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Zhao Fengqiu has very beautiful long hair, jet black and shiny.This is what makes her most proud of the whole body.Of course she knew she was beautiful, because there were always many young boys courting her in the mill.

Often after get off work, it is already late at night after she has done all the things she should do.She has many things to do, including cooking the family's meals in different ways, mopping the floor, washing clothes, patiently signing her name on the homework of her elementary school daughter, and then putting her to sleep.

After that, she likes to squat in the yard with a basin of water and wash her hair with the light outside.The moonlight shone down, and her head was covered with black hair soaked in the water. Her ten fingers were not considered slender, and her nails were dyed a light water red with impatiens. She stroked her thick hair again and again.

Once Ji Jian came to deliver homework to Shao Youguang at night, he was a little stunned when he saw this scene, because his mother had already cut her hair to reach her ears, and few women in the textile factory had such long hair.

For some reason, he saw something different from such a scene, which didn't seem to be related to his current life.Ji Jian went home and tried his best to describe this scene in his diary, but in the end he only wrote two simple sentences. His hair was like running water, and so was time.

But what does this have to do with time?

He didn't know that as soon as he left, Zhao Fengqiu pulled out his hair with one hand, and splashed the water in the basin all over the yard with the other.She turned her head to Shao Youguang, who apparently memorized English words carelessly all night and still stopped at Abandon, and said angrily: "Don't log in, look at Ji Jian, what a child, you just memorized those few words all night, I can master it .”

Shao Youguang has long been accustomed to her unknown fire, and nodded in agreement, Ji Jian is good.

"All right, all right." Zhao Fengqiu was wiping her hair with a towel. She was sitting in front of a three-tiered chest of drawers with a mirror on it. She brushed her hair in front of the mirror, and by the light found a few white twigs. Lose.

Her figure is still in shape, and her heartless look seems to be not afraid of old age.

"Hurry up and go to bed with me, don't be annoying here, hey wait... Tell me," she brushed her hair together with her hands, and then shook it, "My hair is much prettier than Aunt Song who is opposite me Bar."

It was not once or twice that she made such a secret comparison. Shao Youguang just felt incomprehensible, and without turning his head back to his room, he slammed the door shut.

Every time he gets to this time, he feels that women are really difficult to guess. It is she who asks him to see him off every day, and she is also the one who is disgusted in every possible way.

But he didn't know that Zhao Fengqiu really couldn't find anyone to say these words. These should have been more like witty words for her man, but her man had died several years ago, and only one "said" was left. Cause of death——his worker outside said that he fell into the river and drowned after drinking alcohol on a rainy day.

In summer, the weather was hot, and Zhao Fengqiu turned into a handful of ashes without even seeing anyone.

So Zhao Fengqiu is actually a young widow, but she doesn't seem so sad, because her husband's death is not a big loss to the family.As long as Shao Youguang could remember, his father came back twice, once when he went home for medical treatment, and once when his sister was born eight months later.

Shao Youguang is rebellious, he looks at it from the perspective of an outsider, and feels that Zhao Fengqiu doesn't love her man much, even though she always has some beautiful fantasies like a little girl, saying that she married him because he had eyebrows and eyes that looked like her. James Dean's face.

But finally one day, when she was sorting out the expenses of the family, she couldn't help complaining: Why didn't this man die on the construction site, or in a traffic accident, at least some compensation was left, and it was so boring to just come and go .

Then she didn't speak for a long time, probably because she was taken aback by her own thoughts.

So Zhao Fengqiu never taught the two children to love their father.If she doesn't love herself, how can her child need to love.But just like Shao Youguang didn't know he was here, he would never be an outsider who left everything clean, Zhao Fengqiu loves beauty so much - she plants unknown crabapple flowers, she listens to unfashionable songs, she is vain, jealous With a strong heart, she even hummed the old-fashioned "Song of the Four Seasons" while working on the assembly line, and then longed for the ten-mile foreign market in her imagination.

The sky in Xiaocheng is a blinding leaf, she doesn't know what beauty is at all.

Is it beautiful to have long hair?The slogan in red letters on the white wall said, no, beauty is five stresses, four beauties and three loves, and beauty is not afraid of suffering or death to build a new society.

So in Shao Youguang's second senior year in high school, he finally owned a bicycle of his own.It's brand new, not the kind you find in a second-hand store that loses its chain every three days.

Zhao Fengqiu got it with the money from selling hair.

Zhao Fengqiu didn't tell Shao Youguang the reason, but he still heard gossip from neighbors in the neighborhood that a female worker with long hair had her braids twisted into the machine in the textile factory, and almost caused a bloody death.An order from the superior was passed down, requiring all female workers to have their hair no longer than their shoulders.

