did not rush back, but rode towards Feng Aijun's house.

The pheasant that was promised to this guy before has not been fulfilled until now, and it is time to send it to him.

Ride to the side of the compound.

Say to the soldier on duty, and make a phone call to the right person.

Ten minutes later, Feng Aijun ran over happily.

As soon as I came over, I saw him and asked happily, "Sent me something?" ”

Other than that, there doesn't seem to be anything to look for him.

Yang Xiaole nodded slightly.

"Well, I got five for you, you can get them back quickly, don't raise them to death!"

"Where?"

Feng Aijun was excited.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole took him to the edge of the alley not far away and handed him a sack.

"Here, remember to clip your wings often, otherwise it will fly, a total of five."

Feng Aijun took the thing with a happy face.

Hurry up and open things up.

Seeing the pheasant inside by the faint light outside, he opened his mouth wide; "This ...... Are you sure it's a pheasant? ”

Yang Xiaole smiled indifferently: "Well, sure, just look at Mao!" Raised in captivity and fattened. ”

He controls all the livestock in the space, and he can't sell them if he gets too much.

He is not short of such money.

"Thank you! Whatever you want, I'll get it for you. I'll go back first! ”

Yang Xiaole nodded lightly when he heard this.

Then the two said goodbye.

Seeing him leave excitedly with his things, Yang Xiaole also rode home.

When I got home, it was nearly ten o'clock.

Yang Xiaole parked the car, prepared to go back to the house, and glanced at Qu Ying's closed door.

After thinking about it, I still scanned it.

At this time, Qu Ying was lying on the bed and had not yet slept.

He was holding a foreign book in his hand, but his head was looking at the door.

It is estimated that the movement when she just stopped the car alarmed her.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole coughed lightly.

Hearing the movement, Qu Ying's eyes lit up, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and then she continued to look at the book.

Occasionally, he turned his head to look at the door of his room.

Yang Xiaole naturally didn't go in when he saw this.

Then he returned to his home.

"Little music? Why is it so late? ”

As soon as I came in, I heard the voice of the old lady in the house asking.

Yang Xiaole took off his hat, slapped the gray on it and said with a smile: "Oh, I went out with my eldest brother for a little something, and I just came back." ”

"You don't make people worry about it, your eldest brother goes to work, and it's the same as if you're also in the security department."

The old lady muttered, and then asked; "Have you eaten? I'll get up and give you some heat. ”

"I've eaten it, so I don't need to get it."

Yang Xiaole refused with a smile.

Hearing this, there was no movement inside.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole washed and washed back to sleep on the kang.

……

The eldest brother doesn't know when he came back.

The next morning, after washing up, I went to school on time.

Early in the morning, I rode on the road, and the sky was full of yellow sand, and the air was also filled.

Now Sijiu City does not have many days of good weather throughout the year.

Especially in autumn and winter, a lot of time is filled with yellow sand, which is a sandstorm from the north.

Wearing a mask and rushing towards school.

For the next period of time, except for the eldest brother, who seemed very busy, everyone else still lived according to the rules.

……

Friday, December 30.

That afternoon, there was a burst of excitement in the class, where the desks were cleaned up.

Because the day after tomorrow is New Year's Day, today is the last day of class for this month.

New Year's Day party.

Although there are not as many streamers in the classroom, the decoration is just as good-looking.

Originally, the class fee was quite large, and I could buy a lot of things.

However, there were ingenious people in the class, and in the end, after discussion, everyone still unanimously decided to fold paper flowers and cut paper.

With the white cotton thread used to sew clothes, I fished things in the class.

There are also big red flowers on the blackboard.

"Hey, Xiaole, you have a good idea!"

Lu Minqi looked at the only light bulb on the roof and said with a smile.

Because this bulb exudes a multicolored color.

It's just a little dim.

Yang Xiaole smiled, camouflage lights only.

Wouldn't it be nice to get some colorful candy paper and stick it on it!

At this time, people eat hard candy with plastic candy on it, and many people will have the habit of collecting candy wrappers and then sandwiching them in books.

Cut out the colored part on it and stick it on the bulb to make it a camouflage light.

The surrounding windows were also covered by various cloths brought by the crowd.

"Come on, come on!!"

In a moment's thought, I saw Yu Wenbin happily holding something over.

followed by Lao Han.

