Bai Fumei in the 70’s

The troubled Zhao Lanxiang was suddenly awakened by this roar.

She lifted the bed, and the whole person seemed to be run over by a cart, sore and sore. She whispered with a hissing noise.

Thinking of yesterday's fierceness, she couldn't help lifting her lips. Young men are full of vitality, so healthy and strong. It made her unable to eat now, draining her strength.

He Songbai turned his head to see the woman who was squinting in the bed and woke up and kissed.

His whole body was full of heat, and he continued to reach her.

However, the man who had opened the meat was different from the stunned stunner before. After he kissed from his forehead, he couldn’t help but linger, and the pure kiss became ambiguous.

His breath became messy and hurried, burying his head in her chest.

Zhao Lanxiang kicked him off the bed.

He Songbai was stunned, but he quickly moved up again and hugged her tightly in his arms.

He said forcefully: "You are my woman now."

He Songbai said that he started to faint, and fell directly on Zhao Lanxiang.

Zhao Lanxiang saw his slightly pale lips and touched her thumb involuntarily. She patted his face anxiously: "What's wrong with this?"

He Songbai moaned. He gasped and said, "Xiangxiang, I'm starving to death."

"I missed the morning flight without dinner yesterday morning and came to you..."

Zhao Lanxiang had no idea, He Songbai did not enter the grain yesterday! It's hard for him to care about doing that kind of thing.

She patted his face, "You lie down, I'll cook a porridge for you."

He Songbai made a cheeky chew, the dream was so beautiful, so beautiful that he was addicted. He did not know how everything happened yesterday and how it ended. His desire for her has been around for a long time, and yesterday it can no longer be suppressed. He wants to leave her and use all means.

He Songbai silently watched Zhao Lanxiang get up in front of him, put on his clothes, lifted his clothes and buttoned up his charming appearance, making him hot and thirsty.

Zhao Lanxiang washed the japonica rice before going out, and slowly boiled it in a casserole. She buckled up her trench coat and went to the market to buy the freshest ingredients. A few minutes away, she returned quickly.

He Songbai sat on the bed with his chest naked, with a cigarette in his thumb, slightly tucked away.

In the morning of late winter, the faint rays of light projected on him, and the light of the cigarette caught his fingertips. Such a graceful movement set him a bit of a clear and elegant taste. The tranquility at this moment is very different from the crazy yesterday. Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but look a few more times.

She went to the kitchen to clean pork, silver carp and prawns, cut the fine meat, peel the shrimps and wash the vegetables. Slice green onion and shred ginger. Freshly fried omelette flower shreds, fritters sliced.

The porridge in the casserole was rolling, and the aroma of the japonica rice overflowed from the kitchen. She took the time to pour the ingredients into the porridge in turn, and cooked the meat with the porridge.

He Songbai looked at the woman in the kitchen wearing a light pink apron to wash the vegetables quietly, and her heart was warm, and she couldn't help but go up and hug her from behind.

His voice was hoarse and said firmly: "You are mine."

He had already said this sentence three times this morning. The firm tone seemed to convince himself, as if to convince her. Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but feel sore, and his hands shook when he put the fish fillets.

He Songbai kissed her vaguely, arms warm and wide.

They all enjoy this warm and quiet atmosphere, and needless to say, there is a sense of down-to-earth sense of holding on to the ground.

Zhao Lanxiang earned his arms and couldn't help laughing. "Let me go, it's time to drink porridge."

"I'll let you try our local food, the boat porridge."

She scooped out the porridge, sprinkled with chopped green onion, fritters and egg shreds, and brought the porridge to He Songbai.

"Yesterday I didn't eat anything, drink some porridge."

He Songbai took a bite. The japonica rice was soft and smooth, and the umami essence of the side dishes was all incorporated into the porridge. The porridge juice was fresh and attractive. He took a spoon and contained a few mouthfuls of porridge. The fish fillet melted in the mouth and the shrimps were tender and smooth. It was a familiar taste.

"It turns out this is called Tingzi Porridge."

"I remember one year you boiled fish fillet porridge, which is the same taste. This one is better..."

But the taste of those days is more memorable.

The times are really different now. It was very difficult to eat a fish at the beginning. Where can I eat such a rich food? Today, if you want to eat fish and shrimp, meat and eggs, it is very nutritious.

He Songbai had finished two bowls of porridge, and when he saw that he wanted to drink another bowl, Zhao Lanxiang stopped him.

"Take a rest after a while. You didn’t eat yesterday."

He Songbai kissed her with her hand, and now he was so happy that she wanted to kiss her hair, from head to toe, he had kissed her everywhere.

"Well." He responded and looked at Zhao Lanxiang deeply.

He took the picture from his pocket and said, "I saw it faded yesterday."

"Shock God, you disappear from the inside."

He Songbai stared at her deeply, as if afraid that she would disappear in the next second.

"When I made the decision to come to you, it returned to normal."

Zhao Lanxiang churns the hot porridge with a smile, without talking or denying, drinking the porridge quietly under his burning eyes.

He said something, and she responded humbly.

"In 76, you knew that speculation was wrong, but you didn't think it was wrong, because you know that future policies will change, right?"

Zhao Lanxiang ate a shrimp, the fresh and tender shrimp cracked between her lips and teeth.

"Ok."

"In the spring of 77, you struggled to make me study and study. Actually, I didn't think I was illiterate, but I wanted me to take the college entrance examination right?"

