11 Lanfeng

Qingdou later found out what kind of person Zhu Yangyang was.

He is not Xu Zhimo, nor Hu Shi, he is just a typical two-faced good student in the late 1980s.

He takes mechanical and electrical courses during the day and recites poetry in the evening. He often stays in the school library. He has a set of business cards suitable for teachers and juniors. He has a very expressive dream that can summarize practical things from a high level. But what he cares most about in private is not the big things about family affairs, but where is the research paper of the Ming and Qing qi qi novel written in the School of Literature. For the outside world, he recommends literary magazines, caring about cultural movements, and inside, the "History of the Qing Palace" stuffed under the pillow, and the "Memoir of a J Girl" in the row of Chinese and foreign literature in the library, the most against the wall and the lowest level.

There are many people in the family yard with two faces.

In Qingdou's heart, Zou Yuxin must be a part of it. After the foreign cigarette incident, Zou Yuxin still greeted Qingdou with a smile and would still stuff her big white rabbit milk candy.

Qingdou smiled back with a smile. She thought, if they really had the ability to read their minds, their inner activities when they looked at each other and laughed at each other would be scary.

Before going to bed, she said she didn't like Gu Yi and his family, and asked Qingsong to stay away.

The second brother asked to guess the reason, smiled softly, and said to her: "Dou'er, you study hard, maybe you can pick one in the future, but I, business is all about having a smile that cannot be defeated. If I get angry, we would have drunk the northwest wind. You know, nine of the ten bargaining bargaining are enemies. Moreover, I can laugh when I see people, and the other party scolds me and pushes me, and I will not be annoyed. Over time, I will see something different."

Qingdou asked, what's the difference?

Cheng Qingsong thought for a while, "I can't explain this clearly," sighed again, "You will know when you wait."

"Did you mean wait for me to grow up?"

"Wait for you to know someone longer, or experience a little more."

Cheng Qingsong said this in the summer when Qingdou Primary School graduated. When she knew it a little, it was already the winter vacation of the third year of junior high school.

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Lin Fenfang steams dozens of trellis buns during winter.

She talked with her neighbors about the quantity and fillings, and it was more cost-effective to share the cost. Of course, she must have done some manual money.

It is not good to ask for money in person. If someone doesn’t have the right money in his hands, he will talk about credit and say that the money for these steamed buns is not good. It will hurt you so much. But don’t lose a lot.

So Lin Fenfang was so anxious that she came up with a trick.

When she makes the buns, she will send some free laborers, such as Qingdou, Yu Feifei, and Yu Tingting, to help her deliver them to various families. Usually, girls will quickly receive money for the buns after reading their pitiful lines, and if they can't get them, they will be scolded.

This year, Zhang Lanfeng also asked for buns. When Qingdou went to Huzi's house to deliver buns, Huzi was still "in prison" at the school. She knocked on the door and waited, and was about to leave. Only when the sound of slippers were sounded in the inner room.

Zhang Lanfeng's hair was rarely tied up without energy, and she was haggard with her face.

Qingdou: "Hello, Auntie, are you taking a nap?" It's already evening.

Zhang Lanfeng pulled the corners of her mouth, but she didn't mean to laugh, "Put it on the table."

The table is a space-saving steel folding table, so it won't be opened. Seeing that she was not energetic, Qingdou hugged the straw basket and opened the table with one hand and put it in the center: "Okay, aunt."

Zhang Lanfeng's lips were pale, she nodded again, lowered her head and started counting buns.

Qingdou thought, how should I withdraw money? It would be great if Hu Zi was there.

Zhang Lanfeng counted very slowly, and then took a breath after counting three. Qingdou raised her eyes crampedly and accidentally found that it was cold and Zhang Lanfeng was sweating on her forehead.

Before she counted, she ran to the bathroom halfway through. Because she was in a hurry to bring paper, she asked Qingdou to bring paper for her.

Qingdou twisted his fingertips and took out a few pieces of paper, but he didn't dare to touch a grain of dust. He counted a few steps to the toilet and got a few pieces of straw paper.

Before flushing the water, Zhang Lanfeng looked into the groove for a long time. When the rope was pulled, she didn't look back and walked out without looking back.

Qingdou thought she had menstruation, so she stepped forward to support her: "Auntie, does it hurt your stomach?"

"Um."

