Xue Xiang walked out of the room and went to the main hall, pushed open the small ventilation window on the left wall, and looked at the entire house. This was the small courtyard distributed to the No. 1 leader in the 1957 Military Sub-district Courtyard. The main house with four bedrooms and one living room was directly facing the main hall. Two side-by-side flower ponds were built in the middle of the yard. Two meters away from the flower pond were two rows of birch vertically. The flowers and grass in the flower pond were already dilapidated. Instead, the weeds and wild flowers were radiated with new life and densely bloomed, as if this world was the world. On the left side of the yard was a hand-papered veranda that was directly on the main hall, and on the right was a row of wing rooms. Except for a kitchen, the rest of the wing rooms were either placed in debris or supported empty beds that no one could sleep. Looking at this strange and familiar courtyard, Xue Xiang was filled with emotion. This was also the only property left by the Xue family in this catastrophe.

Veterans composed of children from the yard in 1967 rushed to the military sub-district courtyard. The valuable things in this house were looted, and even the servant Aunt Xu, was driven back to her hometown in Hebei. In 1970, the uncle was isolated and investigated and renovated. The only thing that is thankful is that unlike other residences of the delegated leading cadres in this courtyard, this courtyard was not sealed by the Revolutionary Committee. Later, Xue Xiangcai learned from his uncle that when the cave rectified in 1941, Xue Anyuan saved the life of Zhang Guangzhu, the director of the District Revolutionary Committee. Later, after Xue Anyuan resumed his position, he was not grateful for the incident whenever he recalled this matter, and was still angry: Why did he save such a thing?

Xue Xiang opened the incandescent light bulb in the main room and came to the door of the bedroom opposite his room. This was Xiaowan and Xiaoshi's room. After his parents passed away, Xiaoshi, who left his mother's arms, slept with his sister. Xue Xiang carefully pushed open the door and gently stared at the two tender little faces on the bed. Xiaowan kept the head of a student unique to this era, with neat bangs covering his forehead. The nose on the face of melon seeds was slightly wrinkled, his mouth was grabbed, and the corners of the quilt were tightly held in his hand. Maybe he was having a nightmare. Looking at Xiaowan's uneasy little face, Xue Xiang was full of self-blame. When his parents passed away, Xiaowan, who was 12 years old, was already sensible. After crying once, he silently took on housework. In addition to going to school, he had to do four brothers and sisters. However, he, as a brother, had been making trouble all day and never shared the responsibilities for this family.

The 5-year-old Xiaoshi's pink face was peaceful and comfortable. Because she was young, her parents' departure two years ago did not leave a shadow in her heart, which also made Xue Xiang feel more comforted. Xue Xiang gently pulled the corner of the quilt in Xiaowan's hand, carefully put her arm into the quilt, carefully compacted the corners around the quilt, and exited the room in a small step, slowly brought the door with her door. The room on the left of the two sisters was sleeping with Xiaoyi. When she opened Xiaoyi's door, the desk lamp on the bedside table was still on. From a distance, Xiaoyi was sleeping very well, snoring gently, and her head with a hat head fell into a thick cotton pillow. Xue Xiang did not intend to turn off the desk lamp. He knew that this was the way for children to fight against the fear of the night, so he gently closed the door.

After leaving the main hall, he came to the courtyard. There was a pressure tank washing sink five meters away from the kitchen. Although this pressure tank washing sink is an old-fashioned water draw, it is not inferior to the tap water pipe at all. Xue Xiang looked from a distance and saw a full basin of clothes piled up in the washing sink. He knew that these clothes were usually washed by Xiaowan early in the morning. Since he came to this world, how could he let his sister suffer and tired again?

Xue Xiang poured his clothes into the washing sink, fed water with a basin, soaked a white military uniform into the bottom of the water, sprinkled soap and rubbed it hard. In early spring, the temperature was very low at night, but Xue Xiang was sweating heavily. Three hours later, looking at the clothes washed on the clothesline, Xue Xiang smiled with satisfaction.

After packing up his clothes, he went into the kitchen and checked the rice jar and the vegetable basket. The blue-gray rice jar had already reached the bottom. A few white radishes were lying crookedly in the vegetable basket woven by green bamboo strips. Xue Xiang took out the three or two large white radishes from the vegetable basket, controlled the basket downwards and poured out the miscellaneous pieces inside. He planned to buy vegetables.

As the judges, you may wonder why Xue Xiang bought vegetables at three or four o'clock in the middle of the night. It turned out that the supply of vegetables was very tight in winter and early spring. Ordinary citizens went to the vegetable market at two or three o'clock in the night to queue up. Many people were so cold that they couldn't stand it, so they used stones, vegetable baskets (stones pressed inside) and small stools instead of queueing. They went home to sleep, and came to queue again at four or five o'clock in the morning. They quarreled and fought for this. It was hard for people today to imagine.

