A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Chapter 102 Beijing Military Region University
Looking in front of Fu Jingyou, it looked like a forensic autopsy. The crab shells were neatly placed aside. They were so complete that they wished they could put a crab back together again.

Lu Miao did not forget what Fu Jingyou said when she ate crabs for the first time.

He finds it troublesome to eat crabs.

But a person who disliked the trouble of eating crabs sincerely and patiently shaved off the crab meat and handed it to her...

Being considerate is considerate, but is this a bit too much?

"What are you doing?"

Lu Miao looked at Fu Jingyou with her oily mouth and tapped the table with her fingers seriously.

"I have hands and feet. I can take what I want. I don't want you to do this!"

Lu Miao pushed the bowl back, "Eat it yourself!"

Fu Jingyou didn't move.

Lu Miao couldn't do anything with his wooden head, so he continued to push the bowl back and said:

"There aren't a lot of crabs in the canals, are there? If I want to eat them, you can catch them for me at any time, so you don't have to leave them for me."

"I just want to share the joy of delicious food with you now!"

At this point, Lu Miao thought that Fu Jingyou would not persist anymore, but he didn't.

Fu Jingyou shook his head and had his own thoughts, "This time it's all peeled, you eat it. I'll eat it next time, for sure."

There were only two crabs in total this time. Lu Miao loved eating them, but Fu Jingyou just wanted to hold her close.

A small bowl of crab meat was pushed around. Lu Miao exhaled and said helplessly:

"I really can't do anything about you. I said next time, then I won't do this next time!"

"Ah."

Fu Jingyou nodded, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Lu Miao wanted to share the joy of eating crabs with him, and he understood.

But Lu Miao probably didn't know that as long as he saw her eating happily, he would be satisfied.

Nothing can fill or replace the joy that this satisfaction brings.

Lu Miao ate two crabs by herself. After washing her hands and having dinner, she and Fu Jingyou chatted nonstop:
"How about the little fish you kept in the tank last time? Is it still alive?"

"When the little crucian carp died, I threw it away. The others are still alive. Occasionally I throw in some earthworms to feed them, and they are still energetic."

"Are there anyone alive? I thought they were all wiped out. Now, Fu Jingyou, if you can raise small fish and shrimps, won't you even have a "reserve food" in the future?"

Lu Miao was startled and thought out something whimsically, but Fu Jingyou smiled in agreement and only nodded on one side.

After a small fuss over lunch, Lu Miao asked Fu Jingyou to clear a small table for her. She fiddled with it and pulled out needlework and a red cloth wrapped in oil paper from the small backpack she carried on her back.

After shaking off the red cloth and measuring the size and position, Lu Miao picked up a small piece of charcoal from the mouth of the stove and carefully wrote and drew on the cloth. After she finished writing and drawing, she washed her hands and came back to start threading.

Fu Jingyou looked to one side for a long time, but didn't understand what she was going to do.

But even though he didn't know what Lu Miao was going to do, Fu Jingyou showed a respectful attitude. He took the dishes out to clean them, finished cleaning up the work in the kitchen, and then went to the yard to take care of the palm-sized pieces. small vegetable patch.

Fu Jingyou is restless. After finishing his work in the vegetable field, he went to the threshing floor in front of the house to draw half a bundle of this year's new straw.Lu Miao lowered her head and was busy sewing, while he sat on the threshold next to her, gestured to the size of her feet and began to knit straw sandals.

The whole process was quiet and she was not disturbed in any way.

The quiet days are still going on, and on the other side, it’s the heat of July 1974, 7.

At Jingbei Military Region University in Beijing, an envelope with wrinkled corners was passed through the layers and finally landed on the desk in the leader's office.

During the lunch break between classes, Lu Yuanzheng returned to the office. As soon as he took off his coat and hung up his military cap, he saw the envelope in the center of the table.

He glanced at the door in confusion. If there was something urgent between the army and other old friends, who would send him a letter even if he didn't send a telegram?
Just as he settled on the idea in his mind, Lu Yuanzheng suddenly remembered something and hurriedly approached the table. When he saw himself on the envelope, he felt relieved.

"Ghost girl, did you remember to send a letter to your father? Do you still know that you have me as my father?"

Lu Yuanzheng smiled and then became serious again.

Previously, he hoped that his girl would get along well with the boy from the Xie family, but now that the situation has changed, he was afraid that his girl would have to be the boy from the Xie family.

Lu Yuanzheng frowned and sat down at the table to open the envelope. He was actually a little worried. But as the envelope was opened and the letter paper was pulled out, he was suddenly stunned when those big manic characters appeared in front of him.

After a while, uncontrollable laughter suddenly came from the office.

"The boys from the Xie family don't even want to live... This girl's arrogance is just like when I was young."

Lu Yuanzheng was neither irritated by the letter with no format nor form, nor was he at all curious about how his girl, who had been chasing the boy from the Xie family before, suddenly changed her attitude.

He only knows that the current situation is very much in line with his wishes, and that is enough.

His daughter will be his best help.

As his only daughter, he would certainly arrange the best possible home for her.

Lu Yuanzheng meticulously folded the cuffs of his shirt, opened the drawer and took out a notebook, flipped through a few pages and took out the letter paper. He took the pen, squinted his eyes and wrote a reply with a serious expression:

Dear Comrade Lu Xiaobao, seeing words is like meeting each other, and showing letters is like meeting...

Lu Yuanzheng finished writing the letter and put it in an envelope. He stood up and prepared to send it to the delivery room on the first floor. When the comrades from the post office came to pick up the letter in the afternoon, they took it with them. But he had only taken a few steps and he was thinking about whether it was appropriate or not. .

After thinking for a long time, Lu Yuanzheng finally returned to the table, scribbled another page of letter paper, took out another brand-new envelope, and put the letter paper and the first letter in it.

He took out the seal from another locked drawer and stamped two different stamps in succession. Then he gradually calmed down, stood up again, opened the door of the office, and sent the letter out.

The time has entered August and the beginning of autumn, and the sunshine is still strong. The trees surrounding Dahe Village of the Second Team also follow the changes of the four seasons, and the branches and leaves gradually change from emerald green to dark green.

The seedlings were growing vigorously, and the soybeans planted in the corner near the production team were also in harvest season. Fu Jingyou took a basket to He Hongjin's house, saying that he wanted to pick some vegetables from the He family's private plot.

"You just go and pick them. Why do you come here to tell me every time? It's not too hard."

"No need to worry, just stop by and have a chat."

Chen Guifen clicked her tongue in anger and did not continue to dwell on this matter. She turned to another topic and said, "Come to think of it, Jingyou."

"Ok?"

Fu Jingyou responded blankly.

Chen Guifen waved her hand, "It's not a big deal. It's just the soybean field over there in the ditch. The sun is strong these days. If we don't harvest the soybeans there, they will probably be scattered in the field."

(End of this chapter)