Of course, Zhu Fugui won't understand the stalk of "You recognize me as a big brother, and I will teach you to comb the middle". According to his IQ, he only knows that Aaron Kwok's four or six points are the most fashionable now, and his big face is the most suitable for watermelon head and.

Song Zhichao didn't bother to explain the "essence" in this sentence to him, but just beckoned him: "Now you just pack up your things, let's get out of here and leave this factory!"

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't you just say that you believed me, since you believe me, don't ask. ”

"Oh!" Zhu Fugui scratched his head and began to pack his things.

This enamel teapot is to be taken.

This pillow and futon are also to be taken.

Washbasin towels should be taken.

Take your clothes, shoes, and socks.

Oh yes, take the hidden malt milk essence as well.

Think about what else you haven't taken?

Zhu Fugui began to pick up the bottles and cans he picked up again, what nails, buttons, nail clippers, glass marbles, lighters...... Take them all.

For Zhu Fugui, he is reluctant to lose even something as big as a sesame seed.

While Zhu Fugui was packing his luggage, Song Zhichao was also packing his things.

is different from Zhu Fugui, he wants to take everything, and he is reluctant to lose anything.

For Song Zhichao, he doesn't want to take anything, and he feels that everything is in the way. So he just roughly rummaged through his belongings.

Pillow mattress and throw it away.

Old clothes, old shoes, throw away.

Some dilapidated martial arts novels, Chen Qingyun's "The Legend of Black Confucianism", Wo Longsheng's "Feiyan Shocking Dragon", and the fake Jin Yong's "Witch Jianghu", were thrown away.

In addition, Song Zhichao turned out a notebook with the cover of "Study hard and make progress every day".

When I opened it, the thick book was full of words, and it seemed that this "Song Zhichao" was still a person who loved to learn.

But soon Song Zhichao was embarrassed, because most of those contents were "Ah, oh, oh......"

Song Zhichao once again admired his "predecessor", how idle he was, he didn't work hard to earn his wife's book, he had such great perseverance, and copied so many "wonderful" clips, it seems that he went to rent a bookstore to study this kind of book.

In fact, the book rental business in this era is very prosperous, not to mention anything else, even some very remote small counties have many rental bookstores that have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, not to mention here.

This is the south, and it is the forefront of reform and opening up.

Tens of millions of workers are coming, and they can usually enjoy three or four kinds of leisure and entertainment projects, such as video halls, billiard rooms, skating rinks, and rental books.

The woman rents Qiong Yao Cen Karen, and the man rents Liang Jingu.

At the beginning of the girl's love, she rented Qiong Yao's "Paradise on Fire" and Cen Karen's "Spring Dream".

If the man is sullen and starts dabbling in some fake writers' little yellow books, he won't let himself go bankrupt anyway if he rents a dime a day.

Song Zhichao shook his head and threw the notebook into the trash can on the ground.

At this time, a photo fell out of the notebook.

Song Zhichao bent down to pick up the photo, flicked it, and took a closer look, but it was a private photo of his ex-girlfriend "Tian Xiaoli".

In the photo, Tian Xiaoli is leaning on the big locust tree, wearing a beautiful little flower jacket, combing black and shiny braids, looking shy, and even through the photo, you can feel her girlish coquettishness.

Immediately, Song Zhichao involuntarily had a lot of slices of life in his mind.

When I was a child, a group of children frolicked in the autumn fields, waving their nets to catch grasshoppers hiding under corn stalks.

After catching the grasshoppers, everyone took off the grasshoppers' wings, took tiles, sprinkled sesame oil and salt, put the grasshoppers on the soil pit, stuffed them with firewood and fried them.

The fragrant fried grasshoppers, Song Zhichao caught the most, and Tian Xiaoli fried the most fragrant, so the friends laughed at one of them for being a father and the other for a mother, because only parents care about them eating and drinking.

A little bigger, by the small lake, the buffalo rolled in the mud, covered with thick mud, as if wearing a thick armor to avoid mosquito bites.

Song Zhichao and Tian Xiaoli picked water chestnuts in the mud together.

Picking water chestnuts is Tian Xiaoli's favorite job, the ripe water chestnuts are hidden in the mud, barefoot in the soft, slippery and greasy mud and kick away, carelessly, oops, a hard bump appeared under the soles of the feet, bent down, touched with your hands, a fat water chestnut was touched out, casually took the water chestnuts in clean water and washed them, threw them into the mouth, crunchy.

More often than not, you don't need to bend down to feel it, you just need to clip the water chestnut with your toes and clip it out of the mud directly. In the evening, it was time to go home after touching a bag of water chestnuts, facing the gorgeous sunset, leading the slow buffalo, Tian Xiaoli hummed a song and walked in front, Song Zhichao walked behind, looking at the rows of footprints left by her bare feet in the mud, Song Zhichao's heart was a little trance, he carefully put his bare feet into the footprints, his heart fluttered, and he felt itchy in his heart.

Grown up.,Teenagers and teenage childhood sweethearts.。

The teenager failed in the college entrance examination, depressed, and the girl who knew that he was frustrated pulled him outside to relax.

Near the garden, there are roadside stalls taking pictures.

The girl pulled him to take a picture again, but he was in a bad mood and didn't want to live or die. The girl had to take a photo alone.

After the photo was washed, she sent the photo over and told him that it was no big deal if he couldn't go to school, and he could go to the south to work together, and when he made more money, he would come back to build a house, and when he built a house, she would marry him!

Afraid that the young man would not believe it, the girl wrote a sentence on the back of the photo: "Tian Xiaoli only married Song Zhichao in this life, and this is a proof!"

These images flashed through my mind.

Song Zhichao came back to his senses and turned the photo back with his hand, and sure enough, there was a row of delicate small characters behind the photo.

Song Zhichao frowned slightly, not knowing what it was like in his heart.

As a person from his previous life, he has never experienced unforgettable love, and of course he doesn't understand the inseparable relationship between "Song Zhichao" and "Tian Xiaoli".

But one thing is clear to him.

It turns out that it was like to like someone once.

It's subtle and it's magical.

However, at this moment, Song Zhichao knew more clearly that he had to do one thing, to be precise, to do one thing on behalf of his "predecessor" Song Zhichao, that is, to return this photo to Tian Xiaoli.

The reason is simple, this is not a photo, but a promise.

Since it was divided, Song Zhichao didn't want her to carry too much.

Thinking of this, Song Zhichao sighed softly, carefully put away the photo, and put it in his arms.

At this time, cousin Zhu Fugui said in the back: "Cousin, I've cleaned it up, you can take a look first." ”

"Oh!" Song Zhichao responded, looked back, and was startled, "I'll pick!