Check out the cool articles about the abuse of scum by educated youths in the 1960s. See if there are any shadows in your own life. Any similarities are purely coincidental.
The wind in the twelfth lunar month was like a knife, and I squatted at the gate of the educated youth point to rub corn.
Li Jianguo put his military coat on my best friend Zhao Xiaolian and looked back at me: "Lin Daya, your cotton-padded jacket was given to me by my mother, please return it to me."
I said nothing.
He started picking it up directly.
The buttons fell apart, the cotton was exposed, and he didn't even leave me the last piece.
At minus 20 degrees, I stood in the snow wearing single clothes and laughed out loud.
I was so stupid in my previous life, thinking that he still had some affection for me. As a result, he took my dowry cotton-padded jacket and gave it to Zhao Xiaolian to change into a cheongsam. I froze to death on the way back to my parents' home.
This life is different.
