Zhang Jianzhong, who crossed over, returned to the end of the seventies of the last century, rode a broken bicycle back to work in the factory every day, read newspapers every day, excerpted some current news, went down to the workshop to understand some good people and good deeds, and then wrote one or two small comments. While writing and drawing, there were many onlookers. They are all engaged in administration in the factory department, and they have a sneak peek when they are idle and waiting for the end of work.

Someone said: "Zhang Jianzhong, you can't just go down to the workshop to write about the workshop!" There are also many advanced people in our office, and we have done a lot of good people and good deeds, and tomorrow, you will also come to our office for interviews. ”

Someone said: "This little comment is well written, learning from Lei Feng is just about seeing action!" ”

The production workers in the workshop had to leave work on time, and after passing the propaganda board, many people stopped to look and point and discuss. Someone laughed and said, write about you! Say that you are a living Lei Feng. Some people said, "Who is this man?" There is no sense of ownership at all, so little care for state property!

Zhang Jianzhong was not in a hurry to get off work, standing in the corridor in front of his office, watching everyone gather in front of the propaganda board to discuss. At this time, he didn't know whether he was happy or sad in his heart?

If you are the current Zhang Jianzhong, it should be a very gratifying and proud thing, after all, a primary school apprentice, with his own ability to leap from the workshop into the factory, envy I don't know how many people?

If you are the former Zhang Jianzhong, it can be said that it is a very sad thing, not to mention whether you can be admitted to the civil service in the provincial capital, but after all, you have been admitted to the civil servant of the county government! The civil servants of the county government are a lot taller than a small propaganda officer in the factory.

During this time, Zhang Jianzhong was always in such a kind of series of gains and losses.

always likes to compare the past Zhang Jianzhong with the current Zhang Jianzhong, and always feels that the current Zhang Jianzhong has wronged the past Zhang Jianzhong. Many times, he said to himself, you have to face the reality, you have to know that you are no longer the previous Zhang Jianzhong, the former Zhang Jianzhong has sunk into the Jiuqu River, has been immersed to death, perhaps, even the body can not be found to feed the fish.

He said to himself, what's wrong with Zhang Jianzhong now? Although, you look down on literary and artistic youth, but now Zhang Jianzhong can change his fate by publishing novels in the newspaper, which can be regarded as a capable person, and it can be regarded as a good foundation for you, otherwise, you will have to stay in the workshop and drive the car.

He admonished himself that in the face of reality, you must face reality!

Gradually, Zhang Jianzhong found that both the current Zhang Jianzhong and the former Zhang Jianzhong have a common aesthetic, and they both like the kind of plump and mature girls.

That day, when he saw Ah Hua in the alley, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Ah Hua walked over, shook her head in front of him and "giggled", and asked, "Zhang Jianzhong, why are you standing here in a daze?" You're working on your novel again, right? ”

Zhang Jianzhong's face turned red, and he said again and again: "Yes, yes." ”

Ah Hua said with a stiff face: "Don't be so daze on the street, let alone be so daze with girls, people don't understand you, think you are a nymphomaniac and stare at others, think you are trying to play hooligan." ”

Zhang Jianzhong looked at her round face like an apple and thought, I am a nymphomaniac, I am plotting against you, I really want to bite your apple fiercely. His eyes were still glancing at her tall chest, and he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

Ah Hua is now Zhang Jianzhong's favorite girl.

They grew up in an alley, and they were classmates, graduated from high school, Zhang Jianzhong stayed in the city to enter the factory, but she went to the countryside to be a young man, last year, only returned to the city with the tide of young people returning to the city, and set up a clothing stall on the street as a self-employed person.

When Ah Hua went to the countryside to be an educated youth, she was still a green apple, but two years of rural life made her reborn as a mature girl. Because of making clothes, her dress is also trendy, not to mention the bright colors, and it is also tight-fitting to make people blush for her. One day, when he entered the alley and followed her, Zhang Jianzhong's eyes stared at her tightly wrapped ass, and the fat of the ass stimulated him to gasp, as if it was at that moment that he began to like her.

There is always some kind of reason to like someone.

Zhang Jianzhong's reasons are too difficult to say.

How could Zhang Jianzhong not be like this in the past? I liked my ex-girlfriend because she wore a pink bra, which was transparently reflected on her back, and it was clearly visible that the thin strap was deeply embedded in the flesh.

Zhang Jianzhong also fell in love before, but now Zhang Jianzhong can only be regarded as a secret crush, and he runs to Ah Hua's stall when he has nothing to do at night.

He said: "I work in the factory and sit in the office. ”

Ah Hua was very disdainful. She asked, are you a state cadre? How much do you get paid per month? She said that she has a relative, who is a national cadre as soon as he joins the work, and it is also three years, with a salary of more than 40 yuan, and you Zhang Jianzhong is only more than 20 yuan, and you can only be regarded as a full-time worker.

Zhang Jianzhong is very boring, but the more boring he is, the more he likes to come to her, and gradually, it is natural for her to call him.

"Zhang Jianzhong, come back early from work every day, and replace me with a meal at home."

"Zhang Jianzhong, aren't you resting today? Why don't you come and help me? ”

"Zhang Jianzhong, I'll buy goods today, and you come to pick me up at the station."

At night, Zhang Jianzhong doesn't show up, she will scold when she goes back to the alley and passes by his door, Zhang Jianzhong, where are you dead? They don't come to help me collect the stalls. Zhang Jianzhong: What are you doing hiding at home? Someone bullied me, and you didn't help me.

Zhang Jianzhong ran out of the house and asked, "Who bullied you?" ”

Ah Hua said: "I'm too lazy to say it, don't say it." ”

Zhang Jianzhong was going to take her small cart with clothes stacked and help her push it home. She said, no, no. She took away his hand that grabbed the handle of the cart. And he took her by the hand and said, Let me come, let me come. Her hands were rough, and they were hard calluses sharpened with a hoe in the countryside.

"Where? Where do you catch it? She hurriedly pulled out her hand.

Zhang Jianzhong didn't dare to look at her, thinking that her face must be flushed, thinking that her red apple must be very cute, so he had the urge to take a bite.

"Go back! I don't want you to help me, you go back and write your novel! She put her hands on the handlebars and swayed her ass to hit him and chase him away.

Zhang Jianzhong really wanted her to hit herself with her ass, the flesh felt so good, so he didn't leave, and said, "I'll help you, I'll help you." ”

He also wanted to deliberately block it with his hands, feeling the feeling of flesh with his hands, but his heart was "pounding", his throat was dry, and he was embarrassed to hang his hands down.

At night, I had a dream, I dreamed that Ah Hua was wearing tight pants, wrapped in a round and warped ass, and walked in front of him, twisting and twisting, twisting and getting fatter, and finally wanted to knock Zhang Jianzhong away, swaying vigorously, but hitting him in the face again and again, he couldn't help it, so he opened his mouth and took a bite......

He opened his eyes in fright, thinking he had wet the bed.