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Chapter VII

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    The weather is getting hotter, and the school requires students to wear white shirts, blue pants, and white sneakers uniformly.  Zhao Xuejun was wearing the old clothes of his second brother Zhao Xuebing. The white shirt was not white, it was gray and there were ink marks on the back of the shirt.  Zhao Xuejun remembers that when he was a child, he always got angry with his parents because of wearing old clothes. Who doesn't like to wear brand new clothes?  Now, he just took the white shirt that his mother had changed, smiled, and got on his body without thinking about it.

    Seeing his son in old clothes, Gao Juzi was heartbroken, but that sadness only stayed for a moment and then was thrown aside.  The husband has been promoted, and there are more and more things at home, and there are more and more human contacts.  Children will be given six-foot cotton cloth when they are full moon, washbasin and thermos pots will be given to them when they get married, and two packs of calcium milk biscuits will be given to friends and colleagues who are sick and hospitalized.  These things have to be bought with money. Even if you don't want to give them away, it's really bad if people come to your house to invite them.  There are more and more places that need money, so Gao Juzi took the initiative to go home and ask his father for Zhao Jianguo's 3,000 yuan transfer fee.  That night, she came back crying, reluctant to buy a 30 cents ticket, and walked 30 miles back on the mountain road.

    Zhao Jianguo has been very generous recently, perhaps because he really became a leader. He knew that his wife had returned to her natal family to ask for money, and he also expected that she would never come back.  But he didn't say anything. In the past, maybe he would really quarrel with his wife because of the 3,000 yuan and force her to go back to her natal home. Even if he knew that he would not return the 3,000 yuan, he would always let it out.  Now, he has too much hope for his future in life, and he vaguely feels that the three thousand yuan is not that important.  He has a lot of things to do, and in the future he can foresee that his world will definitely not be as simple as three thousand yuan.  Every day, every day, he is very busy. Apart from going to work, he has to find time to study. He feels that he is almost ignorant, ignorant of people, and ignorant of living.  Sometimes, he would sit quietly in the office and think about the wonderful question of why people are alive. After thinking about it, he would take a pair of chess pieces and go to the city museum on his bicycle to find a chess piece after get off work.

    Lao Chang is the concierge of the museum. He is really an interesting person. What makes him interesting is that he has a wonderful interpretation of life and the world. He has his own charming explanation for almost every problem that Zhao Jianguo can't figure out.  , such as history, such as units, such as families, such as the present era.  In the vast world, ever-changing, never departing from its roots.

    Zhao Jianguo never felt that he lost his identity when he interacted with Lao Chang. He just used his own way to learn Lao Chang's intonation very seriously, tried his best to imitate those interesting intonations, combined with historical figures, and forced himself to write down one story after another. History  There are always similarities. I often compare the current world with history, and sometimes this comparison often gives Zhao Jianguo a kind of living enlightenment.  All suddenly, but that's all.

    ?Compared to the changes of his father, Zhao Xuejun is still living a life that is similar but not the same as before. After June 1st, the teacher put him and the female monitor Peng Juan together.  On the afternoon of the first day after the vacation, Peng Juan combed her twenty-five braids and came to school like a little Xinjiang person. In an instant, she became a man of the hour.

    The students in the temporary class came to visit, and the senior students also came to visit. Finally, the teachers called Peng Juan to the office to appreciate it for a while.  Peng Juan was delighted, but she didn't know that her deskmate looked at her with the eyes of an alien. Think about it, white shirt, blue pants, red scarf and twenty-five braids that black Africans are used to.  , it can be described as strange to the extreme.

    "What are you looking at! Have you never seen a Xinjiang person?" Peng Juan raised her proud chin and cast a contemptuous glance at Zhao Xuejun.  She thought she was beautiful, incomparably beautiful.

