A Rural Life in the 70s

"Oh, it’s wrong to say that you are so delicate. If you are like this, you can directly pull out and criticize for a few years, petty bourgeois hedonism It’s a shame to be with your classmates...” Zheng Ailian continued to provoke, but the voice did not fall, and a slap had fallen on her face, making a loud bang: Hey!

"You hit people! You are a stinky little kid, who is afraid to hit me?" Zheng Ailian raised her hand and squinted her face, and began to swear outside.

Xiaoqiu calmly, staring at Zheng Ailian, faintly asked: "What are you?"

"Your mother is more than..." - Hey! Snapped! After two big mouths fanned up, Zheng Ailian's face was swollen on both sides. She didn't dare to groan again. She could only scream at Xiaoqiu with horror.

Xiaoqiu still looked at Zheng Ailian faintly, faintly said: "If you don't have a brain, don't bite at random, bite the wrong person, and pull out your teeth is light!"

"You beat people, I want to go to school to sue you..." Zheng Ailian threatened with hatred, but timidly screamed in the eyes of Xiaoqiu's indifference, squinting and ran away.

Xiaoqiu quickly took his eyes back from her and turned to Xiang Mingyong, who was not able to respond to him. His expression calmly said: "I have finished training, go back first!"

After that, he did not give Xiang Mingyong and other students a chance to react. Gu Zi took a step and went to the three restaurants.

I bought steamed noodles, went back to the dormitory to eat rice, and Xiaoqiu took the textbook stationery to go to class.

There was not much to see at the playground. It was obviously not spread. Xiaoqiu calmly went to the classroom. There were not many people in the church. Xiaoqiu found several empty seats connected and took out the rag and wiped the tables and chairs. I was about to sit down, but I heard a sharp voice from the door of the classroom: "Teacher, it is Wang Xiaoqiu, she hit me, and there is nothing like a person coming to class..."

Xiaoqiu did not look back, and she silently turned a blind eye - she is a student, come to school, shouldn’t she attend class?

It’s so much like no one, she went back to wash her hands for a long time and still felt sick! Nothing is eaten with noodles!

"Wang Xiaoqiu classmate!" Yang Peng's voice is very dull, can not hear the mood.

Xiaoqiu got up and walked to the back door of the classroom.

Yang Peng took two people to the corner at the end of the classroom corridor. It was relatively quiet and no one passed.

The three stood, Yang Pengcai asked: "Xiaoqiu, Zheng Ailian said that you hit her, you tell me what is going on!"

Xiaoqiu nodded to Yang Peng: "Okay."

In a blink of an eye, she looked at the side with a little smug, staring at her own Zheng Ailian, faintly said: "You only tell Teacher Yang that I am hitting you, why didn't I call you?"

"How do I know what crazy you are doing, and the mad dog needs a reason to bite it!" Zheng Ailian's mouth is still very good, Xiaoqiu could not help but ponder in the bottom of his heart, or play too light in the morning? Otherwise, how can she still be so slick? !

Xiaoqiu’s eyes turned and turned to Yang Peng. “Teacher, I can’t believe what you said, then please listen to a recording.”

After that, she flipped her hand and took out a small cassette recorder, and then pressed the switch. Zheng Ailian’s voice was heard from inside.

‘I’m saying you’re so delicate, is it wrong? As you are, going up for a few years can directly pull out criticism, petty bourgeois hedonism, and your classmates are simply shame... your mother is more than...’

Yang Peng listened with a gloomy face, and glanced at Zheng Ailian, then Xiaoqiu said: "Xiaoqiu, Zheng Ailian is not right, you shouldn't beat people. This is the end of the matter. Discipline, unite classmates, stop beating people."

Xiaoqiu’s face responded reverently: “Teacher, I won’t beat anyone.”

She has never been beaten casually before, and she will not be beaten casually in the future. As for some people who have itchy skin and owe their mouths, she will still fight and will not be soft.

Yang Peng probably also heard the meaning of Xiaoqiu, but it was really bad to say anything. The recording that Wang Xiaoqiu took out was very clear. It was completely proof that Zheng Ailian was in front of him and the monk was in front before he angered Wang Xiaoqiu. It can be said that this fight is self-seeking. Moreover, after all, it’s just a slap and two slaps. Now Song Ailian’s face is not red or swollen, what else? There are also two professors, Professor Zheng and Professor Wen, who support them!

He was somewhat dissatisfied with Wang Xiaoqiu's attitude, but he also knew that he couldn't have a way. He could only wave his hand and let Xiaoqiu go back to class.

When Wang Xiaoqiu left, Zheng Ailian hugged Yang Peng’s arm and cried and said: “She hit me, why did you let her go?”

Yang Peng glanced at Zheng Ailian gloomyly, then pulled his arm out of Zheng Ailian's arms and lowered his voice. He said coldly: "Wang Xiaoqiu is not something you can provoke. You should hide from her in the future. If you annoy her, It’s not a big deal to beat you, it’s possible to find a reason to take you home."

Zheng Ailian was still unwilling, but was forced by Yang Peng's cold eyes to dare to make trouble again, only gradually getting red eyes.

Seeing her like this, Yang Peng had to press the intolerance of her heart, and uttered her words and made a few small wishes. This made Zheng Ailian take a sad look and reappear a smile.

Xiaoqiu vaguely also noticed Yang Peng’s favoritism to Zheng Ailian, but did not expect that she would have such a scene after she left. She only listened to the lectures by the professor. Who is Zheng Ailian? Which is Yang Peng? They were all thrown away by her.

After the two classes ended, Xiao Qiu and Li Fangyun packed up the textbooks and walked out of the classroom together. Li Fangyun had the opportunity to ask about the morning: "What did the guide look for? How do I look at his face is not very good-looking!"

Xiaoqiu high scores entered this school. From one entrance to school, it was a student representative. When the leader saw Wang Xiaoqiu, he didn’t smile very brightly. When he was looking at her, she changed her face. As long as she saw it, who wouldn’t guess. It is a thing.

Xiaoqiu’s face is faint: “I played Zheng Ailian in the morning!”

"After hitting, I hit a fight... You said, oh, did you call Zheng Ailian?" Li Fangyun said with a mouthful, and then halfway through the reaction, he couldn’t help but step back and take a few steps up and down.

After Xiaoqiu back to the dormitory, she was re-washed, and she changed a creamy yellow long-sleeved shirt skirt, a small shirt collar with a regular arrangement, a row of wooden buttons until the skirt, and a stone-blue fine leather belt on the waist. Just right out the outline of the waist...

"On your little shoulder? This thin arm and thin legs... Can you still beat Zheng Ailian?" Li Fangyun, the more he looked, the more he refused to believe it!