Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

If it hadn't been for He Zibo to jump out, Song Fengchen would have forgotten that there was still such a mess of worry that had not been resolved.

The main reason is that apart from Song Lingyi's previous visit to him for work, he has never had any contact with the He family.

Now that He Zibo came to the door by himself, Song Fengchen is not welcome.

It just so happens that the new hatred and the old hatred are counted together.

"Don't worry about this," Xu Shujian said in a deep voice, "The dean will not let him go."

This is the truth.

Thought it was six or more years now? The great turmoil has been over for more than two years, and I dare to come out and post big-character posters.

We must know that more than half of the teachers in Jingcheng University were recruited from all over the country during the year after the college entrance examination resumed. Most of them have the experience of being knocked down during the turmoil. Can they hate these tricks?

Finally, now the world is peaceful, He Zibo came up with this kind of thing again, is it too comfortable for him to live?

Even if the dean wants to take it lightly, he must also consider the feelings of these teachers, not to mention the Xu family pressing on it.

Then the fate of He Zibo can be imagined.

When Song Fengchen and Xu Shujian separated, it was not time for class.

Probably he didn't expect him to come back. When Song Fengchen opened the door of the classroom, dozens of unbelievable gazes were facing him.

Seeing Song Fengchen return to the seat grandiosely, He Zibo frowned, and a touch of anxiety suddenly rose in his heart.

"Hey, Zibo, what's the matter?" A young man sitting next to He Zibo's left hand raised his arm and hit He Zibo. He is He Zibo’s roommate. He was mocking Song Fengchen before. He and other people in the dormitory also got involved with the big-character poster. Or could He Zibo post the big-character poster to half of the school overnight?

He Zibo calmed down, comforting the young man and comforting himself: "For such a big matter, the dean must investigate it clearly to deal with him. Wait, he can't turn over."

"That's right." The young man thought He Zibo's remarks made sense. He helped He Zibo, first because He Zibo was his brother, second because he sympathized with He Jia's experience, and third because he felt that people like Song Fengchen were not worthy of treatment. At the Beijing University.

At this moment, the young man with a bancuntou opened the door and walked in: "He Zibo, the dean wants you to go to his office."

What?

He Zibo breathed tightly, and his heart became more uneasy. He barely maintained his composure, stood up, raised his foot and walked towards the door.

But when I passed by Song Fengchen, a voice suddenly sounded in my ear: "By the way, He Zibo, when you were making my rumors, did you tell anyone that my parents were trying to save you from death?"

He Zibo stopped.

Hearing Song Fengchen's words, the other students in the class almost subconsciously thought of the four words En Jiang Qiu, and even looked at He Zibo with half the gaze.

"So what? It's true that your parents saved Zibo, but his family also raised your siblings for three or seven years, but you, relying on your parents as his lifesavers, and troubled his family. The chicken and the dog were restless, and he sent his grandparents into the hospital...you still have the face to say this, have you ever thought of your brave and brave parents when you stole the dog in your village!" It was He Zibo's roommate who spoke.

Hearing this, everyone's scrutiny of He Zibo turned into contempt for Song Fengchen.

"So that's how you told them." Song Fengchen chuckled lightly, and his gaze shifted from He Zibo to the young man: "Then have you ever thought, if I can eat and wear warmth, would I still do things like sly? ?"

The angry expression of the young man froze for an instant, and he heard Song Fengchen continue to say: "Then He Zibo has told you that his brother He Ziming graduated from university. In order to get a good job, he used marriage with my eldest sister as an excuse to leave my parents behind. The more than five hundred dollars of money I paid was defrauded, just to bribe the school leaders..."

Anyway, it's all about it, Song Fengchen didn't mind letting the He family carry more pots.

"Five hundred yuan?"

A series of inhalations sounded, combined with what He Zibo had said to them before, everyone's heart turned back and forth.

Five hundred yuan, an ordinary second-level worker's salary for one year is equivalent to the cost of four years of frugality for a family of three.

With this money, does Song Fengchen still need to live by stealing things?

Does this He family want to be a **** but also want to set up an archway?

For a while, everyone looked at He Zibo with a trace of contempt.

"You nonsense—" He Zibo's head was cold and sweaty. He originally thought that it would not be a problem to kill Song Fengchen with a single shot with the big-character poster. Unexpectedly, the dean should have such ink marks on his side, which gave Song Fengchen a chance to stand up. The key is how does he know these things?

"Is there any nonsense, don't you know?" Song Fengchen chuckled softly: "Yes, and that is, at the end of last year, his brother He Ziming was expelled from public office because of his style of work. As far as I know, he and I The eldest sister got in touch with his widow boss not long after she got married."

