Accidentally Born in the ‘60s: 64. The second update on Friday

After dinner, Zhen Zhen went back to her room early and came to Su Weiran's home in the imperial capital in a flash. As Su Weiran expected, the house was not as tidy as it was before he left. The door was half hung from the door frame, the stools in the house were gone, and there were signs of being beaten on the table and wardrobe.

Zhen Zhen closed the door and looked towards the large wardrobe. Fortunately, the large wardrobe was made of solid wood, wide and high, so most people couldn't lift it, so it was still intact. Zhen Zhen opened the closet, the contents in it had been looted long ago, not even the original clothes rack was left.

Zhen Zhen didn't move the wardrobe, but went straight to the basement in a flash. The area is about 20 square meters. There are shelves around the walls, and various papers, paints and brushes are placed.

Putting these things into the space, Zhen Zhen's eyes fell on a row of painting jars in the corner. Because it is underground, it is cold and damp. In just two years, the edges of some scrolls are a little faint. yellowish appearance. Zhen Zhen was worried that this place would be discovered sooner or later, so she simply put all the things inside into the space, and found an empty place to store it alone.

The next morning, after having breakfast, Zhen Zhen teleported to the Imperial Capital Mountain, she took out a large stack of paper from the back basket she was carrying, and put paints, brushes, etc. on the table one by one: " There is basically nothing left in the house, but the basement is well locked and no one notices it. I saw that it was a little too humid inside, so I changed everything. When it is calm outside, and you always want to go home, I will. I'll send it to you again."

Su Weiran showed gratitude: "Thanks to you this time, otherwise I'm afraid that my paintings will be ruined over time."

Zhen Zhen smiled and took a breath of cool air from between her missing teeth: "Who asked you to be my teacher, you're welcome."

"Yes, yes, you don't have to be polite." Su Weiran said with a hearty smile, he quickly walked to the table, put the cut paper on the shore, and picked out a set of paints from Zhen Zhen Put it on the table and look at Zhen Zhen with a smile: "What kind of flowers are you painting today?"

"Plum."

The arrogant plum blossom has been popular with painters since ancient times, and the combination of plum blossom and snow is considered a classic combination by the world. Zhen Zhen adjusted the color and began to paint the gorgeous red on the paper. Instead of showing the red plum in the painting, Zhen Zhen showed its brilliant red to the fullest.

Red is also more able to arouse people's enthusiasm. Compared with yesterday's "Lotus Picture", Zhen Zhen's "Ode to Plum Blossom" uses bolder colors and slightly exaggerated expression techniques. The fiery side showed. With a smile in his eyes, Su Weiran stroked his beard and nodded in appreciation.

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At the 12th youth o'clock, Mingbei called Wang Zehai outside after dinner while everyone was washing up. Facing the howling north wind, Mingbei lowered his head and said, "I want to send my brother to the house. Get my pen back."

Wang Zehai chuckled twice, looking at Li Mingbei with a bit of mockery: "What? Regret? Back then, you patted your chest and promised you would never go back."

Mingbei didn't say a word, and after a while he said, "I regret it, you can make a price, and I'll give you the money."

Wang Zehai kicked the snow under his feet, turned his head to look at Ming Bei and said, "Five dollars. Of course, if you think it's expensive, you can go to the supply and marketing agency to buy the same one yourself. The new one is only eight dollars."

"Just buy my one." Mingbei took out the money from his close pocket without hesitation, counted five yuan and handed it to Wang Zehai: "This is what my brother bought for me, and it has nothing to do with the new meaning. The same, besides, I have to give myself a long memory."

Wang Zehai took the money and looked at Mingbei and sneered, then counted two yuan and handed it to him: "Classmate, I will take advantage of you a little bit, and I will give you two yuan, but you have to take my old pen. Give it to me."

Mingbei was a little stunned when he saw Wang Zehai's outstretched hand. Wang Zehai stretched his hand out impatiently: "Hurry up, it'll be frozen in such a cold day."

Mingbei came back to his senses and quickly took the money. Seeing that Wang Zehai had an expression that seemed to be both crying and laughing, Wang Zehai twitched the corners of his mouth and turned back to the house.

