Chapter 2 1

Long before I moved into this slab building, I heard the old gangster Kong Jianguo talk about Zhu Chang's mother. The old gangster Kong Jianguo said that Zhu Chang's mother was a peerless beauty.When Zhu Chang and I met for the first time, we made up our minds that we would try our best to spend the rest of our lives with her. Seventeen or eighteen-year-olds have no concept of time, and a lifetime often means forever. "You are still young and don't understand. But this is very important, very important. You think, when you reach my age, you may ask yourself, from childhood to adulthood, in this life, have you ever met such a girl? That face, that figure, that strength, make you have to be tough, you have to go up? After that, even if the mistress is chopped up, turned into pieces, even if she gets into a game, even if she squats. Such a girl , is your peerless stunner. On this street, only one person in a thousand people will ask this question, and only one person in a thousand who asks this question has an affirmative answer, and only one person in a thousand has an affirmative answer It finally worked. This person who finally made it, suddenly felt really fucking boring after finishing it. But you must work hard to find and do it. This is ambition, ideal, and awesomeness.”

It was a summer afternoon, when the old rogue Kong Jianguo and I were talking the above-mentioned conversation, leaning against a big locust tree, cicadas would stop and cry, showing that time was still creeping.Occasionally, a few cool breezes blow, the sun is still fierce, and large groups fall on the bare land, splashing dry floating dust.Many green-fleshed insects called "hanged ghosts" pulled long filaments from the bitten leaves of the locust tree, hanging in the air, their fleshy bodies swaying in the wind.The old rascal Kong Jianguo had just woken up, his upper body was naked, his body was still strong, but his stomach was gradually arched, his navel was deeply sunken, and a slanting scar on his face looked pale and kind.A belt fastens the "Zeliang" military trousers. On the belt, the four buckles lined up together are the oldest, recording the growth of the old rascal Kong Jianguo's belly like annual rings: the innermost buckle was worn out in the summer of the previous few years. Yes, the next one is the winter of previous years, and the next one is last winter, and the outermost one is the current location.The old rascal Kong Jianguo must have slept on the left side in the afternoon, and the left side of the body was clearly marked by the bamboo mat, and one or two pieces of bamboo strips were stuck to the mark.The old rascal Kong Jianguo, with disheveled hair, lit a "Daqianmen" cigarette after saying the above, frowned and started to smoke.

My father said that when he was a child, he went to a private school and crammed the Four Books and the Five Classics like a duck, memorizing them all, without understanding a single word.When I grow up so much, when I think about it again, I start to realize it a little bit, like a cow regurgitating the forage it ate at noon the day before yesterday.My father is always proud. Now when he is giving a report at the work unit, he can often insert a sentence or two such as "Things of ups and downs through the ages, who cares?" Female colleagues under the age of 25 and over 50 usually think that he is talented. There is an ancient style.

When the old rascal Kong Jianguo said the above words, I couldn't understand a word.I, too, had just taken a nap, and all I could think about was how to pass the hours before dinner.I feel that the old rogue Kong Jianguo is rarely deep.Just talk when you talk, ask questions, make comparisons, and be honest, just like a Chinese teacher.I have also experienced things that are itchy in my heart and must be done, such as being suffocated by urine and running on tiptoe all over the street to find the toilet, such as yearning for the Sachima hidden on the top of the wardrobe when I was five years old, such as when I was 15 years old Wanted a pair of leather high top white Nike basketball shoes with blue hooks for my birthday.

So now that I think about it, I am afraid that if the old rascal Kong Jianguo hadn’t taught me in my private school, the peerless beauty in my life would have always been toilets for toilets, sachimas, and high-top leather Nike shoes. The old rascal Kong Jianguo is very old, twenty or thirty years older than me.Similar to opera singers, hooligans are born in the four or five year old generation.There are often old hooligans who have made a name for themselves and are wiped out by younger hooligans a generation later. They are fooled when they are shot with a brick, and they are missed when they are poked with a fork. This is similar to singing.Calculated by age, in terms of seniority in Taoism, there is a gap of five or six generations between me and the old rascal Kong Jianguo.

