Bai Fumei in the ’70s

"Originally, you also have a chance. You have a high culture and good popularity. If the mass vote is sure to have your share. The leader is standing here. What are you doing just now?"

Zhou Jiazhen was both indignant and sorry.

Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help crying, because it still happened.

But she thought about it carefully. It seemed that Jiang Li didn't go to university before long.

The so-called workers, peasants, and soldiers are also called workers, peasants, and soldiers. They are local students who are selected from among workers, peasants, and the People's Liberation Army.

But looking at Zhou Jiazhen who looked sorry, Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help comforting: "It's okay, I don't care."

She really didn't envy the college students of workers, peasants and soldiers, and had never thought of running for the quota.

Zhao Lanxiang knew that the 77-year college entrance examination was resumed. Since then, there is no need for local recommendation to go to university. Through his own efforts, he can still go to university.

Although there are many outstanding talents among workers, peasants, soldiers and college students.The same is the case of students who have finished college, but because of the increasing number of backdoors, the selection is recommended. The quality of the students is uneven, so that the qualifications of the workers, peasants and soldiers are not recognized.One is recommended to go to college, and the other is admitted to college by its own strength, which is more convincing. This is needless to say.

The "workers, peasants, soldiers and trainees" was so fragrant that others grabbed their heads and broke the blood, but it was not so attractive to Zhao Lanxiang.But now it is a very bright avenue for jumping out of rural household registration and eating commercial grain.In order to grab such a place, the price paid by ordinary people is so unimaginably heavy.

She took a sip of water and said with a smile: "Of course this opportunity must be reserved for people who are struggling hard and have a positive effect. I dare to think about this "negative"."

Zhou Jiazhen yelled, then silenced for a long time before saying: "I dare not think about it anymore."

Zhao Lanxiang touched her dry hair, and Xing's eyes flashed: "Although I was also expected to be elected, it is worth persevering to study. Even if I don't have a college degree now, my dream will one day. Achieved."

"The road is tortuous and the future is bright."

Zhou Jiazhen grabbed Zhao Lanxiang's ponytail and smiled and scolded: "Bah, yuck, all old girls, dare to think about college."

Zhao Lanxiang handed the kettle to Zhou Jiazhen, "Come on a sip and wait to work."

After the noon break, everyone started to work again. Zhao Lanxiang raised her head to dig up the soil and learned to dig the trenches to plan the soil. She worked slowly and everyone else finished to rest. She was still behind. Swallow it.

Suddenly, Zhou Jiazhen pushed Zhao Lanxiang's arm and asked in surprise: "Look, why did that second son come?"

Zhao Lanxiang raised his head, He Songbai somehow came down from the mountain, standing behind her now.

He said, "My work is done."

Zhao Lanxiang said: "After you finish your work, you will finish it. What are you doing here?"

She squeezed her lips and pressed the upward angle of her lips.

He Songbai said: "My sister let me come and help you work."

Zhao Lanxiang's hand gripped his head tightly, and the smile that filled the corners of his lips also faded.

"Oh, I would like to thank my elder sister for caring about me...but she helped me once in the morning, and she didn't need it in the afternoon."

He Songbai heard that the thick black eyebrows were intertwined.

As if in a man's heart, thinking about how a woman is such a troublesome creature at the moment, Zhao Lanxiang leaned her head over, holding her head and bending over to raise the soil.

He Songbai quickly glanced around his eyes, lowering his voice and saying, "You are weak, don't be brave, just wait for me when there are more people. I won't be able to help you."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed the head of Zhao Lanxiang, pulled it to the other side, and bent over to scoop up the soil.His hoe fell into the ground, and the soil around him splashed up and down. The woman had to spend an entire afternoon doing the work, and he finished it in half an hour.The pit was dug deep and neatly, and the planed soil was neatly laid in two lanes.

He Songbai sweated between his foreheads, he said: "I will come to help you and obey at this time in the future."

After he dropped the sentence, he went away, and his soft voice drowned in the wind.

The word "obedient" made Zhao Lanxiang suddenly stunned.

Old men often hang these two words in their mouths, and every time they say the word lightly, his face is endlessly indulgent.She finally found a little bit of similarity between them.

Zhao Lanxiang touched his thumping heart.

Zhou Jiazhen couldn't help but screamed in surprise. In her consciousness, only the talents who dealt with the object would help work in such a fair and honest manner.

Zhao Lanxiang hurriedly covered her mouth and said, "The sisters of the He family are very nice. You should not be prejudiced against them."

Zhou Jiazhen was as shocked as she heard the gossip. She said: "You have also been deceived by them, and the people who are close to Zhu are red and the people who are black are black. This old saying is true."

Zhao Lanxiang also said: "I believe what I see and feel, rather than blindly believe the gossip. You lived in the house of the branch secretary, and you usually help them to pick up housework, and the rent is also given on time. Will people come to work for you?"

Zhou Jiazhen has a few words, "They are busy people, where are they free to do these jobs."

Zhao Lanxiang said, "The branch secretary's work does not have to worry about not eating enough. The sisters of the He family don't work, they don't have to earn a cent, and they are hungry, but they chose to help me do the work. "

Zhou Jiazhen didn't speak.

Zhao Lanxiang sighed and said, "Work."

Zhou Jiazhen said: "Good!"

The next day, although Zhao Lanxiang was very unwilling, He Songbai came to her job on time.The old educated youths finished watching the pit she and Zhou Jiazhen dug together, and couldn't help but praise it.