Mingbei put the money in his pocket and squatted down next to the wall. At this time, it was fifteen. The moonlight shone in the white light reflected by the thick snow. Hong: "Milk, I miss home."

The door was pushed open with a creak. Mingbei was taken aback. He wiped away his tears and looked towards the door. He saw Wang Zehai standing in the room looking down at Mingbei, pretending not to look Seeing the trace of crying on his face, he just said with a blank face: "Hurry back to the house and give me my pen, I still have to write something."

Mingbei let out a "hey" and hurriedly stood up and entered the door. As soon as the door wrapped in plastic was closed, it immediately blocked the cold wind from the outside. The stove in the middle of the room was burning extremely vigorously, and Ming Bei suddenly sneezed as the cold and heat alternated. He took off the big padded jacket and put it on top of his quilt. He quickly opened his schoolbag, returned Wang Zehai's old pen to him, and brought back the one from Mingdong.

Mingbei decided to change positions after the summer vacation this year. At that time, he thought that there was still the last semester. If he didn't try hard, he might have no chance in the future, so he changed his pen without thinking. . Before Mingbei didn't understand the meaning of this pen, plus his personality was stunned, and he also put water on the cap and barrel of the pen. When the pen was in Wang Zehai's hands, he cleaned up all the traces. Now the pen looks brand new and brighter than when it was exchanged.

Ming Bei was holding the pen, and his heart was a little sad. He only now realized that the reason why his grandmother smoked him with a cigarette bag and pot was not entirely because of the price of the pen, but because he ruined Ming Dong's expectations and intentions for him. Closing his eyes, Mingbei can still remember the package of things and a letter that Mingdong sent back. Although Mingdong couldn't send the things home in person, Mingbei, who was reading the letter at that time, could still read between the lines. Delighted and excited, the first salary and the first gift to the family, this is of extraordinary significance to Mingdong.

Mingbei put the pen in the wooden box in his schoolbag and carefully placed it under his feet. Taking off his padded jacket and putting it on the quilt, Ming Bei got into the hot quilt.

Today, after carrying a day's worth of wood, his shoulders are still sore. He estimates that he may not be able to lift it tomorrow, but even so, he still hasn't completed all the work today, and only got seven and a half. , that is to say, he didn't even earn two cents today.

Mingbei sighed, his young face was full of sorrow. Today, he calculated according to the meal ticket for the meal, and he had to pay five or six yuan a month for food, and there was basically nothing left except for the meal. In fact, it is easy to understand that the establishment of the youth point is not for them to make money. This is a place to solve the problem of unemployed youth.

Mingbei couldn't help but took the change out of his pocket again. He spent two cents for dinner today, plus three yuan to Wang Zehai, he only had three yuan left. According to Mingbei's In terms of food intake, it is enough for fifteen days of meals. Listening to Li Mengwei's meaning, the money is only exchanged once a month, which means that the meal tickets for the second half of the month are estimated to be owed to the youth.

Mingbei woke up at dawn the next day. Sure enough, my right shoulder was sore and painful. I couldn't help grinning after moving a little. Rubbing his shoulders, Mingbei used his left hand to reach for the padded jacket and put on the clothes with difficulty. Looking at the people around him, they were basically in the same position as him, and there was a lot of ouch in the room early in the morning.

After washing, he went to the kitchen to have breakfast. Mingbei stretched his neck to see what was in the pot, but was suddenly attracted by a familiar figure. Yu Wanqiu scooped up the big porridge one by one while collecting the meal tickets. Finally, it was Mingbei's turn. He handed over the bowl and asked softly, "Have you been to the kitchen? Are you not going up the mountain today?"

Yu Wanqiu gave a light "um", scooped a spoonful from the bottom of the pot with a spoon, and scooped a bowl for Ming Bei, then took the meal ticket in Ming Bei's hand and went to the Glancing behind: "Next."

Mingbei returned to the house with a bowl in hand. Mingbei's attitude towards late autumn was accustomed to it. Although he was a little disappointed, it didn't affect his mood. At present, Mingbei's mind was on how to not owe the youth the meal ticket.