I was seventeen or eighteen years old at the time, exactly the age when my parents said that I would go west. Before moving into this slab building, my mother repeatedly emphasized that most of the upstairs and downstairs are serious and responsible people, so you can rest assured that they are sweet-talking, calling grandparents, uncles and aunts, asking for candy, and taking the money. You won't suffer.I can judge on my own if their children find fault. If there is an advantage, I will give it a go.But there are two groups of characters, and I have to dodge and go. Two of the characters are a group, surnamed Che, a pair of Korean twin sisters, with a swipe of eyebrows and two peach blossom eyes.They have similar faces, same shoulder length hair, but different bodies.A small, ups and downs.A muscular man with a huge chest.So the small one is called Erche, and the big one is called Dache.Just after the reform and opening up, the big cars and the second cars were dressed in strange clothes because they were not of my race. My mother was sharp-eyed and saw them "wearing gold bracelets around their ankles, jingling badly."

The big car and the second car always stay and fly together. When they drive into the building, I always put down the textbooks and homework in my hand, go to the balcony, pick up a piece of paper to look at their strange clothes, and see what they brought. People, look at their clear hair parting, the green and white scalp at the parting part, and the oily and smooth hair on both sides of the parting part.There was no "Head & Shoulders" at that time, and the Jinsong community was still a crop field. In summer, you could catch dragonflies in the rice fields, and the armed police officers and soldiers raised pigs and herded sheep around.I wash my hair with a "Lighthouse" brand of soap, and when I apply it, my head feels like a large bristle brush, but I remember clearly that the hair of Dache and Erche didn't have any dandruff, and it was as strong as the ground. The bright green crops with enough fertilizer in the field.That kind of oily and slippery, the eyeballs fall off, and they will fall to the ground without sticking.My eyes slid down their hair, their snow-white chests flashed past, and I read a nursery rhyme in my heart: "The little white rabbit is white and white, with two ears pricked up." But I know, the pricked one is not ear.

At that time, my dad was a busy person in the unit, representing the interests of the masses, going out to earn money, and was away all year round.My older sister is an honest kid who shaved her head to help her brain dissipate heat.She worked very hard, but still couldn't get the first place. No matter how short she cut her hair, she couldn't be the number one animal in the eyes of boys in her class (girls who study well are all animals), so she didn't raise her head and worked harder.My mother was a farmer when she was a child, but when she grew up, she moved to the city and became a worker, she was the leading class of the country.My mother took home the white cotton gloves issued by labor insurance, and then disassembled them into white cotton threads, and then wove them into white cotton sweaters for me and my sister.When my mother was unpacking cotton knitting clothes, the unpacked glove stuck on the leg of an upside-down chair. She was sitting opposite. She was so poor and bored that she always wanted to chat with someone.At that time, the TV was nine-inch black and white, and my mother didn't like to watch it. She said that the TV host was mentally retarded, and that the TV host had shit in his head.My sister is always doing homework, and my mother will come and be poor with me.I can be extremely poor.My mother said that the girl who will marry me in the future will be blessed. If she finds me, she will have someone to talk to, and she will not have to watch mentally handicapped TV.

My mother said, do your homework with peace of mind, don't rush to the balcony when you smell the fragrant wind.I said, swan geese are approaching, I protect my eyesight, I climb high and look far, I take a rest, see who the passengers are, see if my father is in disguise, so I can report to my mother.My mother said that people who ride in cars are not good people.I said that the people who took the car seemed to be very proud people on the street. I don't know if my dad is of a high level.My mother said, you are not allowed to talk to them.I said, people ignore me, they are female spies, I am just a red soldier, far below the level of red captain, red branch secretary, and red director, unless I have a chicken letter tucked in my waist, otherwise people will not touch it As for me, my level is far behind.My mother said, what if someone framed you for having a letter with chicken feathers tucked around your waist?What if people want to talk to you?I said, I called "Auntie, I'm still young".My mother said, what if people still talk to you?I said, and I yelled "Auntie, I'm afraid".My mother said, what if people still talk to you?I said, and I yelled, "Catch the female hooligans, ah——ah——ah."

