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                                                                                                                                                                “好哥哥哩，俺眼珠子不是玻璃。俺不说，打死俺也不说是哥哥救俺哩。哼——”蹦蹦跳跳，扭着屁股，朝前走了。
                                                                                                                                                                茬辈子了，你姓严，俺姓刘，你年纪大，咋能叫俺“哥哥”？这同学！摇摇头，顺着队伍前走。
                                                                                                                                                                几个人，稀稀拉拉唱着“五星红旗迎风飘扬，革命歌声多么嘹亮……”老师吆喝了两声，唱歌的同学才多了起来。三四十人唱过去，路边人喝起彩来，“到底是学生兵，有劲！”
                                                                                                                                                                “天天费的是瞎劲！顶饥哩……”
                                                                                                                                                                “就是，喊破嗓门，回家还不得多吃些？心疼死老娘哩！”
                                                                                                                                                                到了自己小队，一边走，一边回家。
                                                                                                                                                                “作伐，下午从地里回来，这儿等俺哩。”
                                                                                                                                                                “俺没空。”
                                                                                                                                                                “没空，俺就死等你！”转身跑进家里，“咣当”开了门，扭身朝外笑笑。
                                                                                                                                                                “弟弟，闷头想啥哩？”
                                

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