Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

"What? Will the leaders still allow the screening in this horrible weather? Even if I run to the place, the villagers won't come out to watch the movie in this horrible weather, right?"

Xu Damao asked with eyes wide open and a look of astonishment on his face. He muttered to himself, how could anyone be willing to go out in such bad weather?

Brother Zhao smiled, patted Xu Damao on the shoulder and said, "Haha, Damao, we're not showing it in the village. We're showing it in our factory, showing the movie in the house." His tone was relaxed, as if he was accustomed to this arrangement.

Hearing this, Xu Damao's expression eased a little, but he still frowned and said, "But in this weather, the leaders above probably won't even leave the house. Ninety-nine percent of the time, there is no mission. I'm just wasting my time coming here."

He shook his head helplessly, feeling somewhat dissatisfied.

Seeing this, Brother Zhao hurriedly comforted him: "Don't worry, Damao, just rest here. In case a leader comes over, you can look at the documents and let the leader think you are studying, hehe!" After saying that, he blinked cunningly.

After hearing this, Xu Damao's eyes lit up and he immediately smiled: "Hey, that's great, I'll sit here then." As he said that, he walked unceremoniously to a table not far from Brother Zhao and sat down, then took out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes and a box of matches from his pocket and put them on the table. Then, he picked up a document and pretended to read it carefully.

It’s no wonder that the content of this document is quite interesting and full of characteristics of this era. After a short while, Xu Damao was reading it with great interest.

Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was almost noon. At this time, Brother Zhao took out a piece of clean cloth from under the table, carefully wrapped the lunch box, and then stood up to go to the cafeteria to eat.

"Brother Zhao, it's windy and dusty outside, so you don't have to go. It's just a trip anyway, so I can get the food for you." Xu Damao was sharp-eyed and stood up immediately and said to Brother Zhao enthusiastically.

After hearing this, Brother Zhao hesitated: "This is not good. I can't do bureaucratic things."

"Hey, we can go alone or with someone else. We'll have to eat sand anyway. Brother Zhao, your lunch box is wrapped in a piece of cloth. I'll use our lunch boxes to eat. After eating, I'll get you a box of vegetables. Put the steamed buns in my lunch box, and then the sand can't get in. That's it." Xu Damao explained quickly.

Then he added: "Besides, Brother Zhao, you have helped me before. You even lent me a dollar two days ago."

Brother Zhao thought about it and felt that what Xu Damao said made sense, so he smiled and nodded in agreement: "Okay, thank you Damao."

"You're welcome." Xu Damao said as he picked up his and Brother Zhao's lunch boxes and walked towards the cafeteria.

Xu Damao carried two lunch boxes to the cafeteria for lunch. When he went out, he found that the sandstorm outside was much smaller, but he could still smell the dust in the air. He looked around and found that the ground, the roof, and even the cracks in the wall were filled with fine yellow sand, as if the whole world was covered with a thin layer of yellow sand.

In the afternoon, when it was almost time to get off work, Xu Damao stretched himself. He had been slacking off all day and had not done any substantial work. He glanced out the window and saw that the sandstorm had ended and the sky had gradually cleared up, but there was still a hint of yellow. He decided to pack up and prepare to go home.

Xu Damao rode his bicycle out of the factory and rode along the street. The whole capital city was golden, which reminded people of the scene in the desert. Due to the influence of the sandstorm, the originally bustling streets became unusually deserted. The mobile vendors disappeared, and even the bustling market seemed deserted.

Xu Damao came to a familiar restaurant, walked into the store and ordered a bowl of mixed noodles. He sat in a corner and quietly enjoyed the food, feeling a moment of tranquility. After finishing his meal, he bought some marinated tofu, and then bought a duck with sauce, and asked the boss to chop it into pieces and wrap it with yellow straw paper. Afterwards, he rode his bike directly back to No. 95, Nanluoguxiang.

At the gate of the yard, Yan Bugui and his son Yan Jiecheng were sweeping the dust in the yard with brooms. When they saw Xu Damao coming, they immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him with a smile: "Xu Damao, you're back from get off work!"

"Da Mao, has your friend seen the gold-thread jade piece? What did your friend say?" Yan Bugui walked a few steps quickly to Xu Damao and asked in a low voice. While he was talking, he looked around vigilantly, fearing that others would hear their conversation.

"Hey, Mr. Yan, what a terrible weather today! How free do I have to go out to see my friend in this weather? I was at the steel mill all day today."

Xu Damao said in a bad mood. He muttered to himself, this Yan Bugui is really something, asking him these questions in such a cold day. But since the other party has asked, he should answer it.

"Oh, so that's how it is. Then you can go and ask again tomorrow." After hearing what Xu Damao said, Yan Bugui felt a little disappointed, but he still forced a smile to comfort him.

"Okay, let's talk about it tomorrow." Xu Damao nodded, indicating his agreement. Then he seemed to remember something and said to Yan Bugui, "By the way, Teacher Yan, Aunt Yang has not been feeling well these days, so please help me take care of my chicken coop. I may be busy these days and have no time to take care of them."

"Okay, no problem. Don't worry, I will take good care of it for you." Yan Bugui agreed readily.

"Oh, thank you, Teacher Yan. I'll bring you some eggs tomorrow." Xu Damao said gratefully.

"Hey, no need. It's just a small favor." Yan Bugui smiled and waved his hand, indicating that you're welcome.

The next day, the sun was shining and the breeze was blowing. Xu Damao arrived at the steel mill early.

There was no screening today, but he still started his day's work diligently and responsibly - cleaning.

Picking up brooms, several people carefully swept the yellow sand on the ground, gathering them into piles of small hills.

Then, he climbed up the ladder and carefully cleaned the yellow sand on the roof, making sure every corner was cleaned thoroughly.

After several hours of hard work, it was finally noon when several people completed the cleaning work.

At this time, although Xu Damao was not tired, he was already hot all over. He sat on a chair with his colleagues and rested for a while. Looking at the results of his hard work, his heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

At this time, Brother Zhao came over and said to them, "There is nothing to do in the afternoon, you can take a rest."