Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 398: Do you need a cut?

Yang Xiaole looked at Gu Lan not far away and asked curiously: "Where is Tiezhu? Why didn't he come? Didn't we agree to come together today?"

Gu Lan held the edge of the seat and complained to him: "Forget it, he went to participate in the parade. He agreed to come, but he didn't come. It's true."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole just said "oh" softly.

There will be activists everywhere.

Not to mention other people, just the group of people who came here to play, if it weren’t for the parades that take place almost every day, these people would probably have gone there too.

To be honest, it’s no wonder these people are so motivated.

Over the years, he had been reading newspapers, conveying ideas, and attending meetings every now and then, which made him a little excited.

Not to mention these people who were born and raised in this environment.

When the car arrived at the zoo, many people got off.

Fifteen kilometers outside the city.

When approaching the Summer Palace, people looked at the National People's Congress, Peking University, and Qingdao University passing by.

Many people are yearning for it. This is the school they will go to in the future. It may not be this one, it may be another school, or even a school from other places.

But their aspirations cannot be hindered.

After all, these are people with half a foot in college.

This is the confidence coming from a key middle school.

When the car arrived at the Old Summer Palace, there were young people on the car shouting: "We young people should go and see the Old Summer Palace, this place that was once burned down by the Western powers. They..."

The impassioned shouting made Gu Lan and others hesitate.

"Xiao Le, let's go take a look too!"

Compared with the Summer Palace where you can enjoy the beautiful scenery, the Yuanmingyuan, which is completely ruined and has only ruins left, can touch the hearts of literary and artistic young people more.

It was Gu Lan who asked the question.

Yang Xiaole looked at the car and finally shook his head: "Let's go to the Summer Palace!"

I finally went out to play and met a group of people like this. It was inevitable that I would hear such words after a while.

Too bad.

I came out to have fun today, not to suffer.

Seeing this, several other people thought about it and let it go.

There were a lot fewer people on the bus at this time, but there were still quite a few people.

After a while, the car arrived near the entrance of the Summer Palace. After all, the two places were close to each other and not too far apart.

This is also the last stop.

At the intersection, groups of people had just arrived. Some were walking together towards the park, while others were waiting there.

Everyone rushed towards the park laughing and joking.

North Palace Gate.

This is the gate through which several people can enter. There are many gates in the Summer Palace, and each gate has a ticket office.

The ticket price is not expensive, the same price as the zoo is five cents.

The parks you can visit in the city now are actually not expensive. The most expensive ones only cost five cents, while the cheaper ones cost two or three cents. Many of them are free of charge.

This is a two-story gatehouse facing south and facing north, with a width of seven rooms.

"Hey, I brought a camera! We'll take pictures later."

While thinking, Feng Aijun took out a seagull camera from his backpack and shook it at several people.

Seeing this, everyone was excited.

"Really!"

Gu Lan and the others gathered around with smiles.

Feng Aijun smiled when he saw this: "But let's agree first! You have to pay for the photo development yourself, I can't afford it."

Gu Lan saw this and asked, "How much?"

When they go out to play, the photos they take must be large and must be very expensive.

"Two 6-inch sheets cost 5 cent each. It's mine when you hand in the paper. But I only brought 1 sheets for fear of being exposed, so everyone should use them sparingly!!"

Hearing the price, Gu Lan hesitated.

But he still said: "We will take a group photo later, and I will take another photo with Yingying, that will be enough."

The photos are all taken in two sheets, and this is the starting point.

Just this, it already costs one dollar, but if it's divided between two people, fifty cents is acceptable, but it's not too expensive.

Others also echoed and made it clear how much it would cost.

Yang Xiaole watched from the side.

In fact, cameras are really not expensive. There are only about 30 domestically produced cameras now. The most expensive thing is the cost of handing in the paper and developing them.

It's better now.

In the past, the price was the same when you took and submitted the papers yourself. After the introduction of high-priced products in 62, in order to stimulate consumption, the price of developing photos was reduced.

In the past, the 6-inch ones cost 4 yuan and 8 pieces, but now they only cost one-tenth of the price.

