It was only around four o'clock in the afternoon when we left Huimin Road. The sun was bright but a little less scorching than at noon. Su Yue raised her face and looked at the blue sky and squinted her eyes. The clouds were torn into thin smoke, which did not provide any protection against radiation.

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She looked at her crystal-white palms, her fingers were slender and boneless. She was really lucky that she had special powers and could drink spiritual spring water for beauty. Otherwise, she would have had a tan by now just wandering around in the sun.

Coal ball.

Shaking her head and putting aside these messy thoughts, Su Yue got on her bicycle again and set off, her destination - the Beijing Automobile Factory.

Today, the automobile factory received a very unique customer. He said that he wanted to buy a car by himself, not for the work unit, but as a private car. He came over with a large pocket of money.

In 1982, very few people could afford to buy a private car. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as rare. After all, the cheapest car was more than 50,000 yuan. In this case, the average annual income was only 400 to 500 yuan.

You can imagine how shocked it was.

After an hour-long conversation and trial, Su Yue bought her first car in her life. It was white. The model, performance, and fuel consumption were all good. She thought it was more cost-effective. It cost her more than 70,000 yuan.

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It was a bit expensive, but definitely worth it. As soon as she got the car key, she put the bicycle in the trunk, sat in the driver's seat and touched the steering wheel. It had been a long time. Except for a little difference from later generations of cars, there was nothing else.

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Insert the key, start the ignition, and step on the accelerator. A series of actions are completed in one go. Then, under the worried and shocked eyes of the car factory workers, he makes a beautiful tail flick and drives out of the factory in the next second.

It wasn't until the butt of the car was no longer visible that the workers in the car factory started talking about it.

"Damn, that girl is so awesome. She drives this car really well. Even men don't dare to drive like that, right?"

"No, you are so brave. It was over in a flash." A man squatted down and looked at the friction marks of the wheels on the ground.

"Young girl bought her own car at a young age. I don't know if she will be able to buy a wheel in her lifetime? Sure enough, reincarnation is a technical job!" Some people were envious.

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Su Yue didn't know what was going on at the car factory after she left. She drove her new car for a walk around the city. She visited places she hadn't been to before. She felt that it was really convenient to have her own car. There were many cars in the space.

, it’s a pity that it can’t be taken out.

It wasn't until she got over the addiction that she slowly drove towards the compound. The unfamiliar vehicle was naturally stopped by the soldiers standing guard. Su Yue showed her face and explained to the soldier, then got off the car and registered, so that she would not need to enter or leave again in the future.

It's so troublesome.

Xiaobao made a lot of good friends at Dayuandi Primary School. These children were all born and raised in the courtyard. They were in a small group for each age group. They were not familiar with Xiaobao who came here midway at first.

I am happy to take him to play.

But who gave Xiaobao a super awesome mother who can cook a lot of delicious food? Every day when Xiaobao goes to school, his backpack is full. He is also very generous. When he eats, he will share it with others in the class.

Children.

They are soft-mouthed when eating people, but short-handed when handling people. Even after eating Xiaobao's things, they are embarrassed not to take him to play. After getting along for a while, these little guys have become good friends.

When I go to school, I have to go to the door of my house and make an appointment to go together.

After the music class in the afternoon, these children got out of school. It was still early, so they didn't want to go home, so they ran around in the courtyard chattering and playing guerrilla warfare.

The game was full of sweat and disgrace. Xiaobao played the role of a little devil this time. He didn't have to do it if he didn't like it. In the village, he could rely on his father being a member of the People's Liberation Army, so he would play the role of a little People's Liberation Army member every time.

But it doesn't work in the compound. Almost every child's parents or grandfather are People's Liberation Army. He has no advantage. He loses again in rock-paper-scissors. If he is willing to accept defeat, he will play the little devil.

Playing the little devil with him is the grandson of Grandpa Zhang's family next door. His name is Zhang Junkai. He is six years old this year. He is a little fat boy. He was also Xiaobao's deskmate at school. The two of them played the best.

Zhang Junkai is a very righteous little guy. He could have been a member of the People's Liberation Army, but he became a little devil just to accompany Xiaobao. This moved Xiaobao very much, and he opened his little duck bag during his break.

Even though Zhang Junkai is a rather weighty little fat guy, he has good facial features and thick eyebrows. When he saw Xiaobao opening the bag, he ran over excitedly, his face flushed: "Xiaobao, Xiaobao, you

Did you bring chocolate cake today?"

As soon as he said this, the playful children gathered over and started talking to each other. They also wanted to eat chocolate cake.

"Xiaobao, the buns made by my mother are delicious. You give me chocolate cake, and I will bring you buns to eat tomorrow, made with fine flour." The little boy in military uniform said, licking his mouth.

"I'll bring it too. I'll let you eat fried meatballs with milk when I go home. Xiaobao, I'll bring them for you tomorrow too." Another child raised his hand and said loudly.

No one is willing to lag behind and everyone wants to eat the cake.

They are all five or six years old. Being able to play with a little kid like Xiaobao is indispensable to the various delicious foods in Xiaobao's hands. Of course, these children don't eat Xiaobao for free. No matter how much food they have, they

All are exchanged.

Xiaobao slowly opened the zipper and lived up to the expectations of the children. He took out a transparent box the size of an adult's palm. Inside was a small round cake, topped with chocolate chips and decorated with attractive red decorations.

little cherries.

"Wow wow, it's really chocolate cake. Xiaobao, you're so kind to me. I said I wanted to eat it yesterday, and you brought it here today." Zhang Junkai successfully squeezed in to Xiaobao's side by virtue of his fat advantage, and looked at him with covetous eyes.

The little cake didn't even blink.

Xiaobao pulled out a few more small spoons. When he heard this, he blinked, raised his curled eyelashes and stared at Zhang Junkai for a while, and then said softly: "No, my mother did it herself, I didn't say anything.

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It just seems like a coincidence, don't think too much about it.

The little fat man didn't hear it. He just thought that Xiaobao asked his mother to make this chocolate cake after listening to his words. He was very happy. He thought that Xiaobao was so good to him, so he should be even better to Xiaobao.

OK.

Xiaobao looked at him and smiled silly, his pale eyebrows furrowed, his little nose wrinkled, thinking that his deskmate seemed a little not very smart, should he go and talk to Grandpa Zhang.
Chapter completed!