That afternoon, I was very glad to experience a military camp training. I walked twenty miles with Yingying and returned to the county town. The soles of my feet were almost broken. After experiencing 921 difficulties, we finally arrived downstairs of her house. After parking the car, I felt relieved. My legs were sore and I almost made a grandmother. Long yearn for the empress.
Yingying didn't complain along the way, but instead talked to me in great interest. Sometimes her classmate, sometimes her parents were by my side, and I seriously doubted whether this girl was practicing long-distance running during school.
Because my legs looked like Shanxi vinegar, I followed Yingying upstairs. When he entered the door, he saw that it was me. He came over and patted my head enthusiastically: Yoyo,
Xiaoqing has grown again
I smiled bitterly: Auntie, I haven't grown up for three years. Besides, I'm twenty years old, why are you still touching my head
It's easy to touch, you kid is really an adult. I have some objections to touch it. Hurry up and sit down and drink a little water. What are you doing? Why do you look so embarrassed? She walked to the coffee table to make tea for us
After Yingying told her about our afternoon Long March, the aunt laughed a few times, pointed at us and shook her head without saying anything
After drinking a few cups of tea, I felt much more relaxed. I looked around at this place where I had been to countless times. Suddenly I realized that I hadn't been here for a long time, so I got up and walked around. Yingying asked me in confusion what I was doing. I said that I hadn't inspected my work for many days.
Yingying gave me a look with contempt and said, "You still remember that you haven't been a cleaner for a long time."
I ignored her and walked straight into Yingying's bedroom. Yingying then jumped up and said, "Why did you just enter someone's boudoir?"
I gave her a blank look: I know wherever you put your sanitary napkin, do you know it's good?
Yingying was stunned for a moment and quickly looked at her mother. When she saw that the aunt didn't hear it, she ran over and kicked me on the butt: "A stinky hooligan!"
Walking into Yingying's warm little bedroom, her small room has not changed much, it is still the pure girl's routine, the simple pink tone is very comfortable, I walked to her bed and sat down, and sighed with emotion: You should get married, and the bedroom is like a flowery girl. Isn't this an old widow wearing a red scarf? It's inappropriate
Yingying's face was surging when she heard this. In an instant, her expression was as full as the Central Meteorological Bureau. Finally, she rushed up and covered my head with a quilt and beat me up. I counted silently in the darkness. I was beaten twice in the past few days. Thinking of this, tears flowed silently in the blood.
After a while, I looked through the previous albums with Yingying. They were all photos taken in high school, some in the park, some in the wild, and few in the school. After reading them all, I found that the most handsome one I took was the graduation photo. At that time, I had a slightly mature face and a half-beaten expression that was charming. Although I only agreed with this sentence, it did not stop me from fully appreciating myself. A man, first of all, must know how to appreciate himself before he can find reasons to appreciate others.
After being pregnant for more than an hour, it was almost dark when I left Yingying's house. Yingying wanted to send me off, but I declined. I held it in my arms for several days. I wanted to reminisce about it alone in the place where I grew up.
After buying a pack of cigarettes at the small supermarket, I walked slowly to my house. It was a little cold. I pulled the down jacket to the top of my chin, and covered my head tightly with a hat. My head hung down, and I only exposed my nose and eyes to watch the land.
Some people say that every city has its unique taste, which I agree with very much. This taste is different from food. It is distinguished by smell, but determined by my own feeling, the innate sense of attachment and adaptation. I like the taste of this small county town. Although the streets are not very clean and the buildings on the roadside are not particularly tall, the surrounding country accents and familiar buildings make me obsessed with it. This is my territory. The land under my feet is the placenta that cultivates me to grow up. This kind of intimacy and familiarity is incomparable to any other city.
When I walked past the bus stop, the corners of my mouth cracked a lot. When I was in junior high school, I often squatted nearby with a big brother to watch the thief's thirty-six skills. It was an important station for urban-rural communication. Those who came to the county town in the countryside and those who returned to their hometown in the city had to get on the bus from there, so that place naturally became a paradise for thieves. They relied on tacit understanding and skills to constantly find one or several bills from the person who had just got off the bus. They were lucky, and they had a stack of colorful bills in them. They were not lucky, and they were sulking with half a pack of cigarettes in their hands. Occasionally, if they were found in cooperation without tacit understanding, the thieves would also be held together to shock the person who lost money.
