Rebirth Night Talk

Zhao Xuejun took the Chinese textbook and flipped through the text on it.After the second class every day, the school will find some students who can read clearly, speak Mandarin, and learn well in the broadcasting room to read the text to the whole school.In the eyes of the students, this is the honor of being a master of the school and being a master.

The whole family of the old Zhao family speaks the local dialect, and there is no Mandarin environment around, but the third son of the Zhao family speaks a mouthful of standard Mandarin very strangely. In the words of his mother Gao Juzi, it is: those little white teeth, With one mouth, all the accents spoken by the actors in the Shanghai Film Studio are the old standard.The third of us will act in movies and speak Mandarin in the future.

Mixed among a group of ignorant girls wearing floret gowns, Zhao Xuejun was awkward and lonely.In this era, the boundaries between men and women are very sharp. Even if this is the second grade of elementary school, boys do not talk to girls.

Zhao Xuewen stood alone on the edge of the corridor, feeling tired for a while, and the conversations of the girls around him kept ringing in his ears from time to time.

"Ma Guihua, why are you bumping into me?" The female squad leader in the class stared at the little girl in the other class with a pair of beautiful eyebrows.

"I didn't mean it." The little girl apologized for a while.

"As soon as you came here, I could see it. You seemed to have sinister intentions. You did it on purpose. Today, I found out three students in your class who didn't wear red scarves."As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of worship around him.

"Oh, Peng Juan, you sound like it!"

"We just learned this word yesterday..."

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Zhao Xuejun clutched his forehead and bumped against the wall lightly, wanting to die.

After reading the text, teacher Qiao touched the head of his student affectionately, and said to Zhao Xuejun: "Zhao Xuejun, the school has a party on June [-]st, and I ask you to host the show with Peng Juan from our class. The teacher has written the host speech well." Yes, take it and recite it."

With envious eyes, Zhao Xuejun took the letter paper that the teacher handed him, carefully put it in his schoolbag, and took out another envelope to the teacher: "Teacher, my mother told you the letter."

Teacher Qiao opened the envelope suspiciously, and seeing a few movie tickets inside, her face was overjoyed, and she put it in her pocket calmly and said, "Well, teacher, go back and watch."

In this era, bribery is also cast aside, and of course bribery is still cast aside.

Gao Juzi's mother worked in the city trade union. At that time, the trade union had great power, and the four movie theaters in the city were all assisted by the union.Zhao Xuejun asked for the movie tickets from his mother, and the top name was: Mom, the school teacher said that he couldn’t buy movie tickets for Shaolin Temple, so he asked you to buy two, here!This is the money given by the teacher.

Ask the teacher for movie tickets?As a parent, Gao Juzi would not do this. She bought a few movies in a movie theater, and insisted on getting more than 30 tickets for her son. The three children in the family are all in the primary and junior high schools of this school. For the sake of the children, the old face can be discarded Yes, as long as the teacher treats his children well, he will give them more small meals.

After completing the task, Zhao Xuejun happily took the movie ticket, went to the entrance of the movie theater and gave it to the peddler who sold melon seeds at the door. He sold it one by one, and got ten yuan.Tickets for Shaolin Temple are [-] cents, sold to peddlers for [-] cents.The entrance of the cinema in this era can be described as bustling and overcrowded. It is a part of life for the whole family to watch movies on Sundays.Of course, there are no scalpers in this era, and even if there were, it started with Zhao Xuejun, a poor boy.

Ten-year-old Zhao Xuejun, with his schoolbag on his back, took a [-]-cent rickshaw home. In his memory, there was no such situation today. The cool wind was blowing at the end of May, and there was a jingle of bicycle bells around him. The police uncle in the mouth is wearing a white police uniform, dancing around with a red and white stick, and the catkins in May are flying slowly in the sky, falling, flying, and rolling into a ball.Wearing a flowered shirt and a small military uniform, the little boy was standing by the curb, rolling hoops, jumping on the plaid, and jumping on rubber bands.

