“What about the others?”

Mao Huisheng shook his head honestly; "I don't know, you didn't say it yourself."

Lu Hang pondered for a while and asked, "Little Stone, do you have any impression of your favorite stone?"

"Little stone... What little stone, how could I like broken stone?" Liang Huisheng finally got impatient; "Do you have anything else? I still have to do it if you have nothing to do."

"Where is Sister Xia?"

"What... Xia... shrimp dumplings? Do you want a serving?"

Lu Hang smiled mysteriously and gestured a high bulging movement on his chest, smiling maliciously; "Sister Xia...is big, very attractive."

"Tsk, you're crazy about hunger, how can you get such a big shrimp dumpling?" Mao Huisheng said impatiently without time to chat. "Yangchun noodles are one yuan, four, plus two poached eggs in total, pay."

exclude!

If Mao Huisheng travels through time, it is impossible for him to be indifferent to his own son Xiao Shitou. He has no expression at all, and it is even more impossible for him to forget Sister Xia.

That is the bad fate of Mao Hui in the past and present. If he really has such superb acting skills, there will be nothing wrong with Mr. Ge. The Golden Rooster Award and the Hundred Flowers Award are not asking for help, but he should change his career in the entertainment industry.

I slipped into the kitchen and saw that Mao Huisheng's father was working alone inside, and I didn't see Sister Xia.

Lu Hang was immediately happy;

This guy has destroyed himself.

The situation is very obvious, and I am the only one who travels through time.

After confirming this, Lu Hang finally felt relieved. He finished the noodles with big mouthfuls and walked out in a very happy mood.

Bathed in the warm sunshine, he felt that the sky was so blue, the trees were so green, the air was so fresh, and the house was still so gray and ugly.

All in all, most of them are positive.

September 9, 1988, a good day!

Lu Hang walked smoothly on the street, and the dusty memories slowly unfolded, allowing him to seamlessly integrate into this fiery and restless 1980s.

1988 is the year when the golden dragon soars

On the night of New Year's Eve on February 16, Mao Amin, who was on the Spring Festival Gala for the first time, was sung by the lingering song "Misses" all over the country, opening the colorful curtain of the Year of the Dragon.

The trend of openness and conservatism is fiercely colliding, and China looks at the world with caution and expectation...

On the Spring Festival Gala

The famous photographer Niu Qun performed the popular crosstalk "Crack-up Name", which sharply satirized a section chief for eating and drinking with public funds, especially the sentence "Leader, colon..."

The cow became popular immediately. As soon as he went out, people called him "colon".

This year

Liu Qun has not partnered with Feng Gong yet, everyone is busy with their own affairs.
Chapter completed!