Chapter 74 I couldn't resist reading
The shadowy figure quickly disappeared, but the two girls were still screaming.
It wasn't until several people arrived that the two were brought back to their senses.
"What's wrong with you two? What happened?"
Song Lubai pointed in the direction the shadow had run past, gesturing to show the shape of the thing, and said, "Something ran past here."
The man who arrived laughed: "I thought it was something else, maybe a fox or some other wild animal."
Song Lubai patted her chest lightly, "Do foxes bite?"
One of them replied, "Foxes are timid, but they will bite if they are provoked or frightened."
"Comrade Song, it seems you've become much less timid since I last saw you."
I was much calmer when I was riding my bicycle at night to rescue someone than I am now.
Song Lubai looked at the person who was speaking. Although she could only make out his general outline in the darkness, she was still able to recognize him.
The other person spoke with a hint of mockery, and Song Lubai scoffed, "This is a desolate desert, isn't it normal for us to be afraid?"
Feng Ying looked at Wei Yang and asked uncertainly, "Is he the Comrade Wei who brought us to XJ?"
Wei Yang nodded in response, his voice steady: "It's me."
"I heard you're taking a day off tomorrow. Do you need to go to the factory or the bazaar to buy anything? If you get up early, I can deliver it to you on my way."
Feng Ying happily agreed, "Go, go, go! But what will we do when we get back?"
Wei Yang: "We'll be bringing the construction team again tomorrow, so we'll have to make several trips. After you've finished buying your things, wait for us at the entrance of the Armed Forces Department. It would be best if you could be there before six o'clock."
"Thank you very much, Comrade Wei."
Wei Yang nodded. "You're welcome."
After the two groups dispersed and had gone some distance, Feng Ying nudged Song Lubai's shoulder and said, "You and this Comrade Wei are quite familiar with each other. I saw you two talking several times in the car. Be honest, is there something more than revolutionary friendship between you?"
Song Lubai turned the tables, "Oh dear, they were all staring at the men on the bus. I wonder who had something to hide."
Feng Ying spat and said, "Was I looking at him? I was clearly looking at you."
Song Lubai was baffled: "Look at me? What's so interesting about me?"
Feng Ying whispered, "Haven't you noticed that these past few days, there have been guys coming up to you, wanting to help you with chores?"
If Song Lubai said she hadn't noticed this phenomenon, she would be pretending. However, when working, she did what she was supposed to do, never taking advantage of others, and never slacking off.
"What does this have to do with you?"
Feng Ying said matter-of-factly, "Why would a man want to help you with your work? Why do I always want to pay attention to you? It's because you're beautiful, which makes people unconsciously want to pay attention to you."
Song Lubai had heard enough compliments about her looks; she'd heard them since she was a child, and after hearing them so many times, she no longer found them meaningful.
Song Lubai sincerely said, "You're beautiful too."
Feng Ying thought that although she wasn't as pretty as Song Lubai, she wasn't far off either. She chuckled and said, "I'll take that as a compliment. But I have to remind you, we won't be here long, so don't even think about finding a partner here. You'll have to wait until your job assignment is finalized and things are stable before you start looking for someone. Someone asked Director Wang before, and we're being assigned to different locations, like Urumqi, Shicheng, or maybe even branch factories under the main plant. We'll have to wait until after the labor training and two months of training to assign us, which should be around next spring."
Song Lubai knew she wouldn't be staying here long, and she had no intention of doing so right now.
They're all grown women now, so there's nothing wrong with them discussing finding a partner among themselves.
Song Lubai's plan has always been to settle down and start a family once she has a stable job and is out of poverty.
Marriage is a big deal, and she wants to find someone she's satisfied with.
Song Lubai's scalp was itchy, so she took out a comb from her pocket and started combing her hair. "Is your head still itchy? I just washed my hair yesterday at noon, and it's been itchy on and off today. Do you have lice?"
It would have been better if she hadn't said anything, because after she did, Feng Ying started scratching her head, "I've been itchy for days, maybe I caught it from Zhao Di."
The two returned to their dugout and heard Wang Qun scratching his head, saying that his head was itchy.
After discussing it, everyone realized that they had been infected with lice by Wu Zhaodi.
Wu Zhaodi sat on the bed, not daring to utter a sound. After a while, she said guiltily, "Otherwise, I'll go find the comrades from Shanghai and ask them to help send a letter home. We'll give them more money and ask someone to help send a few more bars of sulfur soap over."
Buying soap requires an industrial permit. Not only does it cost money to have something shipped from so far away, but it also takes a considerable amount of time, at least a month.
It was an unexpected disaster that several people got infected, and to make matters worse, they had to spend extra money to buy sulfur soap. To be honest, everyone was a little unhappy.
No one said a word, and Wu Zhaodi was a little embarrassed. She bit her lip, lowered her head, and sat there feeling somewhat awkward.
Song Lubai said, "Everyone in our bed has been infected, so there must be lice on this bed. Tomorrow morning, we should take the bedding and reeds out to air and shake them. We should wash and comb our hair frequently every day, which should help. But we still need to buy sulfur soap."
In the darkness, someone asked, "Then who will pay for the tickets?"
This is an issue that cannot be avoided.
Although everyone gets along well on a regular basis, that's only when there are no conflicts of interest.
Nobody is well-off, and even if they are, they don't want to be dragged into paying money or tickets for nothing.
Wu Zhaodi remained silent, and no one spoke for a long time in the dark dugout.
Song Lubai is a grown woman now, and she doesn't want to shave her head, nor can she let lice settle on her head and live a carefree life.
Anyway, she had to find a way to get a bar of sulfur soap to get rid of the lice on her head.
The next morning, before it was fully light, there was movement outside the dugout.
Those who were going to the market were afraid of missing the truck, so they got up as soon as they heard the commotion outside. After washing up, they took two big flatbreads and got on the truck.
There is currently one truck and two tractors at the camp. The tractor driven by Zhao Aiguo is the oldest type, and its back bed can't carry many people, plus it looks very dangerous.
Compared to a truck, a tractor that keeps sputtering and churning isn't as comfortable to ride in.
The trucks were taken over by the big guys, which squeezed the male comrades from the Armed Forces Department who had originally arrived in trucks onto tractors.
Song Lubai specially changed into her white shirt today, and wore yellow-green military pants.
The hem of her white shirt was tucked into her waist, and her pants hung loosely on her legs, making her look tall and thin, with an indescribable air about her.
The women couldn't help but keep staring at her.
Everyone wears those yellow-green military pants every day, and they get all dusty and dirty from digging ditches every day. They're really not very aesthetically pleasing. So how come she looks so good when she just changes into a white shirt?
With a slim waist, long legs, and a straight back, loose-fitting clothes don't look ill-fitting on her; instead, they make her look like she's carrying them off perfectly.
After explaining things to his companions, Wei Yang walked towards the truck cab and immediately spotted Song Lubai standing on the back of the truck, holding onto the handrail and talking to someone with a smile.
It's strange, but he always seems to spot her in a crowd at a glance, and then can't help but look at her again and again.
Song Lubai's outfit was nothing special in the performing arts troupe, but she looked much better in it than others.
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