"Now think about it, if you worked so hard to deal with me, is it because your brother wanted my mother to leave me the job of accountant in the wood factory after he was fired, but I didn't give it, so you hold a grudge against me."

Feeling the contemptuous sight around him, He Zibo clenched his hands into fists suddenly. He meditated in his heart that this is Song Fengchen's stimulating method. Once he gets angry, other people will only think that he is angry into anger, but it is equivalent to what Song Fengchen said. evidence.

Thinking of this, he sneered and said forcefully: "Edit, continue editing, do you think that by throwing dirty water on me and diverting the attention of the big guy, you can cover up what you did? You have to know, the masses His eyes are sharp."

Hearing what he said, everyone was confused, not knowing who to believe is better.

Song Fengchen's eyebrows drooped slightly: "As expected of He Zibo, this psychological quality really doesn't have to be said."

His voice changed: "I know, what you can rely on now is that I bribe Teacher Xu with money, am I right?"

He Zibo shook his heart for an instant at Song Fengchen's smile.

I only heard Song Fengchen say word by word: "Then you definitely don't know, Teacher Xu Shujian Xu, he is my lover."

"Love, love?" I don't know who exclaimed.

"Ah." Song Fengchen replied, and said with a little pride: "I'm really sorry, Teacher Xu has this flower inserted on my pile of cow dung."

"Puff—" Hearing this, someone couldn't help but laughed, and the atmosphere in the classroom was relaxed.

The words have already reached this point. Since the people present can stand out from the more than six million candidates and enter the Beijing University, they must have nothing to say in terms of IQ. The balance in their hearts has basically fallen to Song Fengchen. After all, the other party I don't dare to make a joke about Teacher Xu.

When they looked back at He Zibo, they were ashamed to the other side. They were saying something in their mouths, but they didn't really hear them. They should be ‘impossible’, and then staggered out.

His three roommates and a young man with a stubborn head are also consistent with his expression.

The truth has become clear when things have developed up to now.

In the afternoon, the school bulletin board posted the results of the incident. He Zibo was punishable by serious violations for slandering teachers and classmates, and the whole school notified the criticism and kept the files at the end.

This is a punishment on the face, and it's fair.

But with Xu Shujian staring at him, He Zibo would never want to get a diploma from Beijing University in this life.

As for He Zibo's three roommates and the young man with a short-term position, they have all been given serious warnings, which will more or less affect future work assignments.

Song Fengchen was still satisfied with this result, just one yard into one yard, the big-character poster's matter was solved, and then it was time to count He Zibo's ungrateful and insulting predecessor.

…

"Song San!" He Zibo had a cracked canthus, raised his hand to sweep everything on the desk to the ground, listening to the crackling sound in his ear, he gritted his teeth, red eyes, raised his foot and kicked the desk to the ground: "Liu Wei!"

Of these two people, one was someone he could not wait for a thousand swords, and the other was a young man with a stubborn head. If the other party hadn’t vowed to tell him that he had seen Song Fengchen give Xu Shujian a gift with his own eyes, how could he have come up with such a bad idea to deal with Song Fengchen. .

Now it's alright, he has been recorded a big demerit, and his future is bleak. How high-spirited he was when he was just admitted to Beijing University, and how frustrated he is now.

If it weren't for Song San... if there wasn't Song San...

He Zibo picked up the chess box on the window sill and slammed it to the ground. Amidst the crackling sound, the chess piece fell to the ground.

All three of his roommates have moved out, giving him plenty of room to vent.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door in his ear. He struggled to suppress the resentment in his heart, raised his foot and walked over, opened the door to see, the corridor was empty and there was nothing.

He Zibo didn't think too much, closed the door, turned around to look, and was stunned.

I saw that the messy dormitory he had made was neat and tidy, as if nothing had happened just now.

He rubbed his eyes subconsciously and made no mistake. The chess box was placed on the windowsill intact, and all the objects on the desk were placed in order.

How can it be?

His pupils shrunk slightly, and then he remembered the empty corridor outside the door. It was only a short time before night. It should be a busy time. How could there be no one?

He Zibo breathed tightly and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He swallowed, shaking his hands, and opened the door of the room.

"Do you wash clothes?"

"Wash, leave me some hot water."

"Who will help bring the food tomorrow morning?"

…

People come and go in the hallway, it's so lively.

Illusion, what I saw before is really an illusion.

He Zibo's heart is loose.

He turned around, and what caught his eye was a small pawn. When he raised his head again, two pairs of suspended feet suddenly appeared in his field of vision.