When everyone dispersed, they all glanced at Li Yuanchao's bicycle at the same time.
It was a brand new Forever brand bicycle.
She was so beautiful that there was nothing to say about it.
In this era where resources were scarce, it was a fashionable means of transportation.
Moreover, its carrying capacity was quite impressive.
The backseat had people, and the front beam had a bag of noodles. It was easy.
The stick stood beside Qin Huairu, staring at Li Yuanchao's bicycle like a hungry wolf.
He had no choice.
The first bicycle in the courtyard.
Who didn't love him?
Even though he was young, he still recognized the bicycle.
If they were in the countryside, they might not even see each other a few times a year.
But it was different in the city.
After leaving the courtyard, passing through the alleys and walking on the streets, he could see people riding bicycles past him from time to time.
The adults coveted the bicycle because they wanted to buy it and have one for themselves.
A naughty child like the stick wanted to touch it, take a look, and play with it.
It would be best if he could remove a few of the spoke from the wheel to make a slingshot.
A devilish child naturally had the thoughts of a devilish child.
He only cared about his needs. He didn't care whose car it was.
As long as he wanted something, it would belong to him.
The stick made up his mind.
She looked at Li Yuanchao's bicycle with a reluctant expression.
Qin Huiru looked at the bicycle and felt a little lonely.
Because when she married Jia Dongxu.
There was only a sewing machine from the Flying Man.
Moreover, she had not used the sewing machine even once since they got married.
It had always been occupied by the Jia Zhang family.
In Jia Zhangshi's words.
"You're from the countryside. What kind of sewing machine do you know? I'll do it when you need it.”
So, there was a sewing machine at home, but that thing's surname was Jia.
Qin Huai felt as if he was not qualified to use it.
A minute later.
The backyard was empty.
Everyone dispersed.
Li Yuanchao also returned to the house.
........
A night passed.
Early in the morning.
She slept until eight or nine in the morning. The sun shone on the Kang through the hemp paper window.
Li Yuanchao stretched and sat up on the brick bed.
The factory was on holiday today.
Therefore, Li Yuanchao did not need to wake up early.
However, when he sat up.
There was a thud outside the window.
A black shadow flashed past the bicycle outside the door.
Li Yuanchao didn't need to think to know that Qin Huairu's son was secretly playing with his bicycle.
However, Li Yuanchao was too lazy to care.
A brat like the stick meme would sooner or later court his own death.
Li Yuanchao got off the bed and put on his shoes. He opened the door and went to the public toilet.
In just a moment.
The thug hiding in the middle court saw Li Yuanchao go to the public toilet.
He ran to the bicycle and turned the pedal with his hand.
He started playing with Li Yuanchao's bicycle.
In fact, at around seven o'clock in the morning.
The stick stalk slipped from the middle court to the backyard.
He took the saw blade he brought from home and wanted to saw the spoke on Li Yuanchao's bicycle.
However, because the saw blade was not sharp.
The rod was sawed for a long time, leaving only some grinding marks on the spoke.
In front of Liu Haizhong's house, the second aunt saw the stick man secretly playing with Li Yuanchao's bicycle.
He didn't take it seriously.
It was normal for children to be naughty.
It was just that the children in the other yards were naughty.
That was pure mischief.
However, this naughty child was not as simple as being naughty. He was courting death.
Looking at the rapidly spinning wheels, he was not satisfied.
He pulled out Shazhu, who was busy cooking in the house.
"Silly Zhu, get on your bicycle and take me around the courtyard.”
Silly Zhu glanced at Li Yuanchao's bicycle and couldn't hold it in any longer.
Although Shazhu didn't have a bicycle, he had borrowed one from other people in the factory to ride it a few times.
Seeing the stick meme, he refused to let it go.
Silly Zhu asked.
"Li Yuanchao isn't in the house?"
"No, she went to the public toilet."
After saying that, he pointed at the public toilet.
Seeing that the opportunity had come, Shazhu pushed the bicycle to the middle of the backyard without saying anything. His right foot pushed the parking rack up with a whoosh.
He picked up the stick and placed it in the backseat.
Shazhu started to ride the bicycle around the courtyard.
The stick was sitting in the backseat, cheering.
"Silly Zhu, Silly Zhu, ride faster.”
The stick urged.
Silly Zhu was also happy in his heart, his legs kicked harder.
Xu Damao leaned against the window and saw that Shazhu had stolen Li Yuanchao's bicycle with a stick. He wanted to try it out.
In the courtyard, Shazhu rode faster and the wheels turned faster.
The idiosyncrasies of a meme were triggered.
His feet reached into the back wheels of the bicycle.
There was a loud crash.
The bicycle immediately stopped moving.
Immediately after.
The pained screams of the stick instantly resounded in the backyard.
"Ah!"
Silly Zhu quickly got out of the car and turned around to look.
He was scared silly.
The legs of the stick were caught in the bicycle's spoke.
Blood flowed out of the cotton shoes on the stick's feet.
Drip...
tick
"Grandma, Grandma!"
The stick was in so much pain that his face was twisted.
She shouted at the top of her lungs, calling out to Jia Zhangshi.
In the middle court, at the Jia residence.
Jia Zhangshi was busy cooking with Qin Huairu.
He heard the heart-wrenching shouts of the stick.
Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huiru put down the work in their hands and ran toward the backyard in a panic.
"Grandson, what's wrong?"
Jia Zhangshi rushed into the backyard and saw the stick on the bicycle.
His feet were dripping blood.
Jia Zhang-shi's face turned pale.
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