The next day, as soon as the off-work bell rang, Su Changshun finished packing up the blackboard bulletin materials in a flash, grabbed his lunch box, and strode outside. His movements were as brisk as if he had rehearsed them. He swung his leg over his Flying Pigeon bicycle and signaled to Li Xiaomei to take the backseat.
The tires crunched over the thick dust of the factory yard and turned onto the main street. Facing the evening wind without looking back, Su Changshun spoke directly to the backseat: "Later on, when we get to the compound, don't go straight home," his voice was not loud, cutting through the clatter of the bicycle wheels, "go with the others to Zhuzi's place."
Li Xiaomei acknowledged him from behind with a soft, "Mm."
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