Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

The winter in Longjiang is actually very boring. The nearly four months of cat winter is a torment for people.

There really isn't much fun for men to pass the time in cold weather if they don't gamble.

Children and teenagers are much happier than adults.

Wan Feng played football with a group of half-children during the day, and stayed at home watching TV at night.

Now he is lying on the kang of the hut with a letter in his hand.

This was delivered to the company headquarters by the postman just now.

On the tenth day after he returned home, he finally received a letter from Luan Feng.

Missing Peak:

The letter has been received, and when I saw your letter, my excited eyes burst into tears...

What is this?Isn't the splashing in the eyes mixed with snot?

…Since you left, I have no direction to move forward like a leaf swirling in a whirlpool. I have no energy to do anything. I feel that this body doesn’t feel like my own anymore. I often can’t sleep in the middle of the night…

Leaves swirling in a vortex?

Who taught this parable?

This bitch won't start reading romance novels now, will she?Otherwise, where did she come up with such a metaphor?

Thinking about it, there seemed to be no romance novels in [-]!

Our house is rented to my elder sister. They have already moved the whole family back to Wahou from Heijiao. Zhang Hai is going through the registration procedures for them these two days.

They have already settled on a place and are planning to build a big house with a factory building next spring.

My parents and I moved to live in our new house, but you are not here, no matter how enthusiastic the kang is, it will be cold.

How I wish I could fall asleep with a thermometer in my hand at night...

Wan Feng was startled, and subconsciously looked outside the hut.

Fortunately, everyone in the family is in the big house, the younger brother is playing football outside, the younger sister has gone somewhere, and he is the only one huddled in the hut.

Why did this damn bitch poke out all kinds of words, and this word was actually written in the letter?

...I miss you so much, your strong hugs and warm hugs...

?What the hell is this mosquito?mosquito?Lao Tzu embraced her warmly like a mosquito?

What kind of metaphor is this?

After thinking for a long time, Wan Feng realized that it was a kiss.

The word kiss was taught to Luan Feng by Wan Feng. Rural people call a kiss a kiss, which sounds rather vulgar.

So Wan Feng told her what kissing was all about, explaining and demonstrating.

It's just that Wan Feng only taught Luan Feng the pronunciation of the word, but he didn't have time to teach her how to write it.

This product was replaced with a mosquito.

Even if you replace it with a stable one, it is better than this mosquito.

...Finally, I hope you come back to see me soon.

No flirting, no flirting, no fighting, no...

Sincerely, salute!

The letter is very plain and plain, even whiter than a small white text.

But Wan Feng saw it, but his heart was full of thoughts, especially the more than ten prohibitions at the end made him dumbfounded.

Silly girls, thousands of miles away, I just do what, where do you know?

Chapter 656 The Reason for Going to Vocational High School

Wan Feng wrote a reply letter to Luan Feng right away, writing thousands of words eloquently. It is estimated that Luan Feng will be dizzy after reading it.

More than ten days after this letter was sent, Luan Feng's letter came again. Compared with Wan Feng's seven or eight pages of letter paper, Luan Feng's letter was only a dry page.

Writing a letter must be more difficult for Luan Feng than giving birth to a child.

During the correspondence between the two of them, the Spring Festival of [-] came quietly.

There is no big change between the Spring Festival and the previous Spring Festival. People in the area of ​​Dalinzi still wear new clothes, the color is still blue and green, and there is no big change in eating. There are more firecrackers. Something called double lights.

Similar to Er Tijiao, the two balls, one red and one green, go up to the sky with a bang, and then there is no sound.

Far from the double lamps of later generations, there are still two rings in the sky.

The rest really didn't change in Wan Feng's memory.

The flowers are similar every year, and the flowers are different every year.

Although the changes are not big, the changes are still obvious. The biggest change is that CCTV launched the first New Year's Gala.

At that time, apart from the unshakeable news broadcast, the rest of the TV programs were not rich, and programs like gala were even rarer.

Sometimes it is very rare for two people in long gowns to talk about cross talk on TV.

It was against this background that the CCTV Spring Festival Gala of August [-]rd entered thousands of households like a thunderclap on the ground. It became popular with a very long time, rich programs and novel methods for the Chinese people at that time.

Although the host is very amateurish and the programming is chaotic and monotonous, this cannot stop it from becoming popular.

Since this year, the Spring Festival Gala has become an uninterrupted super-long series on the Spring Festival TV every year, and has been performed for more than [-] years.

At that time, due to the constraints of the conditions, almost all the people on the stage were lip-syncing. This was understandable at the time, but it was also a very bad start. It made those shameless artists in the entertainment industry who obviously had high-tech means to support it. What a fake singing.

Not many people in Wanfeng's house watch TV tonight, and the number of TV sets in 42 has also increased significantly this year, and now it has almost reached the ratio of one TV in every three households.

Therefore, only Jin Xingbin's family watched TV at Wan Feng's house.

Lao Jin is so blind all year round that he can't even afford a TV. Wan Feng remembers that his house didn't have a TV until his family left.

If this guy took him to hunt in the mountains in the twelfth lunar month, maybe his house would have a TV by now.

At worst, he gave one to his family.

Zhao Zhongxiang, who was still young, came out to start the show with a youthful face, and said some riddle-guessing things. After a 1-minute cartoon, the first Spring Festival Gala officially began.

When other people can't blink their eyes, Wan Feng feels extremely uncomfortable watching. Except for the panda who can only play the trumpet which left a little impression on him, the rest of the program is extremely depressing.