Seeing this, everyone surrounded with excitement.

Because it's a record player.

Yang Xiaole watched there, this is an old record player, just like the old objects from the Republic of China period on TV.

Hua Yourong has one, and he used it when he danced with Hua Yourong.

Isn't there a domestic one?

Yes!

The cheapest thing is more than a hundred. The most expensive Panda 15-lamp record player costs more than 4,500 yuan.

He didn't know if anyone would buy such an expensive thing, anyway, he didn't dare to buy it blatantly.

In the busyness of the crowd, the table was surrounded by a large space in the middle, which would be used for the performance.

There were a lot of apples and peanuts on the table.

These things are very difficult to buy.

It was approved through the school application, and the two of them partnered with an apple, peanuts and melon seeds, and a class of three catties.

Naturally, the money was bought with the class fee.

Plus each brings a little bit of something from home.

You bring a handful of peanuts, he brings a handful of fried soybeans, and this person brings three or five sweets......

Everyone mixes and eats together.

Barely make this party not so monotonous.

The class was bustling.

Yu Wenbin's house obviously has this thing, and he is debugging it there.

With the melodious music coming from inside, everyone was happy.

It means that the party can begin.

Under Lao Han's shouting, everyone returned to their seats.

Lao Han looked at the excited crowd and said with a smile: "Okay, this is the first party for our first (2) class of junior high school."

He said that I and I are all from all over the world, and we have come together for a common revolutionary goal

There are a lot of people from other provinces.

It's also a kind of fate.

This is the first time, and it will not be just once, in the future, everyone will spend the three parties of junior high school, and there may be fate to spend the three years of high school together, and even a few people will be able to spend it together on the campus of the university.

When the time comes, it may not be the familiar face around you......"

Lao Han said the opening ceremony above, and said with a smile: "Next, hand over the podium to our announcer, let us welcome." Everyone applauded. ”

As soon as the words ended, the crowd began to applaud.

Lao Han went over, played the music, and sat next to him and watched this scene with a smile.

Yu Wenbin and Lu Minqi went to the podium together in applause.

After the two took the stage, the two looked at each other, holding a note in their hands.

Yu Wenbin cleared his throat and read: "Dear teachers, lovely students, hello everyone! ”

Lu Minqi: "With the warm sunshine in winter, full of joy, we ushered in a ...... full of vitality and hope"

Yang Xiaole sat there and looked at it with a smile.

Originally, he went up, but he refused.

In other words, Yu Wenbin, this kid, is really not bad, and he is very temperamental by his family.

Put aside the grievances between the two.

This guy is still good.

And this guy hasn't jumped out since military training, so he doesn't bother to treat him.

"Let's have our choir perform the song: Let's swing the sculls."

With Lu Minqi's words, the applause below began to ring.

His hands were red.

And the girls who had already prepared went up, and it was the host Lu Minqi who took the lead.

The people who went up were actually a little twisted.

Fortunately, there are a lot of people.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole stood up, came to the back position, and brought his "worn-out" accordion.

There was also a brand new accordion next to it.

He came to the edge of the podium and sat down.

I've learned this thing, so how can I use it if I don't take it out!

It was also Feng Shaohua, who said that he would know a little, and was instigated by everyone and brought over.

Lu Minqi glanced at Yang Xiaole, and when she saw him nodding slightly, she turned her head.

He took a deep breath and shouted:

"Let's swing the sculls and get ready...... Sing. ”

"Let's swing the sculls,

The boat pushes away the waves.

The sea reflects the beautiful white tower,

Surrounded by green trees and red walls.

……

”

The melodious melody began, and the crowd began to sing in chorus.

At first, there were still people who fell behind, but with music guidance, they slowly returned to normal.

Everyone did not speak, and watched the scene with wide eyes.

Yu Wenbin looked at his new accordion behind him, and then looked at Yang Xiaole, who was sitting there playing the piano freely.

Instantly, I felt the urge to cry.

He had just practiced this piece a little well, because he knew that the New Year's Day party would definitely need to be rehearsed.

Outcome............

What about a performance while thinking about it for a while?

This is clearly not a level.

At the same time, I was thinking about whether to go to another school......

……

Yang Xiaole played the accordion and looked at the immature face in front of him.