There are still three pairs of gloves left, and my mother's cotton thread has not been removed, and the sweater has not been woven, so it is always endless, and she is very vigilant.I was a child, so there will always be cold viruses in the air, and there will always be bad people on the street. Even if there are no particularly bad people, you have to identify the bad people from the good people and put a hat on them, so they are very bad. I look forward to the bad guys like I look forward to the cold virus. If I get a bad cold, I don’t have to go to school, and my mother doesn’t have to go to work, and she buys me yogurt to drink.The yogurt is in a porcelain bottle, and the mask of the bottle is a piece of white paper, stretched with a red rubber band. When drinking, poke a plastic tube into it and make a pop.The hospital smelled of Lysol, the old female doctor was wrinkled with age, clean and thin like a witch, and the young female nurse wore a small white hat on one side to cover her glossy hair.They usually cover four-fifths of their faces with masks, never looking into my eyes, just staring at my ass.The iodine evaporated on my buttocks, and I felt a little bit of coolness, "The little white rabbit is white and white, with two ears standing up", I knew that the injection was coming.

But the female spy always has a cigarette in her mouth and her hair is brightly colored. In the movie, the big car and the second car never gave me a chance to shout "catch the female hooligan". Another character I can't get close to is the old gangster Kong Jianguo.I asked my mother to give a reason.My mother said that the old rascal Kong Jianguo has bright eyes, he is not like a good person at all, and he has the powerful power to instigate young people to be bad.I said, judging people by appearance is too general, and my eyes are really bright.My mother said that the old gangster Kong Jianguo was not involved in production, and he was not classified as a worker, farmer, business student, and could not be classified.I said, Kong Qiu, Jing Ke, Li Yu, Yu Xuanji, Su Xiaoxiao, Chen Yuanyuan, my idols cannot be classified. They try their best not to follow the trend and come up with some stories to enrich everyone's spiritual life.My mother said that Kong Jianguo, an old hooligan, has no unit and has complicated social relations.I said that my mother's social relationship is also complicated. My mother knows a butcher who sells meat in a non-staple food store.My mother knows the popsicle maker in the factory. The popsicles she gets are all frozen in the first pot.My mother also knows the post office who sells stamps. When new stamps come out, my mother can buy them without queuing up.My mother said, your mother's, am I your mother or are you my mother?Listen to me, you are not allowed to hang out with the old rascal Kong Jianguo, otherwise the collar of the cotton sweater will be woven an inch tighter for you. At that time, my life was generally simple and boring.In the morning, I was woken up by my mother yelling at me. I picked up a few mouthfuls of porridge and swallowed a few mouthfuls of steamed buns. In the spare two or three minutes, I spread a layer of sesame paste and white sugar in the steamed buns.Then ride to school.On the road, I often meet female students in the same class or the same grade. Under the morning sun, their "Dai Liang" or "Georgette" small gowns are swaying translucently. It is easy to know whether they are wearing a bra or not. The clasp is still fastened with a hook.Come to think of it, this translucent swing was a hundred times more lewd than the adult videos in the drawer. If the girl is too ugly, I will step over and let them see my handsome figure and brand-new maroon plastic-soled cloth shoes.If you look good and the weather is good, just strike up a few words and ride along the way. Under the sun in the morning, the color of girls' hair is different from other times. No riots, no earthquakes, and classes must always be held during the day.Math teachers always treat students as mentally handicapped because they are mentally handicapped.In order to explain the concept of negative numbers, the mathematics teacher walked up and down on the concrete floor in the classroom: "I took three steps forward, and I took four steps back. How many steps did I take in total?" People can be divided into three categories: literary young men, literary young women, and unmotivated youth.All Chinese teachers love literature and art. They secretly write novels, prose and poetry, and strive to publish in newspapers. They use their temperament to make up for their congenital defects in body and appearance.Our Chinese teacher is a little old lady wearing