Chu Miaohong sat in a side room, smiling and stretching out her hand to feel the summer breeze on the streets of the capital.
The wind blew her hair, making her pure and flawless beautiful face look even more vivid and charming.
The rattan helmet used for construction on Zhang Hongcheng's head has now been replaced with a green steel helmet.
The main thing is that when this guy was riding his three-wheeled vehicle around the Minzu University campus, he specifically circled around the Dongfeng Express compound.
The restless movement and thick black smoke almost triggered the alarm of Dongfeng Express.
Fortunately, the political commissar also knew Zhang Hongcheng, after all, the cram school was his idea.
The political commissar angrily threw a half-worn helmet to Zhang Hongcheng and told him to get out.
In the hot summer, the Type 77 tricycles are happily running around the streets and alleys of the capital.
There were no pedestrians or vehicles approaching within twenty meters behind the couple.
If you get too close, you'll either be smoked into a black whirlwind or your field of vision will be reduced by 100...
Chu Miaohong actually also loved the feeling of driving around with Zhang Hongcheng, until a few days later, Zhang Hongcheng's new friends also came over.
The Type 77 tricycle from Yanda Science and Technology Association, the tricycle from Shuimu Science and Technology Association, the ones from Aviation University, Industrial College, Normal University...
The one at the Post University Science and Technology Association is the weirdest, with a bucket on each side and four wheels!
Generous!
A formation of eight Type 77 three-wheeled vehicles paraded through the streets of the capital.
Half the street behind them was filled with black smoke, even the Yellow Wind Monster in Journey to the West would have to admit defeat.
Chu Miaohong really didn't want to get involved in this kind of childish scene.
Fortunately, these students from the class of 1977 were unable to act arrogantly for a few days.
The traffic department, which was in a dilemma, specially notified all schools, prohibiting the riding of more than three such motorcycles in groups.
One day when their convoy passed through Dongjiaomin Lane, the black smoke that covered half of the street attracted the attention of many embassies. They thought that China had developed some new battlefield concealing weapon...
Hey, it doesn’t say you can’t go out on the street.
The Type 77 tricycle became the hottest topic among young people in Beijing in the summer of 1978.
For Zhang Hongcheng and his group, who usually only have bicycles to ride, the Type 77 tricycle has no other problems except that it breaks down frequently.
A foreign-related hotel.
The beautiful woman in a dress was looking out the window at what was happening on the street with a look of surprise.
She never thought that she could see such a punk steam scene in this conservative and closed Eastern country.
The angular steel structure was rough and powerful, and the smell of incompletely burned gasoline mixed in the billowing black smoke made the restless factors in her blood vessels restless.
Zhou Niancheng stood beside her, frowning.
"Why are there biker gangs here too?"
His background made him naturally disgusted with such "rampant" humans.
In fact, ever since Zhou Niancheng returned to China, he has shown this kind of discomfort or disgust towards everything he sees.
From the style of architecture to people's clothing, to the old city and people's disrespectful attitude towards clothing.
Gusu Ting glanced at Zhou Niancheng calmly.
She was not surprised at all by Zhou Niancheng's attitude.
Everyone said that the third generation of the Zhou family was so smart, but in her opinion, it was just due to the environment and family background.
The two of them had returned to China for more than a month, but Zhou Niancheng still hadn't been able to make a name for herself in the circle of children from the Beijing courtyards. Instead, she had become friends with several girls.
"School starts in a month," Gusu Ting quietly ordered them to leave. "I still have a lot of books to read, and I don't want to be left behind as soon as I start school."
Zhou Niancheng frowned again.
"It's just Yanda. As international students, we don't have high academic requirements."
"That's because you're Young Master Zhou," Gusu Ting sat down and picked up a book, "and didn't Aunt Zhou tell you? She didn't arrange a place for me at Yan University."
Zhou Niancheng was surprised.
"How could mother?!"
"But the fact is that I went to Shuimu University, and you are going to Yan University."
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It is said that older ginger is spicier, and this statement is absolutely true.
Zhang Hongcheng worked hard for a long time but didn't achieve anything significant, but when it fell into the hands of Mr. Pei, it soon produced results.
Pei Shujing and Old Man Pei hurried to the capital and met with the merchants. They finally concluded that they should wait until they graduated.
The partner can continue the conversation, but any further steps are strictly prohibited.
However, before the two families met, Zhang Yumin confessed one thing to Pei Shujing, that is, the Shang family was actually kept in the dark about her subsidy to Shang Yiming.
Although Mr. Pei and Pei Shujing both promised Zhang Yumin not to mention this matter to the merchants, Pei Shujing was still worried and asked Zhang Hongcheng to secretly find out what the two young people were doing.
As soon as his stepmother left the capital, Zhang Hongcheng rode his bicycle and quietly waited near Shuimu.
As expected, the two young men still couldn't keep their composure.
The day after Pei Shujing left the capital, he took action secretly again.
Shang Yiming was carrying a big package, and Zhang Yumin beside him was carrying a water bottle and a small stool, walking in front with laughter.
He was completely unaware that a man with flaming eyes was following him fifty meters behind him.
There is a well-known alley behind Xisi Hutong.
Many people are strolling around seemingly aimlessly.
From time to time, two people whispering to each other would clap their hands, then leave. Soon they would come back with their companions carrying bags or boxes to exchange items or money.
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