Zhou Jiazhen was so embarrassed to receive this praise, she didn't want to admit it, she had to admit it, she also got Zhao Lanxiang's light.

Because He Lao Er came to help Zhao Lanxiang, she dug her by the way.

Zhao Lanxiang saw that He Songbai was so hard, and he was not happy, so he went to the store to buy meat on the weekend and bought diligently, supplying him with oil and water every three weeks.

The people in the village are envious, and the He family is really blessed!

Since the female educated youth from that city lived in the He family, the He family also followed the dip, eating meat and meat, and loving food and food.They were so thin like African refugees that they ate like a "European" in the village.

Everyone is also tired like a dog, but when you go back home, you eat it. The food is still sweet potatoes and green beans.And this scented, vivid contrast is the most painful.

They couldn't chew on the door and ask for some food, and they were forced to smell the smell every day.Who made many of them still approved. The main force of the Douhe family, the relationship has never been repaired for so many years.

Want to come to beg for meat?

They still have to cheer on their faces. How can they bow their heads to those bad elements for these few bites?

So they can only close the door at the meal, give full play to their imagination, and imagine the sweet potato bean money rice in the bowl as meat, and happily smell the smell of meat in the air to finish every meal.

Hey!That Zhao Zhiqing didn't know what he was doing, why was it so fragrant, so fragrant every day!If Zhao Zhiqing came to his house, it was just right!Since the bad elements of the He family could soak up, they couldn't even drink rice soup.

As a result, He Songbai went to work for Zhao Lanxiang one day, and when they were hit by the same team, these people seemed to have caught the vent, and they caught people's painful footsteps all day long, seeing stitches and saying sour words while working.

Sister He's ears were very clean, and she was also deaf. Others shouted in front of her with a broken throat, and she could not hear a word.Chewing the tongue in front of her was a waste of energy and was full of panic.

It's just that He Songbai is pitiful. The "care" he has suffered is double, and his ears have never been cleaned.

"The girl doll is so handsome, she eats meat for Lang, and gives Lang Nuan..."

"Shut up." He Songbai said softly, his muffled voice threatened.

The man sang again in front of He Songbai with more excitement. The person who sang smoothly was called Wang Xizi. He was poor and sloppy. He was still in his thirties and could not get his wife in his mouth. A pair of turbid eyes bloomed with strange light, excited and excited.

Others booed and laughed loudly.

"He's second family is so poor that there are only two broken houses left, and even thieves are reluctant to go through the door. I don't know if I take a piss and take photos as if I am worth the cultural people from other cities..."

Wang Xiuzi became more proud, and even shook his head and sang the two sentences. He Songbai shook his head away, and casserole-like fists greeted Wang Xiuzi like a meteor.

On this day, Zhao Lanxiang did not wait to come to He Songbai to dig a ditch for her and pour rubble.

When the sun was setting, He Sanya ran to Zhao Lanxiang with two tears in her eyes. "Sister, can I see my elder brother? He has a lot of blood."

He Sanya pointed in that direction, and her nose shed tears.Zhao Lanxiang immediately dropped the cart and ran to He Songbai's work place.She saw a pool of blood flowing on the ground, and the whole body's blood was coagulated. She finally calmed down and grabbed a person to ask what happened.

After inquiring about the ins and outs, she ran back to the old house of He's house and hurriedly pushed open the door of He Songbai's room. I saw that in the dimly lit room, the man was lying on the bed with his short black hair under the quilt.There was a smell of medicinal oil in the air, pungent and strong.

Zhao Lanxiang walked over and saw that the person was still lying down, and the dampness in his eyes closed.

She asked casually: "Oh, this time is too busy, I haven't had time to ask, is your leg better?"

"I want to see your legs."

He Songbai grabbed the quilt and said lightly, "It's alright."

Zhao Lanxiang lifted the thin quilt on his body, and looked up and down the scars on his body. The chest of the wheat color was covered with scales and bruises, and many places even oozed purple scars. He was deep. A blood scar coagulated on the corner of the sharp eyebrow, and blood flowed all the way to the cheek.It looks terrible.

She pressed her skin gently with her fingers.

The man screamed immediately, and Zhao Lanxiang said, "Should I deserve to fight?"

He Songbai frowned, sore with pain, even the nerves were numb, and he couldn't think about anything else. He said hoarsely: "Talk nonsense, the lesson."

Zhao Lanxiang found more medicine from his room, washed him the wound with alcohol, and put him on the medicine again, and finally said lightly: "No nonsense."

The mild medicine brought a solace to the hot wound, and the numb wound hurt like a loss of consciousness at the moment.He Songbai's hissing and halting sound stopped, and at this moment he could free up excess energy to think about when the woman beside him leaned over and sat next to him, and when he bent down to touch him carefully Her chest, and how her whole body seemed to sit in his arms, how untimely.

Close to him, he could grab the breath from her mouth between his breaths. The uninjured hand touched her warm and soft plumpness, quietly in the dark room, and the visual weakness enhanced other feelings. keen.He could even smell the faint fragrance of her from a pungent smell.

"What, what?"

He Songbai pulled back his hand stiffly as if he were being burned.

Zhao Lanxiang blinked and said seriously: "He didn't talk nonsense."

The pair of crystal clear apricot eyes were like autumn water, tender and charming, blinking He Songbai's eyelids, his temples hurt painfully.

She smiled and held his retreating hand. The slim body pressed closer to him. He Songbai's lips were soft and wet, and her head suddenly became blank. She only felt like the whole person was thundered and covered. The scalding is like lava and it is about to explode.

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