Reborn in the 70s / Reborn in 1978

The little boy said, "Zhang Xingming, what the hell is it?"

Ya Jie said: "Estimates, 90.00% nine are love letters, the key now is to see who wrote it."

After entering junior high school, many students seem to be enlightened overnight. There have been several love letters in the class. The most interesting thing is that a certain boy wrote a letter to his deskmate, and handed it to others shyly during class. The teacher found out and confiscated it, and the world came to light, and it became a good story for the whole class, and the girl stopped talking to him since then, probably internally hurt.

As for sending love letters between classes, there are even more people. The timid ones ran to the side when they were practicing between classes, turned around and ran, and the bold ones ran to the door of the classroom to call for someone to give in person.

Of course, the most is to find someone to pass on from generation to generation.

Dachang said, "Liu Liping, didn't she give it to me?"

Xiancheng said in a soft voice from the side: "You pig, she wrote what she sent, so she just said it, what did she write? Besides, people are all social people, don't you understand?" ?”

Yajie put his hands on his glasses, leaned over and said in a low voice, "How do you know? Chat."

Liu Xiancheng raised his right hand and swung it down vigorously, saying: "What are you talking about with you little brats? I'll wait until you are weaned, oh."

Yajie went to pinch Liu Xiancheng's neck, and the two of them would tear it apart. Ling Yun and the others didn't pull it, but took the initiative to pick up the schoolbags of the two, and stood by the side and shouted: "Fuck, kill him, put your arms down, yes, yes!" , push hard. Oh, you bastard. Come on."

Yajie is tall, with long arms and long legs. Liu Xiancheng is much shorter, but he is fat, and the tonnage is there. Yajie is tall and has no flesh.

The two are here, the ground is full of snow anyway, so they are not afraid of falling, a circle of people gathered around to watch the fun, and Baoqiu ran back panting, holding the letter from the morning in his hand.

The little one had sharp eyes and said, "Baoqiu is back, hurry up and see what's written?"

Yajie grabbed Liu Xiancheng's neck and tried to throw him down, but he kept talking, "Who wrote it?"

Liu Xiancheng sank into his dantian, grabbed Yajie's clothes with both hands, and said, "Little kid, it's none of your business who writes it."

Dachang stretched out his hand: "Let me see, let me see."

Baoqiu pushed his hand away, shook the letter in his hand, and said in a tone of voice: "Comrades, students, next, let me read to you, this, this, unknown mysterious letter. Um, Don't make any noise, those two kids, what about you, let go and maintain the discipline of the venue."

Yajie and Liu Xiancheng let go of the hands they were holding each other, and began to rub their wrists and neck with their teeth bared. This will know the pain.

The little one said: "Recite quickly, don't wait silently."

Jiang Zexi said: "You have to read out the emotions, how did the teacher remember it? You have to understand the author's heartfelt feelings with emotion."

Jiang Zexi has a round head and a small stature. He is the only three youngest students in the class, Zhang Xingming and Qu Xiaodong.

Everyone calmed down and gathered around Baoqiu. Baoqiu was so proud, and slowly opened the heart-shaped letter paper in his hand happily.

At that time, it was more popular to write letters with stacked patterns, such as single heart, double heart, gemstone buckle, there are more patterns than now, because at that time it was still the era of handwritten letters, unlike now, a WeChat can connect the world.

Baoqiu cleared his throat, and began to read: "Hello, Zhang Xingming, you see the words like a face."

Now everyone laughed, the little ones squatted down, and even Hong Fei, who was as calm as water, laughed.

We are all in the same class, and we meet every day. Using such a sentence as the beginning of a letter is inexplicably funny.

Baoqiu frowned and looked at everyone and said, "Be quiet, be serious, what are you doing, is this the time to laugh?"

Then he held up the letter and continued to read: "Hello, Zhang Xingming, you see the words as you see them. Time flies. In a blink of an eye, we have been junior high school students for several months. Looking back on the time in primary school, it is really hard to look directly at the letter. ah."

"Hahaha"

"hey-hey"

"My god, oh my stomach, who wrote this? It's so funny."

"Don't make trouble, listen carefully." Bao Qiu reminded with a smile.

"Think about it, what we are about to face is a long three-year junior high school life, facing a sea of ​​books every day, facing all kinds of precepts and deeds from teachers, and going through exams and exams again and again, how monotonous it is. What a boring life."

"Ahahaha, haha, I can't do it anymore." The little one had already sat on the ground, trying to control it but couldn't. You know, it's very uncomfortable to really laugh out loud, with stomachache, body weakness, difficulty breathing, and Sore and sore.

"In these short two months, I have noticed you, and I have been watching you silently from behind. You are always so calm and calm in your studies, and you are not in a hurry to work. Your figure is always indispensable, and I am behind you, fascinated again and again."

"There are more than 400 students in our class, but we were assigned to the same class. I believe this is the fate brought to me by God."

"I believe in fate, and I believe in fate even more."

"I am a sentimental person, always because of fate, a person hides in bed at night and sighs alone, but I have no choice but to watch myself being abandoned by fate again and again, but this time, I Believe I have grasped fate's elbow and will not let him go from me again."

"Whenever I see my classmates living a beautiful and happy life with smiles and faces, I can't help but feel sad for my own fate. How I wish I could be as happy and happy every day as they are." Live every day."

"The long six years of elementary school have passed, and I think, my destiny will change, yes, I can believe this. So, I observe and search carefully every day, and then I see it among the endless classmates. Here you go."

"Zhang Xingming, let's be friends."

"Let us face the sea of ​​books and the sea of ​​questions together every day, and face the strict education of the teachers. I believe that we will be able to help and comfort each other, thrive together, become useful talents for the motherland, and contribute to the construction of the motherland."

"Zhang Xingming, I am writing this letter to you with anxiety. Please understand that I can't tell you face to face. I am not afraid. Since God has given us fate, I believe this is my destination. But, I still chose to write this letter, I want you to feel my sincere feelings between the lines."

"I came to be friends with you sincerely. I am a very emotional person. I have been with someone before, but please believe that when I found out that they were not my destiny, I immediately gave up. I will never miss it, I am such a girl with backbone."

"If you think we can be friends, grow together, care for each other, help each other, and be useful to the motherland together, that's what makes me so happy."

"The teacher is here, so I won't write any more and wait for your answer."

"I have been silently caring about your classmates."

Baoqiu took the letter and looked up and down, left and right, and even turned the back to look at it, then looked up at everyone with a bewildered expression.

Sitting on the ground, Xiao BuDian looked up at him and asked, "Is it over?"

Baoqiu kept flipping through the letter paper back and forth, saying, "It's over."

Yajie pushed his glasses and said, "What about the ending? Who wrote it?"

Baoqiu looked at the letter and said, "I have been silently caring about your classmate."

Dachang asked stupidly, "Who is it?"

The little guy got up from the ground, patted his butt, and said angrily: "You."

Jiang Zexi stretched his hand into the hat and scratched it, and said: "This is not a joke, the most exciting part is over, let's go, you are still standing and haha, don't you want to go home?"

Baoqiu flipped through the letter again, stuffed it into Zhang Xingming's hand, and said, "What is this?"

Zhang Xingming took the letter in his hand, flipped it a few times, folded it a few times, tore it a few times, then threw it into the snow on the side of the road, clapped his hands, and said, "Let's go, go home, it will be dark for a while. "

Chapter 310 Big Event (5)

In the morning, Zhang Xingming hadn't gotten up yet.

He has already changed the house according to his own ideas, but because it is winter now, the kitchen has a toilet and can't be started, so he just changed the two bedrooms and moved to the sunny house by himself.