These educated youths are basically the children of the hydrolysis plant. In addition, the train tracks have not been rebuilt, so the hydrolysis plant gives them two days off every ten days and asks them to go home to rest. The educated youths looked forward to the day of the holiday with great difficulty. After eating early in the morning, they walked back with their things on their backs. Mingbei hesitated a few times when he came out and went in, but did not open the cloth. Li Mengwei counted the record book in his hand and looked at Mingbei and He. As if he had no soul, he couldn't help but ask him, "Why haven't you gone home yet?"

Mingbei hesitated for a while, then walked up to Li Mengwei and asked him: "If I don't go home to carry the wood on vacation, will I be given work points?"

Li Mengwei didn't lift his head: "Record your work points. If you don't go home, go up the mountain quickly. If you are late, you can delay your work."

Mingbei was instantly happy, he agreed heavily, quickly put his schoolbag on the kang, and called a few educated youths who didn't go home to go up the mountain together.

The educated youth point is not too far from Beicha. These educated youths are accustomed to walking on mountain roads again, so they returned to the hydrolysis plant within an hour. When Mingnan came back from get off work, he didn't see Mingbei when he got home, so he asked strangely, "Where did Mingbei go?"

Wang Sufen raised her head from the kitchen pit and said blankly, "Mingbei didn't come back? Did you watch the police?"

Mingnan took off his big leather jacket with a bit of confusion on his face: "A lot of educated youths came back from the hydrolysis factory today, and they said it was a two-day holiday. If Mingbei didn't come back this time, he would have to enter the twelfth lunar month. ."

Wang Sufen was angry when she heard it: "This bastard, is he playing wild, let's see how I will cut him when he comes back."

Mingnan went out and came in with some firewood, and helped Wang Sufen to add firewood to the stove: "Mom, you have misunderstood my brother this time. In our class, Master Wang said when he went to work in the afternoon that Mingbei and the others were at the youth center. He was doing the work of carrying logs down the mountain. Master Wang's son fell asleep at noon when he was so tired that he didn't even finish his meal, and he was so distressed that he cried."

When Mingnan said this, Wang Sufen couldn't stay still. She asked Mingnan to look at the dishes in the pot, and hurriedly ran into the East Room, and learned what Mingnan said from Mrs. Li: " Mother, you explain that Bei didn't come back this time, so there won't be anything wrong, right?"

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Li didn't lift her eyelids. "I'm too tired to walk, so I'm going to sleep on the kang. It's fine if he doesn't come back. You said it."

"Oh! Yes! Yes!" Wang Sufen came back to her senses now. She glanced at Mrs. Li and didn't say anything, but her expression was obviously a little dazed.

Zhen Zhen heard Wang Sufen and Mrs. Li's words in the room, she turned her consciousness to the youth point. Several large rooms were empty, but there were really two people sleeping, Zhen Zhen took a closer look, they were not Ming Bei. She looked back, only to find that Ming Bei was walking down the mountain carrying two thick wooden bowls.

Ming Bei's shoulders, which were pressed by the heavy wood, slanted to one side, only to see him leaning on the wood with both hands, gritted his teeth against the wind and strode forward one snow pit. Zhen Zhen looked a little distressed, she just wanted to use her supernatural powers to help Ming Bei with a wooden support to save him some energy, but what Mrs. Li told her before appeared in her ears again: "They have their own way to go, You should endure some hardships, and you can't help them for the rest of your life."

Zhen Zhen bit her lip, but she still took the ability back. She didn't know why Mingbei didn't come back during the holiday and chose to continue earning work points, but she knew that since Mingbei chose this, there must be his reasons.

Zhen Zhen withdrew her consciousness, pretended she didn't know all of this, and turned around to ask Mrs. Li about the Chinese New Year. Last month, Mingdong sent a letter to his home, roughly stating the time to go home, which is expected to be in the past few days.

At this time, in the staff family area of ​​Anbei Agricultural College, Osmanthus hurriedly took the bean bag to Yuhong Class to pick up the meat bag and go home. Mingdong finished the class today and ended the semester. According to the plan of the two, they would take the train back to Beicha early the next day for Chinese New Year.

Back to his own courtyard, as soon as he opened the door, a spotless courtyard appeared in front of him. Mingdong opened the door and entered the house, while taking off his cotton jacket, he stretched his head and greeted Osmanthus who was cooking: " You swept all the snow in the yard again? I heard the weather forecast that it will snow tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so you are not tired."

