Bai Fumei in the ’70s

112 Chapter 112

For a while, Zhao Lanxiang fell off with him, her hand was pressed by him, and she had to stare at him with open eyes.

She just wanted to feed some milk to He Songbai, but today's atmosphere is too good, the night is too beautiful, and the lights are so soft and just right. Itchy.Such a great figure is invisible to older men.

He Songbai hugged her waist, where it was slender and soft, and he pinched hard.

After pinching, he rubbed her.

Zhao Lanxiang thought that if his conscience discovered Ken to stop, she would "discover conscience".

But this night He Songbai, reason seems to be away from home, he slowly unbuttoned her clothes.

He gasped in a hurry, as if in a dream, with a fascinating and pious face.

He said, "Don't move, I'll take a look."

Believe in his evil.

He Songbai really couldn't look directly at her wet eyes lying on the bed, and her clear and pure eyes seemed to make his dirty thoughts clear.

But he couldn't help it, and his fingers followed the magical obedience to his heart.When he saw the dazzling whiteness and touched the woman's soft and fragrant skin, his spine seemed to be electrified.

He was sober all over, and his drink was almost gone.

He Songbai gazed at the beauty that belonged to her alone, took a deep breath around her, and shivered uncontrollably.

"You are beautiful." He said hoarsely.

In the late night of midwinter, the north wind screamed outside the window, and the cold and hurried winter rain rustled underground in the middle of the night.

Inside the house is a group of warm spring colors, and the warm sweet fragrance belonging to the women melts together.

...

During the day, Zhao Lanxiang woke up and found that He Songbai had already gotten up.

He bitterly frowned deeply.

Zhao Lanxiang closed her eyes and embraced the quilt full of the man's dry taste, and slept again.In winter, everyone loves to sleep lazy, even grandma and big sister are no exception.

He Songbai called her up, but he moved her cautiously as a thief and secretly sent her back to her house while others were not paying attention.

He said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be like this."

Although it didn't break through the last step, it was already defiled her purity.He Songbai remembered the decision he had vowed when he promised to talk with him. At this moment, he just thought it was like a hot slap in the face.

Pain, my face hurts.

He lowered his head and dared not look at her eyes.

He said, "Wait for Spring, I will come to the house to raise my relatives. I..."

Zhao Lanxiang responded with a smile: "Okay."

He Songbai also said: "Since you wake up, just get up and eat breakfast."

After the subject had finished washing, he brought Yangchun's noodle just out of the pot to her, and put his hands on it.He watched her small pink mouth sip noodles in a mouthful, delicate and graceful, and finally ate up a whole bowl of noodles. He Songbai felt that his heart was full.

He said: "I have to return the book before the university holiday. I will go today and help you buy the train ticket."

Zhao Lanxiang thought that she had nothing to do, and said: "I want to go too, and bring some specialty here to my parents."

He Songbai nodded and agreed. He packed several thick books into his backpack and let the subject go in his car first.

...

Zhao Lanxiang came to X University, she said: "The book I printed for you was also borrowed from here."

He Songbai put away the bicycle and pulled out the book: "Gu Gong introduced me to come here. His friend is the principal of University x. There is a library here to find books, but it is too humane."

"You are here waiting, I will go back as soon as I go."

Thinking that returning the book was not a delay, Zhao Lanxiang responded, "Hurry up and go back."

He Songbai nodded.

He handed the book back to the principal Fu, who was an old man who was more than a year old and was not very kind.

He asked sternly: "Your college entrance examination results are out."

"Have you reported X?"

He Songbai answered honestly, "No."

Principal Fu was very dissatisfied with his answer, but said nothing.

He Songbai shuttled through the empty campus. When I came here, I saw these workers, peasants, soldiers and soldiers coming and going. I was very envious.

But he will also be one of them, this time he finally feels no outsiders.

He took a road before picking up the car, and He Songbai thought about turning into the trail so that at least half of the distance could be saved.

The trail is fragrant, and the dead branches and leaves are spread all over the ground. There will be a rustling sound when you step on it.

He Songbai met Wu Yong by accident.

He helped a female student to walk. It was raining last night. The muddy trails were slippery and slippery. When he saw He Songbai, he crossed his eyes and was surprised.

He Songbai hurried up and helped both of them greedy.

He grabbed Wu Yong's thin hand, and his rough thumb pinched Wu Yong's shoulder, which prevented Wu Yong's doom on all four feet.

This... touch, He Songbai froze for a moment, he withdrew his own hand.

Wu Yong picked up his glasses that fell on the ground, but it happened to fall on the thick leaves without breaking.

He Songbai asked the female student: "Don't fall, what's going on?"

Wu Yong said: "She suddenly felt dizzy and I helped out--"

He hadn't finished his words yet, and a meteor-like casserole punched hard against his facade.