Xue Xiang found the secret lattice for storing bills and opened the secret lattice, where food coupons, oil coupons, meat coupons, sugar coupons, tofu coupons, and various coupons were lying. At this time, the bills were far more important than money. They were used to purchase scarce foods or side foods such as eggs, fish, etc., and cigarettes were sometimes supplied with tickets. We still couldn't buy scarce materials such as money without tickets. Fortunately, after the "Taoliang" was released last year, all kinds of cloth coupons gradually withdrew from the daily lives of the people.

Xue Xiang took out some notes from each of the secret walls and stuffed them into his large pockets of his military uniform. He wore an otter skin military cap, wrapped a white fox fur scarf, and put on his uncle's general tweed coat. This coat was the uncle's bottom of the box, gray-brown, thick and soft. At this time, both young and children liked to wear military uniforms, and the military uniforms issued by the People's Liberation Army troops at different times were fashionable clothes. When the troops were awarded rank in 1955, the clothes distributed by officers above the school were very particular. The winter clothes were tweed and breeches woolen fabrics, and the summer clothes were tussah silk fabrics.

The military uniforms are even more particular. Both the military uniforms are the fabric of the generals, and the fabric of the generals is one level higher than that of the school official uniforms. They also equipped with otter skin hats and serge windbreakers. Therefore, military uniforms of various fabrics have become fashionable goods. Even the calfskin elastic high-waist leather boots distributed with military dresses have become top-notch goods, commonly known as "school boots". The children of cadres probably hope to use this method to express the level of their parents. The fox fur scarf was also seized by the uncle when he fought against the Northeast. They were soft and warm around their necks, and they did not have any wind.

Xue Xiang rode a manganese steel bicycle with his legs pedaling fast, clanging and clanging. The car was like an arrow shot out, whistling in the cold wind. In just ten minutes, he arrived at the entrance of the vegetable market. Most of the dark red vermilion painted door painted off, standing mottledly, like a face that was unlucky. A long banner was pulled above the wide door, and the white banner was brushed with red brushes, "The thoughts of the great leader guide us forward", and a row of large characters seemed to have shining under the dim street lights.

There were eight columns of crooked and ten meters long in front of the two-meter-wide gate. There were small benches and square bricks in the gap between people, which were used to occupy the place. At this time, most of the people were old, weak, women and children, and there were no strong men like him.

The early people were all in a state of slurring, some were whispering, some were dozing off on the small stool with their heads down, some were sleeping whispering against the wall, all kinds of strange things. Xue Xiang pushed the car and walked straight to the end of the second team, parked the car, hung the vegetable basket on the handlebar, raised his legs to the seat, and one long leg was supported on the ground, and one leg was crossed on the horizontal bar. He took out a bag of "Jade Brand" cigarette from the purse of the woolen coat, and slapped a red military bet

The lighter started to ignite the fire and started smoking happily. In this year, the price of a pack of "jade" was 90 cents, which was as high as the work cents for a rural laborer for two days. The original young man could not afford to smoke "jade" in his daily life. He always carried two packs of cigarettes in his pocket, and one pack of "jade" made friends with revolutionary brothers from all over the world. He usually smoked "peony" of 45 cents. The pack of cigarettes fell into Xue Xiang's hand, regardless of whether it was a reception cigarette or not, he picked it up and started smoking.

Xue Xiang took a deep breath, and the strong tobacco fragrance diluted the rotten smell in the garbage truck not far away. After a cigarette was smoked, a strong sense of sleepiness gradually came. Xue Xiang got off the seat, parked the car in place, found a leeing wall, and didn't care about his top-notch equipment. He sat down with two blue bricks under his butt, stood up his collar to cover his face, his legs raised and his abdomen, his arms folded into a nest, and buried his head in the nest, and fell asleep in a short while.

I don’t know how long I had been sleeping, but the noisy sound woke Xue Xiang up. He raised his hand and looked at the plum blossom watch on his wrist. It was already half past five. He rubbed his eyes, patted the dust on his body, and walked towards the column where he was parked. After walking a few steps, Xue Xiang held his feet, staring at a golden ingot, and could no longer move.

A young girl was standing on his bicycle, with a green vegetable basket resting on the back seat of his car. The standing girl was like a lily standing in the sun, blooming in the wind, fresh and elegant. The girl had long black and shiny hair, which was not tied into two thick braids like the ones that are popular nowadays, but was loosely tied behind her head with a red rope. She was wearing a piece of national defense green, maybe she had worn it for a long time, and had a little white hair. She was patched with white numb on her cuffs and shoulders, and the patches were made into a beautiful sunflower shape. This worn outfit was worn by the girl.

The top is not cramped or sloppy, but it is natural. The tight military uniform makes the girl's long body look more graceful, making people feel like spring breeze at first sight. The girl is wearing a pair of light black trousers, with the opening of the trousers a little wide, like a pair of pants cut off and cut. At a glance, you can tell that the girl is not the original owner of the pants, and the leg is drooped straight with a pair of black background and white rubber shoes. This pair of simple trousers, paired with the girl's tall figure, looks very similar to the long pencil pants of later generations, making her legs look slender and straight, elegant and generous.

