"Xiaosheng, are you sure you don't need your second sister to help you wash?"
"Second sister! You really don't need to! I'm already so old!"
"Oh, you've grown up and don't recognize me anymore? Where's the stubbornness you had when you were little, always trying to crawl into your second sister's bathtub? Let your second sister see where you've grown up."
"Second sister, I was only a few years old back then, now I'm eighteen!"
"Okay then, I've left your change of clothes by the door..."
Jiang Sheng leaned tightly against the wooden bathroom door, his feet pressing so hard that his big toes were sticking out of his antique-style auspicious brand slippers.
Jiang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief once the noise outside subsided.
Just as he finished taking off his vest and started taking off his shorts, the loose wooden door was suddenly kicked open.
A woman with long, wavy hair peeked in. Her face, lightly made up, was exquisitely beautiful, but her eyes and brows were full of mischievousness.
"Xiaosheng, are you sure you don't want your second sister to help you wash?"
"ah!"
Jiang Sheng screamed in fright and instinctively pushed the door open.
Bang!
A loud bang.
The second sister outside the door was knocked to the ground.
"Ouch!"
Jiang Sheng pulled up his pants, yanked open the rickety wooden door, rushed outside, and helped his second sister up.
"Second sister, are you alright?"
The second sister rubbed her head with one hand and took the opportunity to pinch Jiang Sheng's strong arm with the other.
"With such strong arms, no wonder he's so powerful..."
Jiang Sheng then realized that his upper body was still naked, and quickly let go and retreated back to the bathroom.
"Ouch..."
The second sister, who hadn't gotten up yet, plopped down on the ground again.
"You ungrateful little devil, I'm ignoring you..."
Hearing his second sister's voice gradually fade into the distance, Jiang Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Not feeling safe, he picked up a wooden stick and braced it against the door frame, completely blocking the unclamped door before he could finally take a bath.
The bathroom was filled with steam. As Jiang Sheng lathered up with soap, he unconsciously savored the fragrance from his second sister's body, his face flushing slightly.
Even though I've been reborn for half a month, I still get bothered by my impulsive second sister several times a day.
Why say several times?
Even in the sweltering heat of Beijing in 1984, when air conditioning was far from widespread, it would be a disservice to the heavens not to be drenched in sweat several times a day.
So taking a shower every day gradually became as regular as eating.
He picked up a ladle and poured a handful of water over his head. The cool water flowed down his angular body, carrying away the foam and the summer heat.
Jiang Sheng can be considered a prodigy in some respects.
Since the resumption of the college entrance examination, countless students have been vying for a single spot.
Amidst fierce competition, he fought his way through and, at the age of eighteen, successfully received an admission letter from Yenching University.
After Jiang's parents wept with joy, they decisively kicked him onto the train and sent him to stay at their second sister's house in Yanjing so that he could familiarize himself with the environment of Yanjing and broaden his horizons.
To be honest, his second sister wasn't his biological sister; they weren't even related by blood.
My second sister's surname is Zhao, and her given name is Zhao Xuehui.
A true native of Yanjing (old Beijing).
Coming from a high-ranking official's family, she would not normally have had any interaction with Jiang Sheng.
But fate is always dramatic and adept at breaking the rules.
The origin of the relationship between the Jiang and Zhao families is both simple and complex.
Especially given that it was intertwined with that turbulent period, it is filled with the imprint of that era.
That year, the "Down to the Countryside Movement" swept across the country, with many urban educated youth responding to the call to go to the countryside for development and construction.
Zhao's parents were implicated in the turmoil due to certain issues and were in dire need of protection.
The four Zhao sisters responded to the call and, in an effort to avoid trouble, were sent to a small mountain village in the north—Jiang Sheng's hometown.
At that time, the eldest of the four sisters was barely an adult, and the youngest was only a few years older than Jiang Sheng. They came from Yanjing to the harsh rural environment and began to use their delicate hands to fight for a living.
However, the harsh conditions in rural areas are not limited to the environment.
Someone must have leaked the news, because the four Zhao sisters faced discrimination as soon as they joined the production team.
Their identities were the subject of gossip at that time.
One can only imagine the hardships the four sisters endured.
Not only did they have to work non-stop during the day to earn work points and food rations, but they also had to undergo reform education at night.
Although it's called education, its true nature is self-evident in the simple rural areas.
Simplicity is not the same as kindness.
Even in the middle of the night, village thugs would try to sneak into the four sisters' beds and give them a thorough makeover.
Fortunately, Jiang's father, who was then the head of the village production brigade, discovered the thugs during a night patrol and scared them away with a loud shout.
When Jiang's father came home and mentioned this, Jiang's mother felt compassion.
Not only did he bring the four sisters to live in his home, but he also helped them out in various ways from time to time.
In those days, such help was considered a life-saving act.
With the protection of the Jiang family and the four sisters' own hard work, they gradually won the recognition of the commune members. Life was not good, but at least they no longer had the unpleasant things that happened when they first joined the production team.
And so, the four sisters always treated Jiang's father and mother as their own, and Jiang Sheng gained four older sisters who loved him dearly.
Even after everything got back on track, Zhao's parents regained their benefits, the educated youth returned to their hometowns, and the four sisters returned to Yanjing, the kinship built up during this period of hardship did not fade in the slightest.
Sure enough, as soon as Jiang Sheng received the notice, he was sent to his second sister's house in Yanjing.
"Splash!"
After rinsing out all the water from the bucket, Jiang Sheng hastily dried himself off and put on the clothes his second sister had left by the door.
The yellow vest with the five large characters "Red Star Steel Rolling Mill" printed on it was full of the characteristics of the era, and it was obviously brought home by the eldest sister Zhao Nianmeng from the factory.
Jiang Sheng, his hair still wet, arrived at Zhao Xuehui's room door.
"Second sister, what are we having for lunch?"
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Sheng saw a scene that made his blood boil.
My second sister was extremely bold; back in the production team, she was known for stealing birds' nests and catching fish.
In addition, he later studied in the West, so he has a relatively open mindset.
In this era where reform and opening up are gradually extending to inland cities, they are among the first to be at the forefront of the trend.
Zhao Xuehui, with her long, wavy hair, wearing a tight-fitting tank top and shorts made from sky-blue cargo pants, was lying on a straw mat enjoying the breeze.
Due to the pressure of her body, her round, elastic breasts spread out, revealing a bottomless depth when viewed from her neckline.
Two long, slender, snow-white legs swung rhythmically in the air, keeping time with the creaking of the Camel brand fan.
A collection of poems lay open before her, her fair fingers turning the pages with the fragrance of ink and paper.
Jiang Sheng felt a bit thirsty. Should he take another shower?
"You little rascal, what are you looking at?"
Zhao Xuehui seemed to sense some kind of heat. Following the direction of Jiang Sheng's gaze, she looked down, immediately raised an eyebrow, picked up the poetry collection, and threw it at Jiang Sheng's face.
"No...I didn't see anything." Jiang Sheng quickly dodged to the side, feeling his heart pounding loudly. He hurriedly picked up the poetry collection that had fallen to the ground and glanced at it.
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