Osmanthus used the stove hook to take out a few potatoes from the stove and put them aside to cool, then turned around and smiled at Ming Dong: "Before the Chinese New Year, I should have cleaned up the house, or else I always feel that something is wrong. It's like doing it."

Ming Dong squatted in front of the stove to bake the fire, tilted his head and stared at Osmanthus' profile face: "Do you feel tired when you have to clean up the house and work in the kindergarten these days?"

"What's so tiring, isn't it just looking after the children." Guihua turned her head and smiled at Ming Dong: "I like this job very much, I have something to do every day and I can earn ten yuan. I can give more milk when I get home.”

Ming Dong couldn't help straightening up and kissing her on the face: "I bought you something for the New Year. Have you finished wiping your cream? I'll accompany you to the supply and marketing agency to buy it when I get back to Beicha."

Although they have been married for several years, Osmanthus blushed a little when Ming Dong kissed herself in broad daylight. She glanced at Ming Dong coquettishly, her voice soft as if she was coquettish: "I hate it, Let the child see what it looks like."

Mingdong laughed lowly, and bit Osmanthus' slightly red ear: "Then let's kiss again at night. We won't go to work next year, so you can get up later."

Osmanthus tickles her neck tickled by the hot air from Mingdong. She turned her head and before she could speak, Mingdong quickly pecked her on the mouth and pinched her waist gently: "You Saying that you have already given birth to two children, why is your waist so thin, like a little girl."

Osmanthus blushed when she was teased by Mingdong, she patted off Mingdong's hand, and her voice was soft as she spoke: "Don't make trouble, make me angry again?"

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble!" Ming Dong smiled and held her hand: "I just feel that I haven't been able to accompany you since I came here, and you still have to take care of the family at work, and I always feel a little guilty about you. How about I take you and your sons out tomorrow? Although Anbei is not as big as Beicha, there is also a supply and marketing cooperative, which is not far from our home."

It was easy to get rid of the heat on her face, Osmanthus pursed her lips and said happily: "Okay, then we will go out after breakfast tomorrow, and see if there is something good to buy for them."

Mingdong reached out and touched Osmanthus's hand, and shouted into the room with a smile: "The meat buns and bean buns are ready to wash your hands and prepare to eat. After eating and going to bed early, your mother and I still have important things to do. I'm ready to do it."

Osmanthus was ashamed and angry, and pinched Ming Dong's rib twice: "What nonsense is it? What does it look like for the child to hear?"

Ming Dong laughed and hid, Meat Bun ran out of the house and asked the two of them curiously: "Mom, what important things are you going to do with my dad tonight?"

Osmanthus gave Ming Dong an angry look, then got up and took the meat bun and walked into the house: "Don't listen to your dad's nonsense, he wants you to go to bed earlier and take you to the street tomorrow to play."

As soon as I heard that I was going out tomorrow, the meat bun and the bean bun were very happy. They were chatting and discussing what was outside, and they finished the meal quickly and well. The brothers went back to the house and went to sleep after washing up.

Osmanthus put the tableware and chopsticks into the kitchen, and was about to scoop up water to wash the dishes, when Mingdong appeared out of nowhere, slapped Osmanthus and hugged Osmanthus. Screaming and swallowing, she subconsciously wrapped her arms around Ming Dong's neck with one hand and hammered his chest with the other: "I'm going to die, what are you making a fuss about."

"It's not that I'm going to die. If you don't save me, I'll really die." Ming Dong chuckled and put the sweet-scented osmanthus flower on the kang, and turned off the light as soon as he turned around.

Next door, Meat Bun watched the lights next door go out with a happy expression: "Mom went to bed really early today, it seems that tomorrow we can go out to the street very early, Dou Bun, hurry up to sleep, tomorrow is not allowed Stay in bed."

Doubao nodded earnestly and closed his eyes obediently.

On the second day, Doubao sat on the kang and pouted unhappily: "Brother, didn't you say you can go out to the street early this morning? Are you lying to me?"

The meat bun angrily slammed the hammer: "It's my dad who lied."

Dou Bao looked at Meat Bun aggrievedly: "Go and wake up Dad."

Meetou looked sad: "Our dad locked the door, he won't open it for me."

Ming Dong, who is sleeping sweetly: "huh...huh..."