At this price, you can’t just take any photo you want!
He looked at Hua Yourong next to him.

He saw the other party quietly put away the camera.

For a wealthy family, a camera worth more than 30 yuan is still affordable, not to mention that he can also buy imported cameras at Qiaohui Store.

"It's okay, nothing to be embarrassed about!"

Facing Hua Yourong, he smiled and comforted her.

Seeing this, Hua Yourong smiled and nodded, thinking of something and asked: "Hey, you are such a person, you don't even know what I said last night. It's so exciting, it's better to say I didn't say anything!"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole nodded seriously: "Well, you didn't say anything."

"Oh, you are so annoying. Tell me, what did you say?"

Hua Yourong punched him angrily.

He said with a pout.

Others watched the two people playing there with different attitudes.

It is no exaggeration to say that Hua Yourong is one of the school beauties now. It is estimated that more than half of the people in the class have their crush on her.

It's just that no one dares to confess.

Confession at this time was limited to writing letters to express feelings in poetry.

As for Yang Xiaole...

It would not be wrong to say that he is the favorite of many girls.

He is handsome, has good grades, and is affable.

The most important thing is that he is still handsome, especially his handsome face with a smile on his face all day long.

But many women are attracted by it.

Let’s just say I’m not aware. I also participated in various school activities and ideological education, although not as much as those activists.

But if you want to say that he is a backward ideological element, it really doesn't make sense.

"Hey, stop looking! I can't even pull my eyes out!"

Gu Lan looked at Guan Yingying who was in a daze and whispered.

It has been three or four years since the two became good friends. In fact, she already knew what her good friends were thinking.

"what?"

Guan Yingying came back to her senses, then reacted and glanced in Yang Xiaole's direction.

I was relieved when I saw that he didn't pay attention.

Looking at Gu Lan with a teasing expression, she immediately tickled: "What nonsense are you talking about! Let's see if you dare to say it next time!"

So long.

She is also aware of the opponent's weaknesses.

Gu Lan was already on guard and ran away with a smile.

Seeing this, the others slowly entered the North Palace Gate and entered inside.

April is the season when spring flowers bloom and it is also the most beautiful season.

Yang Xiaole watched these people having fun and followed them in with his accordion on his back.

As he walked, he muttered to the others: "You are just hurting people. Everyone is empty-handed, and you let me carry the accordion on my back. It's not tiring!"

They all regret listening to these guys.

"With your physique, you still have the nerve to say you're tired when you're carrying such a small amount of stuff!"

Feng Aijun muttered with a smile.

He raised the camera in his hand: "Classmate Yang Xiaole, you are so enlightened! Serving the people, how can you say you are tired! Look, I am tired holding this!"

Yang Xiaole also expressed approval.

He picked up the accordion, grabbed him, and came directly to put it around his neck.

"Serve the people! Take it! If it breaks, please pay me!"

After that, he left empty-handed.

"Hey, I still want to take pictures!"

"Oh, that's right!"

Yang Xiaole nodded in approval, and then walked over, just when Feng Aijun thought he was going to take it away.

I saw that the camera in my hand had been taken away.

"I'll take pictures!"

Just take it and leave.

This action made the people accompanying him burst into laughter!

No one cared about poor Feng Aijun. When he came to Suzhou Street, Yang Xiaole smiled and said: "Whoever wants to take pictures, I will take them for you! Thirty pieces of film, four for each person, and a few left for group photos."

"Hey, there are only thirty cards. Do you know how to do arithmetic? Your math and physical education teacher taught it, right?"

This sentence was often used by Yang Xiaole to mock him.

Now it can finally be used to counterattack.

When Yang Xiaole saw this, he smiled and said, "Because classmate Hua Yourong also brought a camera! She also has thirty photos. Please do the math again. There are eleven of us in total. Did I make a mistake?"

After that, see if there is a suitable place to take pictures.

Feng Aijun looked at Hua Yourong and felt discouraged for a while.

It seems like he's just talking, but I've never fucked this guy before.

Everyone laughed and started taking pictures.