His words were full of traps, but at this stage, Zhao Lanxiang could only nod. The fish fillet melted between her lips and teeth, and the carp's skin was smooth and fragrant.

"Ok."

"At first, Granny was very resistant to you, but you wanted to be close to her because you haven't seen her before, right?"

The information revealed in his words revealed his desire to spy on his future life. Tender fresh pork shredded with fried dough sticks was eaten into her mouth, full of fragrance, crisp and tender.

In the end, He Songbai glanced tightly at her, tender and full of aggression, "You came to the country in 1976, in fact, to find me, right?"

Zhao Lanxiang, with shrimp, kissed him and blocked his mouth.

He Songbai hugged her hard, hoping to crush her into his bones and blood, never to separate again.

"Mom, I'm so rare for you."

His thumb penetrated into her dress, kneading vigorously with the snow she loved.

He Songbai gasped quickly: "Run next time and break your leg."

In fact, more often, he was drowned in the belly and abandoned in the corner. His unwillingness, grievances, and anger were all paid off yesterday. He was enjoying her sweetness, the things that belonged to him that he should have given him a few years ago.

He Songbai patted her hips and said, "Forget it, let me go of you today."

"I have to meet my father-in-law."

Zhao Lanxiang opened her eyes with tears blurred, lying on his shoulders with his arms around his waist, "Go in the afternoon, now I have no energy."

"Can't handle my dad."

"If he knew what you did, he would break your leg."

"I'm not afraid of breaking my legs. It's going to rain, and my daughter wants to marry someone. He can't stop him."

He Songbai couldn't help but lifted his lips. After drinking porridge, his lips were pale and pale, his thin lips lifted up, his eyes were deeply smiled, and he passed the **** and tempting warm color from his eyes . Like the intoxicating spring breeze, it makes people indulge deeply.

In two years he became thinner and more elegant, but he was more stable and confident.

Zhao Lanxiang was once familiar, but later forgotten.

What she remembered deeply was the rough, rustic man in the country, a strong, strong young man mixed with sweat and smell.

His inferiority and self-abandonment made her feel distressed and soft, and his diligence and hard work made her admire fascinated.

He will ride a Phoenix car at night, with cold and lonely lights, and firmly walk all the way to the path he chose, bleeding and sweating, glowing and heating...

Zhao Lanxiang touched his rough but gradually raised hands. The phalanx of the index finger had a thick cocoon, which was caused by the writing. It seems that although he changed his career, he still inherited the fine style of hard work.

His fingers were full and his skeletal joints were large and long, and his palms could hold her feet.

His eyebrows are like peaks, he is handsome, his brows are broad and beautiful, and he is handsome and masculine. The eyebrows and tails flew diagonally into the temples, creating a deep, good-looking skin. He is like a piece of jade covered with thick dust, and it takes a lot of time to grind away the grime on his body. Suffering is an excellent stone to grind, which makes him suffer and make him excellent.

Two years later, Zhao Lanxiang saw He Songbai again, his heart was warm and emotional.

She could not help sighing: "Bo Geer is so nice."

He Songbai intently covered her earlobe and said in a deep voice: "It's so good that you don't want to close it now, hide it at home?"

After he finished speaking, he said cruelly: "If I don't come to you, you won't find me, you stubborn eyes."

Why did the photo fade, He Songbai saw it better than she did.

At that time, there was a lot of snow, and he finally got the photos he missed, recalling the past bit by bit, and suddenly found that even the photos that recorded her began to fade, and they became the only one left. At that moment, He Songbai's heart was shocked and sad.

She didn't want him anymore, and she didn't even leave the photos to him.

But soon He Songbai recovered his senses and heard the song again.

He Songbai bullied the object fiercely and asked her: "How did you feel yesterday?"

"Am I powerful?"

He and she remembered the six kisses after writing the test paper in the spring of 77. At that time, he held the quilt with trembling and excitement. Made her laugh.

Zhao Lanxiang did not have the heart to reveal that He Songbai was still stunned, making her uncomfortable.

She kissed him sweetly, "Brother Bo made me very happy and comfortable."

"I like everything about you."

Whether it is a mature man who has experienced vicissitudes, a gentle gentleman, or a young person who is growing up, sincere and sincere, they are her most beloved people...

This relationship has nothing to do with age or age. At the age of 20, he would ride her on a bicycle to drive her, work hard and earn money to save her daughter-in-law, but the young impulse had a sincere heart; when he was 40, he would give her a bouquet every day Flowers, meticulously caring for her, giving her romance and giving her tenderness, although lacking the passion of young people, but mature and steady, it is pragmatic.

Zhao Lanxiang was so fortunate that after experiencing his tenderness, he again accepted his passion.

She stared at He Songbai and said seriously: "I love you."

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Xiangxiang: Brother Bo, I love you...

Bo: Xiangxiang, I love you too.

Hei Shengjun: kick the dog food with one foot, collapse your kennel, and take away your dog.

The full text comes to an end here. The next step is to see my father-in-law, get married, steamed steamed buns, and sweet life after marriage.

Why stop here?

I had also imagined that everyone had different personalities and tastes, and some were anxious and some had a sweet taste. The rhythm was different, so it could not satisfy everyone. And the story line stopped here is just complete, with the strongest aftertaste. Not too sweet to sniff.

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