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Chapter 10 Who is the Cripple
Early the next morning, Wen Xiange got up and made a simple breakfast, which was a continuation of the sweet potato porridge from last night, but she put in more rice and fried a Chinese cabbage. Piao planned to run to the town, but she felt dizzy after running for a while, so she had to give up in the end, thinking that her body should not be fully recovered, and she would implement the running plan when she was fully recovered.

When she arrived in the town, according to her memory, she first went to the supply and marketing agency to buy a bottle of canned oranges and a pack of brown sugar, and then bought a toothbrush and a towel. She couldn't put her mouth down. Although the body was still using this toothbrush, her soul was different, and she felt a little nervous.

Originally, she planned to take a stroll around the town. After all, the memory of the original owner was different from the real one, but when she arrived in the town and saw the dusty streets and low houses, she lost interest.

This place is several times dilapidated than the villages in the city she has seen before. There is really nothing to see. As a supply and marketing cooperative with the most complete goods, although there are many things in it, the styles are pitiful, and the styles are all scumbags. , she didn't want to lose her aesthetic view of beautiful things, so she simply stopped shopping.

It was not far from their group to the town, and it took half an hour to walk. She went early and went shopping quickly, so she didn't delay too long. On the way back, the sky that had been cloudy for several days suddenly cleared up.

Looking at the rare sun, Wen Xiange was in a good mood for a while, walking slowly on the country road with things in both hands, and at the same time breathing in the air that was much fresher than decades later, even the panic caused by the sudden death crossing was relieved for a while A few points.

Although this era is not the one she likes, but after all, this is her life for nothing, she should be grateful and live well.

Wen Xiange was humming a ditty while walking slowly, when she suddenly felt someone passing by, she subconsciously turned her head to look, and found that it was a man in his 20s, wearing an army green coat and carrying a large army green backpack on his back.

Song Heping felt that someone was looking at him, and subconsciously turned his head to look at him, staring at Wen Xiange for a moment, then nodded.

Seeing this person nodding towards her, Wen Xiange subconsciously smiled and nodded, then thought about it and found that the other person should know her, but she searched the memory of the original owner and found that she did not know this person.

"You are?" Wen Xiange looked at the other party suspiciously and asked.

"I'm also from the Red Star No. [-] Brigade." Song Heping nodded, and then walked forward slowly.

Wen Xiange spared Rao's head when she heard the words, and found that she still couldn't remember who this person was. Seeing that the other person continued to walk, she could only keep up.

But she looked behind for a while, and found that the man seemed to have a limp on his left leg. Although he walked slowly, it was obvious that when his left foot hit the ground, he lifted it up quickly, and then switched to his right foot. So walking is a bit up and down.

Is there such a lame in their brigade?The memory of the original owner has no impression.

And when they met each other just now, she also found that apart from some problems with the legs, the cripple is actually quite good-looking, almost comparable to the male lead. Of course, the two belong to different types. The male lead is tall and straight, with three-dimensional features Atmospheric, typical northerner looks.

And although this man is not as tall as the male protagonist, he is not short either. His facial features are gentle and handsome from the south, and the two have their own merits.

Ordinarily, such a person with a sense of existence should not be unknown to the original owner.

(End of this chapter)