Every day is for nothing, and Zhao Xuejun who is touched every day wants to cry.How could he forget that each of these pictures in his life was as beautiful as a picture, how could he forget them so carelessly in his previous life?

Not far from the family courtyard, Zhao Xuejun got off the tricycle. Under the strange eyes of the tricycle driver, he found fifty cents from a large roll of banknotes and handed it to him.My father got off work early, so he rented a copy of "Railway Guerrilla" for two cents at the villain's bookstall to read. There were a lot of villainy books at home, but he sat on the little bench by the side of the road and read that book. Another taste.

"Ah! Grab him, fly my hat, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

There was a young boy's cry on the street, the voice was very familiar, Zhao's crying bag, Zhao Xuebing.This pig loves beauty.Yesterday, my father just asked for a brand new military cap from his comrades in arms. Because of this, Zhao Xuewen and Zhao Xuejun had a fight. One day, Boss Zhao didn't expect the new hat to be put on, and he was thrown away.

The flying hat is a product of the same era as twisting the bicycle bell cover and pulling out the bicycle valve core from the late 70s to the early 80s.At that time, there were often some bad boys on the street, riding a bicycle with a person wearing a military cap and speeding past him, and took off the other's hat in an instant. This behavior is referred to as: flying hat.

Zhao Laoer cried and yelled for a while, flying his schoolbag, and quickly chased a bicycle.If the hat is lost, Boss Zhao will definitely kill him, and after killing him, he will definitely be buried in a random grave in the suburbs.He was crying and chasing after the two poor boys on bicycles in front of him, and those two scoundrels, as if playing with him, went fast for a while, and slowed down for a while. Front.At this time, the adults and children who were watching the excitement on the side of the road suddenly jumped up from the side of the road when they saw a boy who was not tall, and calmly raised a thick wooden bench to face the older boy who was riding a bicycle. There was a "pop!" on the back of the head.

The bicycle staggered and fell to the side of the road. Zhao Xuebing watched his younger brother take a step forward, straddling the young man with his hat on and sitting in the back seat of the car, and raised the bench to hit him a few more times.

"Tell you to fly my brother's hat! Tell you to fly my brother's hat!"

"San'er, run, you killed someone!" Zhao Xuebing's legs were so frightened that his legs went limp. He looked at the cyclist lying on the ground, with blood dripping from the back of his head.At this time, the adults who were watching the excitement on the side of the road also came over, hurriedly opened up the fight, and some of them yelled at Zhao Xuejun: "You child, you are so cruel, send it to the hospital."

This era is still a warm and humane era, and no one is afraid to trouble the upper body.

"Fly my brother's hat, you tell him to fly another try!" San'er widened his eyes, and replied unconvinced, his eyes were as bright as a wolf's, and the adults were afraid for a while, this place is not far from the family courtyard Many people know the children of Lao Zhao's family.

"Still crying, go find your dad!" The neighbor uncle who happened to be off work kicked Zhao Xuebing's buttocks, bent down to pick up the boy on the bicycle and ran to the hospital.As for Zhao's Xiaosan, a person of justice leads him by the collar of the back of his neck.Dragging and following the brigade to the city hospital.

Gao Juzi, who received the letter, was having his hair permed at the barber shop.Her perm is the most popular cold perm, and the style is chosen like that of a movie actor.Only halfway through the test, someone from the unit rushed in and told her that Zhao Xiaosan'er had beaten someone to death, and that person was being rescued in the hospital.

Gao Juzi stumbled all the way with half of her head covered in perm curls, and fell three times on her bicycle. When she ran to the hospital, outside the emergency room, Zhao Jianguo was talking to a middle-aged man in military uniform. Seeing her like this, Zhao Jianguo quickly comforted him: "Don't worry, don't worry, it's okay, the doctor said that there is a skin trauma, and he is giving Wang Xi stitches."

