Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

As it turns out, Zhang Xiuzhi's hands-on ability seems to be better than Zeng Wangcai's.

Zhang Xiuzhi was riding Zeng Wangcai and at first she twisted her body a few times like Zeng Wangcai, but she quickly gained control of the bicycle and made the ride extremely smooth.

Zeng Wangcai was sitting in the back, feeling that tonight was very different from what he had imagined. Zhang Xiuzhi was not at all weak like other women. It was totally unimaginable nowadays for girls like those in later generations who would moan all the time. However, he thought it was not bad, at least it was real.

In the future, you will never know whether the girls who can’t open the cap of a bottle of mineral water can actually carry a gas tank; you will never know whether those girls who act coquettishly and act like a spoiled child are really like that by nature or have suffered from princess syndrome; you will never know what the girl standing in front of you looks like under those layers of white dust.

What's worse, you can't be sure whether she is her or him, or whether she squats or stands when she urinates in the toilet.

Zeng Wangcai smelled the scent of Zhang Xiuzhi, a mixture of sweat and the unique scent of a young girl. His mind became clearer and clearer. Zhang Xiuzhi was very good and very real. She was his perfect match.

The bicycle entered the alley steadily. Maybe it was late at night, or maybe everyone was in a meeting or studying, there was no one in the alley. The few street lights flickered, making the alley look like the Naihe Bridge in the underworld, which was creepy. I guess there was no need to deliberately arrange the scene here to shoot Uncle Ying's film.

Zeng Wangcai had taken his hands off the seat because the bicycle was stable before, but after the bike entered the alley, the road became bumpy, so he held on to the spring under the seat again.

What he didn't expect was that after this support, his subsequent experience would be just like the road, bumpy and rugged.

Zeng Youqian waited for a long time but no one showed up. He walked out of the yard and looked at the intersection. He finally saw Zhang Xiuzhi riding a bicycle slowly towards him. Then he was dumbfounded - where is my son?

At this time, Zhang Xiuzhi happened to come under a street lamp, and Zeng Youqian could see clearly that it was Zhang Xiuzhi who was riding a bicycle with her son.

This made Zeng Youqian feel a little bit uneasy. Other people always ride with men and women, but you are taking your future wife out to learn how to ride a bike. You let your future wife take you, and she is still a novice...

However, even though he grumbled, Zeng Youqian had no intention of interfering in the affairs of the young people. As long as they were happy, that was fine. But the scene he saw next made him angry.

Zeng Youqian saw that his son's hands seemed to be placed in the wrong place. He said, "Where are you putting your hands? Touching a girl's buttocks?"

Although you two are going to get married, it's not the right time yet. You bastard, you are bullying the girl. If outsiders see it, how will Xiuzhi put her face?

Zeng Youqian clenched his fists and had the urge to call someone.

At this time, Zhang Xiuzhi was riding her bike while talking to Zeng Wangcai behind her. At first, she didn't notice Zeng Youqian. Beginners don't tend to stare into the distance. When she saw Zeng Youqian, the bike was only about ten meters away from him.

"Ouch!" Zhang Xiuzhi panicked a little and got out of the car subconsciously.

The movements she learned to get off the car were very standard: she tilted her legs, leaned back, landed, and stopped.

But at this critical moment she ignored the fact that there was someone behind her. To be more precise, it was her first time riding a bike and her first time with someone, so it was normal for her to ignore this.

So, Zeng Wangcai was talking in the back, but suddenly the light above his head went dark, and then he fell to the ground.

Zeng Wangcai was very confused and had a feeling of who he was and where he was.

(You should be under the car, not inside the car --- from the narration of the song by Long-haired Adu.)

"What are you doing? Stop the car and talk!" Zeng Wangcai complained in Zhang Xiuzhi's dialect to ease the awkward atmosphere, "I was sitting there nicely, and you kicked me down..."

Before he could finish his words, the sky above him darkened again. He looked up and saw his father staring at him with a sullen face.

"I'm going to slap you to death, you bastard..." Zeng Youqian seemed to be unable to hold back, and it seemed that he simply wanted to give Zhang Xiuzhi an explanation after the misunderstanding. In the end, he made a move and slapped her in the face, like the Five Finger Mountain of old man Tathagata.

