The educated youth was reborn and wanted to disappear, but he was locked into a military marriage.

"How can it be the same if he wants it and if you tell it to him?" Miao Shiwen glanced at her.

Wang Xiaoya next to her nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, when Lu Zhiqing left, it hadn't snowed here yet, and we didn't distribute food. Also, I heard you say on New Year's Eve that we used to break up the wine, but this time we The wine I drank was the wine made by Sister Xiaomin herself, so I can write about it."

Miao Shiwen smiled: "Xiaoya knows better than you."

Wang Xiaoya blushed: "That's what I wrote to my parents." She said her eyes were a little red, "It's almost the Chinese New Year, and I don't know how my family is doing. I miss them again."

Miao Shiwen pushed her: "Just in time, if you miss them, write a letter and send them together tomorrow."

"Yeah!" Wang Xiaoya jumped up and went to get the pen too.

Miao Shiwen looked at Zhang Qiaomei, who was silently sewing next to her: "Qiaomei, what about you, do you want to write a letter home?"

Zhang Qiaomei stopped her hand for a moment, thought about it and shook her head gently: "No need."

Zhu Xiaomin raised her head and looked at Miao Shiwen, and asked smoothly: "Remind us, where are you?"

Miao Shiwen smiled: "My second brother got married last month, and I just wrote a letter back."

Zhu Xiaomin nodded, then looked down at the letter paper in front of him in trance. It took a while before he wrote on the paper: Lu Mingzheng.

As I wrote the words, I felt that the first and last name was too formal, so I tore it off and rewrote it: Lu Zhiqing.

This title is too blunt.

Tear it up again and write: Mingzheng...

No, no, no, this is too intimate. I never wrote it like this in my previous life.

Tear it off again.

Miao Shiwen glanced at her: "How many pieces of paper were wasted."

Yes, shameful waste.

Zhu Xiaomin lay down again and read several pieces of paper with headers written on them one by one, still undecided.

Miao Shiwen sighed: "Our educated youth, Xie Chengzhi and Song Zhian, you can just call them names casually, why can't you Lu Mingzheng?"

"How can it be the same?" Zhu Xiaomin blurted out.

"Why is it different?" Miao Shiwen asked directly to her face.

Yes, what's the difference?

Zhu Xiaomin was stunned for a while, then shook her head: "They and I have pure revolutionary friendship, Lu Mingzheng... Lu Mingzheng..."

"Lu Mingzheng and you are not pure?" Miao Shiwen blinked.

"It's Lu Mingzheng himself who is impure." Zhu Xiaomin curled her lips.

Who knows why this guy is so crazy, but he insists on holding on to her, which makes her very confused.

Miao Shiwen chuckled, thought about it and then laughed and said: "Otherwise, if you think about what else you want, if you don't have it here, ask him for a favor, I think he will be very happy."

Doesn’t that mean you still owe him a favor?

Zhu Xiaomin sighed.

She doesn't want to. She doesn't want to.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoya had already finished writing a page. She raised her head and said, "Sister Xiaomin, the pan used for stalling Huang'er was originally for everyone to use, but I just said it in the letter to you. You are nothing." Pressure, otherwise think about it, is there such a thing and mention it to him?"

Miao Shiwen smiled and poked her forehead: "You want it yourself, right?"

Wang Xiaoya stuck out her tongue: "Am I not trying to find a way for Sister Xiaomin?"

Zhu Xiaomin smiled: "I remembered that Dangzi when I saw Tan Huang'er when I was eating in the county. Now that you ask me to think about it, I really can't think of it."

"What about other things?" Wang Xiaoya asked, "Sister Xiaomin likes reading, why don't you ask Lu Zhiqing to bring some books? It's best to borrow them."

"Why borrow?" Miao Shiwen was curious.

Wang Xiaoya giggled: "Borrowing and returning, back and forth, isn't that the topic?"

Miao Shiwen laughed: "I can't tell, but this little girl knows best."

Zhu Xiaomin couldn't help but laugh too. After being reminded by her, she suddenly got an idea. After flipping through several pieces of paper, she chose the first one, which had the words "Lu Mingzheng" written on it, followed by "Tan" below. Huang Erdangzi received it, and it was wrapped very well. Song Zhian has already asked when he can make it and eat it. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I plan to whet their appetite again."

"I remember that when we were in the county, we ate millet noodles. This year we also distributed a lot of millet, but we didn't grind it into flour. Let's grind some after the New Year. It's better than eating it all. Thick porridge is strong.”

"In addition, you can actually use other ingredients for Tan Huang, such as corn flour, soybean flour, and crushed peanuts. It is convenient, simple and delicious. Next time..."

When she wrote this, she actually wanted to write "Next time I'll come and give you a taste." But as soon as she wrote three words, she felt like she was inviting him. She stopped writing and hesitated to continue: "Next time." If you go up the mountain to bring dry food, this can be your first choice.”

Following his example, I chatted a few common things and then got to the point: "By the way, I suddenly remembered when I received your letter that there is a big bookstore in the city. Isn't it convenient to find a few sets of middle and high school textbooks? What if? Okay, buy a few sets for me."

Now in 1974, there are still nearly four years before the college entrance examination is resumed. By using this time to prepare, people like them will have one more opportunity than they did in the previous life.

After I finish writing what I want, I feel like I have nothing left to say. Think about it and write "I won't say thank you for the kindness" below, and then the letter ends.

Seeing her folding the letter, Miao Shiwen asked in surprise: "Is it finished?"

"Yes, it's finished." Zhu Xiaomin replied, letting out a sigh of relief.

This is even more difficult than completing a cooperation agreement in the previous life.

Miao Shiwen laughed and shook his head slightly: "Lu Mingzheng's Northeastern Flower Jacket only wrote one page. You only have one page in total. How many times will he have to read it?"

After thinking about it, he nodded: "Well, our girl's family should be more reserved. He won't get it so easily, so we will cherish it more."

is it?

Zhu Xiaomin was stunned for a moment, thinking about her last life, and then shook her head slightly.

Lu Mingzheng wouldn't do it to others.

Zhang Qiaomei's hand next to her stopped unconsciously, and she was in a daze.

On the day when Nie Yifei decided to marry Shi Meijun, he only cared about Zhu Xiaomin's reaction and never looked at her twice. Was she just too unreserved?

Thinking of those intimate moments in the woods, his face flushed at first, then turned pale. He bit his lip and continued working.

Yes, she is so unreserved.

There were only a few high school students in the entire educated youth area, and Lu Mingzheng and Nie Yifei were the two with the best family conditions. In those years, she never thought about which one of them she could be with.

So, when one day, Nie Yifei came back from outside after drinking and asked her to talk about his affection for Zhu Xiaomin, she was almost flattered and could only let him hold her and comfort her softly.

Later, they went to the countryside with the propaganda team. This kind of confiding happened several times, and it soon turned into Nie Yifei's attachment to her.

After he came back, he said that he could not face Zhu Xiaomin, so he hid their relationship and often went on dates in various woods...

Thinking of the intimacy, Zhang Qiaomei bit her lip again, feeling her whole face burning up again. She felt shameful at first, and then secretly felt happy.

Fortunately, I was too shy and did not agree to his last request, otherwise, I would have had no choice but to jump off the cliff now.