After crossing the long bridge of the Summer Palace made of white marble, we came to Suzhou Street, passed through the Four Major Continents, and passed through Longevity Mountain...

Yang Xiaole looked at Suzhou's garden-style ancient buildings, the four continents of Buddhist culture, and Wanshou Mountain, and all he saw was a once-glorious cultural atmosphere.

It can really be said that visiting a place is equivalent to a small scenic spot.

It’s a pity that in another two years, these things will basically be invisible. If you look at it again, it doesn't taste like this anymore.

"Hey, Xiaole, how can we not play a song at such a beautiful moment! Come on, play a song and let's sing."

Feng Aijun found the opportunity and handed the accordion to him with a smile.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole suddenly said: "Oh, have you grown a brain? Okay, let's play a song."

In Feng Aijun's resentful eyes, he took over the accordion.

It's just a joke, he can't let the other party hold it for him all the time.

Feng Aijun was not happy and suffered another loss.

But he wasn't really unhappy, so he shook off his thoughts and hurriedly answered when Yang Xiaole asked what to sing.

"Return from singing target practice."

Yang Xiaole heard this and thought for a moment, "Change it!"

Listening to famous songs in school every day is not enough!
"Then...it's a sunny day. It's just a time for men and women to sing a chorus."

Gu Lan spoke.

Yang Xiaole thought about it and felt that it was okay. The main reason is that many of the songs nowadays have the same tune, and there are not many types of songs that can be heard.

"Okay, I'll do it, Feng Aijun, Liu Heping, you guys start..."

"Hey, good..."

"Dang Dang Dang..."

As the sound of the accordion came, Feng Aijun and others began to sing at the top of their lungs.

"It's a sunny day in Jiujiu, hey hey...get ready, sing..."

"That sunny day is coming in Jiujiu
My eighteen-year-old brother is sitting by the river
The east wind blows that
Where does the windmill turn?

The broad beans are fragrant and the wheat seedlings are fresh.
......"

The group of people rushed towards other scenic spots on the roadside, which attracted a lot of people watching.

"

……

Where does the windmill turn with the east wind?
Brother is thinking about Xiao Yinglian

Depending on the direction of the wind, it may be difficult for the car to turn.
How can I speak if I haven’t made up my mind?
......"

Naturally, girls are not bad, but they sing more tastefully than boys.

"This is the sound of J-level wealth. Brother, sister, the world is declining."

Suddenly, a discordant sound came from not far away.

This voice extinguished everyone's joy.

When Yang Xiaole saw this, he frowned and stopped singing. Naturally, he also stopped the music.

I saw that the other party was all wearing military green uniforms, with armed belts on their waists and military caps on their heads.

There were six people in total, about the same age as them.

Looking at the other people, Yang Xiaole frowned: "Which school do you belong to? It's none of your business what we sing. Isn't it right?"

If it were two years later, he would really not dare to say this in front of so many people.

But it wasn't that serious then and now.

As he spoke, he handed the accordion to Gu Lan next to him: "Get it."

There are a total of six men in my class, and there are also six in the other party, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Feng Aijun frowned and said, "Hey, Xiaole, they are from 101 Middle School."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole knew which school it was.

101 Middle School, also known as a military compound school, requires students to live on campus from the beginning of admission. It adopts a semi-military management system. You have to get up at : in the morning to run.

Lights are turned off at 8:30 p.m., and all instructions are carried out by sounding trumpets.

Because most of the middle school students are children from the military compound.

The location is right next door to the Old Summer Palace, next to Qingdao University and Peking University.

When the people opposite saw this, they rolled up their sleeves and said, "Mom, your mouth is so stinky, I will clean it up for you today."

"You son of a bitch..."

None of the accents are from Sijiucheng.

Some have a southern accent, and some have a Sichuan accent.

Seeing that a fight was about to begin, a group of people immediately hid far away.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole also threw his cross-body bag to Hua Yourong: "Stay away. After the fight is over in a while, go to their school and ask them, is this how their school educates students? So rude? "

This was actually meant for the other person to hear.

He was never afraid of a fight.

But there were so many people, and he didn't want to implicate other people because of his words.

