Dreaming back to the 90s to help my dad catch a rival in love

"Xiao Bei, there seems to be something wrong with this account."

Miss Xiaomei looked at the account books spread out on the table, hesitated for a while, but couldn't help reminding.

Today is the day when grandma's grocery store takes stock once a month.The old lady has poor eyesight, shed tears after looking at the numbers for a long time, so this job has always been done by Xiaomei and Ning Xiaobei.

Ning Xiaobei is good at mathematics, and there are not many things in their store. Generally speaking, an hour of inventory is enough, and an hour of accounting is about the same.But from today to now, I have been working on it all morning, and I haven't figured out these things yet, and Miss Xiaomei is a little anxious.

She has to go to the beauty salon to open a shop in the afternoon.

"Why not?"

Ning Xiaobei held the pen, lowered his head, looked at the account, and after a while, he blinked suddenly.

"Oh, I've calculated this payment twice, no wonder it's unfair."

He smiled embarrassedly, took out the correction fluid and erased the number, who knew that the correct number on the line above was also erased.

"Ah, Xiao Bei, I'll come, I'll come."

Xiaomei couldn't stand it anymore, so she snatched the account book.

"If you are not feeling well, go to the front to look at the store. Grandma will play mahjong for a while before she comes back. Go to the door and help look at the store."

Ning Xiaobei scratched his head in embarrassment, and opened the small door leading to the shop.

Lying on the counter, a text message just happened to come to the phone.

Don't think about it, it must be Fan Xia.

——My uncle nearly beat me to death last night, and my legs are still swollen.He beat me and didn't allow me to howl, because I was going to be injured internally. T-T555

Ning Xiaobei laughed lowly.

I can't wait for a reply here, and there is another one over there.

--What are you doing?Is the grocery store busy?Do you want me to help.

Ning Xiaobei was about to type when a guest came suddenly, so he had no choice but to put down the phone.

"Uncle Zhou, what do you want to buy?"

This is a frequent customer of the grocery store. Although Xiaobei doesn't come to help very often, he seems to meet him every time he comes.

"Today is Xiaobei looking at the store. Buy a lighter."

Uncle Zhou and Ning Jianguo are about the same age, at most one or two years younger.He has a long face, a high nose bridge, slightly sunken eye sockets, and speaks Shanghai dialect with a Cantonese accent.Sitting in an office all the year round made him look much fairer than his peers, and he should have been quite delicate when he was young.

In summer he wore a gray Dacron shirt, neatly tucked into navy blue trousers.In the hot weather, the hair is also meticulously combed, carved with pomade into a standard three to seven points, the kind that can withstand a typhoon of level eight.

Ning Xiaobei once guessed whether he was the teacher who was in charge of discipline in the school, but according to his grandma, Mr. Zhou seemed to be an engineer of a large state-owned enterprise, a senior engineer, with a monthly salary of tens of thousands.A few years ago, my wife and I got seriously ill and passed away. Now I live alone, and I am a distressed bachelor.

Anyway, in this community, including the two neighboring communities, there is no family that Old Madam Ning doesn't know about.If Xiaobei wants to listen, he can hear it from morning to night without repetition, which is more exciting than watching "Old Mother" on TV.

"One dollar."

Ning Xiaobei took out a plastic lighter from the drawer and put it on the counter.

He waited for a while, and found that Mr. Zhou didn't intend to pay, so he kept looking back.

Ning Xiaobei thought that he wanted to see the cigarette shells displayed on the wall behind, so he gave it away graciously.

"What kind of cigarettes does Uncle Zhou usually smoke? The Daqianmen is gone today, and the goods will arrive tomorrow. There are other brands."

"No no, I don't smoke."

Uncle Zhou waved his hand, and after seeing Ning Xiaobei's surprised expression, he finally realized that he had said something wrong, dropped a one-dollar coin, picked up the lighter, and flew away.

It seemed that Ning Xiaobei would catch up.

"What lighter do I buy if I don't smoke?"

Ning Xiaobei was wondering, when Mrs. Ning walked over on crutches and turned her head three times - she was also watching Mr. Zhou's back as if he was running away.

"Good girl, are you feeling lucky today?"

"Not bad, earned 50 yuan."

Today, grandma didn't play mahjong at the door, but went to the neighbor Mrs. Liu's house next door.

Mrs. Liu sprained her ankle while doing housework a few days ago and couldn't go downstairs.The mahjong addiction made me feel uncomfortable, so I had to call one by one to let the little sisters come to her room to play.After they each had their meals, took a nap, and recharged their energy, they would fight for the second half.