What can Zhao Fengqiu do? The family of three all point to this job.She knew the big picture and cut it the next day.It's not sad to watch.When the leaders of the factory saw her, they said yes, the cut was good.

So Zhao Fengqiu also felt good, her hair was of good quality and well-maintained, it was abundant and long, and it was rare, so she sold it for a good price.She bargained with the man for a long time, but finally she couldn't bear it anymore, and secretly hid a small bunch for herself.

Shao Youguang naturally didn't care about his mother's changes in beauty and ugliness. Zhao Fengqiu cut his long hair, and he had an extra car, so it was too late to be happy.

Zhao Fengqiu told him that you are short on time, so you should ride to school from now on.She wanted to shake her head as usual, and then suddenly realized that her hair was short, and she couldn't shake it like before. She paused in embarrassment, complaining in her mouth, it's cheap for you, a debt collector.

This car can be said to belong to Shao Youguang, or it can be said to belong to "theirs".Every morning and night, Shao Youguang put one leg on the ground and rang the car bell loudly.Shout: "Ji Jian, let's go!"

Ji Jian was finally able to lean on Shao Youguang's back through a thin layer of clothes openly and aboveboard. The action of boys hugging their waists was still too sensual.But ever since Shao Youguang got a car, he was always at the point where he read in the morning, as if he was not happy if he didn't look for some excitement.In fact, he got up quite early, he was just an older brother, he had to make a big detour to send Shao Zhenzhen to elementary school, and then turn back to look for Ji Jian.

The terrain on the way to school is not flat, there are many steep slopes.The car is the fastest when going downhill, he told Ji Jian, hurry up.Ji Jian put his arms around his waist.Swooping and gliding, the spring breeze blows head-on, full of bumps.

The car stumbled and drove forward, and Shao Youguang always shouted in a hurry before reaching the breakfast stall: "Grandma, two fried dough sticks and two hemp balls, pack them separately."

As soon as I rode to the front, I just picked it up and hung it on the handlebar, dropped a few coins and continued on.

"Hello." Ji Jian took off the earphones of the Walkman, and the English listening that was playing in rotation stopped, replaced by the whistling wind and the song Shao Youguang was humming.

When spring comes, the windows are full of green, and the eldest girl embroiders mandarin ducks under the windows.

I don't know where I learned it from.

He patted him on the back: "slow down, it won't be too late today."

Shao Youguang was really riding slowly. He looked back at Ji Jian, and handed Ji Jian a copy of the breakfast on the handlebar: "Then I'll drive slower, you eat first."

Ji Jian took it, slowly opened the plastic bag, took a bite out of the mochi ball, and called again: "Shao Youguang."

"What's wrong?" Shao Youguang looked back at him strangely.

Ji Jian chewed carefully a few times before saying, "Zhu Xiaohong likes you, you know that."

"She said she was embarrassed, let me ask you."

"Hi," Shao Youguang laughed, "it's a big deal, I thought you were going to say you like me with your embarrassing look."

"I..." Ji Jian paused, "Then what do you think of her?"

Shao Youguang didn't answer him directly, but only smiled to himself: "Ji Jian, don't embarrass yourself in the future, you really can't do matchmaking. Hey, if you have someone you like, remember to tell me, I'll help you find it. "

Ji Jian thought about the first line written on the front of his diary, and shook his head where Shao Youguang couldn't see.

"Okay, okay, don't keep talking about me, Zhu Xiaohong..."

"Zhu Xiaohong, Zhu Xiaohong, Zhu Xiaohong, she seems pretty pretty, isn't she." He came back and glanced narrowly at Ji Jian as he spoke.

Just a turn ahead is the school gate.The students going to school became crowded, and Zhu Xiaohong happened to be walking inside.He is of medium height, with an oval face, and his ponytail is thrown behind his head. He swayed when he walked, and looked very airy.

Shao Youguang deliberately called her name.

Zhu Xiaohong blushed, saw Shao Youguang and saw Ji Jian sitting behind, still greeted them openly, saying good morning.

She was in the same class as him, and she was one of the few outstanding girls in the school. She was good-looking, good in character and learning, and courageous.

Ji Jian knew that Zhu Xiaohong was not the only one who liked Shao Youguang. Not long after he came to this class, there were boys who liked to run to their table after class and asked Shao Youguang to play.Naturally, the girls also secretly looked at him from the corner of their eyes. He did have all the qualities that people at this age are obsessed with.Shao Youguang took the fact that Zhao Fengqiu told him that his father looked like James Dean to marry him as a joke to Ji Jian, but Ji Jian felt that it was not unreasonable, maybe it was heredity, some kind of relationship between Shao Youguang's eyebrows Things are also similar, like a kind of boredom and disdain for everything, although people always look at it with a pair of smiling eyes.