The girl's delicate face is not like most melon-shaped faces, with a thin and pointed chin, but a round arc is drawn at the intersection of her chin. Her big eyes flash, her eyes are clear, and her delicate nose bridge is full and rosy, making her look like a plump version of Lin Chi-ling.

Xue Xiang stared at the girl with a slight look on her for a while. Finally, the girl noticed that there was a lustful light staring at her. She stomped her feet in shame and angrily, twisted her waist and changed her face in a direction. The girl didn't know that when she turned around, her plump and strong buttocks broke through the surroundings of her loose trousers and drew a thrilling arc. The strong visual impact made Xue Xiang almost bleed from the nose.

Xue Xiang noticed that the girl had noticed her peeping and felt a little embarrassed about her recklessness. Both Xue Xiang and the original young man did not have much experience in dating girls, let alone falling in love. Xue Xiang in his previous life was a bit withdrawn and shy, and belonged to the deep otaku. The original young man was a bit playboy, but he was generous and generous. He made friends with young men who kicked the ground, all of whom were energetic, and they often went to fight, and there was no experience in dating girls.

Xue Xiang continued to walk towards his car. Liu Ying'er was a little anxious: Why is this person like this? She hadn't encountered those little hooligans who deliberately chatted with each other, but they were all in remote places and quiet places. This was the first time that such a brave hooligan met. Seeing the children of senior cadres dressed up all over him, he must be a gangster leader. Liu Ying'er gave Xue Xiang a verdict. At that time, the stubborn masters loved such dressing the most. In the eyes of ordinary people, the stubborn master was almost equal to the scoundrel. No wonder Liu Ying'er misunderstood.

Xue Xiang approached the bicycle and helped the handlebars with both hands. Liu Ying'er was startled and said panic: "Don't come over, I'll call someone if you come over again." She tightened the vegetable basket in her hand, took a step back, and her voice trembled. Her snorted, and when Xue Xiang's ears were like a yellow oriole singing in the valley, the phoenix roared, as if she had eaten the fruit of life, all three thousand and six hundred pores were opened.

"Comrade, this is my car." Xue Xiang scratched his head, but instead blushed himself.

Liu Ying'er didn't echo, lifted the vegetable basket from the back seat of the car, wiped the place where the vegetable basket was placed in the back seat of the car with her sleeve, and took a step back.

Xue Xiang was a little annoyed when he was mistaken for a hooligan. He ignored her and stepped onto the seat. He then made a pose when he was queuing at night, and his long legs that were on the ground were shaking.

Xue Xiang stretched out his right hand and took out a cigarette from his pocket. His index finger gently blew the bottom of the cigarette box. A cigarette jumped out of the cigarette box like lightning and headed straight to the door. Xue Xiang opened his mouth and accurately grabbed the cigarette. This subconscious action was extremely cool, as if he had practiced it for hundreds of times. Xue Xiang did it like a conditioned reflex. Why didn't he do this when he was smoking last night? Xue Xiang was a little puzzled. It was the instinct of all animals to attract the attention of beautiful women. Xue Xiang gave himself a perfect explanation.

Liu Ying'er's attention was really attracted, and she was amazed: How much cigarette should you smoke to achieve this level? She is not old, but she is a smoker. Fortunately, Xue Xiang couldn't hear what she was thinking, otherwise she would have to be angry and she would be so charming that she threw her eyes at the blind man.

Halfway through the cigarette, the team in front seemed to have a flood with a shutter, and quickly retreated. Xue Xiang held the handlebars and put his legs on the ground, posing as if "I will remain unmoved if it is windy and waves are high and rushing."

It turned out that the door of the vegetable market was opened, and the open vermilion door was suddenly squeezed and shaking. It seemed that if there were more people, the door would have to be squeezed down even if it was more powerful. The salesmen of the state-owned vegetable market had long been accustomed to this kind of scene, and they placed a variety of food and vegetables on the tables of eight sales windows in an orderly manner. The vegetable market was set up very uniquely. After the hinge door was opened, a wall was turned half a meter ahead, and eight wide windows about one meter high were chiseled on the wall. The windows were connected by thick colorless transparent glass. Through the glass, you can clearly see the various foods placed on the shelves in the vegetable market. Each window was responsible for collecting tickets, collecting money, picking up goods, and clearly division of labor. This greatly accelerated the speed of receiving goods.

The team in front was led back by the open door. When the team behind him suddenly rushed forward when they saw the door open. While pushing, Liu Ying'er couldn't hold back. Looking back, the original aunt behind her was replaced by a 10-year-old young man. This guy was wearing a yellow military uniform, with yellow teeth exposed in his mouth holding a cigarette, and a pea-sized sarcoma on his left cheek, which was annoying. The man with a fat man stared at Liu Ying'er's round buttocks and drooled.

ps: Here, thank you Mr. Du Liang, some of the depictions of military uniforms are referenced. In addition, he is good at climbing the road, and he also borrows blood romance. Here, thank you!
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