Ning Xiaobei lifted the small board on the counter and stretched out his hands to greet the old lady.The old lady hated holding her breath in the house, and said she would just sit at the door and wait until lunch before entering the house.

There is a camphor tree in front of the grocery store. It was planted the year the relocation house was built, and it is now as thick as a bowl.

There is an Eight Immortals table under the tree, and around the table are pots of flowers and grasses, which were moved from Jiandeli, and some were newly bought in the past two years, including the pot of Clivia that was almost dropped by Xiaomei's sister-in-law. .

In the past two years, the old lady has followed the fashion and planted succulent potted plants like others.

I don't know if it's the old lady's technical problems, or the aquatic plants in front of their house support people.People's succulents are small pots, which are cute and can be held in the palm of your hand.But these people raised at the door of his house turned into giant slap cactus, cactus bigger than a human face and agave that can be used as weapons after pulling out the leaves, revealing the king of the master. Domineering.

"That Xiao Zhou is here again."

Old Madam Ning sat down, took the cassia tea from her grandson, narrowed her eyes and said.

The old lady's eyelashes are so long that they almost poke into the lower eyelids. They say people are old and yellow. This sentence can't be applied to Ms. Jian. Up to now, the eyeballs are all shining, which is better than that of a little girl who wears colored contact lenses. Still stunningly beautiful despite her age.

Since the opening of the store, there are often old men wandering in front of the store, and the old lady doesn't even look at it. Since she was young, Ms. Jian Qingxia only greeted young men under the age of 35 with a smile except during working hours.

The old lady said: I feel refreshed when I see a young boy, and feel foul when I see an old man.When a man gets older, he likes to be a father to others, and he doesn't care about his accent, especially likes to be a father to a woman.Even a man who has never been to elementary school, when he sees a female college student, he feels that he should be able to go up and give guidance.

"Well, I bought a lighter and left."

"Humph."

Mrs. Ning sneered, "I didn't come here to buy a lighter. I just came to see Xiaomei. The drunkard didn't want to drink. He saw that I was not in the store today, so he ran over to strike up a conversation. I didn't expect to meet you, so I ate it deflated."

If it was Mrs. Ning who was sitting in the store just now, she would have to stare at him away.

"He, Miss Xiaomei... Good lady."

Ning Xiaobei pointed to the person in the room who was sitting and counting accounts, with his mouth wide open.

"Tomb □ wants to eat swan meat, and he doesn't even look at what he looks like, hum."

The old lady folded her hands on the crutches, and raised her chin at her grandson, "Don't tell the lady about his visit."

"No, isn't that nice?"

Ning Xiaobei sat down next to the old lady.

"Mr. Zhou looks pretty good. He looks like a gentle man."

The old lady asked Miss Xiaomei to go out to do things, didn't she just want her to get in touch with the society more, so that she could find a lover.Now that someone has delivered it to your door, why is grandma unhappy?

And if Xiaomei married him, it would not count as marrying out of the community, and the two families could still come and go frequently, it couldn't be better.

"Tsk, what do children know? Our Xiaomei is the eldest daughter of Huanghua. The one who got married before didn't have 'Pass', so it doesn't matter."

Madam Ning waved her hand.

"He's old Zhou, he's old enough to be Xiaomei's father. He's still a second-marriage, and he's overwhelmed by his wife's life. He's not worthy, not good at all..."

Ning Xiaobei couldn't laugh or cry, Mr. Zhou was about the same age as his father, and Xiaomei was his father's god-sister, so she was clearly of the same generation.How come the old lady can be Xiaomei's father...

"Ms. Mei, you have opened a beauty salon now. It looks foreign and beautiful. The ladies who go in and out of their shop are all rich ladies. Even if you don't have any bosses, managers, or ordinary young men, you can still have them." .”

The beauty salon jointly opened by Xiaomei and Alan is called "Meilan Beauty Center". It is located at the intersection of the commercial street near here, and the business is booming.

The first batch of customers were Wang Yihong's little sister, and Xiao Su's friend, Xiao Su, who graduated from the evening class of the textile school and is now in charge of managing the branch of "Guoyun Qipao Shop" on Huaihai Road.The passenger flow there is larger than that on Changle Road, and there are many foreign guests coming to the door. Xiao Su can now be alone.

Xiaomei is not a little bit more beautiful now, she is now the movable type sign of the cheongsam shop.On weekdays, except for the work clothes when making faces for customers in the store, she wears cheongsam at all other times. Wherever she goes, she is absolutely beautiful.Many women just watched and followed her into the beauty salon unknowingly, becoming her clients.

