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Xue Xiang walked out of the room to the hall, pushed open the small ventilation window on the left wall, and looked at the whole house. This is the 57 years of the military division compound assigned to the No. 1 long ** small courtyard, four rooms and one hall of the main house, directly opposite the hall is a wide courtyard, in the middle of the yard to build two side-by-side opposite flower ponds, two meters apart from the flower pond is two rows of birch straight erected, the flowers and grass in the flower pond have long been dilapidated if no one takes care of them, but the weeds and wildflowers have renewed life, dense and thick, as if this world. On the left hand side of the courtyard is a hand-drawn verandah with a direct hall, and on the right side is a row of side rooms, except for a kitchen, the rest of the side rooms are either for miscellaneous items or supporting empty beds where no one sleeps. Looking at this strange and familiar compound, Xue Xiang was full of emotion, this was also the only property left by the Xue family in this catastrophe.

In 67, the veterans composed of the disciples of the big courtyard stormed the compound of the military subdivision, the valuable things of this house were looted, and even the domestic helper Aunt Xu was driven back to her hometown in Hebei. In 7o years, the uncle was isolated and examined, and the only thing to be thankful for is that, unlike the residences of other decentralized leading cadres in this compound, this small courtyard was not seized by the Revolutionary Committee. Later, Xue Xiangcai learned from his uncle that it turned out that during the rectification of the cave in 41 years, Xue Anyuan saved the life of Zhang Guangzhu, director of the District Revolutionary Committee. Later, after Xue Anyuan resumed his post, he didn't appreciate it every time he recalled it, and he was still indignant: How did he save such a thing in the first place!

Xue Xiang turned on the incandescent light bulb in the hall and came to the door of the bedroom directly opposite his room, which was Xiao Wan and Xiao Shi's room. After the death of her parents, Xiao Shi, who left her mother's arms, slept with her sister. Xue Xiang carefully pushed open the door and gazed gently at the two immature little faces on the bed. Xiaowan has a unique student head in this era, neat bangs are covered on her forehead, the nose on her face is slightly wrinkled, her small mouth is pulled up, and she is holding the corners of the quilt tightly in her hand, maybe she is having a nightmare. Looking at Xiaowan's uneasy little face, Xue Xiang was full of self-blame, when his parents died, Xiaowan, who was 12 years old at the time, was already sensible, and after crying once, he silently took on housework, and on weekdays, in addition to going to school, he also had to wash and cook for his brothers and sisters. It's that he, as an elder brother, messes around all day long, and never shares any responsibility for this family.

The 5-year-old Xiao Shi's little face fell asleep peacefully and comfortably, because she was young, the departure of her parents two years ago did not leave a shadow in her heart, which also made Xue Xiang feel comforted. Xue Xiang gently ripped off the quilt corner in Xiaowan's hand, carefully put her arm into the quilt, carefully compacted the corners around the quilt, walked out of the room, and slowly closed the door. The room on the left of the two sisters slept Xiao Yi, and when she opened Xiao Yi's door, the table lamp on the bedside table was still on, and from a distance, Xiao Yi slept soundly, snoring softly, and her head with a hat fell into a thick cotton pillow. Xue Xiang didn't plan to put out the lamp, he knew that this was a child's way of fighting the fear of the night, so he gently closed the door.

Out of the house, to the courtyard, the courtyard next to the kitchen five meters away there is a pressure tank washbasin, although this pressure tank washbasin is an old-fashioned water absorption device, can be used at all not inferior to the tap water pipe. Xue Xiang looked from afar and saw a basin full of clothes stacked in the washbasin, he knew that these clothes usually got up early in the morning to clean, since he came to this world, how could he let his sister suffer again.

Xue Xiang poured his clothes into the washbasin, connected the water with a basin, soaked a small whitewashed military uniform into the water, sprinkled it with soaphorn powder and rubbed it vigorously. In early spring, the temperature was very low at night, but Xue Xiang was sweating profusely. Three hours later, looking at the washed clothes on the clothesline, Xue Xiang smiled with satisfaction.

After packing up my clothes, I entered the kitchen, and checked the rice jar and vegetable basket, the blue and gray rice jar had bottomed out, and a few white radishes were lying crookedly in the vegetable basket woven with green bamboo strips. Xue Xiang took out the three or two big white radishes in the vegetable basket, turned the vegetable basket down to the case, and poured out the miscellaneous pieces inside, he planned to go grocery shopping.

The ranking officials may wonder why Xue Xiang bought vegetables at three or four o'clock in the middle of the night. It turns out that the supply of vegetables in winter and early spring at this time is very tight, ordinary citizens go to the vegetable field at two or three o'clock at night to line up, many people are really cold and can't stand it, so they use stones, vegetable baskets (pressed stones inside), small benches to replace queuing, go home to sleep, come to line up again at four or five o'clock in the morning, quarrel and fight, today's people are unimaginable.