Zhu Xiaohong was the first to find Ji Jian here, and she specifically picked Ji Jian to stop him in the corridor when he was alone.Perhaps it was due to an intuition unique to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, she developed primitive hostility towards Ji Jian without knowing anything about it.

"Shao Youguang does not belong to me alone, and it is impossible to belong to me alone. He will have someone he likes, fall in love, get married and have children. Will I bless him at that time?" Ji Jian asked himself in his diary, He hated Shao Youguang's temperament of recruiting people wherever he went without knowing it.But he couldn't help but suspect that the fact that he fell in love with him also started with the fact that human beings are visual animals and sensory stimulation, rather than predestined.

"Then why should I look down on Zhu Xiaohong? Why should I think that what she likes about him is superficial? We are all the same, and she is much luckier."

On this morning, or from some unknown day, Zhu Xiaohong forcefully inserted into Shao Youguang's life, which was also Ji Jian's life.

After class, she sat down at the table in front of them and turned around to talk.

Her grades are also good, but she never asks Shao Youguang about her studies. Instead, she asks Ji Jian like an old mother, do you understand this question?

So Ji Jian was not willing to ask anymore, what about love, it's none of his business.

Zhu Xiaohong was lying on the table with her chin resting on her arm, looking at Shao Youguang: "Hey! Have you guys watched the latest episode of "Having Fun"? I watched it with my mother the other day and cried to death."

"I know," Shao Youguang shook the legs of the stool, and learned a classic line from Du Mei, vividly "You are not allowed to think she is good!"

Zhu Xiaohong patted the table and laughed: "It's too similar, Ji Jian, just say whether it looks like it or not."

"I haven't read it." Ji Jian was reading a book, he frowned and thought Zhu Xiaohong was noisy, so he didn't look up.

Shao Youguang stopped shaking, sat upright, and said, "Actually, I haven't watched it either, it's my mother who watches it every day. Only you girls like to watch this kind of love story."

"Bah, what do you know? You don't even know how handsome and charming dialect is."

"I don't know, I don't know," Shao Youguang smiled and turned his head to ask Ji Jian, "Mr. Ji, my mother will not be at home for several days. You come to my house on weekends to make up for me."

"You have been studying for two years, and I will make up for you when you get to the next round."

"Hey, don't mock me, I'm serious. My mother has gone to see my grandfather. She won't be here for several days. You can just sleep at my house at night."

Before Ji Jian could speak, Zhu Xiaohong said, "Add me, and I will go to your house to study with you on Saturday."

Seeing that Shao Youguang didn't speak, she rolled her eyes: "Don't worry, I won't sleep at your house."

The front seat just came back, Zhu Xiaohong bounced back to her seat, leaving a sentence, it's a deal, I'll bring you something good.

Who cares about your good things, Ji Jian stands up and wants to leave.

"What are you doing?" Shao Youguang grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.

"Go to the toilet." Ji Jian said to him angrily.

I want to say a few words, but if it exceeds 300 words, I can only write it here.

First of all, I want to say sorry, because I haven't been able to break where I want to break, so I haven't been able to post it.In fact, this is still not the case. Ideally, I would finish writing the memory part together this week, so that the reading will be smoother and more enjoyable.In fact, there will be more later, but let’s stop here for the time being, I feel that if I don’t post it, it really can’t be justified.Because in reality this week, I was always busy with DDL until two or three o'clock, and when I was writing in the second half of the night, I was sleepy and tired, and the things presented were always unsatisfactory.I think this story should not be presented in this state of desperation, it should be told eloquently, for me to write things is actually a lot of internal consumption, but I hope this kind of energy consumption is a kind of enjoyment rather than exhaustion and burden ww.Because the external consumption is too much recently, and I am also in the stage of adjusting my way of thinking and finding myself in my second professional study. In fact, this stage is quite painful. (The reason why I am posting this article now is that I have to go to class again after the 555 meeting)

It is actually a good thing for me that the list task is not completed. I can finally write things easily without caring about traffic and data. This kind of lack of expectation will be more pure.I won’t stop updating. In fact, I haven’t been writing for a long time, that is, since June this year, but today I really feel uncomfortable not writing something every day.I love this story very much, and I hope it can show my ideal appearance. To be a little selfish, I feel sorry for the two protagonists more than I feel sorry for everyone's likes and expectations.

Of course, thank you for every like, comment, and starfish. Every time I see the real thing, it is a very shining moment in my life, super happy.

When I turned around, it was dawn!bow~

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