in that special era. People seem to be specially made.
The students participated in heavy physical labor during the day and conducted political studies under dim kerosene lamps at night.
The students were sleepwalking in the political terminology that they seemed to understand but did not understand. Their best hope is to fall asleep until dawn.
Or nestle in the arms of your parents, act like a spoiled child, and eat your favorite snacks in your dream. The girl fell asleep sweetly holding her beloved puppet .
However, all this is like looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon as far away...
Only the secretary of the Youth League branch Qiang Qin. It occupies the only light of the kerosene lamp. Reading out theoretical articles from the yellowed newspaper...
From his loud voice, it seemed like the sound of an empty ghost in space...
"Reading... useless... dictatorship... continue..." These students who had not learned the basic knowledge well. Undoubtedly, it was foggy...
In the back of the Datong shop, there was a chirping sound like crickets . "I'm so sleepy! I have to carry wood tomorrow. What time is it?"
"Hey! Do you understand?"
"What are you listening to? I've been asleep for a while!"
"His high energy..."
"He is a popular person. From now on, you can go to college by helicopter..."
It can be seen that they (she) still hope that they can be useful. Eager for knowledge, eager to learn!
I don’t know who, among the female classmates, “bang——” a long fart sound.
There was a burst of laughter...
Qiang Qin blushed for a while, and looked at the darkness around him in astonishment...
"They are simply a bunch of hopeless people!"
Qiang Qin slapped the table with a "bang" sound.
instructor morning. He also said, "This is a very serious issue...Who will stand up..."
This fart must have come from the girls' group!
But who is willing to admit this person’s most primitive physiological phenomenon?
I don’t know what time I will have to work on again...
Helpless tears shed from the corners of my eyes...
