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Just as he was hesitating, he heard the female broadcaster next door, who had just been irrigated by cold water, shudder, though the sound was brief and slight for an instant. But when he heard the most provocative note he had ever heard, the most seductive note he had ever heard in his life, he took control of himself. He jumped up and grabbed the top of the wall with both hands.

He looked down and nearly fainted. What he saw was the female broadcaster's almost goddess-like body in the shower of clear water. The pear blossoms were like flowers in the water, and her creamy skin and her slender, springy figure were no wonder that so many men in the company were so envious. It was worth it for him to want to be intimate with her! While he was watching, the female broadcaster was still rubbing and washing herself with a towel. While she was washing, she was admiring her beautiful body, so she didn't notice the pair of spying eyes on her.

If he was a cunning and experienced peeping Tom, he might not have been able to do anything at all. If he had returned to the university in 1977, he might have been able to pass the college entrance exam with his results. Perhaps he was now a leader or a scholar in some field. But the complexity and wonder of life is that it has no if, as Maupassant said in The Necklace: "How strange life is, how capricious it is, how small things can corrupt you and make you what you are!"

How could he bear to get down now? While he was staring at the beauty in front of him, the female broadcaster, in order not to let the water on her hair get in her eyes, accidentally looked up and suddenly saw a boy's head on her head. She cried out, "Rogue! "There's a hoodlum!" As soon as she shouted, women and men immediately rushed into the women's bathhouse and male baths, and very quickly caught the 'Three Good Samsara' on the spot. Three Good Health "has become their commune sensation extraordinary news characters.

The school was first surprised at the appearance of such students, then angry and ashamed, and in those days there was no awareness of the protection of minors, only a determined struggle against bad thinking and bad behavior. "The next step was, of course, to quickly and openly organize the activities of the entire school to clean up the gangsters. The school immediately ordered the" Three Good Children "to stop classes and write and examine them, and even prepared to have him read his own peeping papers at the general assembly of the school." The parents did not expect their son, who they had always been proud of, to do such a shameful thing. They glared at their son, but did not even have the mood to hit him, instead they hatefully scolded, "You've completely disgraced our ancestors!"

Just as the school was about to call a general meeting to denounce the "Three Good Life" of the female broadcaster who was taking a bath, the "Three Good Life" quietly drank a bottle of "Dendrolimus" and killed themselves with fear and shame.

After his death, except for his father's eternal regrets and grievances, the school and the brigade, of course, took no responsibility, and for a considerable period of time he was a bad example of the moral education of the students.

Of course, Jiang Tinghua, who was in the same commune as him, knew about these things. His parents would often warn him and his brothers and sisters not to do anything that would embarrass his family, especially when it came to men and women.

Jiang Tsinghua had heard too many stories about men and women in junior high school. Plus, his parents were decent people who cared a lot about face, which made it so that he wouldn't dare to cross the line between men and women from the fifth grade onwards. Although his grades had always been top-notch, naturally there would be female students who admired him and even adored him, so he tried to ignore them.

Because he knew that even if he had the chance, even if he longed to have intimate contact with a girl, he didn't even have the guts to peep at a woman's shower like the "three good kids". He had worked as a student commissioner in his class for many years, but he had hardly spoken to a single girl until the first year of high school. However, he was, after all, able to take the first or second place examination without any preparation or review. His reading didn't have to take much of his energy, and he had no books and little entertainment in the seventies, so he focused on learning how to write, how to play the harmonica, how to play the guitar, and so on. He was also a good football player on the court, a good swimmer in the river, and he had learned Mao Zedong's poems and was even able to write a few handwritten ones. His articles and poems were the most published in the school wall papers during the campaign to fight back against right-wing crime, so his school grades and versatility were well-known throughout the school early in the morning. This made him conceited and unordinary, and such a personality was bound to make it difficult for him to please girls, even if he was in love with a girl, he would pretend to be disdainful on the outside.

His ambivalence about girls was both eager and afraid to get close to him, until two years before he went to college. The entire society was already very tolerant of communication and interaction between men and women. Although the open door had only opened a crack, it had already opened, and the most obvious difference was that from that moment on, no one was criticized for having a relationship between a man and a woman, and it was also very rare to hear about peeping at a woman taking a bath. Of course, at that time, there would also be yellow videos to watch secretly.

By the time he reached the first year of high school, the National College Entrance Examination, which had been suspended for more than ten years by the Cultural Revolution, had been restored for two years. If he didn't reply to the college entrance examination system, no matter how good Jiang Tinghua's grades were, he wouldn't have the chance to go to university. Because one of his sisters had been recommended to go to the provincial university in the seventies for good grades and active work, but was eventually pushed out because she had no backer. With the recovered College Entrance Test, although Jiang Tsinghua was still a poor student with a difficult life, his prestige in school had been greatly enhanced because of his good results. He would no longer feel inferior because of his poor family. Two years before the college entrance exam, he hadn't graduated from high school yet, but people in his commune had already gone to university. Whenever someone went to university, they would make a big meal and invite all his relatives, friends, and leaders to dinner at his home. And Jiang Qinghua's results were the best in the entire school as usual. Naturally, he was one of the prospective university students that the teachers and students had high hopes for. Of course, this was not the most important reason for him to regain his confidence.

What made him confident from then on was that the commune branch children, who had looked at him coldly, had changed from their original scorn to admiration and respect when they saw him. Because before he resumed his university entrance examinations, even though they all knew that his grades were very good, he still had to return to the large group to be a farmer after graduation. Even if their grades were average, after graduation they would be arranged to work in the commune with the help of their parents, or at the government or in a hospital or something. Even if their grades were poor, they could still work in the commune's township enterprises.

Since then, the number of girls who had asked Jiang Tsinghua for advice on their studies had increased. In order to ask him questions on their studies, many of the daughters of cadres had even invited him to come to their homes to play. Jiang Qinghua remembered the first time he visited her home with the daughter of the vice secretary of the commune. On that day, he was invited to be as reserved as he had been on the first day he was received by the mayor, because even though he was in his teens and had a lot of fellow cadets, although he often passed through the commune compound, he had never been in the home of a commune official. Whenever he heard the children of the commune branch office discussing how they had bought steamed buns or eaten red-braised pork in the canteen, he would feel dejected and inferior. He did not know when he would be able to have as much to eat as the children of the commune branch. So when he agreed to come to his house with the deputy secretary's daughter, one of his two vests was already pierced and the other was dirty, he took it off and quickly washed up and went to the deputy secretary's house to dry, to more or less conceal his poverty.