I just heard that sentence and felt a little unhappy, so I said it out loud.

Sure enough, these words made the other party pause for a moment.

Fighting is normal. I have never seen someone so shameless and still going to school after the fight.

Their school is very strict.

If you win, you won't necessarily be praised. If you lose, you will definitely be unlucky when you go back.

In short, as long as it hits the school, no matter whether you win or lose, you will be unlucky.

"Still not a man?"

The leading young man came over and mocked.

Yang Xiaole smiled nonchalantly: "You don't need to know whether I'm a man or not. If you want to fight, just fight. Just don't cry when you lose."

"Victory, beat him up. Challenge him to a duel."

Someone behind me said something.

After hearing this, Kong Shengli's eyes lit up. It would be unlucky to fight in a group, but not in a one-on-one fight!
Then he gestured to him: "If you have the guts to fight in a one-on-one fight!"

When Feng Aijun and others saw this, they touched their foreheads.

For more than three years, these people knew a little bit about Yang Xiaole. At least Li Baoguo, a "master" in wrestling, couldn't defeat Yang Xiaole.

But I am also a little worried, after all, I don’t know the details of these people.

When Yang Xiaole saw this, he looked at a few people and hooked up with one hand: "Okay, come on! I won't beat you up when you say admit defeat."

Kong Shengli wiped his hat and threw it to the person next to him.

He moved his body and smiled: "I hope your skills will be as hard as your mouth in a while."

Then he made a wrestling pose.

"Huo, old BJ slapped me!"

Yang Xiaole chuckled lightly and made a similar gesture.

Compared with martial arts, wrestling is more popular here, and fighting is more practical.

The reason why it is practical is not because it is powerful.

But when fighting in the city, unless there are life and death enemies, they usually don't use weapons and have a certain attitude.

Wrestling is a great tool.

If there is someone in the class who knows it, he naturally knows a little bit about it. He knows everything!

Isn't it just a comparison?

While thinking, I saw the other party coming over and rotating around the center point.

How could Yang Xiaole care about him? He wanted to fight quickly, forming a circle with his hands to grab the opponent's hand.

Kong Shengli is obviously a person who often fights.

He also reacted, obviously he had been trained in the system.

He also grabbed Yang Xiaole's arm, and then prepared to throw him from his back.

"hehe!"

Yang Xiaole smiled, did not resist, and was thrown over.

But his lower body was so stable that he didn't fall down. He rolled over the opponent's back and landed smoothly.

His legs were crossed, and when Kong Shengli was not stable, he also threw him over his shoulder.

"Bang~"

Kong Shengli was not so lucky this time and was smashed onto the brick ground.

"Hiss!! Ouch~~"

He didn't get up all of a sudden.

What's the point of a fight where you and I go back and forth for dozens of rounds?
Basically, seize the opportunity and give the other party a hard blow.

Then get up and continue working.

"Victory, victory?"

Several of the other party's companions were shouting and hurried over to take a look.

"fine!"

The other party was helped to stand up and muttered despite the pain.

Shameful, so shameful.

Yang Xiaole clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Do you still want to fight? Who wants to fight?"

When the other people saw this, they looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't say anything.

Kong Shengli was already considered an expert at wrestling and fighting in school, but he never expected to be able to fight.

When Yang Xiaole saw this, he looked at the other party and saw that it was not a big problem.

Then he straightened his clothes and said, "Okay, do what you have to do! If you have nothing to do, go home and don't disturb other people's mood."

After saying that, he came to Hua Yourong and took the backpack over.

He muttered to the others: "Okay, let's go, let's go to the next place."

At this time, everyone watching the fun nearby also dispersed.

"Damn, who is this? So cruel?"

After they left, one of the few people asked.

"I heard them say it before, it seems like he is from No. 8 Middle School!"

These words made Kong Shengli frown, and then muttered: "Mom, don't let me find the opportunity, otherwise, I will have to find my place again."

It's so embarrassing today.

Originally, they were planning to come over and strike up a conversation.

Because there were two pretty girls inside, I didn't expect to suffer a loss.

(End of this chapter)