Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

The world suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Like an electric shock, He Zibo's body trembled suddenly, he swallowed, and slowly raised his head, his gaze swept across two sets of black work clothes, and landed on two familiar faces, and the sky was spinning in an instant.

A man and a woman were condescending, staring at He Zibo with cold eyes, as if they were looking at a dead person, and the two almost said in unison: "He Zibo!"

He Zibo's legs were soft, the muscles and bones all over his body twitched, and his wide pupils were filled with terror, and his tongue was frozen: "You, you, Song, Song..."

The middle-aged man on the left said blankly: "He Zibo, your He family has had a comfortable life these few years!"

"No," said the middle-aged woman faintly, "Your life, He Zibo, was exchanged by our husband and wife. Your eldest brother's job was bought from our family property. Your parents’ good reputation is ruining our children. I got it."

"Stepping up on our Song family, your family must feel very proud!" The middle-aged man received.

"But don't you feel guilty of conscience?" The middle-aged woman floated towards He Zibo, her voice becoming more and more lingering: "You will avenge your revenge, be insidious, sinister...

Seeing the middle-aged woman getting closer and closer to him, He Zibo staggered back two steps until his back reached the door of the dormitory. He trembled all over and his mouth was half open: "You, what are you going to do?

The middle-aged man also floated over: "What else can I do? Of course, there is revenge and grievance."

The middle-aged woman stretched out her hands, and her long black nails were clearly reflected in He Zibo’s constricted pupils: “It’s also to blame our husband and wife for saving you such a white-eyed wolf. My three children suffered so many years. , Since you are ungrateful, just give us your life!"

When the couple sang and got together, He Zibo shuddered with fright and shivered like sifting chaff.

escape!

Between the light of calcium carbide and fire, there was only one thought left in his mind.

Thinking of this, he turned around, opened the door, staggered and rushed out.

There was no one in the corridor, and the incandescent lamp above the head was probably short-circuited. Along with the crackling sound, a faint light flashed from the old yellow lampshade from time to time. It was white for a while, yellow for a while, in a blur, giving a kind of The illusion of not seeing the end.

I don’t know how long he ran, He Zibo’s mouth was dry and out of breath, and then his legs were soft, and he fell to the ground with a plop. He raised his ears, and there was still silence around him. , Just when he had the courage to look back and see if the two ghosts were catching up, a male voice suddenly sounded behind him: "I'm tired from running!"

Then there was another female voice: "It just so happens that we are tired too."

He Zibo's face suddenly turned grayish yellow, as if he was dead.

As soon as the voice fell, a cold palm touched the back of his head, and then grabbed his head and twisted it to the right: "Did you see it?"

He Zibo only felt that there was a flower in front of him. When he fixed his eyes, he ran into the empty water room. On the washing table, a faucet closest to him burst out with a splash. After a while, the enamel water was underneath. The basin took a basin of water slowly.

The middle-aged man said, "If our husband and wife hadn't rescued you from the river, you would have drowned a long time ago, but it's not too late now—"

As he said, the middle-aged man grabbed his hair and lifted him from the ground. He Zibo was in pain and wanted to struggle, but he couldn't get away. He looked terrified: "No, no, I can't die... "

The middle-aged man walked to the sink with He Zibo carrying He Zibo.

Seeing his distorted face clearly reflected in the water basin, He Zibo begged for mercy, his nose and tears smeared: "I beg you, Uncle Song, I know it's wrong, I shouldn't... uh..."

The middle-aged man directly pressed his head into the enamel basin.

"Guru...woo..." He Zibo struggled desperately as the water splashed around.

...

"Isn't this He Zibo?"

He only heard a loud bang, and the students in the corridor looked towards the source of the sound subconsciously, only to see He Zibo stumbled out of the dormitory, all embarrassed, and started running down the corridor.

"what happened?"

"do not know."

"Isn't it caused by the school's punishment to get mentally disordered?"

"Punishment, what punishment?"

"Don't you know? I told you..."

Hearing the sound, the students who had been staying in the dormitory also came out one after another, standing on both sides of the corridor, watching He Zibo running back and forth in the corridor desperately.

Some people tried to talk to him out of curiosity, but He Zibo ignored the people at all and just ran on his own.

In this run, it was dozens of back and forth, watching He Zibo tired, even the bile was almost vomiting out, but he still didn't stop, and he didn't mean to take care of others. Gradually, someone figured out a different taste.

"Why do I feel something is wrong?"

"Me too……"

"I don't know why, I have a feeling that he is being chased by something and is busy running for his life?"

"Who, who is chasing him?"

"...Isn't there a ghost?"

"What nonsense, now is a new society, which promotes science..."

"Or, let's stop He Zibo, if he runs like this again, I'm worried that something will happen."

"Okay, you go..."

"I'm not going, didn't you say to promote science, you go."

"I will go if I go!"

While talking, a tall man squeezed out of the crowd. Just when he mustered up his courage to stop the oncoming He Zibo, the other party threw a plop and fell to the ground, his head and the toe of his shoe were only two centimeters apart. .

Without waiting for Ling Gao to recover, He Zibo suddenly turned his head and looked at the water room, struggling to get up from the ground, waving his hands and feet towards the sink.

Then, in the eyes of everyone's doubts, he raised his head and plunged into the water basin.

The owner of the basin was immediately stunned. Didn't he just bend over and tie a shoelace... In a daze, his eyes fell on the stinky socks in the basin, and he subconsciously gave a sharp slap.

Seeing He Zibo struggling desperately, everyone seemed to realize something, and Qi Qi stepped back.

"He, he, he, do you want to get out of the water?"

"It seems so!"

"No one is holding him, right?"

"No, no one."

"Can I—can I take back what I just advocated for science?"

"Then what, now, what should I do?"

"You ask me how do I know!"

As soon as the voice fell, only a whimper was heard, and He Zibo suddenly raised his head from the water, splashing water on the face of the owner of the basin.

...

Just when He Zibo thought he was going to die, he didn't know where his strength came from, put his hands on the wash table, and with a sudden force, he broke free from the **** of the middle-aged man.

escape--

At this moment, the light from the corner of He Zibo's eyes suddenly fell on the door not far away, and under the street light outside the door, it was vaguely visible that the three security guards were talking about something, gesticulating and unhappy.

"Help, help--" He whimpered as he tried his last strength, without thinking about other things, he crawled, stepped on the steps, and stepped out of the door.

...

The owner of the basin almost conditioned his hand to wipe the spray on his face, saying that you might not believe it. When he saw the water mark on his palm, his first thought was not disgusting, but thankful that he was washing socks instead of socks. Panties.

"He Zibo, what are you doing?"

Just when the owner of the basin breathed a sigh of relief, there was a sudden scream in his ear. He raised his head and saw He Zibo running past him like a gust of wind, stepping on the washstand and jumping onto the window sill. Then he jumped over--

After two seconds, or three seconds, only a bang was heard, which instantly smashed the crowd of onlookers.

——Here, but the third floor!

"What are you doing in a daze, quickly, you go to the dormitory, you go to the teacher, and I go to the security guard."

Needless to say since it was a fuss.

...

"It's dinner." Xu Shujian shouted in the kitchen.

"Yeah." Song Fengchen replied, then picked up the three grass men on the coffee table, twisted them together, and threw them into the trash can.

After doing this, he couldn't help blowing a whistle.

This is He Zibo who jumped down on his own, and it has nothing to do with him.