The vision in front of me blurred for a while.

In a classroom decorated with streamers, a DVD player sits on a desk and is next to a dilapidated color TV.

A young man with a microphone was singing a song affectionately.

“

Will you remember tomorrow

Yesterday you wrote in your diary

Do you still think about it tomorrow?

You used to cry the most

The teachers can't remember it anymore

You and I can't guess the problem

It's also an accidental photo flip

I just remembered you at the same table

…………

”

This is the song I sang at the New Year's Day party in my third year of junior high school.

I used to have a tablemate myself.

She.

Once she was resting on the desk, she looked at her secretly, she didn't move, she stared intently, suddenly she got up and looked over, and said proudly: "You peep at me!" ”

In her panicked expression, she picked up the pen, wrote the word "voyeur" on my book, drew a circle to circle the two words, and then drew two braids casually, I was speechless for a while, and her smile at that moment was unforgettable...

Three years in junior high school, two years at the same table with her, I like to pull her big pigtails the most, and tease her.

What's the name?

I seem to have forgotten......

…………

"Bang Bang Bang~~"

As the singing stopped, Yang Xiaole's thoughts were also pulled back, and he slowly stopped accompaniment.

At this time, on the side of the window, many people from the next class came over.

This is a mischievous student who feels that his class is not good-looking, and comes to peek.

Yang Xiaole carried the piano back to his place and put the accordion down.

"Xiaole, how are you doing, what's not to do?"

Feng Aijun looked at him with curiosity.

After Yang Xiaole sat down, he took a bite of the apple and said with a smile: "It's really gone now." I haven't had time to learn anything else. ”

These words made Feng Aijun roll his eyes.

"Did you really study for a year?"

"Well, yes, doesn't Feng Shaohua know! I used to learn a little bit, and then I learned it with the music teacher at our school. ”

Yang Xiaole didn't care about nonsense.

As the two spoke, the second performance began on stage.

Poetry reading.

“

Don't beat so hard in your heart,

The dust is blocking my eyes......

I won't let go of the loess in my hands,

Stick it tightly to your heart.

A few times back to Yan'an in my dreams,

Holding the pagoda mountain with both hands.

A thousand voices are calling to you

- Mother Yan'an is here!

…………

”

How can there be less poetry that echoes the times, after all, modern foreign poetry is basically not much contact with junior high school.

Most of them are only exposed to high school and college.

After the poetry recitation, Sun Tiezhu's suona was followed.

It is he who knows the famous: a hundred birds and a phoenix.

However, the feeling of blowing is not particularly skilled.

Of course, this is for him, for others, and this is already very powerful.

"Hey, Xiaole, didn't you say that this century-old Chaofeng was blown during the funeral? I heard that people who are not respected are not qualified to blow, right? It sounds festive to me. ”

Feng Aijun was eating an apple and muttered there.

Yang Xiaole glanced at him: "This hundred birds and phoenixes, different moods, it is a different feeling to hear, and the song of the big happy event is also the main one, which is very difficult." ”

"Different moods? Also, I'm not sad, it's quite festive to listen to. You say how he blows out sad feelings. ”

Feng Aijun muttered absently.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole turned around and continued to listen.

Thinking of something, he turned his head and whispered, "This tune, you don't listen to it in the right way." You have to lie down and listen. ”

Feng Aijun was puzzled for a moment: "Lie down and listen?" Why? ”

"You lie down, cover yourself with a white cloth, and when the music starts, everyone comes and bows, and you bow...... You can feel the sadness in this song. ”

Hearing him joking, Feng Aijun reacted halfway through speaking.

Kicked him with his foot.

"Nerves, you're cursing me!"

Yang Xiaole smiled, no longer joking, turned his head and continued to listen.

"Hey, by the way, on the first day of ice release at the ice rink today, will you go? It's a pity that I didn't have time to go down to the opening. ”

Feng Aijun suddenly said to him.

Yang Xiaole came back to his senses.

Think about it and don't agree: "Besides, maybe I won't go." There are too many people. ”

Every year, it starts around New Year's Day and ends in February, a total of one and a half months.

The young people of Kyoto will come alive.

But today there are definitely a lot of people.

After dinner, it was dinner again.

Feng Aijun didn't say anything when he heard this.