Xue Xiang found the secret compartment where the bills were stored, opened the secret compartment, and there were grain stamps, oil stamps, meat stamps, sugar stamps, tofu stamps, and sub-tickets of various bills. At this time, the bill can be far more important than the money, it is used to buy eggs, fish and other scarce foods or non-staple foods, and cigarettes are sometimes supplied with tickets. Fortunately, after the advent of "Really Good" last year, all kinds of cloth tickets gradually withdrew from the daily life of ordinary people.

Xue Xiang took out some bills from the dark grid and stuffed them into the big pocket of his military uniform, put on an otter skin military hat, wrapped a white fox fur scarf, and put on the uncle's general's coat. This coat is the bottom of the uncle's pressure box, the color is gray-brown, heavy and soft. At this time, both young people and children like to wear military uniforms, and the military uniforms of the PLA troops in different periods are fashionable clothing. In 55 years, when the army was awarded, the officers above the rank of colonel were very particular about their clothing, wearing tweed and breeches in winter and tussah silk in summer. The generals' military uniforms are even more exquisite, and the fabric of the general's uniform is one level higher than the fabric of the school uniform. They also came with otterskin hats and hairy trench coats. As a result, military uniforms of various fabrics have become fashionable goods, and even the calfskin elastic high-waisted leather boots that accompany the military dress have also become top-level goods, commonly known as "school boots". The children of the cadres probably want to show the level of their parents in this way. The fox fur scarf was also seized by the uncle when he hit the northeast, and it was soft and warm around his neck, without a trace of wind.

Xue Xiang rode a "permanent" manganese steel bicycle, his legs kicked fast, clang, and the car was like an arrow whistling away against the cold wind. After ten minutes of effort, I arrived at the gate of the vegetable market, and most of the paint of the dark red vermilion lacquer door was peeling off, and it stood mottled like a hapless human face. Above the wide gate is a long banner, the white banner with a red brush brushing "The Great Leader's Thought Guides Us Forward", and a row of large characters seems to shine under the dim street lamp.

In front of the two-meter-wide gate, there are already eight columns that are crooked and slanted to about 10 meters long, and there are small benches and square bricks in the gaps between people, which are used to occupy places. At this time, most of the people who came to line up were old and weak women and children, and there were no young or strong men like him.

The early risers were sluggish, some whispered, some dozed off on small benches with their heads down, some leaned against the wall and fell asleep. Xue Xiang pushed the cart and went straight to the end of the second team, parked the car, hung the vegetable basket on the handlebar, and raised his leg to straddle the saddle, one long leg supporting the ground and one leg coiled on the horizontal bar. He took out a bag of "Emerald brand" cigarettes from the purse of his tweed coat, lit a red military lighter, lit the fire, and smoked it beautifully. In these years, the price of a pack of "jade" is nine cents, which is worth the two-day work of a strong laborer in some rural areas. The original young man couldn't afford to smoke "jade" every day, and he always carried two packs of cigarettes in his pocket, and a pack of "jade" made friends with revolutionary brothers from all over the world. This pack of cigarettes fell into Xue Xiang's hand, and he didn't care whether it was a reception cigarette or not, he picked it up and started smoking.

Xue Xiang took a sharp breath, the rich aroma of tobacco diluted the rancid stench in the garbage truck not far away, and after smoking a cigarette, the thick sleepiness gradually hit. Xue got down to the seat, parked the car in place, looked for a leeward wall, and didn't care about his top-level equipment, sat with two green bricks under his buttocks, put his collar up to cover his face, folded his legs together and pulled them into his abdomen, folded his arms into a nest, buried his head in this nest, and fell asleep after a while.

I don't know how long I slept, and the noisy sound woke Xue Xiang. He raised his hand and looked at the "Pearl Brand" plum watch on his wrist, it was already half past five. He rubbed his eyes, patted the dust off his body, and walked towards the column where he had stopped. After not taking a few steps, Xue Xiang stopped his feet, his eyes widened, as if he was staring at a piece of gold ingot, and he couldn't move a single bit.

A young woman is standing on his bicycle, a green basket resting on the back seat of his car. The still girl is like a lily standing in the morning sun, blooming in the wind, fresh and elegant. The girl had a long black and shiny hair, which was not tied into two thick braids, as is fashionable nowadays, but was loosely tied behind her head with a red head rope. She was dressed in a national defense green, perhaps she had been wearing it for a long time, and it was a little white, and the cuffs and shoulders were patched with white linen, and the patches were made into a beautiful sunflower shape. This shabby national defense green is not a little cramped and sloppy on the girl's body, but it is natural. The tight military uniform wraps the girl's long body more graceful, which makes people feel like a spring breeze at a glance, and they are intoxicated. The girl was wearing a pair of light black trousers, and the cuffs of the trousers were a little wide, as if a pair of pants had been cut off a little bit. At a glance, it was clear that the girl was not the original owner of the pants, and the pants hung straight down and covered with a pair of black-backed and white-faced rubber shoes. This simple to the extreme trousers with the girl's tall figure is very similar to the long pencil pants of later generations, and the legs are slender and straight, elegant and generous.

