Wearing books about young educated youth in the 70s

The two found a place that was a shed where things were piled during the day, so they could watch and touch the snowflakes, but they would not be covered in snow. Xu Xiaoyu's hand was pulled by his palm and put into his pocket.

The two moved very close, and she simply leaned against him, feeling Cheng Zhou's stiff body and smiled.

"We can find a partner for Zhou Zhiqing."

"……what?"

"Doesn't he despise us? I just want to see what he will be like after he talks about a partner. Maybe he is not as good as the two of us."

Cheng Zhou's head was a little confused. He didn't expect the topic to jump so fast, but he quickly reacted and replied.

"Yi An? It shouldn't be possible for him to find a partner on his own. His parents arranged a marriage partner for him when he was a child. When I go back next year, he will also go back, and he may get married directly by then."

This news was quite shocking. Xu Xiaoyu really didn't expect it to come out. It took him a while to digest it. Then he thought of something again and looked at Cheng Zhou suspiciously.

"Didn't you say before that Zhou Zhiqing has a secret crush? This time there is another fiancée?"

Cheng Zhou didn't panic at all and nodded.

"The object of his secret love is his fiancée. Otherwise, with Zhou Yi'an's character, he would never compromise on getting married. The only possibility is that he is happy with it, but he may not admit it."

This is true. I really didn’t expect that Zhou Yian’s playful and smiling appearance could be so dedicated in his heart. They were married on the fingertips. Maybe the two of them grew up together. Isn’t this pair a standard match for sweet stories of the era? It’s quite easy to get along. of.

She gossips a lot.

"You're already your fiancée, why are you talking about secret love? Since they are getting married on the fingertips, they should also belong to your compound, right? Please describe to me how they usually get along..."

For the first time, Cheng Zhou felt helpless. Looking at her bright eyes, he did not refuse and recalled it.

"She's not from our compound, she's the daughter of a comrade on his parents' side. When Zhou Yi'an was about to be born, the two families accidentally met each other in the hospital. After talking about it, we found out that some fate made them a baby."

"There was some accident at his fiancée's family, and in the end he was left with an only daughter who was raised by relatives. That girl and Zhou Yian met several times when they were young. At that time, Zhou Yian was quite resistant. Later, she came to City A when she was in her teens. We met again during a family visit, and the boy stopped talking, which can be regarded as a secret love.”

Xu Xiaoyu really laughed out loud. After eating the melon, she stopped asking about Zhou Yi'an. She and Cheng Zhou said some useless words before parting ways.

She suddenly hugged Cheng Zhou tightly, wished him a happy new year in advance, and then ran away.

Yes, she just imagined spending New Year's Eve with her partner like a modern girl. Although it was not yet 12 o'clock in the evening, it would be fun to meet and chat on New Year's Eve.

By the way, she also wanted to have a date with Cheng Zhou on the last day of 76.

January 1977, 1, New Year's Day.

There are still no activities in the village, so people still do what they should do. Although it is a rest day, the village primary school still holds a New Year's Day party. Parents who have free time also go to join in and watch the excitement, not to mention the educated youth, who have already moved stools to use. Fold the newspaper into corners and pocket a handful of melon seeds.

I'm not really looking forward to little brats' performances. Girls and boys are wriggling around on the stage with their faces painted like monkey butts. What's so interesting about that?Just bored and watching the excitement.

Finally, the children's performance was over. The principal saw that there were many educated youths watching, and he had plenty of time. Since he had a sudden idea to let the educated youths perform on the spot, since the venue was already set up, it was better to make everyone happy.

This is what some people like. The educated youths were very excited when they heard this. Even though they have been in the countryside for so long, they still have a high self-esteem and always feel that they are different from the mud-legged people in the countryside.

The fundamental reason is that they are well-informed and well-educated people from big cities, but they have no choice but to have no place to perform. Now the opportunity has come.

So some of the more outgoing educated youths of both sexes straightened their clothes and put their hair on the stage, and the crowd below also cheered and cheered.

Xu Xiaoyu watched several performances in a row and found that some educated youths did have something special. They either danced folk dances or recited poems. There was even a female educated youth who usually kept silent and sang a Russian song. Her passionate voice moved the whole audience. The atmosphere of the venue.

They are all talented people, but she is usually blind.

Even Yang Wanwan and Tang Lianxia went up and danced a simple dance, which made Xu Xiaoyu try hard to recall whether the original owner had any talents. In the end, he recalled that the original owner didn't persist in learning anything when he was a child, so he didn't know anything.

Not to mention herself, it would be difficult for her to walk any distance.

The more Xu Xiaoyu looked at it, the more uncomfortable she felt. Before she could sigh, she saw all the female educated youths going up. She felt a bad premonition in her heart and quietly folded up the stool and put the melon seeds away. She was just about to leave secretly.

Yang Wanwan's surprised and loud voice sounded.

"Xiaoyu, it's rare for everyone to have a happy holiday today. The last female educated youth has also stepped down, and you are going up to perform... Hey, what are you doing with the stool? The view from behind is not as good as from the front!"

"..."

"...There is a stone under the stool. Let me move it. I will come right away."

Facing everyone's gaze, Xu Xiaoyu froze on the spot and had no choice but to move to the stage resignedly. She walked the short distance of more than ten meters for a minute, trying hard to recall her skills in her mind every step she took.

Finally, Huang Tian paid off her hard work. She suddenly remembered the story-telling movies and novels she had read in modern times. People at this time rarely read extracurricular books. Even the extracurricular books they had were from Jin Yong and the like. She could totally do it on stage... …tell a story!

Xu Xiaoyu also thought of a niche hidden skill of her own. No matter what the result was, she stood up stiffly.

There was silence in the audience, and the expectant gaze made her scalp numb. In the end, she could only stand up straight, moved a table from behind the table to the center, and picked up a rectangular stone. The people underneath were confused. .

But fortunately, Xu Xiaoyu immediately adjusted her mood and slapped the stone on the table with a heavy face. The sound shocked the educated youths, but she spoke in a serious voice.

"Let me tell you a story..."

"This story takes place in a border town in the north. Our northern resistance forces and..."

This story is neither long nor short. It is a movie that Xu Xiaoyu watched in modern times. The background of the movie is also suitable. When she watched it, she was also moved by the beautiful clips of the movie and the poignant love story between the male and female protagonists across nationalities, so telling the story was very moving. .

Of course, she is not stupid. She does not focus the entire story on the love affair between a man and a woman. Instead, she emphasizes the difficulty of the people fighting against foreign enemies, exposes the hypocrisy and cruelty of the enemy, and demonstrates the friendship between friends and allies in times of adversity. Make the story more macroscopic.