little black glasses. She has a restrained spirit and a resolute expression. She secretly writes romance novels and publishes a few lines of hazy poems in the Beijing Evening News Wusetu Literature and Art Supplement every now and then.The few confidants she always gives high marks to are proficient in two rhetorical methods: parallelism and personification.Our Chinese teacher said that parallelism is used for discussion and has momentum.Anthropomorphism is used to express emotions and have emotional appeal.I think it is difficult for the Chinese teacher to kill me in writing. Since I was a child, I feel that writing is like clay, and it is fun to knead.When I was young, I loved Chairman Mao, and I recited his poems: "If you are confident that you will live for two hundred years, you will be hit by water for three thousand miles." I don't think Bai Juyi's "knowing the rhyme at the age of nine" is nothing special.Furthermore, Li Bai, who loved Chairman Mao's rewards, recited "Bai Yujing in the sky, five floors and twelve cities", and felt that Chairman Mao really liked it for some reason.When I was most self-motivated, I tried anthropomorphic techniques when I wrote the essay "Feelings in the Garden": "In the corner of the park, there is a pond. There is a willow tree by the pond, and a goldfish in the pond. I am like an underwater fish playing with the waves, and you are like Chi Bianliu molested me." Little Black Glasses Chinese teacher immediately slapped me to death with a brick, and commented as follows: "Low style, evil mind, serious hooligan tendencies. Parents are advised to confiscate all their bad extracurricular books and subscribe to Beijing Evening News ", especially intensive reading of the five-color soil supplement, to guide their spirituality and express their talents, so as not to fall into a wrong path." I take a lunch at school, eight five yuan a month, one meat, two vegetables, three taels of rice.I go home to eat at night, and I often have homework to deal with after dinner.I can sleep in on weekends, and then borrow my sister’s monthly pass to take the bus for a stroll. My sister is thick and thick, and I am handsome. I added a mustache to the photo of her monthly pass. After a while, the conductor couldn't tell the difference.If my father was at home, he would take me to Xinhua Bookstore, because he thought I was a plastic material.One of my father's hobbies is sharpening knives. He grinds everything that can be sharpened into knives, such as steel rulers, steel bars, and steel pipes.I also drilled two holes, added wooden handles, and occasionally carved a pattern or a sentence.Dad thinks that I am a plastic material, which means that I can also be ground into a knife with a wooden handle. I don't want to buy a single book.The uncles and aunts who wrote fiction and prose at that time suffered from permanent euphoria.In their eyes, night does not exist, the sky is always blue, and girls are always strong.The situation in the motherland is like taking hundreds of tons of aphrodisiac medicine, which makes it stiff, and it will not work if you want to be weak for a while.Popular science books often follow the path of "One Hundred Thousand Whys", telling you what the two hundred digits of pi are after the decimal point, and compiling classical Chinese homophonic passages to help you remember, what is "a temple on the top of a mountain and a pot of wine, you are happy to boil me", saying Once you remember it, you can show off to your classmates, with a low style and a dark mind. "Brain Brain Grandpa" looks like our mentally handicapped math teacher, with a lack of brain.I tossed and turned, still don’t understand why I like to lie on the balcony and look down at the big cart, Erche’s green and white scalp and glossy black hair, imagining their smell, and then “The little white rabbit is white and white, the two carts One ear pricked up." The old gangster Kong Jianguo is the light in my boring life. The old hooligan Kong Jianguo has no serious job, always hangs around in front of buildings in the street, but sometimes he disappears suddenly for a while, and then reappears after a few months or half a year, with many scars on his face or gold watches on his wrists .The old rascal Kong Jianguo also wore a blue jacket, a green military uniform, and plastic-soled cloth shoes, but he rolled up his cuffs, did not fasten his style buttons, and never put his shoes on the back. With a fierce light, it is different from others.Years later, when I watched a fashion show, the male models walked out of the stage one by one with great temperament. Everyone was deliberately angry, their eyes were wide open, as if they had made up their minds