After the family was reborn, I went to the peak of my life

After Xie Yunshu counted all the goods, he sat on a cardboard box and calculated all the costs.

12000 white fluorescent sticks were approved from the Commodity City, with an average of 0.6 yuan each, totaling 7200 yuan.

3000 white fluorescent sticks were swept from the square, with an average of 2 yuan each, totaling 6000 yuan.

40 posters, 12 yuan each, 480 yuan in total.

The 33 signboards were rented, and the words on them were printed out at a graphic photocopy shop and pasted on by themselves. The total cost was 990 yuan, of which the deposit was 660 yuan.

There are also rental vans, transportation fees, cigarettes given to security guards at several entrances, and miscellaneous other small expenses, which cost a total of 800 yuan.

He withdrew a total of 20000 yuan from his mother's card and used 14540 yuan.

Xi Wen and Xi Wu stood behind Xie Yunshu and looked at his small account book, trembling: "Xiao Shu, I have never seen so much money in my life! You are not lenient at all, so you spend it all!"

Xi Wu clasped his hands together: "God bless, I'm not greedy, as long as I can sell all these things, I don't expect to go to the concert anymore, as long as we can keep our capital!"

Xie Yunshu smiled and closed his notebook, raised his hand to look at his watch, and snapped his fingers: "It's almost time, brothers, take your seats!"

……

The sky was filled with fire and clouds, and the front of the gymnasium was shrouded in golden and red rays.

The bus platform and the taxi stop were not far apart, and Yi Lingling stood between the two stops, looking forward to it.

The green Yueda Kia stopped, and three young people got out of the taxi.

The girl who got out of the car first had short hair around her ears, a pair of big silver rings on her ears, and was chewing gum. She was the first to see the blue and white sign on the side of the road, and asked her companion: "Jacky Cheung's concert, why? Called 'White Ocean'?"

"I don't know." The companion was a boy in overalls and a baseball cap tilted. He took out the ticket from his pocket and looked at it. "It's not written on the ticket either."

Yi Lingling turned her head and told them: "Because Jacky Cheung's favorite color is white, and white is Jacky Cheung's cheering color!"

"Support color?" The last person turned around after paying the taxi fare, raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked, "I only heard that there are support items at the concert, but there is also support color?"

The word "yingyuan" originated in Japan, spread to South Korea and was widely used in the entertainment industry to chase stars. With the popularity of H·O·T and Shinhwa in Asia, the mainland has also begun to have a large-scale Korean meal, and slowly some conventions have been established. The characterization of the rules has become a concept.

The phenomenon of "cheering colors" has actually been around for a long time, and its origins can be traced back to H·O·T and Crystal Boys, but it took at least the establishment of TVXQ and SuperJunior to form a "definition" and be deeply promoted.

It was the time when Korean men's and women's groups were in full swing, and they were fighting each other in full swing. Several famous "light sign battles" broke out in the Korean entertainment industry. Many popular teams had their own fixed "support colors". .

After the "Four Great Seas of Support" became famous in Asia, "Color of Support" became a written standard for chasing stars.

Until then, there are only forms, no definitions.

Little student Yi Lingling didn't know that the three words that her brother casually said to her were learned and used by her, making her the first person in the mainland to speak out the concept of "cheering color".

Big Earring and her two companions walked forward along the sign, and Yi Lingling heard them say:

"Let's buy white fluorescent sticks today, shall we?"

"That is required!"

Yi Lingling clenched her fists and jumped up on the spot: "Yeah!"

Brother Yunshu is really clever!

Another bus arrived at the stop, and a huge crowd squeezed out of the bus.

Yi Lingling tiptoed and saw a familiar figure appearing at the bus door.

She waved her hands and shouted loudly: "Zhao Qingting, Wan Bingjie, Zhang Heng, Lu Yi!"

"Yi Lingling!" The friends waved at her in unison.

A group of fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys and girls gathered together with Yi Lingling like little fish swimming down a river.

"My God! There are so many people today!" Zhao Qingting screamed excitedly, "It's more lively than New Year's Eve!"

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the first Jacky Cheung concert, it seemed that most of the people in Haibin City poured into this square.