The girl's delicate face is not like most melon seed faces, with a thin and pointed chin, but a rounded arc is drawn at the intersection of the two contours of the chin, the big eyes flicker, the eyes are crystal clear, and the cherry lips under the delicate nose bridge are full and ruddy, and she is a plump version of Lin Chiling.

Xue Xiang stared at the girl for a long time. Finally, the girl noticed that a lewd light was staring at her, and stomped her foot angrily, twisted her waist, and changed her face. The girl didn't know that when she turned around, her plump and sturdy round buttocks broke through the encirclement of the loose pants and drew a thrilling arc, and the strong visual impact made Xue Xiang almost bleed.

Xue Xiang noticed that the girl had seen his voyeurism, and he was a little scornful of his recklessness. Whether it was Xue Xiang in his previous life or the original young man, he didn't have much experience with girls, let alone fall in love. In his previous life, Xue Xiang's personality was a little withdrawn and shy, and he belonged to the category of deep otaku. The original young man was a little sloppy, but his personality was bold, generous and heroic, and he made friends with some hairy boys who kicked the ground and kicked the sky, all of them were energetic, and they often came and went in fights, and they had no experience in interacting with girls.

Xue Xiang continued to walk towards his car. Liu Ying'er was a little anxious: Why is this person like this. It's not that she hasn't met those little hooligans who deliberately talk to each other and talk flamboyantly, but they are all in remote places, secluded places. It was the first time he had encountered such a bold hooligan, looking at the outfit of the children of senior cadres all over his body, this must be a hooligan leader, Liu Ying'er gave Xue a verdict. At that time, the stubborn masters loved to dress like this, and the stubborn masters were almost equal to hooligans in the eyes of ordinary people, so it was no wonder that Liu Yinger misunderstood.

Xue Xiang approached the bicycle and helped the handlebars with both hands. Liu Ying'er was taken aback and said in a panic: "Don't come here, I'll call someone if you come over again." She tightened the basket in her hand and took a step back, her voice trembling. She reprimanded lightly, listening to Xue Xiang's ears, it was really like a yellow warbler crying in the valley, and the young phoenix was singing, as if she had eaten the fruit of life, and all the 3,600 pores were opened.

"This comrade, this is my car." Xue Xiang scratched his head, but he blushed first.

Liu Ying'er didn't respond, lifted the vegetable basket off the back seat of the car, wiped the place where the food basket was resting on the back seat of the car with her sleeve, and took a step back.

Being mistaken for a hooligan, Xue Xiang was a little annoyed in his heart, ignored her, stepped into the car seat, and posed when he was queuing at night, and his long legs on the ground shook and shook.

Xue Xiang stretched out his right hand and took out a cigarette from his pocket, the index finger of his right hand flicked the bottom of the cigarette case, and a cigarette jumped out of the cigarette box like lightning, and went straight to the door. This subconscious action is extremely cool, as if it has been rehearsed thousands of times, and Xue Xiang has done it as if reflexively. Why didn't you do this when you smoked last night? Xue Xiang was a little puzzled. Thinking that attracting the attention of beautiful women is the instinct of all animals, Xue Xiang gave himself a perfect explanation.

Liu Ying'er's attention was really attracted to the past, and she exclaimed in her heart: How many cigarettes should I smoke to practice this kind of Cheng Dù, I am not very old, but I am a smoker. Fortunately, Xue Xiang couldn't hear what she was thinking, otherwise he would have to be angry, and he really threw his eyes to the blind.

Halfway through the cigarette, the team in front of him was like a flood that had opened the floodgates, with a bang, retreating sharply, Xue Xiang stabilized the handlebars, crossed his legs on the ground, and put on a posture of "let it be high and the waves are fast, I will not move".

It turned out that the gate of the vegetable market was opened, and the open vermilion gate was suddenly squeaked and swayed, as if there were more people, no matter how strong the gate was, it would have to be squeezed down. This kind of scene has long been commonplace for the salesmen of the state-run vegetable farms, and they have methodically put all kinds of food and vegetables on the shelves of the eight sales windows. The setting of the vegetable market is very unique, after the hinge door is opened, half a meter forward is a wall, and a wide window of eight meters high is chiseled into the wall. The windows are connected by thick colorless transparent glass, through which you can clearly see the various foods placed on the shelves in the vegetable market, and the three salesmen of each window are responsible for collecting tickets, collecting money, and picking up goods, and the division of labor is clear, which greatly speeds up the receiving.

The team in front was led backwards by the open door, and the team behind rushed forward when they saw the door opened. After pushing, Liu Ying'er couldn't stabilize her body, and when she looked back, the original aunt behind her was replaced by a ten-year-old young man. This guy was dressed crookedly in a yellow military uniform, with a mouth full of yellow teeth and a face full of horizontal flesh, and a pea-sized sarcoma on his left cheek, which was disgusting to look at. The horizontal meat man's eyes stared at Liu Ying'er's round ass and turned straight, and the corners of his mouth flowed out.

ps: Here, thanks to Mr. Du Liang, some of the depictions of military uniforms have references, and in addition, he is not bad at climbing, but also borrowed from the blood romance, here, thank you!

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