Old Madam Ning's niece from Suzhou came to visit her from her hometown a few days ago, she clicked her tongue for a long time when she saw Miss Xiaomei, saying that Xiaomei was completely molested by the lady.It was the first time when she came back to Shanghai to play, and she met Madam behind the counter of Shimai Department Store on Nanjing Road. She had such a style and demeanor.

So how could the old lady allow Miss Xiaomei, whom she treated like a daughter, to marry an old widower?

"Impossible, people want to gossip. Said that your sister Mei is so hungry because of her Shanghai household registration."

At present, Shanghai's household registration policy for ordinary couples is that those who have been married to their spouses with Shanghai household registration for more than ten years can apply for household registration.Many old bachelors who can't afford the little Shanghai girls take advantage of this policy to get married, and there are many foreign wives in their community alone.

Some live in peace of mind, but there are quite a few who want to divorce as soon as they get their hukou.Mrs. Ning didn't want Xiaomei to be stabbed in the back and gossip.

"Even if you want to marry, you have to marry someone of the same age. Mr. Zhou's daughters are about the same age as you, Xiaobei, how can you do that? The old cow still wants to eat young grass, so the second marriage head will go to the second marriage head. I forbid .”

The old lady was talking, her voice was a little uncontrollable.

Xiaomei heard it from the back room and asked her godmother what happened.Ning Xiaobei hurriedly said it was okay, the old lady counted the cards and felt that the money might be wrong, so she bluffed her.

When Ning Xiaobei rode his bike home in the afternoon, he deliberately went to the beauty salon for a bend.Diagonally opposite the beauty salon is Starbucks, the most prosperous coffee shop in Shanghai.

At this time, the popular saying "I am either at Starbucks or on my way to Starbucks".A Shanghai native who has never been to Starbucks must be immediately expelled from Shanghai.

Following the Haagen-Dazs ice cream shop downstairs of the Hailun Hotel on Nanjing Road, it has now become the most popular place for petty bourgeois men and women to talk about love.

The bicycle was parked behind the tall sycamore tree, and through the thick branches, Ning Xiaobei could clearly see Madam Xiaomei and Mr. Zhou sitting together.

Under the green mermaid signboard of Starbucks, two people hold a paper cup in each hand.Madam Xiaomei's high-heeled shoes were hanging under the bar, she put one hand on her smooth forehead, and looked at the eloquent Mr. Zhou with admiration.

Sitting next to Xiaomei, Mr. Zhou lowered his eyebrows, with a smile on his lips, and his whole body was glowing, completely different from the coward who came to buy lighters in the morning.

See, things like falling in love happen when they want to happen.

No matter how other people calculate, how to make a living step by step.It comes as soon as it is said, without reason. Once it starts, it will be eloquent, like the Three Gorges Dam with its sluices opened, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, and rushing down thousands of miles.

He was talking about Xiaomei, and he was thinking of himself.

Obviously everything has been thought out, but in order to get Fan Xia to have a girlfriend, he had to make a fuss about it, but in the end it was useless, what should come is still here...

Ning Xiaobei leaned his head against the tree and asked himself.

In the "real world", the few times that ended, he seemed, as if, had been a little bit attracted to the "Black Cat Sheriff" Officer Fan.

If Fan Xia in this world has always liked him as he said...does it mean that Officer Fan actually treats him too...

"coming!"

Someone patted his back lightly, and Ning Xiaobei turned his head abruptly.

Fan Xia came with the glow of the setting sun and the evening breeze in late summer. It was the same color as his bicycle, purple with a touch of orange, chic and arrogant.

"Your father asked us to have dinner outside today before going home. The old colleagues from the shoe factory have a party, and they have to go to karaoke after eating. I won't come back until eleven or twelve o'clock."

He paused, smiled ambiguously, "I'll go to your room to play later."

"Didn't you say that you were beaten to death? I see that your legs and feet are quite sharp."

Ning Xiaobei glanced at his legs, Fan Xia chuckled.

"Hey, boss, why did I see Miss Xiaomei?"

After riding the bike for only two steps, Fan Xia narrowed his eyes, and he seemed to see a familiar person in his fleeting vision.

"You read it wrong."

Ning Xiaobei stepped on the pedal heavily, and the bicycle "hula" jumped out.

"Impossible! Besides Miss Xiaomei, who else wears a cheongsam? It must be her. Ah! There seems to be a man next to him."

"I said you read wrong..."

Leaving behind a handful of burning sunsets, the man who had grown into a young man walked forward on a bicycle that turned into a hot wheel.

No one mentioned what happened in the bar that day.

The author has something to say:

Miss Xiaomei finally met her beloved.