"Ah-hitting someone -" the stunned and dizzy schoolgirl screamed and hurried away to pull away He Songbai.

"what's wrong with you?"

He Songbai finally let go of his hand and put down the cruel words: "You better converge, don't let me catch the tail."

Wu Yong crawled up from the ground in embarrassment, he covered the broken lens with his hand, "What are you talking about?"

...

Zhao Lanxiang waited for a long time without waiting for someone, put the bicycle outside the door, and walked into the campus by himself.Bikes have been registered at the police station this year, and others are afraid to steal.

After two steps, she saw He Songbai approaching head-on.

He was holding a hot corn cob in his hand, and both handed it to Zhao Lanxiang.

"Are you hungry, eat it."

As if he had passed the intimacy of last night, his attitude was lower and he was more courteous.It used to be estimated that one person would eat one, but now he would hand her both.

Zhao Lanxiang gave him one, and he ate the corn three times and five times.

"Go, let's go back."

Zhao Lanxiang was sitting behind his bicycle, embracing his strong and strong waist, and his broad shoulders were warm enough to make people feel safe.She asked, "How did you spend so long just now?"

He Songbai returned a long time ago: "Go bought two corns."

Zhao Lanxiang asked no more. They pulled two pieces of cloth in the department store in the city, totaling nine feet and eight, and bought a thermos again.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "The one at home has not kept warm for a long time. If you change a thermos, you don't need to heat hot water often in winter, and Granny drinks easily."

He Songbai bought two, also known as two pounds of fruit candy.

Sweets such as caramel, nougat, and sesame can be made cheaper, and fruit-flavored sugar is an industrial product, and the price is expensive.In Zhao Lanxiang's opinion, the taste is not as good as artisanal sugar, but at this time, people are looking for a fresh one.

Needless to say, like chocolate candy and toffee, there is no price but no market. It is rarely sold here.

Zhao Lanxiang had an orange flavor in his mouth, and kissed Song Hebai when he stopped while walking down the mountain road.

"Do you taste sweet or not?"

"Sweet." His eyebrows contained warmth that was too thick to melt away.

In the afternoon, He Songbai returned the bicycle to his friends in the city and took the object to the car.When I arrived in the county, I went to Li Zhong's house for a meal and took out my own Phoenix car.

Tossing the car in such a toss, they approached home at dusk.

Zhao Lanxiang was so tired that he washed his face and went back to bed. He Songbai put his bicycle away but walked straight to the bullpen.

Prophet Hu fell asleep next to the heater, Gu Huaijin added firewood by the stove, and from time to time dug the sweet potatoes that were buried inside to see if he was cooked.

His hair is gray, and he has added a lot of silver thread when he first came to Hezitun last year.The fire of coal shone on his face, vaguely reflecting the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, and his face squinting slightly, contented and old.

He Songbai walked over and whispered to him, "I have something to say, come with me."

Gu Huaijin glared at the stinky boy and said angrily: "I am roasting sweet potatoes. What mysterious secrets can't be said here?"

Sweet potato is definitely a boring food for rural people, but for the past year, Zhao Lanxiang was entrusted by Gu Shuoming to carefully take care of Gu Huaijin's food. What to eat, you can also take some milk cream to supplement nutrition.Until now, Gu Huaijin didn't dislike the taste of sweet potatoes, but often roasted a few in winter to get rid of frozen.

He Songbai said in a low voice.

Gu Huaijin immediately gave up his beloved roasted sweet potatoes and followed He Songbai.

On a small dirt slope somewhere inconspicuous, He Songbai told Gu Huaijin a long sentence. His one-piece mouth seemed to give Gu Huaijin a knife, and Gu Huaijin heard a sudden change in his face.

He Songbai said lightly: "Why, can't you believe me?"

Gu Huaijin shook his head. At this moment, his mind turned to the ashes on the mountain last winter.Gu Huaijin was never someone who didn't know what to do, and it would have been saved a life anyway, but he refused to think deeply.Prophet Hu mentioned Wu Yong's case many times. Gu Huaijin was able to help, but he procrastinated.

What is not owed to human relations is an excuse. He Songbai is not a student who is still free to come and go in the x-large library?

"If you are right, this person is abominable." He said for a long time after being silent.

"All sage books are read into the dog's stomach."

He Songbai breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, hurry up and write a report letter to your old friend, this kind of person must never stay in school."

Gu Huaijin promised solemnly, and soon wrote a letter with the anger of his stomach.

By the warm fireside, the sleeping figure was long gone.

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Ping Shengjun: I risked my life and gave you a broth

Ping Shengjun who tried on the edge said that he was trembling, worried, and afraid.

Bangbo: Oh

Beautiful fragrance: oh

Go ahead and try again?