to catch whoever was killed.I suddenly thought of the old gangster Kong Jianguo, and I couldn't help laughing, as if I saw constipated castrated cats imitating tigers with fierce eyes. Kong Jianguo, an old rogue, lives with his brother and sister-in-law.My elder brother is an absolute man of duty. He is honest and talks little. He wears dark blue overalls with four pockets all day long and oils his hands.The sister-in-law is a powerful character, and she is never confused in her small part.The elder brother worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, except that he must give the old rascal Kong Jianguo a bed to sleep in, and listened to his sister-in-law in everything.My sister-in-law knows that when honest people talk about principles, they cannot be subdued by force, but there is only one room, and three people cannot always live together.What is the reputation of the old gangster Kong Jianguo?The little kids outside have already started singing ballads, "There is nothing better than dumplings, and there is nothing better than sister-in-law".Because he lived on the first floor, my sister-in-law forced my brother to build a small brick room outside the building to sleep in the old gangster Kong Jianguo, regardless of the street committee's threat to impose a fine.There was a small window in the small room, which leaked rain in summer and wind in winter. A wire was pulled from the building and a 25-watt electric light was connected. My sister-in-law didn’t turn on the switch to limit the power, and it stayed on for a long time. A half-child like me who is several miles away has never seen a cave, never seen a hermit, never seen a wizard, never seen a robber, never seen a Shaolin monk, never seen a Jiang bandit spy, so I put everything to " The reverence and admiration of "weird power and chaotic gods" are all applied to the old rogue Kong Jianguo and his little house.We knocked on the door of the old rogue Kong Jianguo and listened to the old rogue Kong Jianguo tell the story of the past.We covered a wide range of topics: boxing techniques, internal strength, the manufacture of cold weapons, the preparation of gunpowder, how to be beaten, how to beat people until their internal organs bleed but cannot be seen from the outside, how to become famous in one battle and become famous in two days, who beats who Forked, who took what kind of wife, who took whose love.When the weather was cold, we stayed in the small room of the old rascal Kong Jianguo, with the "People's Daily" from half a year ago and the calendars of foreign girls with big tits and thighs pasted on the walls. A few pieces of sweet potatoes, and sit a pot of hot water on top.When the weather gets warmer, a few brats huddle together in a small room, and the smell tends to be rancid, so we move them under the locust tree among the buildings, but more often, we go to the air-raid shelter. We sincerely thank Chairman Mao and the generals who founded the country, thank them for their nostalgia for the war years they have experienced, and call for "digging deep holes to accumulate food". We have air-raid shelters.The war is still breathing in the sky, and it will spread like a tide, glide like a bat, and sneak like a snail.The danger is still there, the violence is still there.We know the bomb shelter better than anyone.The world on earth belongs to those uncles and aunts who write novels and essays. There is no night, the sky is always blue, and girls are always strong.The underground world belongs to the old rascal Kong Jianguo and us. There is no night, no blue sky, no healthy and strong girls, and time is as thick as a paste. We carefully guard the entrances to air-raid shelters, large and small, within our sphere of influence.We are not afraid of policemen and street aunts.The policemen in our area were not armed with bare hands, and they were all frightened.Slogans were painted on the walls of the police station: "It is illegal to rob a police car, and you will be imprisoned for beating a policeman," "It is not allowed to make private guns, and it is not allowed to hide ammunition."They dare not go out when it is dark, and most of them copy the kebabs and sweets stalls set up by Xinjiang people on the street.A true Xinjiang native, who can't speak Chinese well, rides an unlicensed tricycle on which there is an iron rack for kebabs or sliced ​​cakes made of dried apricots and nuts.No one dares to mess with these people.These Xinjiang people carry at least two knives on their body, a machete in their waist, and a small knife in their boots.The street aunt wears a red armband on her left arm, fastened with a paper clip, and takes care of all the places that the police can't