Gao Juzi's legs gave way, he threw away the bicycle to take a few breaths, grabbed her husband by the collar and asked her husband out of breath.

"Not killed?!"

"……No."

"San'er... Where is our San'er?!"

Zhao Jianguo suddenly became distraught, and pointed to the side of the flower pond in the hospital. Gao Juzi turned his head to look.Zhao Xuejun, Zhao Xuebing was squatting on horseback, holding his schoolbag, and was being punished there with a depressed face.

"This kid, why is he so squeaky? Fortunately, it's okay. Tell me, why is he so courageous, he dared to hit someone's head with a bench..." Zhao Jianguo scolded his wife, and the middle-aged man in military uniform beside him Also comforted.

"It's okay, it's okay, the children are playing around. Wang Xi's bastard can't do it if he doesn't cause trouble for a day. I am so goddamn, I follow my ass every day to apologize to others, and wipe his ass. If you want me to say, you deserve it! You deserve it! Why not Kill him! I'll be relieved if I kill him!"

Gao Juzi took a break, took off the shoes on his feet, and jumped over holding them up: "Zhao Xuebing! You're going to scare your mother to death!"

Zhao Xuebing raised his head with a look of surprise, but before he could react, his mother's leather shoes had already been printed on his buttocks, which made him jump up and down!

Zhao's second son was wronged, he couldn't be more wronged, he pointed to Zhao Xiaosan who was squatting on the side of the horse and said loudly: "I didn't beat him, my brother did it!"

"Nonsense, your brother is so timid, it must be your idea!" Gao Juzi didn't believe it at all, and continued to beat him!

"It's really him, you ask my dad!" Zhao's second child was even more angry, feeling wronged.Tears flowed out like not wanting money.

Gao Juzi threw the leather shoes on the ground, put them on, walked up to San'er, stretched out his hand, and propped up his son's chin. Oh, this little face, one left and one right, two Wuzhi Mountains were burned on it, no need to look at it The fingerprints must be Zhao Jianguo's two furry hands!Look, there is still a ball of toilet paper stuffed in this nose, it looks like a nosebleed.

"Your father beat him?" Gao Juzi asked his youngest son, his voice was full of distress, his third son loved him so much, he washed his socks, bought gauze scarves, and even painted his eyebrows with a matchstick.

"Huh!" Zhao Xuejun looked sad, very wronged.

"Yes!" Gao Juzi was so distressed that he stretched out his finger and tapped his son's forehead.

Zhao's second son suddenly felt aggrieved: "That's just... that's it?! Mom! You're biased!"

Gao Juzi coughed twice and rubbed his son's face: "You...you...your brother is still young."

"You're still young, and you're still young to hit people with such a big bench!" Zhao Lao Er gestured at the bench, probably feeling that the bench wasn't big enough, and then compared the bench to a round table.

"Mom, are you perming your head?" Zhao Xuejun asked himself.

"Yes." Gao Juzi replied absent-mindedly.

"Like Cong Shan, like the pictorial I gave you?!"

"Yes, how do you know?" Gao Juzi asked her son.

The son pointed to the curly hair on the mother's head, Gao Juzi touched it subconsciously, then screamed, turned around and walked to Zhao Jianguo to pick up the bicycle: "Old Zhao, I'll go and perm the hair, you can take it with you at night." This...brother...what is your last name?"

Gao Juzi, who has been with the army, is not afraid of the soldiers. When he sees the elderly, he calls him brother.

"Cough... Wang." The middle-aged man coughed and said his last name with a smile.

Gao Juzi got on the bicycle, turned her head and told her husband: "Lao Zhao, cut a piece of meat tonight and ask Brother Wang to take the child and take his sister-in-law to her house. I'll fix my head first."

Comrade Gao Juzi calmly left the mess and left, leaving behind an embarrassing husband and father.

Old Wang coughed a few times and said, "Siblings... very interesting."

"Well, ah! Oranges... oranges are pretty good." Zhao Jianguo rubbed his nose in embarrassment.