October 10, 1987, sunny, dusk, colorful clouds in the sky
This river has flowed for thousands of years. She has nurtured generations of descendants by the river. She has no regrets and is still flowing alone today.
Two lonely figures sat by the river that never stopped. On this day, they arrived in the sky first and flew over a group of geese returning south under the setting sun, sparkling waves
"Red soldiers, the sunset in the northeast is very beautiful, much more beautiful than the sunset in Beijing."
"Did you miss home?"
“This is my home”
"hehe"
"Red Soldier, why are you alive for?"
"Realize communism and liberate the working people all over the world"
"Can you tell me something realistic?"
"For my relatives, Gao Huan, I am attached to the surging rivers and the towering Nanshan in front of us."
"Red soldier, you have Gao Huan, drink this clear river water, and walk all over the green mountain, why are you alive?"
"Have these for a lifetime"
"You are a happy person. I know why I live for, but I haven't got it yet."
"Haha, Master Shen, why are you alive?"
“Yeah…I don’t want to say it”
"Are you afraid of death?"
"yes"
"Why?"
"I haven't slept with my third sister yet."
With a "puzzle", Xiao Beijing was kicked into Jiangli by Zhao Hongbing.
One minute later, the wet little Beijing silently climbed to the shore, but did not go to the shore.
"Red Soldier, if I was beaten to death today, tell my third sister that I love her." Little Beijing whispered that Zhao Hongbing glanced at him, picked up a stone, threw it hard towards the river, and made three splashes in the river.
Silence for a long time………
"Yeah, I'll tell her."
Zhao Hongbing and Xiao Beijing, the life-and-death brothers, remained silent after Zhao Hongbing's words, and no one spoke again
Five minutes later, a loud military song came from behind him, singing "Return of Target Shooting". Zhao Hongbing and Xiao Beijing both heard it. The loudest voice was Xiao Ji, who had just recovered from injury, and looked back. Sure enough, Xiao Ji Ti
A handful of sand spray was walking towards them singing military songs. Behind him were Li Si, Fei Si and Li Si's younger brothers, Li Si's younger brothers, and more than a dozen people were singing along with them.
There are all guys like triangular scrapers and gun stabs, and they have been hunted around in the past few days.
Sunset, the Western Mountains are flying with red clouds flying with soldiers shooting and targets. Red flowers reflecting on their chests. The happy singing of the sky is flying. "Xiao Ji, if Chairman Mao sees you fighting with someone with a gunpowder gun, will he be angry to death?
I'm happy?" After Xiao Beijing blushed and said his thoughts, he completely put down his burden and returned to the cynical demeanor of the stubborn lord. "Hey, then you and the Red Soldier will fight without taking anything, Mao
The Chairman
Don't be angry? How did Chairman Mao teach us? Don't fight a battle without confidence, don't fight a battle without preparation." Xiao Ji's favorite and the poor in Beijing "The Red Soldiers and I both despise weapons. If you want to do it well, you must first benefit.
The weapon and I have already polished our weapons a few years ago. Our weapons are will. Once the little Beijing starts to be poor, ten people can't say that he is one of them. "Oh, Master Shen, why are you wet?
Yes? Is this just finished honing his will?"
"My master, I'm hot, go down and rush it, it's cool."
"I will blow him when Old Li's stick comes." Every time before the fight, Sun Dawei was majestic. Today he was holding his sandstorm that had never been fired.
"Dawei, have you fired a gun? Just don't tremble your hands." Xiao Beijing did not forget to mock Sun Dawei. "Dawei, you hit Li Lao's crotch. I heard that he has ruined the girl a lot." Li Si has always hated evil as much as his revenge.
"Si'er, you can't let Dawei hit him in the crotch. If you can't knock down three of his donkeys and leave a few iron sand in the old stick Li's head, wouldn't that increase the friction and increase the pleasure of a woman?
It's even worse for him to kill the girl." Little Beijing's imagination cannot help but impress people.
"Master Shen, then Dawei shot you first! Anyway, this thing just sounded, and if you used the stick for Old Li, you would be useless." Xiao Ji said, "Don't interfere... I'm not afraid of hurting me,
But I just don’t know if my third sister likes it? What if a few grains of iron sand are left behind and it affects its beauty? "Whether the third sister is willing to take care of Xiao Beijing, Xiao Beijing always thinks that his thing is for the third sister."
Take off your pants and show me, let me see if it looks good before it was beaten?" Xiao Ji said, "Oh, Brother Liu and the others are here. Brother Liu is so handsome today
, as handsome as my thing!" Little Beijing saw the bangs coming over, bangs were indeed particularly stylish. Although they were still yellow rubber shoes, nine-point pants, and big hat, there was a black cloak on the outside of the shirtless outside.
, This cloak is said to be modified with the curtains in the slide classroom of the 14th Middle School. He holds a wide-back machete in his hand. As for the sinister weapon like the triangular shave, isn't a hero like Liu Haizhu?
After seven years of use, Ergou had seen the same look as he had in the movie "Shuangqi Town Swordsman" that day.
The biggest feature of the seven brothers brought by Liu Haizhu that day was that the weapon in his hand was firmly tied to his hands with gauze bandages used by the hospital.
The hero is the hero, the old bastard is the old bastard. There is indeed extraordinary experience and wrap the weapon firmly in your hands. The other party cannot take it over, unless you cut off your wrist and cut off your hands.
"Has the old old man Li's stick arrived yet?" Liu Haizhu was so murderous. "Haha, it will arrive later." Zhao Hongbing looked very relaxed. "Come on! There are still a few bicycles left over from me that have not been repaired." Liu Haizhu is not only dedicated and loving.
He is a good example and always has the belief of winning. He firmly believes that he can go back to repair his bicycle