"Hey, your sharpie is here! She must have seen your car and smelled you, right?!"
Jianguoer is an old Kyoto term used to describe a pretty girl who has a few female fans.
As soon as Liu Dapeng finished speaking, Chen Biqing, the daughter of the head of the logistics department of the Air Force compound, pushed the door open with a head of fluffy permed hair.
"Liu Dapeng, when did you change your younger brother? Who was the one who opened the door?"
"Don't mention it. That brat kept saying he was from the Artillery Academy. I thought he was from the Second Artillery, but guess what? Turns out he's from the Light Bulb Factory's staff compound! If he lets us hang out in this circle, isn't that class betrayal? Bro, tell him to get out!"
Shen Biqing raised her chin and smiled proudly. When she looked down at Chu Yifeng, she pursed her pink lips. The girl in the bat shirt looked very delicate. She blinked her big almond eyes and sat beside Chu Yifeng:
"Brother Feng, what have you been busy with recently? Xiaoqing hasn't seen you in a long time."
With the corners of his mouth curled up, Chu Yifeng calmly turned his body to the side and crossed his legs, moving a little further away from Shen Biqing, who was covered in the fragrance of powder. He was handsome, had beautiful hands, and his voice was even more magnetic and deep:
"Busy, go play."
Amid the music of "Sweet Honey," Chu Yifeng watched with a cold eye as men and women embraced and danced ballroom dances. Liu Dapeng approached him again and whistled loudly, "Your honey is here too!"
Xia Hailan lives in the legendary Maoer Hutong, where there are the Ministry of Foreign Affairs family compound, the Air Force family compound, the Ministry of Coal Industry family compound, and many other family compounds of various kinds.
Her father is a leader in the Ministry of Coal, and her mother is the deputy director of a song and dance troupe. Xia Hailan is 172 cm tall. Compared with Shen Biqing's mindless pursuit of Chu Yifeng and Shen Biqing's appearance and figure, although her family background is a little inferior, she is also a person of genuine family background and good looks. Moreover, she plays music, forms a band, and writes some essays from time to time for publication. She has the unique charm of a literary young woman.
Not to mention that she inherited her mother's emotional intelligence, she understands men's hearts, and she has been struggling to understand Chu Yifeng's psychology.
Chen Biqing pushed aside the two couples who were dancing around her. Every time she saw Xia Hailan, she would act as aggressive as a cross-eyed chicken.
Because she couldn't stand seeing Chu Yifeng smile at Xia Hailan. Just like at this moment, the gentle Chu Yifeng took the initiative to greet Xia Hailan!
In this "compound circle" where making friends depends on status and dining requires a seat in a lecture hall, young men and women express their love, hate, and passion in the midst of disco and breakdancing.
The dazzling lights and hazy night...
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At this moment, a girls' dormitory at Kyoto Normal University was completely silent. It was awkward and embarrassing.
Bi Yue felt her face flush. How introverted must her original owner be to have ended up in this situation?!
Didn't she just chat with her roommates, say a few intimate words, and ask a few more questions?
When she doesn't want to go to bed right after washing her pants? She's almost broken!
But she wanted to know the current price news and the market value of twenty-five dollars.
Liang Xiaoxiao, who was sitting on the upper bunk of Bi Yue, continued to comb her hair with a wooden comb. She smiled as she lowered her head.
Bi Yue seemed like a stranger in this way. It was rare that he spoke more than ten sentences in one night, and they were all coherent.
Looking down at the bunk below, Liang Xiaoxiao was the first to liven up the atmosphere:
"Bi Yue, my mom said soybean oil is 88 cents. Isn't that the same price where you are? Why are you asking this?"
"Ah, no one in my village can eat soybean oil. We are just chatting. We have nothing to do anyway." Bi Yue laughed.
Fu Xiaolin put down the book in her hand, took off her glasses, leaned against the headboard and continued:
"That's right. Rural residents can't even afford animal oil. Forget eating, even when giving birth, they won't go to the hospital. My mother often comes home and tells me about women in certain villages and towns who gave birth at home to save the hospital bill, only to end up with heavy bleeding. Some even died at the county hospital."
Bi Yue blinked and continued the conversation: "How much does it cost to have a baby?"
"A hundred dollars or so."
Yuan Lisha snorted proudly, "How poor! My mom only earns a hundred yuan a month, and we can't even afford to have a child in the countryside!"
"What does your mother do?"
"A writer."
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Bi Yue put her hands behind her head and stared at the upper bunk with a dazed look.
In the mid-1980s, the average worker's salary was around 60 yuan, hairy crabs cost 5 yuan per pound, movies cost 1 yuan, fan-brand soap cost 30 cents, bicycle storage cost 2 yuan a month, and renting a 50-square-meter, two-bedroom apartment with a private kitchen and bathroom cost only 8.5 yuan...
Maybe she can really do something with this twenty-five dollars...
The next morning, despite feeling a slight pain in her lower abdomen, Bi Yue left the dormitory at three in the morning...
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