Reborn in the 70s / Reborn in 1978

The car stopped beside them, Ling Yun rolled down the window, Liu Xiancheng leaned forward and waved to them: "Hello, comrades, you have worked hard."

Yajie was stunned, Baoqiu showed a very interested smile on his face, raised his eyebrows, looked in through the car window, and said, "Oh my god, you are all in the car, where did you get this car?" ?” He reached out to pull the car door.

This car is a seven-seater car, Zhang Xingming said: "Dachang, you and Ling Yun sit in the back, you two are thin, the back is a bit crowded."

In fact, for children aged thirteen or fourteen, it is easy for five people to sit in the back, and there is no crowding at all.

But they still sat in the back, Baoqiu climbed up, Yajie also came up, and said: "Why are you so advanced today? Which car is it?"

After closing the car door, Zhang Xingming stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove towards the school with white smoke.

Yajie looked forward and said, "Er Mingzi, what kind of car is this? You can still drive? It's awesome."

Baoqiu focused on technology, and said, "What gear is this? Is this infinitely variable speed?"

Zhang Xingming said: "Yes, automatic transmission and infinitely variable speed are also correct."

Baoqiu asked again: "Is the car easy to drive? Shall I try it?"

Zhang Xingming said: "I can't do anything today, I don't have time, so you can open it after school someday."

Baoqiu nodded and said, "Okay, where does it go?"

Zhang Xingming turned the steering wheel, bypassed a puddle on the road, and said, "Go outside the third factory, there is a lot of open space and no one is there."

A group of people started chatting and discussing, and the car quickly passed the railway crossing and arrived at the oil depot section.

Na Hong Fei pointed to the front and said, "Little Budian and Song Xingmei."

Zhang Xingming looked over, Liu Fengmei and Song Xingmei were walking on the side of the road, wearing one red and one green.

Zhang Xingming looked back and said, "Why don't you ask me to come up and squeeze?"

Yajie pushed aside and said, "Okay, I can sit down."

The kung fu car that was talking came to the side of the two girls, Zhang Xingming stopped the car, and Hong Fei rolled down the window and shouted: "No, Meimei."

The two girls stopped and turned their heads, Liu Fengmei said pleasantly, "Then Hong Fei, why did you get in the car?"

Na Hong Fei waved: "Come up, come up, sit in the back."

Ling Yun opened the car door and jumped out, saying, "You two should squeeze in between."

Liu Fengmei climbed into the car and said, "My God, are you all in the car? Who is there?"

Song Xingmei also came up, and Ling Yun closed the car door behind. Among these people, only Liu Xiancheng was fatter, and the rest were all thin and small, so they sat down easily without being too crowded. Of course, the space of the Chevrolet is indeed large enough.

Among the SUVs of later generations, all brands are compact, and only Chevrolet insists on making large cars.

The car started up again, and Xiaobudian was talking excitedly. Dachang reached out from behind and patted her on the head. She screamed in fright, looked back, and started cursing: "Plague bastard, you stinky Dachangzi! It scared me to death. How can there be people sitting in the back of this car? Wow, there is a big place in the back, and I will go too.”

She was very thin, she struggled to get to the back, and began to pinch Dachang. Dachang would yelp, and dare not fight back. The big guy laughed, and talked while laughing, also No one paid him any attention.

On the way, I met a few classmates in the class, but it was not far from the school, and there was no room in the car, so I didn't stop, but Ling Yun opened the window and yelled a few times.

When they got to the back gate of the school, Zhang Xingming stopped the car and asked them to get off. This is the side of the road, the car cannot be parked here, and some gangsters will definitely scratch it.

A few people jumped down, and Hong Fei asked, "What about you? Do you want to gaha?"

Zhang Xingming got out of the car and went to the back to get their schoolbags, saying, "I'll park the car at the police station, there's no room here."

There was a policeman standing at the gate of the school, smoking a cigarette, looking over here.

The group of gangsters who squatted at the school gate in the past have all disappeared. Most of the people in the society followed the second brother to Fengtian, and most of the rest are now gathered in the billiard club and the video hall, and they don’t come to the school very much. up.

