Of course, Zhu Fugui would not understand the meme "You recognize me as your elder brother, I will teach you how to comb the score". Based on his IQ, he only knows that Aaron Kwok's four or six points are the most fashionable now, but his big face is the watermelon head and burr head.

Song Zhichao was too lazy to explain the "essence" of this sentence to him, but just greeted him: "Now you just pack up your things, let's leave here and leave this factory!"

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't you just say that you believe me? Since you believe me, don't ask."

"Oh!" Zhu Fugui scratched his head and began to work hard to pack up his things.

This enamel teapot is to be taken.

This pillow and bedding are also required.

Take the washbasin towel.

Take all the clothes, shoes, socks.

Oh yes, you should also take the hidden malted milk semen.

Think about what else to get?

Zhu Fugui began to pick up the bottles, bottles, nails, nail clippers, glass marble lighters... they all took them all.

For Zhu Fugui, he couldn't even throw away something big as sesame.

While Zhu Fugui was packing his luggage, Song Zhichao was also packing his own things.

Unlike Zhu Fugui, he wants to take everything and can't bear to throw away anything.

For Song Zhichao, he didn't want to take anything, and he felt that everything was in trouble when he saw it. So he just roughly looked through his own items.

Pillows and mattresses, throw them away.

Old clothes and shoes, throw away.

Some old martial arts novels, Chen Qingyun's "Black Sect" by Wolongsheng's "Flying Swallow Shocking Dragon", and the fake Jin Yong's "Witch Jianghu" by throwing away.

In addition, Song Zhichao found another notebook with the cover of "Study hard, improve every day".

When I opened it, I saw that the thick book was full of words. It seemed that "Song Zhichao" was a very popular person.

But soon Song Zhichao became embarrassed because most of the contents were "Ah, oh, oh..."

Song Zhichao once again admired his "ex-in-law". How idle he is. If he doesn't work hard and earns his wife's book, he has such perseverance and copied so many "exciting" clips. It seems that he has been renting a bookstore to study such books.

In fact, the book rental business in this era is very prosperous. Not to mention anything else, even some very remote small counties have many book rental stores that have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, let alone here.

This is the south and the frontier of reform and opening up.

Tens of millions of workers are coming, and they can usually have three or four activities for leisure and entertainment, including video halls, billiards rooms, ice skating rinks, and renting books.

The woman rents Qiong Yao Cen Kairen, and the man rents Liang Jingu.

When a girl was in love, she rented Qiong Yao's "A Paradise of Fire" and rented Cen Kairen's "Dream of Spring".

If a man is introverted, he will start to dabble in some fake writers' books. Anyway, he will not let himself go bankrupt if he rents a dime a day.

Song Zhichao shook his head and threw the notebook into the trash can on the ground.

At this time, a photo fell out of the notebook.

Song Zhichao bent down and picked up the photo, bounced it, and looked carefully, it was a private photo of his ex-girlfriend "Tian Xiaoli".

In the photo, Tian Xiaoli leaned against the big locust tree, wearing a beautiful little flower jacket, combed with black and shiny braids, with a shy look. Even through the photo, you can feel her girlish silly.

Immediately, many life fragments emerged in Song Zhichao's mind.

When I was a child, a group of children were playing happily in the autumn fields, waving their net bags in their hands, and catching the grasshopper hiding under the corn stalk.

After catching the grasshopper, everyone took off the wings, took the tiles, dripped sesame oil and sprinkled salt, put the grasshoppers on the soil pit, stuffed firewood and fryed it.

Song Zhichao caught the most fragrant fried grasshoppers, and Tian Xiaoli made the most delicious fried grasshoppers, so the little friends laughed at them as their father and their mother, because only their parents care about their food and drink.

A little bigger, by the small lake, the buffalo rolled in the mud, covered with thick mud, as if wearing a thick piece of armor to avoid being bitten by mosquitoes.

Song Zhichao and Tian Xiaoli were picking water chestnuts in the mud together.

Picking water chestnuts is Tian Xiaoli's favorite job. The cooked water chestnuts are hidden in the mud, and they kick away barefoots in the soft and smooth mud. If you accidentally, oh, a hard lump appears under your feet. You bent down and touched it with your hands, a fat water chestnut was touched out. You casually took the water chestnuts and washed them in clean water, threw them into your mouth, crispy.

More often, there is no need to bend down to take it out. You just need to use your toes to grab the water chestnuts and directly out of the mud. In the evening, it is time to go home when you have touched a bag of water chestnuts. Facing the gorgeous sunset and holding the slow buffalo, Tian Xiaoli hummed the song and walked in front, and Song Zhichao walked behind. Looking at the rows of footprints left by her bare feet in the mud, Song Zhichao's heart was a little dazed. He carefully put his barefoot into the footprints, and his mind was waving and he felt itchy in his heart.

Growing up, a boy and a girl are childhood sweethearts.

The boy failed the college entrance examination and was depressed. The girl who knew that he was frustrated took him outside to relax.

Near the garden, someone set up a stall to take photos on the roadside.

The girl pulled him to take a photo again, but he was in a bad mood and was reluctant to take one. The girl had to take one alone.

After the photos were washed, she sent them over and told him that it was no big deal if he couldn't get into school. She could go to the south to work together. When he made more money, he would come back to build a house. When the house was built, he would marry him by himself!

Fearing that the boy would not believe it, the girl wrote a sentence at the back of the photo: "Tian Xiaoli will only marry Song Zhichao in this life, so this is proved!"

These scenes flashed through my mind.

Song Zhichao came to his senses and turned the photo back with his hands. Sure enough, there was a row of beautiful small characters behind the photo.

Song Zhichao frowned slightly, not knowing what it felt in his heart.

As a person who has experienced his past life, he has never experienced unforgettable love, and of course he does not understand the difficult love between "Song Zhichao" and "Tian Xiaoli".

But he knew one thing very well.

It turns out that I used to like someone like this.

Very subtle and magical.

However, at this moment, Song Zhichao knew more clearly that he had to do something, to be precise, to do something for his "ex-in-law", Song Zhichao, that is, return this photo to Tian Xiaoli.

The reason is simple, it is not a photo, but a promise.

Since she has divided, Song Zhichao doesn't want her to bear too much.

Thinking of this, Song Zhichao sighed softly, carefully put the photo away and put it in his arms.

At this time, his cousin Zhu Fugui said behind him: "Cousin, I'm packing up, you can see first."
Chapter completed!