidecar go far away, and didn't come back to her senses until she couldn't see it.

When she turned her head and wanted to enter the door, she saw her parents together at the door of the yard, smiling at her.

"Dad, Mom, why don't you have any movement." Song Yunping was a little embarrassed.

"Where is there no movement? It's that you can't hear." Song mother hummed, "And you didn't say to keep him to sit for a while, and eat dinner before going back."

"It's almost dark, it's not safe for him to ride." Song Yunping explained, and then returned home with her parents.

Under the questioning of her parents, Song Yunping truthfully confessed what the two did in the county town, but she wisely didn't say that Wang Yan became a celebrity in the county town for fighting, but said that the second aunt asked Wang Yan to help arrange work for her eldest son.

Song mother looked at Song father, Song father spoke: "Wang Yan's words are reasonable, and there is no other way, it's good that he can understand."

"Then do I still need to tell them about this?" Song mother asked.

"No need, why say it so clearly, they are also kind enough to introduce a partner to our Xiaoping. Wang Yan said it's okay, said he can handle it, then we don't talk too much. Just know it in our hearts."

Song father smiled, "Wang Yan is very amazing in this regard, transparent."

Wang Yan could have not told their family, but he told them, and even promised to handle it. If you say Wang Yan has any special meaning, others don't look down on it, just treat them as one family, let them know about the second aunt's matter. But at the same time, he denied that the Song family's second aunt was selling favors with Song Yunping, but believed that they were kind.

But he didn't say it, didn't want Song Yunping to think too much.

He didn't have that much ability, life encounters were like this, he had no way, but he saw it clearly...

"By the way, Dad, Wang Yan can also write calligraphy, can draw, I brought some back for you to see, they are all especially good."

Song Yunping took out a stack of folded paper from her bag, including rice paper and newspapers, and spread them on the table to display.

"The level is very high, anyway, it's much stronger than me. And this painting, it looks comfortable." Song father didn't evaluate, admitted he was not as good, and said, "Put it away, don't let people see it, otherwise this trouble will come again."

This is also one of the four olds, old ideas, old culture, old customs, old habits, calligraphy and painting art is in the ranks of old culture. It's fine for Wang Yan to write and draw at home, but it's not very good if it spreads out. Although it is already 1978, this is a backward county town, and if a big hat is put on, it is necessary to argue.

So Song Yunping folded the calligraphy and paintings again, put them in her room and put them away.

After a while, dinner was ready, and the three people chatted and laughed about Wang Yan, and also talked about Song Yunhui who was studying at university.

Song Yunping said she wanted to write a letter to Song Yunhui, to talk about the things that happened recently...