That brother, I still remember that surnamed Fang, is a neighbor of our furniture store. He is in the business of agricultural machinery accessories. He is ten years older than me. He often takes me to travel around the mountains and rivers, or play games at the game hall, falls half dead when he goes to the roller skating rink. When he is romantic, he takes me to accompany him on a blind date. When he is romantic, he takes me to watch thieves steal, but he is the latter. At that time, he once said to me: Xiaoqing, look at those thieves, they are all illegal because they are not good at studying and have no ability. You have to go to school well, don’t go to the road of crime, and have a sense of justice like me.
I asked him: Brother Fang, why don’t you catch a thief if you feel justice?
I'm not a policeman, so it's not within my jurisdiction. If you have the ability in the future, you'll catch two thieves for Brother Fang. Your Brother Fang is not good enough, you'll be numb.
I don't think I'm the stuff for that job, so it's quite interesting to let me squat here to see it. At that time, I didn't have that much sense of justice, and my mind was full of words.
A year ago, Brother Fang was sentenced to death for murder. After learning the news, I was in a low mood. The guy who used to take me everywhere and only followed my elder brother, the guy who set fire with me in Lianhuashan Park, the guy who took me on a blind date and asked me if the girl was good in shape or not, could she be a wife. I got into the underworld because I was angry and beat someone to death. I still remember what he said. He told me not to go to the path of crime, but why did he just leave.
Thinking of this, I sat there and started smoking. His face was lingering in front of my eyes. I tried hard not to think about those beautiful years, but my eyes were still sore. I raised my head and looked at the street lights above my head. At the moment I looked up, I saw a very familiar scene. Two little thieves got on the passenger who had just got off the bus in a tacit understanding. One of them insisted that the passenger met him and started playing a debate with him. The other one took advantage of the passenger's attention and started to attack.
Brother Fang smiled in front of me with a crooked mouth, and I stood up and walked towards the three of them.
Yingying didn't complain along the way, but instead talked to me in great interest. Sometimes her classmate, sometimes her parents were by my side, and I seriously doubted whether this girl was practicing long-distance running during school.
Because my legs looked like Shanxi vinegar, I followed Yingying upstairs. When he entered the door, he saw that it was me. He came over and patted my head enthusiastically: Yoyo,
Xiaoqing has grown again
I smiled bitterly: Auntie, I haven't grown up for three years. Besides, I'm twenty years old, why are you still touching my head
It's easy to touch, you kid is really an adult. I have some objections to touch it. Hurry up and sit down and drink a little water. What are you doing? Why do you look so embarrassed? She walked to the coffee table to make tea for us
After Yingying told her about our afternoon Long March, the aunt laughed a few times, pointed at us and shook her head without saying anything
After drinking a few cups of tea, I felt much more relaxed. I looked around at this place where I had been to countless times. Suddenly I realized that I hadn't been here for a long time, so I got up and walked around. Yingying asked me in confusion what I was doing. I said that I hadn't inspected my work for many days.
Yingying gave me a look with contempt and said, "You still remember that you haven't been a cleaner for a long time."
I ignored her and walked straight into Yingying's bedroom. Yingying then jumped up and said, "Why did you just enter someone's boudoir?"
I gave her a blank look: I know wherever you put your sanitary napkin, do you know it's good?
Yingying was stunned for a moment and quickly looked at her mother. When she saw that the aunt didn't hear it, she ran over and kicked me on the butt: "A stinky hooligan!"
Walking into Yingying's warm little bedroom, her small room has not changed much, it is still the pure girl's routine, the simple pink tone is very comfortable, I walked to her bed and sat down, and sighed with emotion: You should get married, and the bedroom is like a flowery girl. Isn't this an old widow wearing a red scarf? It's inappropriate
Yingying's face was surging when she heard this. In an instant, her expression was as full as the Central Meteorological Bureau. Finally, she rushed up and covered my head with a quilt and beat me up. I counted silently in the darkness. I was beaten twice in the past few days. Thinking of this, tears flowed silently in the blood.
