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Chapter Four

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    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 alone.  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 thundering 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 another 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. I found out three students in your class who didn't wear red scarves during class exercises today." The female class leader was righteous.  As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of worship around him.

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

    "We only 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 1st, 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 an envelope to the teacher: "Teacher, the letter my mother told you."

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

    In this era, giving bribes is also spurned, and of course accepting bribes is still spurned.

    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. Her family bought several movie theaters, and she 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, old faces are fine.  No more, as long as the teacher treats his children well and gives them more small meals.

    After completing the task, Zhao Xuejun took the movie ticket happily, 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 50 cents, sold to peddlers for 85 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 50-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!"

    streetnbsp; 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,  Don't look at the fingerprints, it 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 dad beat him?" Gao Juzi asked his youngest son, his voice full of distress, his third son loves himself so much, he washes his socks, buys gauze towels, and even draws his eyebrows with a matchstick.

    "Huh!" Zhao Xuejun looked sad and 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: "Youyouyour brother is still young."

    "I'm still young, and I'm 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, so he 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, and you can bring it tonight."  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: "Old Zhao, cut a piece of meat tonight and ask Brother Wang to take the child and take the sister-in-law to her house. I'll get my head fixed first."

    Comrade Gao Juzi calmly left the mess and left, leaving behind an embarrassed husband and the father of the sufferer.

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

    "Well, ah! Oranges oranges are pretty good." Zhao Jianguo rubbed his nose embarrassedly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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