It's really difficult for the bastards in the school to hang out now. If the outsiders don't come, there will be no place to show their uniqueness, so they have to stay in the classroom obediently.

This kind of heart is very strange, they will feel that it is awesome to hang out with outsiders.

Zhang Xingming got into the car, drove the car to the police station, locked the door, and got into the police station with his schoolbag on his back.

Zhaojiabao Police Station is different from other places, it is not named after the place name, it is called Tieshan Police Station.

This building is newly built, so the inside of Zhao's police station is more grand than Guo's, clean and tidy, and much larger, with more than a dozen rooms.

At this time, the policemen in the police station were not on duty yet, and only the night shift was warming up by the fire in the duty room.

Zhang Xingming walked over, leaned on the small window on the wall and asked, "Why is Director Chen here?"

The policeman turned his head and glanced at him, and said, "Nine o'clock at 08:30, what's the matter?"

Zhang Xingming said, "You don't get off work until he comes?"

The policeman looked at his watch, nodded, and said, "Yes, we won't leave until the day shift arrives. We have to change shifts. What's the matter with you?"

Zhang Xingming said: "My car was thrown at your door. Tell Director Chen about it. My name is Zhang Xingming. Once you tell him, he will know."

The policeman froze for a moment, nodded and said, "You know our director? Okay, I'll tell him later, what car?"

Zhang Xingming threw a pack of cigarettes in and said, "Chevrolet, the black one at the door, Director Chen should know him, then I'll go, thank you." Turning around, he left the police station and walked towards the school, across a building , there are four 500 meters away.

The policeman reached out to catch the cigarette thrown over him, and said, "Okay, ah, it's still a foreign cigarette. Chevrolet? What kind of it? Lao Li, have you heard of the brand of Chevrolet? Now this student is very awesome, just shoot Foreign cigarettes, riding a bicycle are all foreign brands, better than us.”

Keeping his hands on, he opened the cigarette, threw one to another policeman on duty who was lying on the bed beside him, lit one himself, and blew a smoke ring beautifully.

Lao Li lit up the cigarette, took a puff, took it to his eyes, looked at it, and said, "I'm not used to smoking, it's too strong, it's good to use on duty."

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When Zhang Xingming arrived at the school, the self-study bell had already rang. At this time, the school did not have the rule of closing the door for class. The door was just wide open, and there was no guard. He walked into the school with his schoolbag on his back, and the students on duty in the morning were still there. Fighting on the playground, the poplar leaves that fell on the ground were gathered together and set ablaze, and the clear smoke filled the campus.

The teachers living in the old building on the left have already woken up, some are doing activities, some are making breakfast. This place used to be a classroom, so the cooking has to be done in the semi-open-air kitchen outside, and the pots and pans are often used. ringing.

On the teaching building on the right, self-study has already started, and the sound of reading aloud floats out intermittently.

Entering the school from the main entrance, you have to go down a flight of stairs to enter the teaching building. It feels like the teaching building is half underground.

Chapter 268 Hard Pen Calligraphy No.1 (3)

There is a reception room in the teaching building. The doorman is a retired teacher of the school. He is a very serious person. He is not angry and pretentious. He is standing at the door of the reception room with his hands behind his back, looking at the students walking back and forth. When walking in front of him, they would involuntarily quicken their pace.

I walked up the dilapidated concrete stairs to the third floor, and the ground along the way was covered with water sprinkled by classmates on duty, making the ground slippery and slippery.

Pushing open the classroom door, the students were all reading. The head teacher, Mr. Wang, stood on the podium, turned his head to look at him, and waved his hand. Zhang Xingming went into the room, walked to his seat, sat down, put his schoolbag in the desk, and looked around. After looking at it, everyone was reading Chinese books, so he also took out the Chinese books, put them on the table and flipped through them.

After watching for a few minutes, I felt someone poke my back with a hand from behind.

Looking up at the head teacher on the podium, Zhang Xingming turned his head and looked behind him. Wang Hui, who was sitting behind, was holding a pen in his hand, and the pen's butt was facing his back. He asked in a low voice, "Gaha?"