After a while, I looked through the previous albums with Yingying. They were all photos taken in high school, some in the park, some in the wild, and few in the school. After reading them all, I found that the most handsome one I took was the graduation photo. At that time, I had a slightly mature face and a half-beaten expression that was charming. Although I only agreed with this sentence, it did not stop me from fully appreciating myself. A man, first of all, must know how to appreciate himself before he can find reasons to appreciate others.
After being pregnant for more than an hour, it was almost dark when I left Yingying's house. Yingying wanted to send me off, but I declined. I held it in my arms for several days. I wanted to reminisce about it alone in the place where I grew up.
After buying a pack of cigarettes at the small supermarket, I walked slowly to my house. It was a little cold. I pulled the down jacket to the top of my chin, and covered my head tightly with a hat. My head hung down, and I only exposed my nose and eyes to watch the land.
Some people say that every city has its unique taste, which I agree with very much. This taste is different from food. It is distinguished by smell, but determined by my own feeling, the innate sense of attachment and adaptation. I like the taste of this small county town. Although the streets are not very clean and the buildings on the roadside are not particularly tall, the surrounding country accents and familiar buildings make me obsessed with it. This is my territory. The land under my feet is the placenta that cultivates me to grow up. This kind of intimacy and familiarity is incomparable to any other city.
When I walked past the bus stop, the corners of my mouth cracked a lot. When I was in junior high school, I often squatted nearby with a big brother to watch the thief's thirty-six skills. It was an important station for urban-rural communication. Those who came to the county town in the countryside and those who returned to their hometown in the city had to get on the bus from there, so that place naturally became a paradise for thieves. They relied on tacit understanding and skills to constantly find one or several bills from the person who had just got off the bus. They were lucky, and they had a stack of colorful bills in them. They were not lucky, and they were sulking with half a pack of cigarettes in their hands. Occasionally, if they were found in cooperation without tacit understanding, the thieves would also be held together to shock the person who lost money.
That brother, I still remember that surnamed Fang, is a neighbor of our furniture store. He is in the business of agricultural machinery accessories. He is ten years older than me. He often takes me to travel around the mountains and rivers, or play games at the game hall, falls half dead when he goes to the roller skating rink. When he is romantic, he takes me to accompany him on a blind date. When he is romantic, he takes me to watch thieves steal, but he is the latter. At that time, he once said to me: Xiaoqing, look at those thieves, they are all illegal because they are not good at studying and have no ability. You have to go to school well, don’t go to the road of crime, and have a sense of justice like me.
I asked him: Brother Fang, why don’t you catch a thief if you feel justice?
I'm not a policeman, so it's not within my jurisdiction. If you have the ability in the future, you'll catch two thieves for Brother Fang. Your Brother Fang is not good enough, you'll be numb.
I don't think I'm the stuff for that job, so it's quite interesting to let me squat here to see it. At that time, I didn't have that much sense of justice, and my mind was full of words.
A year ago, Brother Fang was sentenced to death for murder. After learning the news, I was in a low mood. The guy who used to take me everywhere and only followed my elder brother, the guy who set fire with me in Lianhuashan Park, the guy who took me on a blind date and asked me if the girl was good in shape or not, could she be a wife. I got into the underworld because I was angry and beat someone to death. I still remember what he said. He told me not to go to the path of crime, but why did he just leave.
Thinking of this, I sat there and started smoking. His face was lingering in front of my eyes. I tried hard not to think about those beautiful years, but my eyes were still sore. I raised my head and looked at the street lights above my head. At the moment I looked up, I saw a very familiar scene. Two little thieves got on the passenger who had just got off the bus in a tacit understanding. One of them insisted that the passenger met him and started playing a debate with him. The other one took advantage of the passenger's attention and started to attack.
Brother Fang smiled in front of me with a crooked mouth, and I stood up and walked towards the three of them.
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