Zhang Lanfeng leaned on her shoulder and borrowed some force to barely return to the bed. Qingdou tucked the quilt for her, folded the remaining straw paper on her hand in half, and gently wiped her sweat off.

Qingdou felt that Zhang Lanfeng's face became paler after leaving the toilet. She was so pale that she was a little scared.

"Auntie, is it hurting so much? Do you want to drink some brown sugar water?" This is the method Meng Ting taught her.

Zhang Lanfeng frowned and said it was okay.

Qingdou stood in a crowded single room and it was difficult to turn around: "Will you need to make a hot water bag?"

Zhang Lanfeng shook her head again: "It's not that."

"Oh" Qingdou was a little worried, and thought to ask: "Auntie, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Meng Ting had a physical pain, so Yu Yulin carried her to the hospital overnight and got an injection, but it stopped hurting when she came back. Qingdou asked how much, Meng Ting told her not to pay, and some were reimbursed.

Qingdou dared not get sick. Liuzi Ge was originally from a wealthy family and had two convenience stores under his name. He was a lazy bastard and had not finished elementary school. As a result, his mother had a car accident. Not only did she sell the store from her ancestors, she also owed a lot of debts and had to go out to be a stealing tyrant. Qingdou was still scared and understood that rich self-employed people could not withstand the storm of illness, let alone they had no money yet.

But Zhang Lanfeng can do it. She is from a public unit and can be reimbursed when she goes to the hospital.

Zhang Lanfeng smiled bitterly: "I just came back from the hospital." As she said that, she held Qingdou's tenderness and looked around from top to bottom, "Qingdou is so beautiful. Smile to show my aunt."

Qingdou obediently held the corners of her mouth.

Zhang Lanfeng stared at the pair of dimples and sighed tiredly.

The tiger is a giant child. Zhang Lanfeng gave birth to a caesarean section. After the operation, the doctor said that the forceps were injured and it might not be easy to get pregnant later. Zhang Lanfeng had regrets, so she didn't dare to think too much. She was inexplicably excited for several days when she got pregnant unexpectedly.

Zhang Lanfeng also wants a child, especially a girl. She is too tiger and doesn't have a home every day. It would be so fun to have a delicate little girl with her.

But there is no place to raise your family, and the unit is determined not to allow a second child. A while ago, a colleague was reluctant to give up a second child. He was seen at five months old and was seriously warned and criticized, and lost his job.

Wang Qian is a college student of workers, peasants and soldiers. Now his points have been changed. In order to support college students, they have been counting in continuous working years in the countryside. They have not been separated for many years and must not make a mistake at this time.

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It was very difficult to buy a house, and Qingdou's eyes were blurred. Every time the second brother handed out an IOU, she carefully recorded it on the book, including the "probably return date" he blurted out and the "verbal interest" different due to relatives and distantness.

There is a contract to issue a private seal when buying a house. Because it is a rural household registration, you cannot apply for property rights even if you buy a house. This is a bit of a loss.

Meng Ting asked them to transfer their household registration in a city. So they completed several more procedures and paid the unplanned 20,000 yuan to apply for the household registration, and finally got the property rights down.

After several months of busy life, Qingdou has added a specific ideal: she must study hard, get into a good university, enter the system by unit, and find a good man in a good unit, and get a good house.

In her letter to Xiao Guizi, she wrote:

"I learned to read clocks very slowly. When I was a kid, I passed by the guesthouse and there were four eye-catching clocks hanging on the front desk. There were a row of small characters underneath, marked in order of four cities: London, Beijing, Moscow, and New York.

My brother tests which one of us is our time. I was in a daze (maybe the plague was not cured at that time). Although there were two words "Beijing", I pointed to New York.

My brother laughed at me, "We're living in Beijing time."

He was right, we were living Beijing time in the physical sense. But I was right, New York was twelve hours slower than Beijing. Recently, my hour hand caught up with this gap and passed Beijing time in the biological sense."

Building 404, Building 1, Dongmen Bridge, Xiaonan City, China. Two bedrooms and one living room.

Qingdou squatted in the quiet and tasteless pit, and P-Yaner was panicked and flattered, and fell constipated on strike.

Cheng Qingdou rubbed her stomach helplessly, returned to the half room, lay on the bed two meters away from the ceiling, and ushered in the 1989 year of Xiaonan City.
Chapter completed!