I have to say that most of the No. 8 Middle School are the children of cadres.

It's really versatile in the class.

There are several musical instruments, and there are also dancers, although they are all beginners, but for junior high school students, they are enough.

Yu Wenbin finally played a solo piece.

Although it is not as amazing as Yang Xiaole, it also makes most people who don't know it envious.

A party lasted more than two hours and ended in everyone's unfinished business.

After school, Yang Xiaole came to the parking place with an accordion on his back.

Hua Yourong was already waiting there.

"You played the accordion next door, right? A lot of people in my class went to listen. ”

Yang Xiaole smiled; "Is that the one you started with?"

"Hmmm! Yes! ”

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole nodded: "You dance well!" Look at the people below, their eyes are straight. ”

Hua Yourong smiled: "You also came to see?" ”

"Well, I see."

I did read it, it was next door, and as soon as the scan was opened, I could see it clearly.

Hearing this, Hua Yourong was happy for a while.

"Let's go. Went back. ”

The two then walked towards the outside of the school.

Came to the main road, said hello, and the two separated, each going back to their respective homes.

Yang Xiaole carried a musical instrument on his back and rushed towards home against the cold wind.

Passing by a grocery store, he stopped curiously as he watched a circle of people gather around.

I saw a big notice in black on a red background posted at the door of the grocery store.

: In order to balance supply and demand, ensure market parks, and crack down on illegal reselling, with the approval of **, since January 1, in addition to the quota, the implementation of high-price supply.

According to the principle of opening up, selling out............

After reading it, Yang Xiaole pondered there.

This is to start supplying high-priced goods from New Year's Day, which are outside of the ration, and no longer charge invoices.

It's just that the price is a little scary.

That's four or five times.

Candy, fruit candy, originally 1.04 yuan, now 5 yuan a catty.

There are eleven kinds of pastries, the cheapest is 3 yuan a catty, and the most expensive is 7 yuan and 6 cents.

Take the peach cake as an example, it was originally eight cents and two, and at the same time as asking for pastry tickets, you also had to collect eight taels of food stamps. Now it's three dollars a pound, and I don't want a ticket.

Meaning, don't go to the black market to buy it.

Come to me.

I'm not breaking the law.

After watching it for a while, he didn't look at it again.

It's not a ticket, but it's more expensive, too damn expensive.

It's not that you need it or your child is hungry, so it's impossible to be willing to buy it.

A pound of the cheapest pastry, the top three or four days' salary, is too expensive.

At most, about one-tenth of them are willing to buy such a high-priced thing.

But that's already done, and you still have a choice, unlike before, you didn't have a choice at all.

After eating the ration, then watch.

After all, the vast majority of the people in the city have never entered the black market, and they dare not enter the black market.

Then I rode home.

Back home.

The eldest sister cooks there, and Kiko tinkers with skates there.

"Brother, I'm going to skate tomorrow!"

There are also night rinks at the skating rink, but they are mostly for young people, and children don't go there at night unless they live nearby.

"We'll see!"

Yang Xiaole muttered, and then looked at the simple skates of several people.

There are skates in the space, all sizes and styles.

But you can't take it out and use it.

After all, a pair of skates is not cheap now.

He used Su Ling's excuse to get a pair of them, and if he got too much, others would be suspicious.

Never mind.

Think of it as giving them a childhood to remember.

Kiko nodded absently: "Well, I'm going to go with the second child anyway." ”

Yang Xiaole rolled his eyes.

Damn, Lao Tzu has become your spare tire!

looked around, but didn't see Xiaoli and Wheat, so he asked, "What about Wheat?" ”

The eldest sister muttered while she was busy: "I don't know, I went out to play with Begonia, Jujube, and Peaches." ”

After being busy for a while, she thought of something and muttered: "By the way, Xiaole, my sister-in-law seems to be pregnant." ”

This made him stunned for a moment: "When did it happen?" ”

"Mother said it!"

"Did you go to the hospital for a check-up?"

"It's not...... Oops, I can't tell you, you just know. ”

The eldest sister is not easy to explain.

After listening to this, Yang Xiaole instantly understood that he must have not had a period.

But it's not surprising that it's been three months of marriage, and there should be movement.

That's about two months.

A burst of emotion followed.

Big brother, I'm going to be a father!

(End of chapter)