There are lights and festoons everywhere, and there are crowds of people.

Yi Lingling’s classmates are all real little fans. They wear T-shirts with Jacky Cheung’s face on them, hold small flags with Jacky Cheung’s face in their hands, stickers on their cheeks, and shiny gold powder on the corners of their eyes. Silver powder, each beaming and full of vigor.

It looked like an iced Coke that had just been taken out of the freezer under the sun, steaming.

It makes people feel alive when they look at it.

The children didn’t have tickets, so they spontaneously organized an appointment to go to the square to listen to Jacky Cheung’s singing. They also made an appointment with Yi Lingling. Yi Lingling was embarrassed to say that she wanted to go there, but the concert would last for three days. She asked Xie Yunshu if she could On the first day, I went to the square with my classmates to play.

Xie Yunshu smiled. Originally, he had to hire someone to do a part of it. Now he thought about it, and he had a better operation: "Of course, brother, I have another favor. I want to ask you and your classmates to help out. .”

Xie Yunshu didn't promise any benefits, but when the teenagers heard that they could help others, they were happier than being helped.

"Yi Lingling, what does your brother want us to do?" Wan Bingjie has long been Xie Yunshu's little fan.

"Speak quickly! It is our duty!" Zhang Heng patted his chest.

Yi Lingling clasped her two little hands, signaling for everyone to come closer.

A dozen or so small heads got together excitedly, and Yi Lingling said a few words in a low voice: "Did everyone understand?"

Zhao Qingting raised her hand: "Just shout?"

Yi Lingling: "Yes! We must shout loudly! Let as many people hear it as possible!"

"But," Zhang Heng asked doubtfully, "what if they really want to sell it to us, what if we don't have money?"

Yi Lingling said firmly: "Don't worry!"

Her brother has already wiped out all the goods in the square!

"It's really a fish that slipped through the net," Yi Lingling patted the small schoolbag on her back, and said boldly, "I'll buy it!"

The children understood everything, and nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice.

Yi Lingling clapped her hands and gave orders: "Then let's go!"

……

Standing in front of his booth, Chen Liu smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth: "I can pick whatever I like, a light stick costs three yuan each, a bracelet costs two yuan each, and a light sign costs 120 yuan!"

His market entrance is the best, and it is surrounded by water at the moment.

A girl wearing a big earring passed by his booth and asked, "Boss, do you have white glow sticks here?"

Chen Liu was collecting other people's money, but he didn't turn his head: "There is no white, you can look at other colors."

Big Earring left with her two companions, Chen Liu didn't care at all.

His white light sticks have long been sold out today, but it doesn't matter, light sticks of other colors will sell better.

With a bulging purse on his waist, Chen Liu walked around his booth. Those young people who came to the concert squatted in front of his booth, raised their hands after picking, and he came over to collect money.

My hands would cramp when I received it, and my face would freeze when I laughed.

"Boss," two girls who looked like college students bargained with him, "We want [-] light sticks, can they be cheaper?"

Chen Liu's lines are so familiar that you don't even need to think about it: "Ladies, today, the whole show is worth three yuan for a light stick, and no one is bargaining with you! You can watch TV dramas every day, did you grow up to be the first in Jacky Cheung's concert?" Once?"

One of the two girls was named Zhang Meng and the other was named Lian Sui. Knowing that the boss would not counter-offer, they each took out their wallets and were about to pay——

A group of teenage children hula-la rushed over, their clear and high-pitched voices were like raindrops crackling on the glass in summer, attracting everyone's attention at once.

They shouted: "Boss! We want white light sticks! We want fifty!"

Chen Liu was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "I don't have white here...you can look at other colors, the light sticks need to be shiny to look good, no one would want white!"

"We want white!" The children almost shouted, "Jacky Cheung's favorite color is white, we want to give Jacky Cheung 'white ocean'!"

"What white ocean?" Chen Liu was inexplicable, chasing the children like ducklings, "Go, go, don't make trouble here if you don't buy something!"

"There are no white glow sticks here!" The tallest boy seemed to be the leader of the small gang, with his arms upright, he commanded, "Let's go to the next store to buy! We must buy white glow sticks today!"

