My 1991

Red cheongsam, off-shoulder plum blossoms, high heels

Look, a lady with a plump bust walked over, with lotuses growing every step of the way, smiling coquettishly, twisting her slit cheongsam, and then walked over again.

This butt is so beautiful that if a man touches her, his life will be shortened by a year.

After the real first feed factory customer left, Lu An searched the street with his eyes, and finally found a beautiful woman among hundreds of people. He got what he wanted, and he wanted to continue reading.

He is not bragging about the subject of history. In his previous life, he had memorized all the textbooks by heart. As long as someone said which chapter and which page, he could tell how many paragraphs there were on that page, and the content of each paragraph was What? Where on the page is each paragraph located? Are there any illustrations next to it? Are there any small prints between paragraphs?

Just like he couldn't forget eating the forbidden fruit with his first love, he could remember every detail of it as clearly as every detail.

In his view, it is true that studying requires talent, but it still has a lot to do with hard work. If you want to get good marks on the test paper and become a top student, chewing down textbooks is the most basic thing.

They say that if you read a book a hundred times, its meaning will come to you, and that’s pretty much what it means. No matter how difficult the text passage is to chew, no matter how remote, or how difficult it is to understand, as long as you review it back and forth a lot, you will eventually get enlightened.

"Little master, can you repair brakes?"

Just when he had just finished reviewing the history of the Xia, Shang and Wednesday Dynasties, a voice came from the street on the right, and an elegant middle-aged man came over pushing a bicycle.

When business came, Lu An smiled and said, "Hello, I will."

The elegant middle-aged man parked the car, pointed to the rear wheel and explained: "The brakes are not working, so I don't dare to ride downhill. I can only push it all the way. Please help me, little master."

Lu An put the book on the small stool and began to look at it. After a while, he came to the conclusion: "This is because the rear brake is broken and needs to be replaced with a new one."

The elegant middle-aged man asked: "How much does it cost to replace it with a new one?"

Lu An said: "It just opened today. I'll give you a discount of 5 yuan."

The elegant middle-aged man obviously knew a little bit about the market conditions. He didn't counter-offer immediately and just asked: "How long will it take?"

Lu An put the book away and said, "Sit down for a while. You'll be fine soon."

The elegant middle-aged man nodded: "Okay, young master, hurry up and help me change it. I'm in a hurry."

"Okay."

In response, Lu An turned on the busy mode again.

The middle-aged man glanced at the book and asked, "Are you still a student?"

Lu An was busy, without raising his head: "Yes."

The middle-aged man looked at his clothes. He was wearing white washed old clothes and a pair of the cheapest casual shoes on the street stall. Later he asked:

"It must be very hard for you to study and support a family, right?"

Lu An responded with a smile: "It's not bad. Thanks to your care, I can barely survive."

The middle-aged man didn't speak anymore. He first watched his car repair skills for a while. Then he thought of something and reached for his history book. He flipped through a few pages and praised: "Your handwriting is very good. You can see that you have a special skill." You’ve practiced it, who did you learn it from?”

His mother had learned Chinese painting from his grandfather, and Chinese paintings often have inscriptions and inscriptions. Good calligraphy is very important, which led to his mother forcing him to practice good calligraphy when he was a child.

Whether it is pen calligraphy or brush calligraphy, it is a lifetime of accumulation. I dare not say that I am a master of calligraphy, but people who see it can't help but praise it.

Lu An said: "Sir, he has good eyesight. He learned it from his mother."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man stopped asking questions knowingly. For a mother with such a culture, her son had to become a street vendor to earn a living. It must have happened to his family.

Luan is good at his craftsmanship and changed the rear brake very quickly. It didn't take long to get it done.

The middle-aged man tried it and felt very good. He took out 5 yuan from his pocket and gave it to him:

"It's amazing that you have such skills in repairing cars at such a young age. I will carry my lover's bicycle over later and you can help me take a look."

Come on, the exchange just now was not in vain, it is obvious that people have sympathy.

Lu An put the money in his pocket and asked, "What brand of car is it? Where is it broken?"

The middle-aged man said: "The front wheel rim of Feige brand women's bicycle is crooked and deformed."

Lu Anxin thought that he might need to replace it. It seemed that he would have to call the lobby uncle and ask him to send him some commonly used steel rings and other parts.

The reason why I need to trouble the lobby uncle is because he has been living in the west of the city for more than 30 years and is familiar with bicycle factories. He can often get some good things through the back door, some at cost price, some at friendly price, and some people simply give him as a gift.

This is why my uncle dares to boast that he can earn more than 400 yuan a month by setting up a stall in Haikou for two hours a day, because many parts do not require capital.

Lu An greeted warmly: "Okay, uncle, if you have time, send it over to me for a look."

Before leaving, the middle-aged man asked: "You set up a stall on the weekend and will be there tomorrow, right?"

Luan said, "Yeah, I'll be there after school on Friday."

According to the plan, he wanted to go out for a while after studying at night, but it was quite late at that time and the time was uncertain, so he didn't say anything.

The middle-aged man nodded: "Then I'll come over tomorrow."

Lu An stood on the side: "Okay, uncle, please walk slowly."

Maintenance is considered a technical job, but it is also considered a service industry. Only if you are sweet and talkative can your business be successful. This is really difficult for him as a teacher. For a few dollars, he has to make some changes for himself.

However, looking at the 5 yuan cash in hand, he couldn't help but feel happy. This was half a day's salary that people in the village could earn by working as a general laborer for a day, so what else could he be dissatisfied with?

He has endured hardships since he was a child. In his character, he refuses to be too ambitious and too ambitious. He can clearly see how much money you can earn based on your position.

Seeing this scene, an aunt on the right who sells firearms and toys said with envy: "Young man, you are making a lot of money."

Lu An smiled and sat back on the stool: "I'm not better than you, auntie. I sold three toy guns in a blink of an eye. This is better than sitting in an office in a state-owned enterprise."

After being praised for a while, the aunt immediately smiled, and the envy just now dissipated a lot.

Another mother and son came to Auntie's stall, and she had no time to pay attention to him. Lu An raised his head and glanced at it before continuing to read, understanding the "feudal system" from memory, and reciting it silently.

Half an hour later, he completely digested and absorbed the "feudal system" and began to read "The Unification of Qin". In the middle, a man came over to inflate the tires and earned a dime.

When he focused all his attention on the "Central Governmental System of Three Gongs and Nine Ministers" in the textbook, a voice suddenly came from next to him.

"Luann, I'm heartbroken."

The voice that said "broken love" was not loud, but there was a sadness, and the sadness was accompanied by the noise of steel grinding.

Suddenly hearing this long-lost voice in his memory, Lu An quickly turned his head and saw a familiar face, Liao Shiqi, the only daughter of Widow Zhang, who is 15 years old this year.

If her memory is correct, she should have been working as an apprentice in the kitchen of the Royal Concubine Hotel during this period.

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