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Chapter Seventeen Secret Date (3)

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    "Have you participated in the proletarian revolution?" Lulu raised her hands as if waving a big stick, and said, "Your work of smashing and looting?"

    In front of Lulu, Gong Xiaojun preferred to appear as a good person. He quickly shook his head and said, "It's not about smashing and looting, it's about smashing and looting. Don't you say I look like a good person? I'm the target of a dictatorship.  "

    At this moment, Lulu seemed to think of something, picked up the songbook from the table, and said, "Sing a revolutionary song, it's funny, didn't you all look crazy at that time?"

    Were we crazy then?  Gong Xiaojun didn't think so, everyone would be like that in that era, including those born in the 1980s and 1990s.  At this time, he remembered the huge Chairman Mao badge at home, and recalled the scenes of that time. He was very strange. He wanted to forget that time, but now it became clearer and clearer, and sometimes he still had a very clear memory.  cordial feeling.  Whenever he thinks about that time, he always says to himself, why am I like this now?

    "See if there is a song <Wishing Chairman Mao Longevity and Boundless Life>?" Gong Xiaojun said with interest.

    Lulu found the song after turning the songbook to the last page.  She filled out the song list for Gong Xiaojun and sent it to the singing stage in person.

    "I wish you a successful performance." Looking at Gong Xiaojun walking onto the stage step by step, Lulu said.

    Gong Xiaojun on the stage was a little nervous. It was the first time for him to stand on the singing stage. Looking at the people in the audience, he recalled the scene when he was a slogan caller in Liuzhuang Hongqi People's Commune.  It has been more than twenty years, he thought, why is it like yesterday after twenty years?

    The music started, and the familiar prelude brought his thoughts to the sacred bean field in Liuzhuang. He seemed to see the statue of Chairman Mao on the field. Chairman Mao smiled and raised his head full of wisdom.  With one hand behind his back, the other held high:

    You young people, like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, hope is pinned on you

    After the prelude, Gong Xiaojun didn't look at the TV screen in front of him. He can still recite this lyrics backwards.

    Dear Chairman Mao

    You are the red sun in our hearts

    How many intimate words do we have to tell you

    How many passionate songs do we want to sing to you

    ? ? ? ? Tens of thousands of red hearts are facing Beijing

    Thousands of smiling faces greet the red sun

    ? ? ? I wish Chairman Mao a long and boundless life

    Gong Xiaojun sang hoarsely, and he found tears rolling in his eyes.  I was born in New China and grew up under the red flag. I pursued and struggled. I wanted to turn myself into a person with revolutionary ideals. Who broke this beautiful dream?

    "You sing very infatuatedly. I said you are lunatics, right? I said you are smashers, right? You miss that period of life, right? Forgetting the past means betrayal, isn't Chairman Mao right?  " Lulu said, pulling Gong Xiaojun's left hand after singing and returning to his seat.

    Gong Xiaojun put his right hand on Lulu's and said, "Forgetting the past means betrayal, as Lenin said."

    "Lenin? Who is Lenin?" It was the first time Lulu heard that there was a person named Lenin in the world.

    "The leader of the Soviet people." Gong Xiaojun said, "Of course it is not called the Soviet Union anymore."

    "Let me ask you, if you think of your dead relatives at this time, will you shed tears?" Lu Lu looked at Gong Xiaojun's teary eyes and asked.

    Gong Xiaojun suddenly discovered that he had asked himself this question before, thinking of his father who died in the "****" and his mother who just died, he would not shed tears.  why is that?

    Gong Xiaojun raised his right hand, wiped his wet eyes embarrassingly, and said, "You don't understand, you are not from the same era."

    "Here we go again." Lulu glanced at the evening paper on the table and said, "Are you a reporter from the evening paper?"

    Just at this moment, the bp machine in Lulu's satchel rang. She took out the bp machine and looked at it, then put it back into the satchel.

    As mentioned above, people who used mobile phones in that era were still rare, and even pagers called bb machines were only owned by high-income people like Jing.

    Gong Xiaojun raised his wrist to look at his watch, it was almost 12 o'clock, and then he remembered the purpose of his coming here tonight, but the girl named Jing never showed up.  However, he thought, tonight should be a worthwhile trip.

    "It's getting late, I'm leaving." Gong Xiaojun patted Lulu on the shoulder, looked at her who also wanted to leave immediately, and said, "Besides paying the bill, how much tip do you want?"

    Lulu pretended to be angry and said, "Brother, you are scolding me. I won't accept tips tonight. I'm sorry."??Is it not enough to serve the people?  You look quite educated, have you been to college, haven't you?  I find it interesting to be with someone like you.  "

    Gong Xiaojun smiled at Lulu, thinking, that bastard Jing should go to hell.  He called the waiter, paid a service fee of 500 yuan, and said to Lulu, "Thank you then, goodbye."

    Lulu put on a look of reluctance, tightly held Gong Xiaojun's arm, and said, "If you don't leave an address, how can we see you again?"

    Although Gong Xiaojun had a good time tonight, but with the experience of the accident last time, he thinks it's better to have less contact with this kind of lady.

    "I'll just leave a paging number." Gong Xiaojun sat down on the sofa again seriously, picked up a pen, wrote a nonsense number, and handed it to Lulu.

    Lulu took Gong Xiaojun's note, wrote a paging number and handed it to Gong Xiaojun, saying, "We will meet again."

    Gong Xiaojun glanced at Lulu's paging number and was about to leave, but he didn't. He found that her paging number was the same as Jing's.

    "Are you Jing?" After all, Gong Xiaojun is not a very stupid person, he immediately realized that this "Lulu" was the Jing he was waiting for.

    "Sometimes smart men are the stupidest, especially in front of young ladies." False Lulu Zhenjing said, "Goodbye, I am Mr. Gong Xiaojun who is a good man."

    Gong Xiaojun grabbed Jing who was about to leave, and said, "Don't leave, I have something to say."

    Jing's bp machine rang again at this time, she looked at her satchel, took Gong Xiaojun's hand away, and said, "I'm leaving, I'll look for you again."

    Gong Xiaojun had to tell the truth: "The paging number I gave you just now is fake."

    Jing was stunned for a moment, and said: "Okay, I lied to you all night, and you lied to me once, we are even now, you can call me again."

    Gong Xiaojun sat down in front of the coffee table again, picked up a pen, wrote down his real paging number, and handed it to Jing.

    Jing took the note and glanced at it. While putting this note into her satchel, she took out the original one, crumpled it up and threw it into the ashtray.

    "Now we can really see each other again." After Jing said, she turned and left.

    "But, Wang Long asked me" Gong Xiaojun said.

    Jing, who had already walked to the door, turned her head and said with displeasure: "Please don't mention him. It has nothing to do with him. When you call me, please add 168 after the phone number."

    168?  All the way?  Gong Xiaojun spit out bad breath, and said alone, send your mother's legs!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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