The young men and women rushed to the next booth with a booing "woo la ho la", but in the air after the noise, the words "white fluorescent stick" spread like a spell.

Zhang Meng and Lian Sui looked at each other: "Does Jacky Cheung like white the most?"

"I don't know!"

"Aren't you his fan?"

"I'm only obsessed with songs, not charming."

"If you're not charming, you're ashamed to call yourself a fan!"

"Okay," Lian Sui threw back the pile of colorful fluorescent sticks he had picked out to the ground, "Then let's buy the white ones."

Others also babbled:

"When I got off the bus, I saw a poster with Jacky Cheung's information written on it. It mentioned 'White Ocean' or something. I didn't pay attention at the time."

"It's all here, let's buy the white one too, Jacky Cheung likes it."

"Hey? Boss, where are your white light sticks? I can't find them!"

Chen Liu was originally covered with sweat on his forehead because he was busy, but now the hot sweat seemed to condense into cold sweat, and it fell down with a "swish": "Don't listen to the children's nonsense, no one picks white light sticks at the concert, that's what they want. The colors of red and blue are eye-catching..."

"There's no white here," Zhang Meng pulled up Lian Sui, "Let's go to another house to see, there are a lot of fluorescent sticks here!"

"Exactly!" Lian Sui gave Chen Liu a white look, and snorted, "If you don't offer a counter-offer, you won't buy it!"

Other customers also stood up.

"Let's go, go to another place to see, it's rare to see a concert, let's buy Jacky Cheung's favorite color!"

"I know Jacky Cheung likes white, but you all said to buy bright colors. In fact, if you buy too many white fluorescent sticks, they will light up and form a sea inside. It must be very beautiful!"

Chen Liu watched helplessly that the people in front of the booth were about to leave in an instant, and he hurriedly reached out to stop him: "Hey, hey! Don't leave, look at other colors..."

But the customers don't care about him.

It's a rare time to watch Jacky Cheung's concert, who doesn't want to leave the most perfect memory?

Especially everyone around me wants to buy white fluorescent sticks, and I am too embarrassed to hold them up if I have other colors. Also, the "White Ocean" dedicated to Jacky Cheung is very beautiful and dreamy when you think about it!

"Damn!" Chen Liu stomped his feet fiercely.

"Boss," the young men were about to leave, but they turned around again, "How much is your white light board?"

Although Chen Liu was still flustered, his businessman's instincts made him roll his eyes, and immediately said: "The white light sign is one hundred and eight, and the light signs of other colors are one hundred and twelve!"

The young people were dissatisfied: "Boss, you sit on the ground and raise the price! Before you clearly said that all the light signs are one hundred and two!"

Chen Liu sincerely smiled wryly: "I only have two white light signs in total, and the price is [-] yuan. You don't want them, and there will be more people robbing them later!"

"Forget it, one hundred and eight is one hundred and eight!"

Chen Liu received the money for the light plate, and immediately took out his mobile phone to call the wholesaler he often went to buy goods: "Old Lin, have you closed the stall? Yes, do you still have white fluorescent sticks in your warehouse... I just want white... what? Someone took all three boxes of your stock today? You still give him a special price for fifty cents? Then you still..."

Lao Lin didn't have a white fluorescent stick in his hand.

Chen Liu called several wholesalers one after another, but none of them had white fluorescent sticks.

The wording of the answer is also the same. During the day, someone bought all the white fluorescent sticks at the Jinqiao Small Commodity Market.

If you want, you can only wait for the new stock to arrive tomorrow.

Customers come in waves, or in pairs, or in groups of three or five.

Some people squatted on the ground to pick, and someone came from behind and asked, "Boss, do you have any white light sticks?"

Chen Liu was annoyed: "There are all kinds of colors! There is no white! Even the wholesale market is out of stock today!"

"What's so fierce? I don't believe I can't buy it!"

The person squatting on the ground was curious: "Why do you only buy white!"

The blue veins on Chen Liu's forehead were throbbing so hard that he couldn't suppress it. Sure enough, he heard the troublesome people behind him saying: "Don't you know? Jacky Cheung likes white the most! When you buy fluorescent sticks, you must buy white! Tonight's concert The theme is 'White Ocean'!"

