Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Zhao Lanxiang's sweet mouth does not change anything.

He Songbai patted her buttocks with a deep voice and said fiercely: "Look at what you look like now, and don't expect to see your uncle this afternoon."

"Go again tomorrow."

He said that with both arms, he steadily hugged the subject and strode toward the bed.

Zhao Lanxiang quickly slapped him, "You hate me, I still hurt..."

He Songbai's lips pressed down, and he put her into the soft bed, stroking her hair, and said lightly: "Let you rest well, what do you think?"

Rao is that Zhao Lanxiang's face is thick enough to belong to the old core, but he was also ashamed by He Songbai.

The younger and stronger version of the man is extremely good in terms of waist strength and physical strength, and it is like a small motor. Tossing her so much that she hated the monarch from now on, she would never go out to buy food unless she pityed his stomach that had not dripped all day.

I wish I could sleep in bed for the rest of the day.

Zhao Lanxiang heard the words and tightened the soft quilt, closing her eyes with peace of mind. It was like a fish returning to the water, comfortable and happy.

He Songbai also took off his coat, lifted the quilt and drilled into the bed, hugged her into the arms to sleep with her. He closed his eyes like a memory, his voice deep and full of yearnings.

"I dreamt of such a scene many times."

Zhao Lanxiang looked over and saw his slightly twitching eyelashes and asked, "Also dream. Have you ever left?"

He Songbai, still immersed in the pure atmosphere he woven, coughed unexpectedly.

This little gangster, speaking such things in front of him now, doesn't want to sleep well.

"You sound happy?"

Zhao Lanxiang shook her head and denied, "No, no, just go to bed and stop talking."

But He Songbai continued: "The picture shocked me."

He seemed to be lost in confusion, "I don't know why you suddenly disappeared in the picture, and why you came back."

"You... will you still be missing?"

He Songbai said a little cautiously here.

Zhao Lanxiang looked at him with a nervous look, frowned, lying comfortably and comfortably on her back, making her brain empty and her thoughts diverging extraordinaryly.

Why would it disappear, she remembered her rebirth.

The reason is simple. They didn't meet in this timeline in their previous lives. They shouldn't have met at this time. She left He Songbai, their connection was broken, it may be that the world is trying to restore its original trajectory.

The traces of her belonging to her will gradually disappear until his memory about her is gradually erased.

Maybe afterwards everything will reconnect to the trajectory of the previous life, there will be no trace of her in his green years, and she will not know him in advance.

Zhao Lanxiang thinks this logic is very reasonable. But she wouldn't say it to scare He Songbai.

She thoughtfully cheeked: "You miss me so much, there is an illusion."

She suddenly laughed: "Did you think too much, how can I suddenly disappear?"

He Songbai tightened his arms and remained silent for a long time, "Maybe."

Zhao Lanxiang went up to kiss him.

He Songbai couldn't hold back, and asked again: "What was my relationship with you... before?"

Zhao Lanxiang said softly, "Couple."

He Songbai made an OK gesture. Just like what he expected, he was satisfied and stopped asking. He Songbai kissed her deeply and kissed each other until the breath was disordered before he released his lips.

He Songbai patted the subject's buttocks and proudly said: "I think it's right, Laozi's eyes are really okay."

When he saw her for the first time, He Songbai felt that she was really good, so that he felt his heart beating fast and did not dare to look at it.

A man who has the ability must appeal to such a mother-in-law to be happy.

It's a pity that he has no ability and he is a bastard, and he dare not even talk. I didn't dare to take a look at her when I walked by her. It was so hot that he could be irritated by a single sentence.

Such a good girl, it is a pity that he can't think of it. So he dared not think about it, nor did he come close.

When others mentioned her, He Songbai occasionally thought about it silently, and her voice and appearance appeared in her mind. Also hate people mentioning her.

When Zhao Lanxiang proposed to live in his house, He Songbai's head was smashed. He felt like he had exhausted his luck in this life and rounded up an impossible thought that he could not.

But now he knows, she turned out to be against him!

He Songbai figured this out, and he comfortably hugged the soft and soft object to sleep.

...

