Fan Xiaofan snorted angrily, pushed Shi Lingheng aside, and swiftly shut the door on him.
He touched his nose; he's got quite a temper, huh...
He put his hands in his pockets, whistled softly, and turned to leave.
Fan Xiaofan, who was leaning against the door, stomped her foot when she heard the whistle of the music. Why was she being led by the nose again?
Just as Fan Xiaofan was about to go back to her room to rest, she saw three pairs of eyes, like searchlights, looking at her suspiciously.
"Xiao Fan, that bastard Shi Lingheng didn't do anything to you, did he?"
Fan Yunyan was the first to speak, unable to wait any longer.
The remaining two people stared intently.
Fan Xiaofan gave a fake smile, then roared, "What are you all thinking?!"
Fu Weidong scratched his head innocently, while Fan Yunyan, tugged by Lu Zhixi, gave an embarrassed smile and couldn't help but say, "Xiao Fan, we're still young, we can't be fooled by the nonsense of bad men."
First, Shi Lingheng forced her to take a pot, and then she took another pot when she got home. It's true that she's not cute at all.
I silently told myself that the world is so beautiful, and that someone as lovely as me shouldn't be irritable. Then I chuckled twice, ignored them, and went back to my room.
The next day, while Li Dafu was at home eating wild vegetables and cornbread, Fan Xiaofan, holding Fu Weidong's hand, strolled to the village chief's house. Fan Xiaofan had been thinking about the phone that had been broken by the hailstorm, and she already had a plan in mind.
So this time, the idea is to dismantle it and then perfectly integrate it with the ideas in her mind.
Li Dafu patted his head, his squinty eyes still unable to open properly: "You mean that broken phone? Okay, okay, I'll go find it for you..."
Fan Xiaofan stayed in the yard talking to the village chief's wife, while Fu Weidong and a group of children, including Gou Dan, were showing off the kung fu he had learned.
Not long after, Li Dafu came out carrying his precious old phone. At that time, if you wanted to make a long-distance call, you would have to go through a long manual exchange and accurately state the address you wanted to call before you could be transferred layer by layer.
Although a telephone has been installed in the village, no one uses it. It's incredibly expensive; it's an old-fashioned rotary dial phone, a precious mascot in the village. Despite its dilapidated appearance, many county towns don't have telephones, but their village does, which they are very proud of.
This is because their village had done well in farming a few years ago and received commendations. Although in these villages, you might not be able to hear what the other person is saying even after you've shouted yourself hoarse on the phone; it all depends on luck.
In the end, it would have been better to go to the county post office to send a telegram, rather disgruntled.
Li Dafu was holding the phone, and Fan Xiaofan wanted to take it from him, but Li Dafu was a little reluctant: "Even though it's an old thing that's about to become useless, can it really be repaired?"
There are very few people in the village with telephones now. The ones in their village are different from the new ones produced now. They are the kind of old machines that have been used for decades and are about to be dismantled. Even so, they are extremely precious.
Fan Xiaofan took the old phone and nodded earnestly: "I will try my best..."
Nowadays, most communication is done by sending telegrams, but this takes a long time. If you need to make an urgent call, you still need to rely on the telephone. However, telephone calls are very dependent on luck. When you make a call, you should pray that it goes smoothly, otherwise you may end up just saying "hello, hello" and all you can hear is a hissing sound.
Li Dafu sighed, finally wiped away his tears, and let go.
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