"How many past events are difficult to recall, how many places have left sorrow, and they have passed away with the wind......"

The courtyard was a little deeper, and Jiang Xun sat in front of the window, occasionally biting the pen in his hand, and occasionally making a slight rustling sound on the manuscript paper with the tip of the pen.

My name is Xiao Suizi, in the seventies of the last century, I served in the art troupe of a provincial military district in the southwest of the motherland, I am a dancer, and the people in the troupe call me Xiao Suizi.

What I want to tell you is the story of our art troupe, but in this story, I am not the protagonist, the protagonist should be the two of them.

His name is Liu Feng, at that time, we sang the praises of unknown heroes, the greatness in the ordinary, that is, we sang the praises of people like Liu Feng, the girl in the raincoat, her name is He Xiaoping, and she is a recruit from our dance team entrusted to Liu Feng.

The ending of her and Liu Feng decades later can be traced back to the day when Liu Feng took her into the art troupe.

Liu Feng is a living xx in the regiment, and he is a pacesetter in learning every year, he was commissioned by the regiment to bring a new recruit He Xiaoping, and also brought letters and specialties for his comrades in Beiping.

The huge rehearsal hall is divided into two parts, one side is the rehearsal of the dance team, and the other is the band, and the leader of the sub-team is guiding the dance team to rehearse the steppe female militia.

He Xiaoping's arrival made her happy, this was a seedling that she valued very much, and asked her to dance a dance for everyone on the spot, but He Xiaoping fell.

There are many talents in the group, and there is no shortage of xx children, and everyone can't help but despise He Xiaoping.

Liu Feng picked up He Xiaoping and introduced him to the organist and announcer He Shuwen, the dancer Xiao Suizi, and the trumpeter Chen Can......

The last thing he introduced was Lin Daiyu in the troupe - Lin Dingding, she is a solo actor in the troupe. Looking back, the year before last, Liu Feng instructed Lin Dingding, who had just come out of the boot camp, to practice kicking, Lin Dingding was full of grievances and finally kicked his aunt's towel on Liu Feng's shoes, and then left crying as if he had been wronged.

Inspired by hormones, Liu Feng has been thinking about Lin Dingding, a Shanghai girl with the ideal of marrying the chief's son.

This is the age of a bastard, every young person has love in their hearts and bodies, love is full of hearts, and it doesn't matter who it is given to.

Liu Feng told the kind-hearted Xiao Suizi to take care of He Xiaoping, and when he was eating, he used his meal ticket to bring dumplings to He Xiaoping, but his mind was on Lin Dingding, knowing that she didn't eat dumplings, and gave her noodles.

During the training, Lin Dingding's feet had blisters, so Liu Feng carefully picked them open for her and carried her through the whole journey.

Officer Wu, who pursued Lin Dingding, came to the shooting range, and was almost hit by a bullet in order to take pictures of Lin Dingding, Liu Feng couldn't help but be angry.

Time has passed quietly, and a lot of great things have happened over the years...... Life outside has changed dramatically, and life in the art troupe is slowly changing.

Liu Feng injured his waist in the flood relief and had to quit the dance team and join the stage art group.

The dance team rehearsed a new dance song, and no male soldier was willing to partner with He Xiaoping, and the captain of the detachment lost his temper with the political commissar to no avail.

But only Liu Feng, who is alive, stood up when all the male members disliked teaming up with her, touching her, and thinking she stinks.

This is the only care He Xiaoping has received in her long life, and this care is enough to support her whole world.

People who are not loved are the ones who recognize kindness the most and cherish kindness the most.

So she quickly realized that she had and could only love Liu Feng.

Liu Feng's waist was injured, but his touch was gentle, soothing, knowing that the injured person was in pain, and conveying personal sympathy, so it was not just a prescribed movement of dance.

He gave her many, many more than the prescribed actions.

He picked her up and placed her on his shoulders, the only one in the world who had carried her like her own father...... made He Xiaoping feel safe and steady, felt treasured, and felt that she was delicate and regarded as a pearl in the palm of her hand at that moment.

