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After all, the understanding of portrait rights is not so deep in this year. He Songbai found his photo in the photo studio, and all he could do was to spend double the money to buy it.
Fortunately, the store manager was still the same store manager and did not change.
He had the photos taken off the wall and only charged the original price for that year.
He asked He Songbai jokingly, "Where's that girl?"
"Is she your wife now?"
He Songbai responded vaguely, fearing that others would ask more. After he took the photo, he carefully put it in his arms, and soon plunged into the freezing cold.
The first snow of winter is coming.
He Songbai opened his umbrella and walked slowly.
Finally, he went to a place where no one knew him anymore, and then took out the photo and looked at it carefully. His fingertips touched the yellowed photo. In the photo, she was young and beautiful, wearing a white shirt, her skin was almost dazzling. She picked up the flowers on the ground and sniffed, and hit He Songbai's heart. sour and bitter...
It was 1976 when I took this photo, and now it is the winter of 1980. He was still a poor and white boy, and her smile was so clear and pure, time passed so fast, four years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Snowflakes floated to his eyelashes, melted into water by the hot air he exhaled.
Someone on the street played a record, "Why is the spring breeze blowing so late?"
"Why is the autumn rain hitting the treetops?"
He touched the photo again, and in a trance, the two people in the photo, a man and a woman, and the other person gradually faded into a single person.
But the woman who sniffed the fragrant flowers under the hibiscus flower tree disappeared, only a young, serious youth remained.
He Songbai rubbed his eyes and rubbed his fingers vigorously.
"Aiya... Boss He, hurry up and get in the car!"
"I was really bad at hospitality and didn't send you back to the hotel!"
Lao Jin, the manager of the Sanitary Ware Company in S City, who had just discussed business with him, stopped the car and pulled He Songbai into the car.
Lao Jin pressed the pause button on the radio and changed the song.
"The grass is green and the mist is white."
"There is a beautiful woman on the water side."
The distant and graceful singing came from the radio, very quiet and beautiful. The singing voice seems to be moistened by the spring rain, smooth and ethereal, like the cool wind in winter, refreshing.
This familiar melody made He Songbai, who was immersed in the changes of the photos, froze.
It has drifted in the valley countless times. The first time I heard it, Zhao Lanxiang found out that he was working on the pig slaughtering farm, and was so distressed that he shed tears. She sang it over and over from behind his bicycle seat on his way back from delivering pork to the county seat.
Listening to it again now, He Songbai seems to still be able to smell the smell after the rain washed the green hills.
"It's a good song," he said.
Lao Jin is a music enthusiast. He heard He Songbai's praise, and his face glowed with a red light with honor.
He said: "Teng Lijun's songs have a different flavor."
"Is this the first time you listen to this album? It was just released this spring. I thought your students would have calluses on hearing it..."
He Songbai paused for a long time when he heard this.
He asked, "Yeah, just released this spring?"
Lao Jin patted his chest and said, "Don't look at me as a rude person with no culture, but that's fine. Teresa Teng, do you recognize her? The singer on the other side of the strait, her songs used to be banned and not allowed to be listened to. What's it called, ah... The Voice of Wei Mi... "
"Hey, fortunately times have changed."
Lao Jin was talking right up to himself. After the song "On the Water Side" was finished, he turned his head away inadvertently, and suddenly saw the man in the back seat with red eyes.
He silently parked the car on the side of the road, "Why, are you still crying?"
It was the first time that Lao Jin met someone who could cry when he heard Teresa Teng, and he was still a man. It was the first time he had encountered such a rare thing.
He opened the car window and smoked a cigarette.
Under the smoke lingering in the car, he saw the photo in the young man's hand.
He said, "You look handsome, your partner?"
He Songbai said, "Sorry, I'm leaving here tomorrow. I'll let my partner talk to you about the next details."
Lao Jin asked, "Where are you going?"
"Find my partner."
Lao Jin smiled leniently and said, "Go, there is only one object, and there are thousands of business orders..."
"It's no wonder that listening to a song can make people cry!"
Lao Jin watched the young man get off the bus and returned to the hotel.
…
After He Songbai returned to the hotel, he did not rest, but bought a vinyl record released by Teresa Teng in the spring of 1980, and borrowed the hotel's only gramophone. While he was running, he also inquired about the life story of this female singer,
In the dark dusk, he turned on a lamp and listened quietly to the graceful and long songs on the gramophone.
One song after another was sung, but he kept reversing the record and only listened to that one.
