As the sun sets, the tired birds return home.

Until dark, no one from the Qi family came to look for him, and Bai Lu estimated that Qi Dazhi, who was beaten by himself, would not be able to come for a while, and according to that beating, he would probably be terrified when he saw himself now.

As for going around shouting that she was "not Reiko"? Hehe, she was too cautious before, after all, how many people would believe this.

At night, basically every household is closed, and the chickens and ducks in the yard have long been locked in cages and locked.

In the 70s, except for the cities and the new villages that surround the heart of the motherland, kerosene lamps were still the main theme.

Bai Lu saw that Sister Cao Xinhua was taking care of Xiao Fangcao with enthusiasm, and her attitude was very cautious, which could be regarded as a treasure, so she held it by her, and she was looking through the things that other educated youths had not taken away before.

In fact, most of those educated youths who voluntarily or were forced to be sent from the cities to the countryside to become peasants only received junior high school or high school education, but being able to read and write was already very good in this era, after all, there were still quite a few people who could not read a lot of characters.

Bai Lu is naturally not interested in the daily objects left by the educated youth, and what can make her look at the books of this era is more.

It's just-

"The paper is so bad, the printing is so bad?" Bai Lu disliked the villain book with rough printing on cow paper in his hand.

As for the content --

"Well, in addition to super inspirational revolutionary themes such as "Railway Guerrillas" and "Two Little Heroes". Can there be something else?"

Flipping and flipping, Bai Lu finally found a few books with relatively good paper under a hidden corner cabinet, saying that it was a book, but it was actually a little reluctant, because when I opened it, at first glance I thought it was printed text, but I took a closer look:

"Oh, where is this typeface, it's clearly written with pen and ink. ”

The so-called "neat brushstrokes, dignified and graceful" refers to the handwriting in front of you.

Bai Lu thought of his ghostly handwriting that was getting "crawling" day by day. I was ashamed on the spot.

By the faint light of a kerosene lamp. Bai Lu turned back from the first page, the author wrote some modern prose poems, but neither at the beginning nor at the end of the payment, is it because I am worried that because I wrote my name, I will be taken out of context and charged with crimes in the future?

"Sister Cao. Who wrote this book of poems?"

"I'll see. Sister Cao glanced twice. Then there was silence. After half a minute, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Where did you find it?"

"Under the cabinet in the back corner, how can I not take away such a neat handwriting of modern poetry books, how nostalgic it will be in the future. Who wrote this?" Bai Lu wondered.

"Ahem. Yu Ling'er, you... You can't just forget, do you?"

"What?" Bai Lu didn't understand what Sister Cao was referring to, should she remember anything, or did the customer miss some news that she didn't give her.

"Two years ago, sorghum fields. Sister Cao said two words cryptically.

"Uh-" Bai Lu was sure that there was no mention of this stubble in the information given by Ms. Han Yuling, so she had to check the memory of the carrier.

After some searching, Bai Lu also fell silent.

Two years ago, Ms. Han Yuling was not yet 18 years old, and although many educated youths left one after another, there were still about a dozen left, including Li Xiangxue, who returned to Shanghai last year, and Han Yuling, Cao Yuhua, etc., who are still there.

Among them, there is also a female intellectual, who is three years older than Han Yuling, and is called Xu Qingqing, a female intellectual, who has long and smooth hair like a black waterfall, and her skin is very white, as if she can't tan at all, and the pair of autumn water cut-outs on her melon seed face are very beautiful.

It's a pity that such a flower-like girl froze to death in the snow.

"Sister Cao, Sister Qingqing... She ......" Bai Lu said slowly, hesitatingly, "I always feel that her death is not so simple. ”

"Hey, I'm jealous. Sister Cao sighed and didn't answer Bai Lu's words.

At this time, Aunt Wang, who had not spoken, interjected: "But isn't it, what... God is jealous and red-faced, what a good girl, why can't she get up after falling in the snow, or in the middle of the night, the snow fell heavily that night, and she was frozen to death...... Whining. ”

Bai Lu looked at Aunt Wang's appearance of wiping her tears, and felt an indescribable sense of disobedience.

Originally, when she and Sister Cao Xinhua talked, there was a quiet sigh and nostalgia, but as soon as Aunt Wang opened her mouth, she was crying and wailing, looking at her extremely sad appearance, as if she had died of her daughter, as if she had ...... A bit overdone, right?

"Babbling~" Xiao Fangcao, who was asleep, was also woken up by Aunt Wang's crying.

"Good ~ don't cry or cry ~"

"Don't be afraid, little herbs~Don't cry, don't cry~"

How did he know that the child was crying louder and louder, Bai Lu looked up at Aunt Wang, who was still howling desperately with half of her face covered, and shouted, "Don't cry." ”

It's just that Aunt Wang cried too "focused" and didn't hear Bai Lu's words at all.

"Don't cry!" Bai Lu stepped forward in two steps and pushed Aunt Wang's fat body hard, and Aunt Wang lifted her face from her palm as if she was frightened, and opened her thick lips and mouth with uneven teeth.

Bai Lu felt that this old face was very pretentious, but considering that Xiao Fangcao on the side was crying very pitifully, she had to suppress the faint disgust in her heart, and said in a fairly calm tone: "Aunt Wang, you woke up the obedient." ”

"I ......"

"If you miss Sister Qingqing, you can go and put incense on her, it just so happens that her death day is approaching, I think she will be happy to see you go to see her. ”

After Bai Lu finished speaking, she turned her head, and did not see Aunt Wang's face that turned into the color of pig liver because of hearing the words "Qingqing" and "Death Day", and there was a faint trace of horror in her eyes.

With the help of Sister Cao, Xiao Fangcao was soon put to sleep.

Dead.

Bai Lu lay down and didn't feel sleepy, she had several things to think about now:

First, there is something in your personal space that can be eaten by Xiao Fangcao.

Second, how many days will it take for the Han family's uncle to hear from him? In what name and by what method will she bring Xiao Fangcao back to the city? The "unmarried daughter" will ruin her reputation, and then Ms. Han Yuling will not be able to go abroad, but if she and Qi Dazhi get a marriage certificate, it will be even worse, and she will not even be able to go back to Shanghai.

Third, what is the obese Aunt Wang hiding?

Bai Lu always felt that Aunt Wang was hiding something, of course, most of the people who would be weak were bad things, so did Xu Qingqing, a female intellectual, who was frozen to death two years ago, have anything to do with it? Or is there something else dirty?

Author's Note: Second Update. (To be continued.) )