At this time, love is a long thing, it seems that the taste is too good, swallowing it at once must first be greasy to death, followed by reluctance, you must slowly smack it, and taste it slowly.

From the trembling and sweaty holding of the two hands together, to the skin and skin grinding at zero distance, it is often a process of several years......

……

Jiang Xun stood up and moved his waist.

The night is getting darker, and the dryness of the entire capital is swept away.

The cool breeze in the evening blows, the fragrance of acacia flowers comes to his nose, and he likes to look up in the yard to see the green leaves of spring.

Jiang Xun picked a few flowers from the tree and began to chew and eat, the sweet fragrance was refreshing.

"How many past events are difficult to recall, how many places have left sorrow, and they have passed away with the wind......"

Music came from the streets, reverberating faintly in the courtyard.

Yes, Hong Kong and Taiwan music is still a forbidden area in this era, and it is a glamorous sound.

When the spring breeze of reform blew into the high wall of the art troupe, Chen Cantuo got a tape recorder and a tape of Teresa Teng, and the songs sounded sultry and unstoppable.

This song also changed Liu Feng's fate.

In the stage art warehouse, Liu Feng invited Lin Dingding to see the sofa he had made for the wedding of the head of the cooking class, Ding Ding, like "other women, get along with any man, as long as you don't hate them, you will have a little flirtation", her coquettishness and intentional or unintentional confusion gave Liu Feng the wrong signal.

He plucked up the courage to confess to Lin Dingding, and hugged her when he said that he was emotional.

Liu Feng's hug made him walk off the altar.

Lin Dingding shouted for help and fled from the stage warehouse.

Lin Dingding didn't dislike Liu Feng, but just felt disillusioned.

Liu Feng ate tattered dumplings, carried gifts to comrades in Beiping, and the pigs in the fence ran away to chase the pigs, all of which were so natural, because he was originally a hero and a good person, and suddenly the "human design" collapsed, just like Tang Seng Jesus had seven emotions and six desires, which is worthy of criticism

His true feelings were misunderstood, and the security officer firmly believed that Liu Feng wanted to touch the button of the bra on Ding Ding's back.

Liu Feng sat on the mazar and cried as he listened to the audience read his verdict.

These are all teammates he has helped in the past.

They scolded him:

Dirty! Rogue!

Liu Feng was driven to the logging company.

Before leaving, the pacesetter certificates, awards, and pennants contained in the cardboard box were thrown out, and these "good" accumulated in the first half of his youth were so hypocritical, he was busy contributing so much truth to everyone, but he asked for so little bit of truth and ended up like this.

When bidding farewell to Liu Feng, only Xiaoping came to see him off, Xiaoping was outside the door and shouted to Liu Feng: "Liu Feng, remember to call me when you leave tomorrow." “

Maybe Xiaoping is the only one among us who can recognize Liu Feng's kindness.

"Jiang Xun, Jiang Xun-"

When Yang Zhe pushed open the door of the courtyard and shouted softly, only the wind chimes answered her.

In the courtyard, Huai

The flowers bloom very vigorously, one by one, covering the branches and branches, the whole tree blooms into a white hydrangea like jade, the white clusters of locust flowers are delicate and pleasant, and the yard is full of undercurrent flowers.

Yang Zhe likes to walk around the yard at this time, stepping on the moist green brick floor, smelling the fragrance of flowers everywhere, she seems to be intoxicated in a dream-like world.

Walking into the house, Jiang Xun was already lying on the table and falling asleep, still holding the pen in his hand.

Yang Zhe gently pulled out the letter paper on the table, oh, this is what he wrote, what about the name, turn to the first page, two big characters appeared in front of him-

Fanghua!

"You're here?" Jiang Xun woke up, he raised his eyes to look outside, it was already completely dark.

"Well, I brought you sheep's hooves," Yang Zhe affectionately stroked his hair with his slender white hand, "I have to go, there is a show in the evening...... I'll take this. She was about to stuff the paper into her bag.

"I'm just halfway through it, and I haven't finished it yet." Jiang Xun got up and hugged her, "Can't you go if you don't go......"