The cobweb-like narrative structure in "Playing Cards" proves that Gu Qian has multi-line narrative ability. However, he is often unwilling to pay attention to the narrative structure and focuses more on expressing the mentality of marginalized characters.
This is related to his literary pursuit.
Every writer may care about different things, so the things they express are also different. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many literary schools in the world.
At the end of the meal, only Gu Qian was still drinking. The others stopped on their own, and of course they wouldn't let Gu Qian drink too much. They discussed it and ended the meal.
Han Dong was still drunk, so he was responsible for sending Gu Qian home.
Yu Dong and Su Tong sent the two of them to the stall door. Han Dong went to pick up the bicycle. Gu Qian held Yu Dong's hand with one hand, put the other hand on Yu Dong's shoulder, and said with a wine belch:
"Yu Dong, you are a nice person and have a good drinking capacity. You still have room for improvement in your card game. Next time I have a chance, I will make an appointment with you alone... No, I have to call them both, otherwise I won't be able to complete a table of cards, burp—
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"Okay, okay, who has nothing to do with you and plays cards every day?" After picking up the bike, Han Dong grabbed Gu Qian's arm and dragged him to the back seat of the bike, waved to Yu Dong and Su Tong, and then pedaled on
The bike is gone.
Yu Dong looked at Han Dong, who was struggling, and asked Su Tong, "Just let them go back like this, and everything will be fine."
Su Tong shook his head, "No, it happened all the time in the past. Moreover, Han Dong is sure to drink and is still very sober. He will definitely be able to send Gu Qian home. Let's go back too. Can you still ride a bike?"
"Yes." Yu Dong patted his chest, "I can even take you home."
"No need." Su Tong said and lit a cigarette, then pushed the bicycle up. After pedaling two steps, he turned to Yu Dong and shouted: "Slow down on the way back."
Yu Dong watched Su Tong's back disappear into the night before going to get his bicycle. He just walked on the bicycle with both hands on the handlebars without getting on.
The hotel was not far from their school, and he was going to wander back slowly, just in time to dissipate the alcohol. He had been busy with the manuscript of "Prison No. 7" recently, and it was rare to have such a night to go out for fun.
At this time, the night near Xinjiekou had begun to show signs of prosperity. Although the street lights beside the street were dim and not much brighter than the moonlight, the roadside food market was very lively.
Although some restaurants have closed, the shopkeepers are not idle. After the customers leave, they start busy preparing ingredients for tomorrow.
Yu Dong hadn't walked for a while when he saw someone killing fish on the roadside. It was late at night and no one was around. Many shops put the work at the door, killing fish and chickens, washing dishes and basins, and rinsing them with water after finishing.
This is not an isolated case, everyone follows suit and has formed a routine, so every night, the roadside is filled with washed water, as if it had just rained.
Yu Dong was also on guard while pushing the cart, fearing that the shopkeeper wouldn't pay attention and a basin of water would be poured on his head.
"Mr. Yu?"
Yu Dong suddenly heard someone calling him from behind, his voice a little tentative and unconfident.
He turned around and saw that the young man who had just killed the fish was looking up at him.
"Who are you?" Yu Dong thought about the young face in front of him and couldn't remember who it was.
Seeing Yu Dong's response, the young man stood up excitedly and took two steps towards Yu Dong.
"Mr. Yu, it's me." When he arrived, the young man waved his hand and said.
Yu Dong was startled by his action, because this guy also had a fish-killing knife in his hand, which was quite scary.
Maybe the young man realized something was wrong, so he took back the hand holding the knife and said, "Mr. Yu, it's me, Ruan Xiaohu."
Ruan Xiaohu...
Yu Dong thought of this name, but...he took a closer look at the young man in front of him and found some similarities.
It's just that this similarity requires careful observation to discover.
Ruan Xiaohu who was in the car at that time had very long hair, covering half of his face, and his clothes were dirty and messy. The Ruan Xiaohu in front of him had a shaved head, and although he was wearing an apron, he could tell that his clothes were neat and tidy underneath.
Moreover, half of his face that was previously covered is now exposed, and as he smiles, a shallow dimple can be seen.
"You seem to be doing well recently." Yu Dong sighed in his heart. If he hadn't been stopped, he would never have recognized this sunny and clean young man as Ruan Xiaohu.
"I found a job and helped in a hotel. Although the salary was not much, the boss treated me very well."
Yu Dong could tell that the smile on Ruan Xiaohu's face came from the heart. Happiness is something that is difficult to fake, as it is something that people can see at a glance.
Although Yu Dong felt that Ruan Xiaohu had already reached the second year of high school and could find a better job, as long as Ruan Xiaohu liked it, nothing else mattered.
After pondering for a while, Yu Dong asked with concern: "Have you read any books recently?"
"Yes, yes, there is usually nothing in the store in the morning, so I go to the nearby bookstore to read. During this time, I watched "Camel Xiangzi", "Border Town", and "Old Things in the South of the City".
half."
Ruan Xiaohu seemed to be waiting for Yu Dong to ask him this question. He counted the books he had read recently on his fingers, looking like a student who wanted to be praised by the teacher for good grades.
Yu Dong was surprised that he had already read two and a half books. Although these novels were not very long, "Luotuo Xiangzi" only had about 200,000 words.
But after all, it had been less than a month since the last meeting, and Ruan Xiaohu's reading conditions were not good. It was not easy for him to spare time to read so many books.
After thinking about it, Yu Dong asked Ruan Xiaohu: "Do you know about Jinling Art Institute?"
Ruan Xiaohu shook his head, "I don't know."
Yu Dong pointed in the direction of Jin Yi, "It's over there, about three or four miles away. I work as a political counselor in Jin Yi. If you have time, you can find me. You can ask Uncle Zhou at the door.
Just say my name."
"I……"
"You don't have to think about anything else. It's fate that we met each other. I have some books over there. You can check them out if you have nothing to do. You can also bring them back to read. You can use my library as a library where you can borrow books."
Ruan Xiaohu moved his mouth several times without saying anything, and finally nodded heavily.
Seeing that he agreed, Yu Dong smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll go back first."
After saying goodbye to Ruan Xiaohu, Yu Dong still pushed the cart to the school, but his steps were much more brisk. For some reason, meeting Ruan Xiaohu again made him feel much better.
Chapter completed!