After the car arrived at Hongya, Wan Feng first delivered the tape recorder and electronic watch that Xia Qiulong wanted, and then went to He Tao's house to pick up the motorcycle.
He Tao has prepared eight or nine people.
After all, there is strength in numbers. Together with Wan Feng himself, more than ten people easily lifted the motorcycle into the tractor trailer.
Wan Feng used the bricks he brought to block the two rear tires of the motorcycle and tied them up with a few large ropes. Then he said goodbye to He Tao and pulled the motorcycle home.
There was no place to put this thing at grandma's house, so Wan Feng parked the motorcycle diagonally on the open space outside Luan Feng's gate.
Her family is the only one living here, and the open space in front of the door is big enough for an airplane to fly.
It was difficult to load it onto the car, but it was much easier to unload it. After getting the bricks from the dam wheels, three or four people lifted the motorcycle onto the ground.
Luan Feng brought her group of colorful women soldiers out to watch the fun, and they even had a debate about what kind of car it was.
The motorcycle had to be disassembled on a large scale, the cab had to be sheet metaled and welded, and the small box at the back had to be repaired.
Of course, it mainly depends on whether the engine and transmission system can still work. If they can't work, it will be a pile of waste.
If it really can't be repaired, just sell it and you'll only lose a few dollars.
Only a fool would repair the car outside in such freezing weather. Taking advantage of the high temperature at noon, Wan Feng took an hour to dismantle the carport and the truck bed.
Regardless of whether the engine is usable or not, it must be disassembled for repair.
The engine was dismantled and carried to Luan Feng's house by Wan Feng and Yang Qilang and placed in the corner.
I will study this thing when I have time in the future.
In Wan Feng's memory, the New Year's Day of 1981 was a peaceful and ordinary holiday that left no impression on people. But at this moment, looking at the heavy snow outside, Wan Feng had a feeling of living in a fantasy world.
Logically, there shouldn't be snowflakes as big as five-cent silver coins in southern Liaoning. Even in Wanfeng's hometown, the Lesser Khingan Mountains in Longjiang, such heavy snow is not often seen.
New Year's Day of 1981 came quietly in this heavy snow.
The heavy snow continued to fall until the afternoon of January 1st, covering the mountains, rivers and villages with a white veil.
At this time, Wan Feng became a little normal and seemed no different from the other children. Children from every household in this area were making snowmen and competing to see whose one was the most realistic and the biggest.
Of course, he had no rivals. He spent an hour building two big snowmen in front of his grandma's house, the scale of which was beyond the reach of other children.
The snowman that Cong Xicheng built with the help of his three sisters was not as big as the one built by Wan Feng. He was so angry that his cheeks were puffed up like bull balls.
Other people’s snowmen are almost all stereotyped, but he uses two Ye Liangchen’s heads to represent his uniqueness.
One is arrogant and domineering, the other one despises everything.
Luan Feng gave all her friends and herself a day off yesterday afternoon and went to her grandmother Wan Feng's house to build a snowman.
Luan Feng usually didn't feel lonely because her family was so lively and full of people. But today, after everyone went home, she suddenly realized that she was the only one left at home.
The damn little monster is gone too.
So she went to see her grandmother and saw where the little monster had gone. Unexpectedly, she saw Wan Feng competing in making snowmen with Cong Xicheng, the blacksmith and a group of other children at the door.
This guy made her so happy that she came over wearing her red ski jacket and a white scarf, like a butterfly.
After Luan Feng's diligent help, Ye Liangchen's head fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Cong Xicheng immediately burst into laughter as loud as an iron pot.
Wan Feng looked at Luan Feng with displeasure.
"Hey, it's just one head that's been knocked off, let's roll another one."
After working hard for a while, the two Ye Liangchens could feel proud and proud.
Seeing Wan Feng make two snowmen with slanted eyes and a look of contempt for Ye Liangchen, she also wanted to make two such snowmen at her doorstep.
"Can you please build two for me?"
"Won't you go back and build it yourself?"
"What's the point of building one myself when you're not there?"
Luan Feng put on this pitiful expression again, making herself look charming and pitiful.
When did this guy acquire the talent for acting? With this talent, if he were to package it, he'd definitely be better than those later generations who can only pout and stare and count Arabic numerals.
The acting girl's performance was a success, and someone was finally tricked by her into building a snowman.
When the snowman was built, night had already fallen. With the help of the light in Luan Feng's house, two people gave the snowman the final shape. It was also Ye Liangchen who did it, but this time Ye Liangchen's expression changed, one arrogant and the other silent.
"From now on, I will represent arrogance, and you will represent silence."
After Luan Feng finished speaking, he wrote two words on the chests of the two snowmen, the arrogant one was written "Feng" and the silent one was written "Feng".
Then he circled around the snowman twice, looking very satisfied.
After the snowman was built, the two seemed to have nothing to do.
"Let's go for a walk. I've never been out for a walk on a snowy night before."
Strolling outside on a snowy night? She must have been frozen, or something in her head was misfiring.
If we ignore the temperature, it is undoubtedly a very romantic thing for couples to walk in the snow on a snowy night.
But it would be idiotic to just think about romance. If they stroll for a long time in temperatures of minus ten degrees Celsius, they might become snowmen themselves as soon as they finish making a snowman.
Although the snow stopped, the sky did not clear up. Not a single star could be seen. The gray sky seemed to be brewing the next conspiracy.
Wan Feng is not going to accompany Luan Feng in going crazy. If she is stupid, then he must not be stupid either, otherwise he will not be able to live in the future.
Just when Wan Feng was thinking of finding an excuse to refuse, Luan Feng's mother's voice came from the yard.
"You little brat, get inside and eat! If you dare to go out for a stroll in the snow, I'll beat you to death!"
Luan Feng's mother just came out to ask them to go back for dinner. When she heard that her daughter was going out for a walk, she immediately got angry.
Luan Feng made a face and had to pull Wan Feng back to the house to eat, leaving the two snowmen they had just built behind to hug each other.
Although New Year's Day is not as important as New Year's Eve among rural people, it is still very different from ordinary days.
Luan Feng's mother stewed a chicken, of course with mushrooms, pork stewed with vermicelli, a stir-fried cabbage with meat, and a plate of stewed fish.
This dinner was quite sumptuous for the rural area at that time.
"Wanfeng bought the chicken and pork from the county town, and my sister sent the fish. Ah! So the only thing we have is cabbage!"
"Even food can't stop you from eating. Eat!" Luan Feng's mother put a bowl of rice in front of Luan Feng and rolled her eyes at her daughter.
Luan Feng smiled heartlessly and picked up a piece of chicken for Wan Feng.
Originally, Wan Feng was not planning to eat here. Although everyone knew about his affair with Luan Feng, it was an unofficial matter. Even though he came here almost every day, he still felt a little embarrassed to go to Luan Feng's house and face his future father-in-law and mother-in-law at the dinner table.
But Luan Feng held him tightly and refused to let go, so he had no choice but to go to the table.
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