take care of.Among them, Aunt Hu is the best, with big breasts and belly, and never wears a bra.Aunt Hu has bound feet, but she is born with supernatural powers, and can kick open a door bolt of average quality with one kick.According to the local chronicles of Tuanjiehu Lake, in broad daylight, during working hours of the factory, Aunt Hu broke into the factory and arrested at most five couples of adulterers and adulterers in one month.Once, just after dark, Aunt Hu followed the smell of smoke to find her, and almost entered the air-raid shelter. Fortunately, Liu Jingwei was among the few people who smoked secretly. Rushed to the entrance of the air-raid shelter, greeted Aunt Hu, stuck out her tongue, which was as long as a foot, and shone the flashlight on her head from bottom to top. What we are afraid of are adults like parents, who are full of sense of justice for the reason that we are afraid that we will learn bad things.The big hole is often covered by an old cast iron cover, and we put a row of bricks in the middle of the iron cover as a ping pong table, and often pretend to fight back and forth, but the adults don't care.There is no way around the small hole, so I piled some random stones around it, dug a few traps one foot deep, defecated and urinated in it, inserted some sharpened bamboo sticks upside down or put a large mousetrap, making it messy and smelly It is so dangerous that most people dare not approach it. When we first occupied the air-raid shelter, we surveyed in all directions.The entrance of the table tennis hole is called the "big black hole" by us. It is at the corner of the building complex, surrounded by two big locust trees. There is little light during the day, and it is even darker at night.A few of us struggled to remove the cast iron cover, revealing the concrete steps. Below the steps was a dark hole. Our investigation started from the "big black hole".Liu Jingwei walked in the front with a Tiger Head brand flashlight in one hand and a plastic compass in the other.He slung a geology bag, made of canvas, worn and water-resistant. On the side of the bag, there were two loops for hanging a geology hammer. A geology hammer with a pointed end and a flat end was hung on it. There were eight spare batteries for the flashlight in the bag.Liu Jingwei's elder brother majored in geology, and these outfits were equipped by his elder brother for Liu Jingwei.More than ten years later, Liu Jingwei invited me to afternoon tea at the Beijing American Club and showed me the COHIBA brand cigars of different sizes and sizes in his private cigar drawer with constant temperature and moisture.He rubbed the thick COHIBA back and forth under his nostrils, and brushed against COHIBA's body involuntarily with his never trimmed nose hair.Liu Jingwei's eyes drifted away from COHIBA and his nose hair, and he looked out of the window erratically, and outside the window was the city shrouded in pollution.Liu Jingwei sighed softly and long, and told me slowly that the first time he felt happy in life was when we were surveying the air-raid shelter and he walked in the front in professional equipment. At that time, we decided to take the "big black hole" as the center, explore a thousand steps in each of the four directions of the southeast, northwest, choose a direction first, and when we encounter a detour, we will go to the next detour and continue to the selected direction according to the instructions of the compass. pull.A thousand steps to the north, you will arrive at the non-staple food store. There are small bags of jujube noodles, four cents, and strange-flavored beans, five cents. If the air-raid shelter is directly connected to the non-staple food store, the jujube noodles and strange-flavored beans can be opened every night have eaten.A thousand steps to the west, we will arrive at our middle school. If the air-raid shelter is directly connected to the playground, skipping classes will be convenient.A thousand steps to the south is the Tuanjie Lake Park. I dare not explore further, for fear that if I open a door, the lake will pour in.A thousand steps to the east, there is a small factory, and further to the countryside, where the children all have a sickle, and life is hard, so they don't cherish the present world, and fight to the death.At that time, we thought, if within a thousand steps of this area, the underground is ours, it would be awesome enough.Liu Jingwei's flashlight was on and off, and we walked deep and shallow. The air-raid shelter was very dry, and the thick floating dust on the ground creaked and covered the feet.I have good eyesight, and I can see more than ten steps away even in the dark. I walked behind the team