Normally, Zeng Youqian should have asked about this kind of thing, but Zeng Youqian didn't want to ask about this kind of thing because he was worried that it would embarrass Zhang Xiuzhi.

How to say?

Ask my son if he touched your butt?

There was no way to start talking, so Zeng Youqian decided to take action first.

Zeng Wangcai was startled and sat on the ground, trying to flash away immediately, but the wall was obviously too thick to get through.

At this time, Zhang Xiuzhi took action. She grabbed Zeng Youqian's hand and said, "Uncle, what are you doing? Why are you hitting him?"

"No, Xiuzhi..., he bullied you, but you still protected him?" Zeng Youqian was puzzled but also relieved.

"When did he bully me?" Zhang Xiuzhi blinked and then said confidently, "I don't want to, so who can bully me?"

This is really reasonable!

Zeng Wangcai got up, speechless for a moment.

Zeng Youqian was also unable to refute, but he had misunderstood. He thought that what his son had just done was tacitly approved by Zhang Xiuzhi, but in fact, Zhang Xiuzhi had no idea what Zeng Wangcai had done behind the scenes.

"Dad, this is unreasonable, isn't it? You beat me in the middle of the night without asking any questions. You have to have an explanation, right?" Zeng Wangcai patted his butt and said.

"How dare you ask me? Even though it's at night, and even though Xiuzhi agreed, you can't do that, right?" Zeng Youqian didn't know what to say. He was so anxious that his mouth was about to blister. He simply stopped talking and shook his hands, "Forget it. Xiuzhi will be sixteen by the end of the year, right? She's old enough according to the household registration book. You two should get things done, get married, and then have a baby by the end of next year..."

This time, not only Zeng Wangcai was confused, but Zhang Xiuzhi was also stunned.

The two of them are totally unable to keep up with Zeng Youqian's train of thought. Just now he wanted to beat someone up, and now he's talking about getting married and having kids. Two kids in three years?

"Hehe!" Zeng Wangcai suddenly smiled foolishly, "I don't object. It depends on what Xiuzhi says!"

What era is this? When it comes to dating, isn’t it okay to get married first and then fall in love?

Zeng Wangcai quickly followed his father's line of thought, which is why he made the above statement.

"Stupid boy!" Zhang Xiuzhi rolled her eyes at Zeng Wangcai and turned to say, "Uncle, is there any misunderstanding? Just talk it out. There's no rush to get married. I'm still young."

Zhang Xiuzhi could see that there was something obviously wrong with Zeng Youqian's behavior. Something must have happened, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.

This is what Zeng Youqian found difficult to explain.

After thinking about it, Zeng Youqian decided to hint at it: "Xiuzhi, it's my fault for not educating my son well. You are still young and cannot cross the line before getting married. Uncle gave birth to a son, so he won't suffer any loss if something happens. You are different. You are a girl, born by your father and raised by your mother. If people talk about you, it will be uncomfortable for everyone. You two must restrain yourself, be careful in daily life, and don't do anything rash at night..."

Zhang Xiuzhi probably understood a little bit of what was said. She was touched but also confused, because she didn't know what she and Zeng Wangcai had done, or what someone had said that made her uncle wait for people here so late at night.

Zeng Youqian said all this and turned to teach his son a lesson: "You bastard, if I see you treat Xiuzhi like that again on the bus, I'll beat you to death. Also, you're a man, how dare you let Xiuzhi take you on a bike?"

What about me?

Zeng Wangcai recalled how he had just been in the car, and suddenly realized: "Dad, you misunderstood, I didn't, come here, come here, I'm holding on here..."

Zeng Wangcai patted the cushion and pointed at the spring below to indicate where his hand was just now. Then he pointed at Zhang Xiuzhi's buttocks: "Not there, okay..."

"Where are you pointing, you bastard?"

???

Oh, my bad!

Zeng Wangcai felt very aggrieved, but at least the misunderstanding was resolved. It was resolved for him, but I don’t know whether it was resolved for Zeng Youqian.

After the three of them returned, Zeng Youqian explained why he was waiting for them outside.

"Wangcai, did you write any materials at home last time? I took a look and the content of the meeting in the compound today is very similar to the content of your materials..."