Traveling through the 1970s: The young wife loves to make trouble

Chapter 196 The Bicycle Seller
The whole incident was a complete misunderstanding. Wei Jingyuan didn't want to waste time here and said to Tao Qiuyi, "Let's go."

"Okay." Tao Qiuyi nodded in agreement.

The two had only taken a few steps when they heard voices behind them.

"Comrade." The middle-aged man squatted beside the male comrade and said kindly, "Don't cry, it's not a big deal. It's just that the salesperson at the supply and marketing cooperative refused to buy your bicycle."

"If she doesn't want it, you can sell it to someone else. Since you don't want the bicycle ticket and you're willing to sell the bicycle, why are you worried about not being able to sell it?"

No bicycle tickets, selling bicycles? Tao Qiuyi grasped the key point and stopped immediately.

Wei Jingyuan stopped and saw Tao Qiuyi's bright eyes. He immediately understood what she was thinking. He also heard the middle-aged man's words of advice to gay men: sell bicycles.

Looking back at the bicycle, it was a standard black 28-inch bicycle. It looked about 90% new, and it was obvious that the owner took good care of it.

The man said with a nasal voice, "She clearly said she wanted to buy it, but when I brought the bike here today, she suddenly changed her mind. But my mother is still waiting for the money... I'm useless, I'm really useless."

As he spoke, the man started crying again.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you crying again while talking? It's really..." The middle-aged man stood up anxiously and took a few steps back.

"From what you said, it seems like you know why he's crying." The aunt walked over to the middle-aged man and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Seeing the aunt's curious look, the middle-aged man lowered his voice and said, "Sister-in-law, I don't know much about it. Since you asked, I will tell you about it."

"Just now, I was at the supply and marketing cooperative, and I was buying something. He..." Glancing at the man who was still sitting, the middle-aged man continued, "It was this man."

"He pushed his bicycle into the supply and marketing cooperative looking for someone, and the person he was looking for was the saleswoman who brought me the item."

"From the conversation, it seems the saleswoman wanted to buy the man's bicycle. He pushed the bicycle over, and the saleswoman suddenly changed her mind and decided not to buy it."

"The man said a lot of nice things, but the saleswoman insisted on not buying anything."

The aunt looked puzzled, "Why did he sell his bicycle?"

"He's probably in urgent need of money, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sell his bike." The middle-aged man felt both sympathy and envy. "It's so hard to buy a bike these days! Not only are they expensive, but you also need a bike ticket."

"You can't buy bicycle tickets at the supply and marketing cooperative in our town. You have to take a bus to the supply and marketing cooperative in the county to buy them. You have to rely on luck. If you're lucky, you can buy a bicycle at once. If you're unlucky, it's a wasted trip."

"A friend of mine had his son getting married, and he finally managed to get a bicycle ticket. He happily took the ticket to the county supply and marketing cooperative to buy a bicycle, but ended up making a wasted trip."

The auntie quickly asked, "Did your friend buy a bicycle? Why not ask your friend to buy the gay one?"

The man sitting on the ground listened to what the two said and was also shocked. He looked at the middle-aged man with anticipation.

"Of course I bought a bicycle." The man held up three fingers. "It took me half a month and three trips to the county supply and marketing cooperative to buy a bicycle."

Bought it! The man immediately hung his head in disappointment.

The auntie agreed, "I've heard that bicycles are really hard to buy, and they're really expensive."

The middle-aged man nodded in agreement.

The auntie walked over to the man and sat down next to him, comforting him, "Young man, listen to me and don't cry. Your bike looks new, you'll definitely be able to sell it." "Thank you, auntie," the man said, forcing a smile that was uglier than crying, then muttered, "But I have to sell the bike today... today."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" The aunt was startled, and suddenly thought of the middle-aged man she had gossiped with, and looked up at him. "Hey, brother, since you said this bicycle is so hard to buy, why don't you buy it for this young man?"

"I really want to buy it!" the middle-aged man said with regret, "But I don't have money."

"Why are you bragging when you have no money?" The aunt retracted her gaze to the man and saw that he had started to cry again. "Oh! Oh! Why are you crying again? Don't cry, can you..."

"Men don't shed tears easily, but they do when they are sad." A clear and soft voice interrupted the aunt.

The aunt looked up and saw the young couple from before. She asked in confusion, "You two haven't left yet?"

She watched the couple turn and leave.

The middle-aged man was also confused, but he was smart enough not to ask.

Tao Qiuyi didn't answer the aunt's question. She walked up to the man, looked down at him, and asked, "Are you sure you want to sell your bicycle?"

The man slowly raised his head and saw the white cotton coat she was wearing. He remembered the clothes she was wearing, the same one he had almost bumped into.

His eyes fixed on her face, a very pretty face. Suddenly, the man's eyes fixed on her. What did she just say?

She asked him if he was sure he wanted to buy a bicycle. Yes, that's what she asked. The man looked at Tao Qiuyi and nodded firmly. "I'm sure."

He came out to sell bicycles, and he lay on the ground crying because he couldn't sell any bicycles.

He looked a little funny with tears on his face, and choked up as he said, "My mother needs treatment at the county hospital. I have no money, so I had to sell my bicycle."

When gay men think of their mothers lying in bed sweating in pain and comforting them by saying that everything is okay, they feel useless.

It turned out that he had to sell his bicycle to pay for his mother's medical treatment. Tao Qiuyi nodded in understanding, thinking that this man was a filial person.

Filial people cannot be lumped together with good people.

Tao Qiuyi said, "I can pay for your bike, but I don't like trouble. Do you understand me?"

Hearing her say that she could buy her own bicycle, the man stood up suddenly. Tears blurred his vision and he wiped the tears from his face with the sleeve of his cotton coat.

Seeing him stand up, Tao Qiuyi took a step back.

The man looked at Tao Qiuyi and carefully confirmed, "You... you really can pay for... buy my bike."

"Okay." Tao Qiuyi nodded and said again that he didn't like trouble.

"I understand." The man was no fool and assured her, "I guarantee this is definitely my bike. I bought it at the county supply and marketing cooperative in May this year. I definitely didn't steal it."

"Comrade, please believe me, I really didn't steal anyone else's bicycle. This bicycle is mine, it's really mine."

Tao Qiuyi said: "It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. What matters is that you have evidence to prove that this bicycle is yours."

"Evidence, what evidence?" The man was stunned. He didn't know what evidence it was!