The person who was squatting on the ground also stood up and left.

The sky is getting dark, and the magnolia lanterns on the square are all lit up.

It is getting closer and closer to the start of Jacky Cheung's concert.

The evening wind in late autumn blows slowly, sending bursts of noisy sounds into people's ears.

For a moment, Chen Liu seemed to hear countless voices coming from all directions, all of them were saying: "White ocean, white ocean, give Jacky Zhang a white ocean!"

The more people couldn't buy it, the harder they looked for it, the more people clamored for it, and more and more people joined in. At this moment, it seems that people all over the world are looking for white fluorescent sticks.

Chen Liu stood blankly in the wind holding his mobile phone, almost suspicious of this person.

"This is fucking evil!" The stall owner in the second seat came over and complained to Chen Liu, "I have never encountered such a situation in my business for so many years. I don't want so many colored light sticks. They only want white ones. Hey? Do you still have any in stock?"

"It's already fucking gone!" Chen Liu shook his head irritably.

"I don't have either. I just ransacked the box and found a dozen of them, and they cost five yuan each!" The stall owner in the second place had a bald head. He touched his bald forehead with his palm and said regretfully, "There was a young man at noon. Take all my more than 300 white fluorescent sticks away, I should have known..."

The bald head suddenly choked, and he and Chen Liu looked at each other at the same time.

The two of them seemed to be hit hard by a whip with lightning, and they almost hit the back of their heads with their heels and rushed towards their respective booths.

It was only now that they remembered that a very beautiful young man gave them a business card at noon!

Chen Liu frantically went around his booth and lifted all the corners of the felt cloth on the floor.

"White light stick, white light stick," Chen Liu twitched his lips nervously, "Where's the business card given by the kid? Where's the business card?"

The business card was finally found.

In the corner of the felt cloth, I don’t know how many feet stepped on it, and two digits of the number on it could not be seen clearly at all.

Chen Liu even looked at the number and guessed it. Calling one was wrong, and calling two was still not the person he was looking for. Even after dialing seven or eight numbers, he was wrong. He was so anxious that he asked the bald head from a distance: "Did you find that person?"

"No!" The bald head was still looking for his business card, "I don't know where it went!"

Chen Liu tried two more times, and finally a familiar youthful voice sounded from the receiver: "Hello?"

"Fucking, I finally found you!" Chen Liu almost cried with joy, "Do you have white light sticks?"

The boy's laughter filled the air: "What stall owner are you?"

"No. [-]!"

"Oh, I remember yours."

"Stop talking nonsense, I want three hundred now, no! You send me five hundred white light sticks! Immediately, immediately!"

"Okay," the young man said with a smile, "It costs three yuan a piece, and the old and the young are not deceived!"

"You fucking..." This is the lion's mouth that is asking for a lot of money!

But Chen Liu knew that he couldn't scold at this time, so he swallowed the last few words together with one breath, closed his eyes, and yelled in his dantian, "Three yuan is three yuan! You give it to me now!!!"

The bald head also ran over when he heard Chen Liu's roar: "Add five hundred for me too!"

----

Twilight enveloped the surrounding fields, and the Xishan villa was also lit up with colorful lights.

The water in the bathroom was rushing, and the heat filled the air.

Jiang Xingzhi walked out of the shower and stood in front of the mirror.

He stretched out his water-stained arm, wiped away all the fuzzy water vapor on the mirror, and looked at the face inside quietly.

The contours of this face have not changed much from what he remembered, but the brows and eyes of the facial features lack the sharpness that should belong to him, and instead show a bit more innocence and jerky.

Especially his hair, which was black and wet|damp from the hot water, and the ends of the hair were softly attached to his forehead and eyelids, showing a feeling of weakness that made him hate him.

Waste stuff!

Jiang Xingzhi's sharp gaze was like a knife cutting through the person in the mirror inch by inch, and his thin lips were as tight as a thread in disgust.

After coming back for such a long time, I didn't clean up Jiang Chengxun and Shi Qiuran, nor did I touch Xie Yunshu's finger. All day long, I just roll around like a baby and daydream.

If you can't do anything, what use are you!