and was responsible for maintaining the formation and counting the number of steps.The old rascal Kong Jianguo walked beside me, with a smile on his face and without making a sound, he followed the team.Only when a man named Zhang Guodong thought Liu Jingwei's flashlight was not bright enough and struck a big match, the old gangster Kong Jianguo rushed over, blew out the match, and said sharply: "I don't want my life? It exploded inside, Kill and bury." Not long afterward, news came from the west city that five and a half boys were smoking cigarettes and lighting wildfires in the air-raid shelter, and poked the explosives hidden in the cave. Four of them died, and one had a leg blown off. Crawled out and took a life.Since then, all conspicuous air-raid shelter openings in West City have been welded shut with iron plates.Later, I discovered by accident that the old gangster Kong Jianguo was very familiar with these air-raid shelters a long time before us. Now that I think about it, his expression with a half-hearted smile is almost like a tour guide.What happened in these air-raid shelters and the hidden secrets were far beyond my most exaggerated imagination at the time. The survey results were not ideal. After walking about 500 steps towards the non-staple food store, they encountered a wall. The staff of the non-staple food store must have sealed the air-raid shelter from the other side in order to protect the jujube noodles and strange-flavored beans. .To the west, it leads to the school. There are several large rooms filled with broken tables, chairs and benches, and there is a blackboard on one wall.My beautiful imagination was shattered. I thought that fighting a war would be like summer vacation, even more beautiful than summer vacation. I didn’t even have summer homework.But these air-raid shelters in front of us must be wartime classrooms, and we still have classes to prepare for the wartime college entrance examination.I heard that the air-raid shelters on the west side of the mountain were dug on a larger scale, and several mountains were hollowed out, and no trees grew on the mountains.Wartime universities must have been located there.There is no way to go south, but to the east to the small factory, the exit of the air-raid shelter is the factory's waste dump, which is the most valuable thing we found.For a long time after that, we worked piecemeal and sold scrap copper and iron at the scrap collection station as our cigarette money and meals in small restaurants.We walked in the burrow without any sense of guilt in our hearts. We were reusing waste. The country didn't use it, so we used it.Later, it was reported that this factory was going to be bought by the Americans. We were more reasonable. Instead of cheap capitalists, it is better to meet the natural physiological needs of socialist teenagers. Zhang Guodong found a cart, and we pulled all the copper and iron overnight. gone. Not much was found in the air-raid shelter, a few leftover tin cans and a few rotten magazines.At a bend quite close to the mouth of the "big black hole", Liu Jingwei came across a small pile of light yellow rubber, which looked like a deflated balloon or a rubber glove without a palm.That was the first time I saw a condom and it made me sick.Just like spitting is not disgusting, but it is disgusting to collect all the sputum spit up in the past two weeks in a steamer.Maybe Mrs. Hu's kicks are too strong, and the dogs and men who are afraid of being caught and raped in the bed have come here.Liu Jingwei is one year old and has more experience than us. He claimed to have seen photos of naked women a long time ago, and raised his own question: "Here, there is no bed here, and it is so dirty. How do you practice?" The hooligan Kong Jianguo said quietly from behind: "Except for people, there is no other living thing lying face to face." I understand that the male toad hugs the female toad's waist from behind, and the male wild horse hugs the female wild horse's waist from behind. There is no need for a bed, but a place for the female toad and the female wild horse to hold hands.After a long period of investigation, at a fork in an air-raid shelter near a military compound, we found a food storage room, which contained compressed biscuits piled up like hills, harder than stones.After that, many teenage children fought with their parents and ran away from home, and they all gathered here.Take a kettle, bring some water in, you can eat, drink and have a place to sleep. It is quieter than a train station or a long-distance bus station.Not afraid of wind and rain, no need to identify men's and women's toilets for urinating and defecating, saving worry and trouble.