The next day, Zhao Lanxiang refreshed and put on a new tufted coat. The red color made her skin become fairer. She glanced at the mirror with satisfaction. Her cheeks were red and white. Fans.

Sure enough, some aspects have been harmonious, and the whole person feels different from the inside out. The skin is a lot brighter.

She saw by the mirror that He Songbai was unskilled in using her razor to shave her beard, and she couldn't help laughing.

She took the razor, "You squat down, let me help you."

After a night of sleep, the stubble of the man's chin was sharp, and his tentacles were still a bit prickly. Zhao Lanxiang leaned over and shaved him a little bit.

His face was deep and handsome, and his jaw line was smooth. With a little stubble, he increased his age and carried the man's careless scribble.

The beard was wiped away, and the youthful vigor and charm of his youthful chin revealed his eyes dark and staring directly at her.

"Okay." Zhao Lanxiang finished the last stroke and said.

He Songbai couldn't help but picked her up, untied her skirt, took off her stockings, and pushed her through her.

Zhao Lanxiang, who was suddenly filled with fulfilling feelings, hugged his neck in exclamation.

"You, what are you crazy about?"

"Wait... I'll see my dad."

He Songbai kissed her vaguely, coaxing her shamelessly and saying:

"Relax, it's fast in the morning. It's not that long... an hour is enough. Who told you to look at me like this and shave me back."

Zhao Lanxiang was choked, forced to hug his neck, buried his face on his shoulder, and enjoyed the power of a young man's hunger. The coming was fierce, embarrassing and exciting.

She looked at the faint morning light outside the window and couldn't help but sigh: It's so nice to be young, and it's full of energy.

...

The wind and rain stopped, and He Songbai kissed the wet eyes of the kissed object with satisfaction.

He picked up her stockings and frowned.

"Although the city of g is not cold in winter, can't you barefoot, change your pants?"

He said he found his pants and put them on.

Before He Songbai left, he went to the department store to buy some gifts. When the two hurried to the Zhao family, it was almost ten o'clock. Zhao Yongqing is reading a newspaper at home, while watching his own newspaper while staring at his elementary school son writing homework.

He urged his son from time to time, "Have you finished writing?"

"For so long, your father still has to work in the factory."

Xiao Huzi is three years older, and is already in the second grade of elementary school this year. He is deeply buried in the work heap and stubbornly resists multiplication and division.

He grimaced grievously, "I don't need you to watch."

"You are going to work soon."

Zhao Yongqing was trying to pull out the shoe board to pump his son, but the doorbell rang.

Deep winter is on the winter vacation, Feng Lian is on vacation, and did not go to work, she first opened the door.

"Niu Niu had breakfast--" The rest of the word did not have time to speak, and he drowned.

Feng Lian looked at the familiar young man behind her daughter-in-law and overjoyed.

"Yeah, it's you."

"Long time no see, come in and sit down."

Feng Lian had no idea what identity this young man came to, only when he came to G City to buy a vaccine.

She washed a plate of fruit, and when she came out, she saw the girl sitting at the table obediently, and her husband taught his son with a black face.

Little Huzi was about to be abused and cried by his father. He said: "This is the wrong question you asked me to copy. It is written correctly below."

Zhao Yongqing was choked, took a deep breath, and said stiffly, "Oh, don't you write your wrong questions in red pen?"

Feng Lian was about to scold her husband, but when she looked away, she saw the big red gift box on the dining table in the living room.

She glanced at He Songbai in surprise, then looked at her daughter again.

Zhao Lanxiang coughed and said, "Mom is coming over and eating sugar. Brother Bo bought you a throat lozenge."

"I heard that you give lectures all year round and have a bad throat. I bought it purposely."

He Songbai nodded fiercely, and said very subtly and honestly: "Auntie, come sit down, I'll just peel the fruit."

He said that he skillfully took out two big yellow shatian pomeloes, washed them and peeled them off. His technique of peeling grapefruit has been perfect for many years, and it was torn off without breaking the skin and leaking juice. Full and beautiful, clean and tidy.

Feng Lian looked at her daughter's shiny eyes, and then looked at the young Qingjun's graceful appearance. She sat down and really took out a throat lozenge and ate it.

He Songbai finished peeling the grapefruit, please ask the mother-in-law to taste it.