Jiang Xingzhi combed his five fingers together and stroked all his hair to the back of his head.

……

Chen Chuan had already been notified and was waiting downstairs. He sat on the sofa flipping through a magazine, and picked up a teacup to drink water.

The sound of light footsteps came from above, and Chen Chuan knew that it was Jiang Xingzhi who came downstairs. He still had a sip of tea in his mouth, put down the cup and was about to swallow, when he inadvertently raised the corner of his eyes——

"Cough cough!" A sip of tea was choked out and flowed back into the lung duct. Chen Chuan coughed so loudly that he couldn't stop it.

Jiang Xingzhi walked into the living room wearing a black shirt and black trousers.

He had obviously just taken a shower, his shirt was undone by two buttons, and the remaining drops of water slipped into the collar of the black shirt along his temples, and spread down his thin and delicate collarbone.

His hair was all combed back and tied into a small tug behind his head. His high browbones, deep eye sockets, and cold and three-dimensional jawbone lines were all clearly visible.

He seemed to have lost all his tenderness in an instant.

The sharpness is exposed, and the hostility is full.

There is still a flowing, inexplicable evil spirit lingering around him.

Chen Chuan didn't know that this subtle evil temperament was called "Ho|Er|Meng", but this did not prevent him from feeling a strong aggressiveness from Jiang Xingzhi.

Jiang Xingzhi walked up to Chen Chuan with his hands in his trouser pockets, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his voice was cold and low: "Are you okay?"

"No, it's nothing!" Chen Chuan clenched his right fist and pounded his chest heavily, and he calmed down, "Master, you..."

The end of Jiang Xingzhi's right eye raised an extremely small arc obliquely, signaling him to speak quickly.

Chen Chuan wisely swallowed the words "Why did you make such a shape?", cleared his throat and said, "The young master asked me to come, do you want to go out?"

"Don't go out," Jiang Xingzhi sized Chen Chuan from the beginning to the end, and said suddenly, "I remember you said when you first came here that you won the runner-up in the Kyoto Military District Competition, didn't you?"

"Yes!" The glory of the soldier is engraved in the marrow of his bones. Whenever he mentions it, Chen Chuan straightens his back and is deeply proud of it.

Jiang Xingzhi nodded, showing a little satisfaction. He rolled up his shirt sleeves unhurriedly, and said softly, "From today on, you will teach me how to practice martial arts."

Chen Chuan blinked, almost thinking he heard it wrong: "You... want to practice martial arts?"

"Yes," Jiang Xingzhi heard doubts in Chen Chuan's tone, and his face darkened, "You think I can't do it?"

Of course not!

Can anyone learn martial arts?

Ordinary people can't stand that kind of suffering, but you are so spoiled and spoiled with delicate skin and tender flesh, and you don't know if your fragile internal organs are good or not. What kind of martial arts are you practicing?

Chen Chuan scratched his head: "Have you asked the doctor?"

"I asked, yes."

"The chief and Mr. Qiao..."

Jiang Xingzhi felt impatient: "You just have to listen to me!"

"Okay, then let me ask the last question." Chen Chuan raised a finger, "Can I ask why you suddenly want to learn martial arts?"

"Why is this question necessary?"

"It's very necessary," Chen Chuan said patiently, "Practicing martial arts is not a one-time thing. If you don't have a reason to practice, don't try it lightly. Martial arts training is also very hard. If you don't have a strong mind, you can't persevere. If you give up halfway, On the contrary, it is easy to hurt your muscles and bones, which will do you no good."

Jiang Xingzhi stood under the lamp, his dark pupils reflected the flickering light on the wall, and his aura became even colder.

He stared at Chen Chuan expressionlessly, then turned and walked towards the door.

Why practice martial arts?

Of course it's because of the game between two men, in the end they must fight fist to fist, foot to foot, bayonet to bayonet!

Chen Chuan thought that Jiang Xingzhi would not answer him, he was hesitating whether to follow up, when he saw the black figure of the young man stepping across the hallway, and a condensed voice came——

"There is a person, I must overwhelm him!"

……

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感谢在2021-07-2002:45:25~2021-07-2105:25:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Lin Xin 6;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!