Xue Xiang got up early and opened the door. The whistling north wind mixed with fine snowflakes hit his face, causing him to shivering. Xue Xiang rubbed his face, greeted the old man with dog-haired hat who was guarding the guesthouse, and walked eastward. Although it was nearly half past six o'clock at this time, the winter day was short and the night was long and the cloudy day was still cloudy. Thanks to the shops along the street, they would not be able to blindly open their eyes in the morning.

Xue Xiang was walking slowly along the street, but his eyes kept scanning the various signs on the shops, and was playing with these names of the same era. The side food restaurant called "Limin" was called "Xianghong", the ready-made clothing shop called "Hongxing" and the barber shop called "Hongxing"... There are countless such things, even the public toilets with lanterns hanging in the northwest corner were under the banner of "anti-investment". Xue Xiangzheng was bored and the old place where he ate arrived - a canteen called "Kangmin". This canteen, you can tell at a glance that it must be an old door, and it was vaguely judged that it existed in the Qing Dynasty. The blue bricks and gray tiles were old, and the pillars at the top were covered with mottled chisel marks. The one that revealed its long-standing years was the corner of the eaves and roofs, which was exactly the shape of the late Qing Dynasty.

After turning over the red windshield curtain, Xue Xiang stepped in and clicked to the fat cashier who was leaning against the yellow lacquer cabinet to check the money. The fat cashier shouted "Old Rules" and found a seat next to the door. At this moment, there were almost fifty diners sitting in the cafeteria, with most young men and women, accounting for more than two percent. Xue Xiang glanced at him and found many unfamiliar acquaintances. The reason why he was not familiar with him was because he had never spoken to him at all; he also said acquaintances was because he had seen these people one after another, and he even remembered the big fat name - Ruan Xiangyang. Because, every time he ate, this guy was always the most active.

Xue Xiang's arrival did not cause any trouble. Everyone lowered their heads to eat or talked to each other at the top of their voices. The room was full of noise, but they were talking about the same thing. Because of their common language, the diners gathered together to discuss.

As soon as one finished speaking, Ruan Xianghong's white-faced fat man stood up, rolled up most of the fried dough sticks, stuffed them into his mouth, and poured them into his mouth, poured them into his mouth, and whispered soy milk, and chewed, and shouted, "I said to you, I worked hard for two days yesterday, and everyone finally got through it. But today I'm going to take English, but I really have no tricks. I just recognized the twenty-six letters of English. What's wrong with this? I'm taking this for people." Ruan Pang complained, but his eyebrows and eyes were full of satisfaction, and he was very strange.

"Ruan Pang. What's the fat thing? Who doesn't know that you always do translation work and pretend to be with us! Obviously, you're deliberately picking things and shameful to us." A girl wearing a black cotton-padded jacket seemed to be familiar with Ruan Pang, and she exposes her lies at once.

The soft and white fat face suddenly touched the rouge, and his cheeks flushed in an instant, but saw his thick neck with a stutter: "Chi Aihong, what are you talking nonsense! My buddy gave it to the party. The old man is an old man, I am me, he is a translator. Do I have to have a foreign language?"

"Okay, Ruan Pang. You Xiaochun is picking up the bowl to eat, putting down the chopsticks and scolding your father. You are not as reactionary as you are. You can grow to your current tonnage."

"Hahaha…."

"You are always reactionary. My father was wronged. The organization's conclusion has long been reached. If anyone mentions this to me again, who will be anxious with me?"

"Oh, Lao Ruo, don't pay attention to them. They are just jealous of your good practice. What's the matter? You happen to sit in front of your brother. When answering the questions, the test paper is biased. How about leaving a piece of work for your brother?"

"Lao Wu, you're cheating naked. Be careful to report you..."

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Xue Xiang listened to the noisy people, but because he was not familiar with each other, he kept shaking his head and smiling bitterly. Why did you think Xue laughing at? He was just laughing at for a month of hard work, it was useless!

It turned out that after Liu Mei left without saying goodbye, Xue Xiang organized blind dates again and said goodbye to Zhong Yuemin and others. Finally, he assigned the work of the production team and really went to seclusion to study. The Lian family moved into Jinniu Mountain and lived in a hut by Bibo Pond, and lived there for a month. Until the day before yesterday, he successfully left the seclusion and came to Chengtian County to prepare for the exam.

But when the first test was given, Xue Xiang was stunned. The first question was to distinguish the composition of the sentence: We are children, please draw the composition of the sentence and explain the part of the speech; the second question was written in "The Seven-character Code"; the last sentence in "The last sentence in "" " "Count the romantic figures, look at the present day", expresses what kind of revolutionary sentiment... As such, there are no more than twenty questions, and the last article is "What should we learn with Comrade Lei Feng". In the later exams, the questions we encountered were either "writing out the fractional formula of water and the equation of burning" or "two trains are walking towards each other, with their own speed, so when will they meet"...

