I don't know who started it, but the topic turned to Yu Guo, the head teacher of Class 1.
"Wan Feng, I've noticed that your homeroom teacher is really nice to you. It seems like he's never refused your request for leave."
The person who asked this question was Wang Dong. He and Guo Wu were both in Class 2, and not in the same class as Wan Feng.
Wan Feng didn't know how to answer this question, so he just laughed it off.
At this time, the brainless Li Xin asked another stupid question: "Wan Feng, I still don't understand the whole story of you leading dozens of people to tie up the senior year. Although there are many versions of the story in the vocational high school, they are all rumors. I want to hear your description of the situation at that time. Tell us today."
He Xiao perked up when he heard this: "Is that true?"
He Xiaolai's spirit wasn't the main issue; the important thing was that Luan Feng was also spirited: "Again? Didn't I tell you not to fight? And you've even got dozens of people involved. Are you planning a rebellion?"
"Don't listen to Li Xin's nonsense." Wan Feng flatly denied it.
"The more you say there are no guarantees, the more there are. Tell me what's going on."
Faced with Luan Feng's covetous gaze, Wan Feng thought it was impossible not to tell, so he had to tell her about the fight with Gao San.
"What happened next? What happened next? Did you beat up the guy who kicked your dorm door?"
Luan Feng's eyes sparkled like the sun, and she looked eager to know what was going to happen next.
Is she investigating the incident or listening to the story?
"I don't know who kicked it, but I beat them all up."
Luan Feng's eyes narrowed with joy, as if she was just happy to have beaten someone up.
"Well done! We must beat back anyone who bullies us." Luan Feng gritted his teeth.
"Sister Feng, does Wan Feng often fight here?"
Zhang Xuan's name almost caused Wan Feng, who was eating fish, to get a fishbone stuck in his throat.
Fengjie!
Oh my god, how come my wife has become Feng Jie! Can I still eat this meal?
Sister Feng, Sister Feng! No, I have to go out and vomit for a while.
"Fight! This guy starts fighting as soon as he gets here. He starts fighting with the kids around here, then his classmates, and finally the young men from society. He's beaten everyone around here. He's only grown up in the past two years and doesn't fight as much anymore."
Wan Feng had just finished smoking the fishbone and was drinking some water when he choked again at this sensible remark.
I'm not a child, okay? How come I'm sensible?
"Then tell me about the war when he first came here."
"On the second day after he arrived, he got into a fight with someone from the back of the pond while skating on the river..."
"Hmm!" Wan Feng coughed. A hero never brags about his past achievements. Why are you talking about this?
"You got into a fight with someone when you coughed."
Forget it, let her be.
"Don't listen to her, let's drink our own and go!"
"No more drinking. It would be too much. We think it's more interesting to hear about your glorious deeds in the past."
These cowards actually went to listen to Luan Feng's storytelling.
"Haha, brother, I didn't expect that when you were a child... it seemed wrong. When you were young... it seemed wrong too."
What is He Xiao trying to say?
"It was during his teenage years." Wan Feng suggested.
"Yes! Your teenage years were quite exciting."
"It's just so-so, only third in the country. Isn't it true that young people shouldn't be reckless? These bastards don't want to drink anymore, so let's take care of one, just this one!"
Hearing that this was the only one, He Xiao didn't act pretentiously and picked up the wine bowl, clinked it with Wan Feng's, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and clear the table." Wan Feng yelled at Luan Feng and got another roll of the eyes in return.
Luan Feng pressed the pause button and went downstairs to clean the table.
Zhang Xuan was very disappointed. She wanted to hear more about Wan Feng's romantic affairs from Luan Feng.
After clearing the table, the women no longer had the right to stay in this room, so they all followed Luan Feng to the inner room of the east room to sleep.
The men in the west room were almost drunk as well. They fell down on the kang and soon fell asleep.
There was no need to even put out the quilts. Wan Feng just covered them with the quilts he had bought in the afternoon, then he curled up on the kang and fell asleep.
I slept soundly and when I opened my eyes, the sky was getting bright in the east and roosters were crowing.
The women had already gotten up and were lighting a fire in the kitchen to heat up the food.
Wan Feng looked at the time and woke everyone up one by one.
After breakfast it was seven in the morning. The group set out and first went to the market to the military supply store to change Li Mingdou's shoe size.
Li Mingdou's feet finally fit into the size 44 shoes, and the men's feet were finally unified.
After changing shoes, Wang Dong led everyone to the camera store that opened yesterday.
As the first customers today, Wan Feng and others were warmly received by the boss.
This is a small store the same size as a military supply store, three meters wide and eight or nine meters long.
On the left and inside of the shop there is a white-painted iron counter, on which are placed various models of Seagull cameras, films and other consumables.
The Seagull DF-1, 4A-1 and 4B-1 cameras are now the mainstream products of the Seagull factory.
Among them, the 4A-1 and 4B-1 cameras are described by Wan Feng as twin-lens reflex cameras with two eyes on the top and bottom, and are priced at 200 yuan.
The DF1 is a flat SLR camera that costs 500 yuan.
Everyone immediately fell in love with the DF1 camera, whose all-metal body had sharp edges.
According to the store owner, the DF1 camera has undergone a large-scale upgrade based on the old exported DF model. The upgrades include the viewfinder, the replacement of the cold shoe with a hot shoe, the shutter, etc.
"Boss, you're talking to us like talking to a cow. Just tell us how to make it. We won't bargain for the price. Just DF1 and a few rolls of film."
The boss was not pretentious. He took out a roll of film and taught Wan Feng and the others how to put the film into the film room, how to adjust the focus and take pictures, and finally how to change the film.
Wan Feng had fiddled with cameras a few times around the year 2000, so he learned it quickly.
Finally, I paid the money and the store owner gave me three rolls of Kodak film as gifts.
A roll of Kodak film costs nine dollars, and developing a roll costs seven dollars.
A year later, the price exceeded double digits, and the price of taking a photo increased from 30 cents to 50 cents.
Right outside the boss's shop, nine people including Luan Feng stood in a line, and the owner took the first photo of them with this camera.
It was almost eight o'clock when the photos were taken.
When they arrived at the parking lot, the bus that Wan Feng rented yesterday had already been started and was waiting for them.
Six men and three women got on the bus, drove southeast from Jiangwei, and arrived at the beach in just over ten minutes.
The beach that Wan Feng chose was the place where he used to take fish from the boat when he was selling fish on a bicycle. The terrain here is flat, with a large sandy beach. It is not far from the village and there are several protruding reefs on the beach.
The car stopped at the beach and everyone got off.
The mountain guns cheered and ran to the seashore like ducks to a pond.
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