My 1979

The annual output of these teas is limited. There is only a small amount, not a lot. If you have the money, there is no place to buy it. If you say you don’t feel distressed, you are lying!

After Li Lan finished eating the tea eggs, he smashed them in his mouth, moved a small stool or a big chair that was taller than him to the yard, and started to do his homework consciously.

Li He watched for a while and felt there was nothing wrong with him, so he left him alone.

"Don't be half-hearted and do your homework well."

Only when Li Lan was writing with one hand and playing with Du Gao with the other did Li He say a few words.

The so-called homework is to copy the pinyin and words, and write each one two or three times. Li Lan has a good foundation in calligraphy, so writing these is naturally very easy. It takes about ten minutes to finish it all.

Li He checked it once and considered it passed.

Then he took out the big radio, plugged in the tape, and asked Li Lan to practice dancing. This was a daily chore that He Fang had promised to supervise every day before leaving.

As a result, I tried over and over again several times, but it was stuck on a cassette and could not be played at all.

I couldn't find a spare tape, because the teacher at the Children's Palace only handed out one tape, so the two of them could only stare at each other.

"I will hum the accompaniment for you!" Li He was confident and thought it was not too difficult.

"You are my little apple.

Like the most beautiful clouds in the sky.

Spring has come again and flowers are blooming all over the hillsides.

Sow hope and you will reap.

You are my little apple"

The vocal range is so narrow that there are no ups and downs, and anyone can sing it.

"Dance, why are you standing there dumbly!" Li He danced there, but Li Lan didn't react at all.

"No." Li Lan cried sadly.

"Idiot, here's this." Li He continued to hum, "The vast horizon is my love.

Flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills.

What kind of rhythm.

It is the most swaying.

What kind of singing is the most joyful.

The winding river water comes from the sky.

Flow towards the sea of ​​purple and red.”

Li Lan continued to shake his head.

"You look like you're drunk.

The eyes are slightly open.

I, A, and you, A, are close friends.

Try your best to open the soju."

Li He had no choice but to entertain himself there.

The two of them were still staring at each other, upgraded version.

Li He was about to go back to the house to get the erhu to play accompaniment, but before he could enter the house, he heard a burst of laughter.

"Qin, what are you doing sneaking around there?" Li He was furious when he saw Qin Youmi walking into the yard.

"Who's being sneaky? I can't even pass by?" Qin Youmi smiled so hard that he didn't even straighten up.

Li He said disdainfully, "Passing by? You are different in passing by. You have already passed by my yard."

"Li Laoer, you are so funny. Is there anyone who accompanies you like this?" Qin Youmi changed the topic and said with a smile, "But you sing well. I have listened to "Lest Loss of Ambition", so why else? I’ve never heard of it?”

Li He snorted coldly, "I created it myself."

"Just you?" Qin Youmi definitely didn't believe it.

"Hey, I'm not asking you to believe me."

"I'm too lazy to tell you more." Qin Youmi touched Li Lan's head and said, "Wait here for Auntie, Auntie will be your accompaniment."

Before Li He could reply, she disappeared.

He didn't care and went back to the house to find his erhu.

The erhu had not been used for a long time and was covered with dust. When he got a rag, before he could wipe it clean, Qin Youmi had already carried a guitar and entered the yard in a hurry.

"Still erhu? Old-fashioned but not old-fashioned."

She despised it very much.

"It's all up to you." Li He just wiped his erhu.

"Start, get ready to dance." Qin Youmi dialed the dazzle skillfully, and a melodious melody floated in the yard.

"That's right, that's right, that's right. Lower your arms a little bit and do the movements in the order of the intro and the ending. Yes, that's right." Qin Youmi clapped along. "It's very flexible and stretchable. It's good for dancing."

Li He was shocked. This was the first time he heard the guitar version of Chopin's "Mazurka". He didn't expect this girl to be so capable.

He just held the teapot and watched.

When it was almost done, Li Lan was sweating all over. Li He gave him some water and asked him to wash his face and hands.

"Thank you anyway." After all, it was helpful for Li He to make sarcastic remarks.

"Now you know how powerful I am, right?" Qin Youmi was very impressed.

"Yes, you are great. Can you dance? The instructor is very impressive." Li He was a little curious.

Qin Youmi said proudly, "Humph, I learned to dance when I was three years old. I even won many awards in dance competitions."

"This is the difference between a rural person like me and a city person like you. I was still playing in the mud when I was three years old." Li He said this sincerely. Look at what he did when he was three years old. Look at what he was doing when he was three years old. The gap is not that big.

Just at the starting line, he lost a lot to the boss.

"It's boring to talk to someone like you."

Qin Youmi tossed his hair and left with his guitar on his back.

"Do you want to have dinner yet?" Li He found that Li Lan was holding a big steamed bun and gnawing on it again. The tea eggs he had just eaten probably hadn't been digested yet.

Ever since Wu Chunqiang and his wife started selling Northeastern steamed buns, their family has never lacked this stuff. Because the couple lives next door, they would bring a lot of them here every now and then, not only for breakfast, but also for lunch and dinner. .

"It's delicious." Li Lan turned a deaf ear to Li He's words and continued to eat his own.

"Are you busy?" Old man Zhang came in with a dove cover and offered Li He a cigarette.

"Can you catch them all today?" Li He was done with these pigeons and would definitely not keep any of them.

"You didn't feed me today, did you?"

Li He shook his head, "You told me not to feed him, so I didn't feed him anything."

"Then don't worry, no one can escape." Old man Zhang scattered a large amount of corn on the edge of the rockery, and a group of pigeons immediately fell to the ground.

"Did you make wine?" Li He smelled the wine.

Old Man Zhang said with a smile, "It will be easier to catch them only if they are drunk."

"Hey, why didn't I turn the corner!" Li He slapped his head angrily. He had once used this method to catch sparrows, and he could catch them accurately!

After waiting for probably not long, the pigeons began to stagger one by one. Old man Zhang stepped forward with a smile, not even giving him a chance to flutter, and stuffed them into the bag one by one, without any of them slipping through the net.

"Would you like to leave two for you to stew?"

"No, I don't want to eat this stuff." Li He waved his hand, "How about we drink two cups here tonight?"

Old man Zhang said with a smile, "Now that we live far away, we are not as free as before. Wait until later. I will come to have lunch."

"That's okay."

Li and Old Man Zhang walked to the door.

"Pigeons!" Li Lan was a little unhappy when he saw old man Zhang taking the pigeons away! He stamped his feet anxiously.

"What?" Li He was puzzled.

"My family!" Li Lan was about to cry. Before Li He could react, he ran over and grabbed the back seat of Old Man Zhang's bicycle, preventing him from leaving.