Saturday, January 12, 1985, is also Liang Yuhong's birthday. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yu Delan's family lives by the moat in the workers' new village, and they have built several large houses by themselves. Across the river from Ge Yirong's fellow student, there is a finch bridge in the middle, wrong!

Yu Delan has a boyish personality and a female personality. The hair is not long, it is neutral, bold, informal, easy-going, and it is easy for female and male classmates to have a sense of intimacy.

As a girl, she won't be coquettish, but her popularity with the opposite sex is surprisingly good, and she has a lot of crushes on Yu Delan. Its exit is "dirty", and he likes to play with boys, and his personality is distinct, just like a buddy.

Starting at noon, the students gathered at Yu Delan's house one after another. This one-stop service of eating, drinking, playing and having fun, and dinner is for everyone to make dumplings to eat.

Yan Songjie is the best! He can use a rolling pin to roll dumpling wrappers, not his mother in the restaurant cafeteria, listening to the eyes and ears, and the rolling pin is perfect when he uses it.

Wang Xiaohui is envious, jealous and hateful! He doesn't know how to do this rough work, and he doesn't know how to make dumplings, he can only wrap cooked dumplings in his mouth.

When the dumplings are eaten, it is not a taste to swallow in the stomach, they are all authentic old altar vinegar flavor.

Under the bright and quiet moonlight outside, looking at the neon lights that surround it, the front of the house reflected by the neon cannons echoed with the laughter and slapstick of this group of crazy girls and handsome boys, and the moon snuggled quietly in the starry sky and listened.

Not to mention that Wang Xiaohui is also very awesome, TV plus VCR, karaoke tape.

In 1985, this was the forefront of fashion, and many students had never seen it.

It was Wang Xiaohui's turn to stretch his throat and sing a song: [Dream Camel Bell]

【Climbing the Peak,

Looking at my hometown,

The hometown is thousands of miles long. 】

Then he sang the song: [Send to comrades-in-arms]

[Embark on the journey. Comrades-in-arms, comrades-in-arms, dear brothers. 】

Wang Xiaohui sang loudly, extremely happy! He could finally raise his eyebrows and show off his coquettishness! His provocative eyes kept glancing at Yan Songjie, as if he was mocking.

This beautiful day, swaying in the candlelight of her birthday, Liang Yuhong's pretty face has a touch of seductive color.

Every song is to wish her [Happy Birthday!]

After Wang Xiaohui sang the two songs, Xinhualu broadcast Liang Yuhong is Zhang Shengyue's music card.

Birthday card music card is the kind of greeting card that can sing happy birthday songs when opened, and there is a music chip as small as five cents in it, which automatically plays music as soon as it is opened, and stops when it is closed.

Liang Yuhong's beautiful eyes are also very fond of it. At the same time, Wang Xiaohui's heart couldn't calm down for a long time, because Liang Yuhong's glance was too charming for him.

Yan Jie smiled innocently and gave a box of 1314 rose chocolates. Wu Ming'er sent a small and delicate hairpin, Zhang Yongjun sent a sub-character, and Yan Songjie sent a plaster statue .......

All the gifts made Liang Yuhong very happy, but Wang Xiaohui gradually became unhappy, looking at the feeling that everyone was better than him, except for the plaster statue sent by Yan Songjie was worthless.

I heard that Yan Songjie's paintings are very good, and the sculpture is first-class and lifelike!

I didn't think he was so awesome! It's just that this plaster posture looks like playing the piano, yes! It's the posture of playing the piano, without the piano, it's a bit nondescript.

The last time Zhang Wei was in Zhong Wushuang's life, he said that Yan Songjie was rich, but now look at it, isn't it very good? Wang Xiaohui showed a hint of ridicule on his face: "Isn't it good craftsmanship, can roll dumpling skins, can make a plaster statue for yourself, and it's not worth a penny." "A poor ghost, finally found a person who is not as good as himself. Wang Xiaohui's heart was as sweet as honey mixed with sugar, and his face was full of smiles.

Suddenly, Wang Xiaohui's smile froze, because he secretly swore in Zhong Wushuang's life that he would teach Yan Songjie a lesson, and Yan Songjie was a celebrity who suffered from heat stroke in winter at school and couldn't start.

Today! Yes, it is now! You must take a good look at Yan Songjie's face and give him an ugly look.

Yan Songjie didn't know that Wang Xiaohui was going to give himself a dismissal, and when he saw Wang Xiaohui looking for him, he greeted him enthusiastically.

Wang Xiaohui is 1.7 meters tall and tall. Condescendingly, he looked at Yan Songjie. There was a provocative look on his face, and the kid looked timid, and he still had money. The corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a disdainful smile, and he looked determined to win. deliberately lit up a stack of five cents in the pocket of his left jacket!" "Boy, I heard that you are very rich, and the two of us are competing to see who has more money." ”

"Boring!" Yan Songjie pouted and refused: "Who would be bored and put money on them!"

looked at Wang Xiaohui's stack of five cents, and thought, "Could it be a forced prop!" Otherwise, why is it always a five-cent denomination, instead of picking up a piece of yuan.

Teasing this bastard! Yan Songjie stretched his hand and pulled out the stack of five cents on Wang Xiaohui's body, and counted 27 pieces, only 13 five cents. secretly despised it, and it was like 20,000 to burn the bun.

Ming'er borrowed a handkerchief and used it. Yan Songjie's voice did not fall.

Zhang Yongjun exploded instantly, he was in a hurry, the handkerchief was a love gift. Without thinking about it, he blurted out: "Use mine!" and took the initiative to hand it to Gao Yan.

Yan Jie came to help and put the handkerchief flat on the money. Yan Songjie put Wang Xiaohui's stack of five cents under the handkerchief, and secretly entrusted it to the Shuning Yunshang system.

"You can take it away" Yan Songjie gestured to Yan Jie with his eyes, and Yan Jie also cooperated to pull open the handkerchief, and it was empty underneath.

Wang Xiaohui's face was as anxious as death: "The money! ”

Sou Yan Songjie, there is nothing but walkie-talkies, not a penny, only a key.

Wang Xiaohui hurriedly carried Yan Songjie's collar with red eyes: "Hand it over, otherwise I will beat you!"