He said: "I didn't allow Lan Xiang to ventilate with her uncle and aunt, it's mine."

"Listening to Lan Xiang saying that my aunt likes drinking tea, I bought a few catties of tea for you. You can take a pot to drink when you have time. Uncle likes to drink. I brought a bottle of Maotai. Please try it.

He Songbai's sincere and depressing look made Zhao Yongqing even more excited.

His nostrils grew uncontrollably, panting thicker.

After finishing his homework, Xiao Huzi dropped the pen and ran happily to pick two sweet pieces of grapefruit to eat. He said: "Brother Bo, you are here!"

"You said to teach me how to make a slingshot, I haven't taught it yet!"

He sat in the middle of He Songbai and Zhao Lanxiang, and put his head on the shoulder of his sister. He blinked and stared at He Songbai nicely. His bright eyes seemed to be full of vitality.

He Songbai's heart was extremely warm.

Unexpectedly, three years have passed. The child still remembers him and the promise he casually pulled, but he only played with him a few times during the Spring Festival holiday of 1977.

Should it be said that he is a good thief, or good-natured. How old was he at that time, so good memory.

He Songbai responded, "Teach you to teach you. All teach you."

"There are also football and table tennis. If you want to play, I will teach."

Little Huzi was overjoyed. The school’s activity class hadn’t taught them yet. He asked his father to play football with him. The father just played with him a few times, and he was too much to betray him.

Zhao Yongqing remembered the fact that the kid was also honestly looking like this. He entered his house to eat his family's food and borrowed his book. As a result, how long did it take to let her daughter lead the door.

It turned out not to be honest, but to be honest.

Zhao Yongqing didn't speak, he looked at He Songbai.

He Songbai dared to continue and said: "I heard Lan Xiang said that his uncle is very research on jade. I have a piece here. Would you please help me to see it?"

He said that he took out the jade pendant, which was worn by his grandmother to wear on her body. It was a small piece, the grain was smooth and smooth, and it was clear like a flowing emerald water droplet. , At a glance is clear and clear.

Zhao Yongqing turned his head away, and his eyes changed when he looked at the jade pendant with disdain.

This is not the time when shouting and killing old antiques. Such a beautiful and connotative thing, the treasure passed down by the ancestors, Zhao Yongqing is very rare. A heart is intoxicated by it. In the early days of reform and opening up, the price of jade was not expensive, so he collected a lot.

But I have never seen any one that is the same as the one held by He Songbai, which makes people unmovable.

He Songbai handed Yu Pei to Zhao Yongqing with a smile.

Feng Lian couldn't help laughing, she said: "Since it's here, I will stay and have lunch together."

Although her husband behaved very repulsively to this son-in-law, as a mother, it was necessary for her to understand more. Especially when she saw the love in her daughter's eyes, Feng Lian would never let this young man go.

So He Songbai chatted with Feng Lian while looking at the needle, and apologized to Zhao Yongqing.

He said, "Uncle, I will treat Lanxiang well."

Feng Lian asked about He Songbai's affairs without any trace, and asked him how he earns now... or will he continue to work on the brigade's livestock? How about family? How many people in the family?

He Songbaiyang introduced his situation avoiding shortcomings, "I resumed the first year of college entrance examination, I went to register for the exam, and now I am a student of T University, and I have one year to graduate."

"In response to the country's call the previous year, I started my own business and built a building material factory in City B. I am planning to open a construction company. I won't let Lan Xiang follow me hard. In addition, my parents died early, and I have an elderly grandmother One sister and one sister. They are all very good people, and Lan Xiang used to know them in the country."

Feng Lian suddenly remembered it. The young man said that he had a grandmother who graduated from an overseas famous school. She was shocked at that time, and now look at it again. The youth in front of her is stern and serious. Sure enough, the family background of the intellectuals is not the same, and it will not be easily destroyed in the bones.

No matter how bad the situation was at the time, today, by virtue of hard work, it is still out.

She suddenly sighed: "You are not easy."

Zhao Yongqing only had huh in his heart, but he understood that the awkwardness in his heart was probably the wrong thing. If his daughter brought another man back, he would also be very picky.

He said stiffly: "Wait for dinner."