A Rural Life in the 70s

For this over-enthusiastic classmate, Xiaoqiu is somewhat speechless - you said that it was washed, burnt, very clean, and whether you have considered other people's psychology. Acceptability.

Xiaoqiu always feels that the cup of drinking water is a very personal thing. Unless it is especially close to people, it is unacceptable for ordinary classmates and friends to use it, let alone a stranger who does not know at all!

She would like to ask: Classmate, do you have a conscious self-consciousness as a medical student? !

However, in the eyes of the public, she obviously cannot do this.

In the face of the hard-working classmates, she still had to smile and thank the guests, then said: "This classmate misunderstood, I just help a classmate to smash a bowl of soy milk, you don't need your cup, thank you."

Just right, the master in the window has already made the soy milk, and it is actually an aluminum kettle.

Xiaoqiu immediately smiled and thanked the master. He paid the ticket and turned around, but almost hit the boy who sent the cup.

This one has not sent the cup, and instead of reaching out to pick up the kettle in Xiaoqiu’s hand, he smiled and said: "How big is the two pots, how can you move it, I will send it back for you!"

Xiaoqiu was unprepared, and the pot on her hand had been picked up by the other party. At this time, she grabbed it again... She looked up and swept around. Sure enough, the boy’s behavior has successfully attracted the attention of many students. Several boys have begun to whistle and blame, and the girls are mostly excited. They gather together in groups to whisper... Xiaoqiu does not have to know that the eyes of the girls who are flashing must be their own goals. And send cup boys.

I don't want more people to watch the fun, Xiaoqiu chose the default: "Thank you!"

The one who saw Xiaoqiu agreed to help himself. A face that was originally a good-looking face was a rotten chrysanthemum, and forced Xiaoqiu to turn his eyes... She couldn’t understand, this classmate said long The hurry, how is the young man in his twenties, can you laugh at this face?

But this one has no self-knowledge, and went to Xiaoqiu to make up and piled up a smile: "Xiaoqiu students can't remember me?"

Xiaoqiu took a step to the side and smirked and nodded. "That, I don't remember people."

"Haha, nothing, nothing... the beautiful girl is proud of the right!" The self-righteous stunned, laughing and smugly licking Xiaoqiu, but did not get any reaction, the smile on his face was a moment of stiffness Then I restarted a smile and said: "You just came to report, that is what I received... I officially introduced myself, Ling Chusheng, who is one level higher than you, and is also clinical."

"It turned out to be a brother of Chu, disrespectful and disrespectful!" Xiaoqiu smiled and looked at the restaurant. After crossing the street, she was living in the dormitory. She didn't want to let her go back to the dormitory, so she stopped. "Thank you for helping me, Master Chu, I will be there soon, and I will not delay my brother's dinner."

"Hey, it’s all called brothers, and I am still polite with me..." Ling Chusheng did not plan to return the soy milk pot. When he spoke, he continued to move forward.

At this moment, a call is like a melody: "Little Autumn!"

“Hey!” Xiaoqiu’s surprise came from a face, and he agreed to cringely. He turned to the Qin dynasty who was riding a bicycle and said, “You finally came, just right, I can’t take two pots of soy milk. I got this brother to delay eating."

The meaning of the words is obvious, and I have a helper. The excuse of Ling Chusheng is no longer established.

Qin Biao's brow slightly picked, his eyes turned to Ling Chusheng, his face raised a smile, pressed the bottom of the eye, the darkness was unknown, the bicycle stopped, two or three steps came to Ling Chusheng, extended his right hand: "Thank you for your help. !"

Although Ling Chusheng mixed up in the student union for two years, he was not familiar with these etiquettes in the society. When he looked at Qin Yu’s hand, he did not immediately react, but subconsciously rubbed his hand on his trousers...

That is to say, he hesitated, Qin Hao has already picked up the soy milk pot in his hand, and smiled again: "Brother, have time to go to Qingda, we drink together!"

After turning around and returning to Xiaoqiu, he pushed the bicycle again and the two walked side by side.

Ling Chusheng’s hand has been extended for a while, but it was completely ignored by Qin. What made him most uncomfortable was that since he saw this, Xiaoqiu’s eyes seemed to be only this person. He didn’t even look at him and didn’t say hello.

"The great talent of the Qing Dynasty... Oh!" Staring at the back of Qin Yu and Xiao Qiu for a long time, until two people bypassed a row of boxwood trees and could not see it, it seemed like a sigh of unwillingness to hold a fist, holding a fist Turned around, but did not go back to the restaurant, but went outside the school.

The burnt wheat and fried triangles in one place are all home-made, and the taste is naturally excellent. When Xiaoqiu opened the lunch box, he squeezed a fried triangle to eat, but did not rush to bite. Instead, he used a toothpick with a toothpick to poke a hole in the corner of the fried triangle.

This fried triangle is similar to the soup bag. The filling is rich in juice. If it is eaten in the store, the fried triangle that has just come out of the pot will bite and lose its mouth. It is likely that the juice of the filling will splash out and become dirty. Clothes are trivial and may be burnt. Therefore, when the waiter in the store puts the fried triangle on the table, he will always be reminded.

As for the fried triangle brought back, after a period of time, the temperature of the filling in the fried triangle dropped, and then the clothes were smeared at the top, but it was unlikely to be burnt.

"Oh, this is the taste!" Xiaoqiu bite a fried triangle, while chewing and admiring.

He provoked Qin Xiao’s laughter: “This fried triangle is full of Beijing, but it’s not a taste, it’s not a thing!”

Xiao Qiuqi smiled and stuffed the last fried triangle into his mouth. He pointed to the fruit plate on the table and let Qin Qi eat it. While speeding up the food in his mouth, he smiled and said: "All in one place, The only thing, Qianlong, who had said it hundreds of years ago, said it!"

"You, let's talk about it later, you have to say this for a few years, and you have already been defeated!" Qin Xiao said with a smile, and licked a strawberry into his mouth, but did not move the rarer cherry.

He had already seen cherries in the ward of Wu Ge, and now he sees it and has no interest in tasting.