    I really haven't seen it before. Zhao Xuejun lowered his head speechlessly and treats women. No matter how old the woman is, he can save a lot of things if he doesn't care.  This is an experience lived for many years.  Zhao Xuejun lowered his head and flipped through his textbook. His textbook was new as if it had just been issued, and there were very few sketches in his textbook.

    Seeing that Zhao Xuejun didn't speak, Peng Juan started looking for something again: "Zhao Xuejun, have you watched "Spring Water Ding Dong"? My mother took me to watch it on June 1st. It was so good, and I even learned to sing the little conch in it."  .¡± Peng Juan hummed the tune in the movie, she looked cute.

    "You learned it after reading it once?" Zhao Xuejun hurriedly fawned, and they were going to sit together for a semester. He had seen this girl pierce her deskmate with the tip of a compass, and her hands were not ordinary black.

    "Of course, I will be able to listen to any song once. My mother said that I will be a singer in the future." Peng Juan felt very good about herself. After she finished speaking, she took a contemptuous glance at the classroom door  The classmates who came to visit her were crowded, and they were so beautiful that they almost floated away.

    Zhao Xuejun searched for Peng Juan's later trajectory in his memory very seriously, but he had long forgotten about this person, and even he almost didn't know this proud little girl.  The only thing he can be sure of is that now in caseMy brother was tired for a while, but today my eldest brother is absent-minded. He and the guy he met in the bathhouse have finished writing novels. They are going to the poplar grove for the government logistics. There, the developing teenagers will quietly hide aside, admiring the hugs of men.  Women dance shameless ballroom dancing.  The second brother is leaving too. He and his friends are going to the school to play table tennis on the stone platform.  Zhao Xuejun waved his little hand, indicating that it was okay to go home alone, and he could not go far, but his brother pedaled over, grabbed him, and stuffed five cents into his hand.

    Grabbing his brother's five cents, Zhao Xuejun strolled home with his schoolbag on his shoulders. When he was about to reach the small courtyard, he saw Peng Juan, the female squad leader. Peng Juan, who had changed into her school uniform, was playing very happily.  A group of boys, girls and children gathered in front of the telegraph pole, and Peng Juan was tied to the telegraph pole, pretending to be heroic and righteous, and yelled loudly: "Bah! Dog traitor!"

    The male kid standing opposite is the "warrior" in his class. He imitates a spy and is called a talented person. I saw him wearing his hat crookedly, holding a belt, waving it in the air a few times, and smiling wretchedly.  And dubbed exactly:

    "Crack! Crack! Tell me, aren't you ¡õ¡õ?!"

    "Ah! Ah! Bah! It's not to be afraid of death! Dog spy! You are a rabbit whose tail can't grow any longer!" Peng Juan screamed, filled with righteous indignation, heroic and unyielding, and finally committed suicide by biting her tongue.  Song.

    "Ah!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

    Zhao Xuejun trembled, swaying in the trembling wind, he supported the big tree and held his stomach, thinking that it would be better to die in the next moment, the laughter startled the little friend on the opposite side, probably because he was a little embarrassed to be seen playing with girls  .  The "Warrior" classmate turned around and ran away with a group of children, leaving the lonely martyr Peng Juan tied to the pole.

    Zhao Xuejun wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, walked over slowly with a forced haha, and did not intend to untie Peng Juan. Peng Juan struggled a few times, feeling very humiliated, and tears fell down.

    "Ah, from Xinjiang." Zhao Xuejun tugged at his twenty-five braids.

    "snort!"

    "Aha! Biting your tongue and killing yourself, you are so brave!"

    Pull the bundled hemp rope.

    ? When Peng Juan was crying, like howling, Zhao Xuejun froze for a moment, then turned around and ran away. He was fine, why is he so fragile?  In the starry sky in the 1980s, the stars were shining every moment. Peng Juan was tied to the pole alone, crying and cursing: "Stinky Zhao Xuejun, dog traitor! I'm going to report to the teacher!!!!!!  Wow!!!!!!!"

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