Seeing such a question, Xue Xiang almost sighed to the sky. This kind of experience was like him, Xue, who encountered the challenge of the world's number one master. In a panic, he moved out the Eighteen Chapters of the Dragon Subduing, the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, the Nine Yin True Sutra, and lived in the mountains and practiced the moon hard, but he felt that it was not safe. He almost wanted to castrate himself and practice the Sunflower Book. Unexpectedly, as soon as he fought, the world's number one master was only capable of iron sand palms, Yang family guns, and other big things. With one blow, he slashed it. This force was a huge hit on the cotton bag. Why didn't Xue Daren go crazy?

Xue Xiang was sighing in his heart that God was unfair. A young man in white clothes and white hat, holding a purple-red wood plate, brought it up and said as if he offered treasures: "One pound of freshly ground soy milk, half a pound of fried dough sticks, two pounds of fresh pork stuffing, big brother, you have a good appetite." But he was muttering in his heart, "Big brother, you are really rich." But he said that Mr. Xue was here for two days in a row, and he always laid a bunch of expensive things, so why didn't he beg people's eyes?

The young man shouted and heard it all over the hall. The diners all looked at Xue Xiang. Many people saw Xue Xiang’s table full of delicious food, and then looked at the steamed buns in their hands and the old pickles in their bowls, and they couldn’t help but eat them. Some of the narrow-minded people even muttered to the neighbors: “Eat so much, you don’t have to worry about choking. I think it’s still steamed buns, and pickles are affordable and full.”

Immediately, someone responded: "Okay, don't eat grapes and say that the grapes are sour. I see that your eyes are about to fly into someone's plate. You stare at their meat buns and chew steamed buns yourself. What are you playing with? "

"you…….."

"Okay, you, you, eat it. I have to save some time and remember two words quickly. This is called sharpening the gun in the face of battle. If you don't have time, you won't be able to chat with you."

“……….”

There are so many conversations, Xue Xiang's eyes are clear and naturally heard. He didn't have time to be serious with others. He chewed the table with food, and in a moment, he ate all the food. His nouveau riche made everyone look straight and whispered to each other, asking which character this place was rare. Chengtian County was not like a landslide.

After asking questions, everyone reached a broad consensus and characterized Xue Xiang as the fool of a captain in the countryside. However, Xue Xiang was tall and tall and handsome, so how could everyone give him the word "silly"?

Who told Xue to answer questions quickly? This guy completed the exam in half an hour and then lay down on his desk and slept like this. Everyone was dining here and there were in the same exam room as Xue Xiang. As soon as the news was reported, everyone regarded Xue Xiang as a stupid little girl who had nothing to do to join in the fun.

Xue Xiang couldn't control how others felt. He took out his tiger skin wallet, took out 18 cents and two pounds of national passes, and handed it to the cashier. The fat cashier smiled and took the money, tickets, and a pair of goldfish eyes staring at the national pass. The fat bubbles were almost rolling out of his eye sockets. He called the kitchen to give Xue Xiangshang tea, but in his heart he was thinking about how to exchange these two national passes for local passes so that he could keep it secret.

Xue Xiang finished a cup of tea and looked at the time. After leaving for half an hour, he said hello to the fat cashier, turned around and lifted the curtain, and then crashed into the wind and snow.

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Dingling...

"Wake up together, wake up, hand in the paper."

Xue Xiang opened his eyes, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and handed over the test paper that had been folded, smiling, without saying a word.

"Sir, you are still laughing. After two hours of answering questions, you have been sleeping for one minute, but you can't answer questions. It's good to write some English letters. Oh, I'm too lazy to talk about you. I heard from the previous invigilators that you are sleeping every place. If you can't write, don't suffer this. It's so cold in the middle of winter..."

The person who collected the paper was a kind aunt. She looked at Xue Xiang with a pity on her face. After saying that, she patted his shoulder and headed to the one behind her. Soon, Xue Xiang heard her sigh again: "Oh, it's really hard to ask me to say that this English exam is really hard. With just over the past month of preparation, I can recognize all the twenty-six English letters that have been lost for more than ten years...."

At this time, Xue Xiang was sighing in his heart, encountering a more speechless test paper than the previous four subjects, all of which were "howoldare temptation" and "what'". The last work actually wrote Chinese and asked someone to translate it, and the content of the translation was all about the knowledge of junior high school. The whole test paper was like this, why didn't Xue, a top student at Peking University, feel sad?

Whether it is Xue pretending to be ten or being frustrated by the month of hard study, this college entrance examination, which is destined to be recorded in history, is finally over.

After leaving the small building of No. 1 Middle School in the county, Xue Xiang felt his eyes were blocked, but he saw snowflakes flying like catkins in the sky and ground, and the sea was swept away; inside and outside the school gate, the water was not rushing to go out. He tightened his military coat, stood against a pillar, lit a cigarette, and looked at the lively crowd in front of him.

PS: I have read the test papers in Jianghan Province (HB) in 1977, roughly this is the case. But at that time, only special majors were only tested in English, so I won’t go into detail. Speed ​​up the progress, the big collision is coming, and after the collision, I will go back to Beijing. Can I give a monthly ticket? (To be continued)

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