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Before I was eight years old, my family lived in Dingpu Garden in Shanghai.The newspapers at that time wrote typefaces about various incidents, and were thrown at people by street newsboys in the downtown area.Once I was waiting for my family’s rickshaw at the school gate, watching the papers flipping open and closed in mid-air on the side of the street, my heart started to play, and I yelled at the newsboy who was closest to me, and he rushed over.The newsboy could no longer be called a boy, but he could be ten years older than me from his face and figure. He wore a top hat, a bamboo shirt, gray trousers, and the cuffs were pleated. He was neater than many newspaper sellers.

I put my hand into my pocket, trying to imitate the adults and give him a penny, but the copper coins I saved yesterday are not in my pocket, it must be because Chen Ma went to fix my clothes for me.Thinking of this, I was angry and anxious, and I was so embarrassed that I didn't know what to do.The newspaper boy just gave me a newspaper.The kid just couldn't hide his thoughts, I was taken aback, and finally smiled at him, and he also looked at me with bent eyes: "Miss, take a good look." I nodded in agreement, his smile deepened, and he looked at me politely. I say thank you.This newspaper boy was indeed more polite than many boys in the school. I immediately felt good about him and asked him, "Have you been selling newspapers around here?"

I still wanted to talk to him a few more words, but I saw Chen Ma coming in a rickshaw from a distance, and I was annoyed that it was too unfortunate.I had no choice but to stomp my feet and asked anxiously, "Will I see you again?" He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Mama Chen's car was very close, and she opened her voice and shouted, "Second Miss! Come here!" After all, I was afraid of Mama Chen, so I hurriedly shouted "Come here, come here", and trotted over.

The car stopped right in front of me, and Mama Chen helped me out of the car, holding me up and holding me up.In fact, I can climb into the car myself, but Chen Ma will always scold me when she sees me.Mama Chen's hugging technique is not good, her arms are in the armpits, and I can't breathe easily.After hugging and hugging, she also brushed off her sleeves and pant legs, and let out a sigh of relief: "Second Miss is tall and old." Usually I always want to bicker with her, but today I don't have the intention.Turning around and pawing at the back of the rickshaw, I saw the newsboy standing there waving at me, with a stack of newspapers on his other arm, and the wind made a rustling sound.I don't know if it's an illusion, but I seem to see him nodding to me.

Chen Ma sat beside me, her slightly fat body squeezed me, she wiped her sweat and looked back: "Who were you talking to just now?"Chen's mother glanced at it, and breathed out her nostrils: "It's amazing! I'll talk to my wife later, and carefully dismantle the Baidang when I grow up." I asked, "What dismantles the Baidang?" She didn't tell me, she just said yes The most bad people, the girls, stay away from them.I was too lazy to take care of it. I was full of thoughts that the newsboy asked me to read the number carefully, so I shook the newspaper in my hand and squinted to read the words. "Northern territory...what?...The country is ruined, how can Pian'an be snowed?" Chen Ma came over, but I knew she didn't know a lot of Chinese characters, so I didn't ask her.But she yelled: "Is the word at the beginning of it Bei? Second Miss, you have studied, help me see if you are talking about my hometown?"

Chen Ma is from the Guan.When the Japanese occupied the Northeast, Chen's mother happened to go south to visit relatives and ask for a living one month before the accident.Her husband was a sentinel in the Guannei camp, and when the two sides opened fire, it was unclear whether it was dead or alive.My mother always told me not to be old-fashioned, Chen Ma, she was also very pitiful.I looked at Mama Chen's earnest expression, even though I squeezed my temples again and again, there were still streaks of silvery white, and I felt a little sad: "I'm sorry, Mama Chen, I can't recognize it completely." Mama Chen regretted, "Ah "He said, but patted my hand in relief: "You are welcome, Second Miss, women don't need to know so many words. Go ask the eldest lady later, and then talk to me?"

When I heard my sister, my face fell down.Chen Ma persuaded: "Don't look at the eldest daughter Cheng Ri's family...but she is her own sister after all, and if she doesn't say anything, she still loves you in her heart." My sister Xin Caijie is always cold on weekdays.She was ten years older than me, and she was too lazy to coax me to play, so the two of us had nothing to say.I squinted my mouth and thought for a while, and suddenly a flash of inspiration: "Yes, I can't ask my sister, I will ask my sister Qiao!" Chen's mother laughed when she heard that: "A little heartless, his elbows are all turned out. You should be happy to give you to the next door as a girl someday?"

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The first article in Changpei (ヮ)

Under the background of the Republic of China, Gentle Kunsheng×Missy’s beautiful blood abuse story. The eldest sister’s sister No.1 said that the perspective is slow in the early stage and the later stage is accelerated. I hope you like it (′ω)