As long as it was circulating on the market, He Songbai bought it back, and he completed Teresa Teng's songs overnight.
"I would like to go upstream and snuggle up beside her."
In the lush green mountains after the rain, there is a woman's singing voice. At that time, he thought it silently in his heart, which was really fitting, and he happened to think so too.
"There is a dangerous shoal before the helplessness, and the road is long and long."
On the muddy path, he secretly decided that although he is poor, no matter how long the road ahead is, he will try his best to cross and bring her home, not like the useless man in the song.
One song after another, the singing is lingering and endless.
"You have given me joy and sweetness."
When she was singing, he happened to be eating crystal fried buns, and he also ate the salty leek stuffing so sweetly. Who made her so warm and sticky, so sweet that it made people tremble.
"Time is gone and never comes back, leaving infinite memories"
After another sharp turn, she asked him to sing the folk song "Good Brother Good Sister", but he didn't respond. A good brother and a good sister sing for his fiancée, and when he sings, he will be his mother-in-law.
"Seeing the moon reminds me of your affection."
He Songbai felt that he should not listen to these songs as if he was being abused. Every song seemed to be rooted in his heart. Now he looked up and saw the moon outside the window, he only felt that tonight would definitely be another sleepless night.
After he listened to these songs, the girl with a clear smile in the black and white photos became more and more clear. She snuggled up beside him and sniffed the flowers with her head down.
Early in the morning, He Songbai, who had not slept all night, packed up his bags and caught the first flight.
…
In 1980, the city of g.
Free trade was implemented, a large number of people in G City started their own businesses, factories were moved away from the urban area, and nearly a thousand wholesale markets were formed spontaneously.
Zhao Lanxiang taught female workers how to make clothes in her own factory. Nearly a hundred sewing machines rang at the same moment. The thread posts on the sewing machines kept spinning. middle.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and said with satisfaction: "At the end of the month, we will make the task and increase the salary by 20%!"
The management of the workshop heard the news and used the loudspeaker to spread the news over and over again, so the female workers in the workshop worked even harder, and the line column went faster and faster.
Zhao Lanxiang walked out of the factory, and Zhao Yongqing patted his daughter's hand privately.
"Go back to eat! Don't study in a good university, come here to endure hardship."
Zhao Yongqing has resigned from the iron rice bowl that everyone envied, and went to sea to do business. This garment factory is his daughter's business, and what he does is printing, dyeing and sales.
Zhao Lanxiang said with a smile: "No, I have to go to the store to have a look. Tie Zhu has just stabilized, so I'm not at ease."
Zhao Yongqing handed her the lunch that Feng Lian made, and forced her to let him go after she finished eating.
Zhao Lanxiang came to her restaurant. The newly opened restaurant is called "Songlan". It has an antique decoration. The store has abandoned the popular and eye-catching star poster advertisements and does not play any popular songs.
Very classical and peaceful. Such a cold silence did not force back its customers.
It is still full every day, and although the price is higher than the market price, the food is delicious and attractive, whether it is snacks full of folk flavors, or famous dishes and snacks passed down in Chinese history, Songlan has it here. The fragrance wafting from the back kitchen can pull out all the greedy worms in the stomachs of the whole street.
Zhao Lanxiang walked to the kitchen, Tie Zhu was wearing a clean white overalls, clumsily but patiently learning knife skills.
He was very happy to meet Zhao Lanxiang, "I followed the master today and learned another dish!"
Liang Tiezhu came to join Zhao Lanxiang as early as two years ago. At that time, he planned to come to G city to meet the world and ask for a meal. Nesting in a small county can no longer satisfy him, and he needs to find a new job. He has been learning basic skills from Zhao Lanxiang for two years, and this year he will officially take her as his teacher and learn her craftsmanship.
Liang Tiezhu smiled naively, and handed a slice of white radish as thin as a cicada's wings to Zhao Lanxiang.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at this piece of "radish yarn" and affirmed his achievements, "If you practice the basic skills for three years, you will officially enter the profession of cooking."
Just in time for lunch, Liang Tiezhu personally cooked four dishes and one soup and invited several chefs in the back kitchen to eat together with Zhao Lanxiang.
Zhao Lanxiang politely declined his wishes, "I just finished eating, I came here today to check the bill."
Liang Tiezhu called her "Songlan"'s monthly account statement, and handed her the bank's deposit receipt by the way. Zhao Lanxiang looked at the numbers above, her heart dropped.
"The store is finally starting to turn around profitably," she said.
"If you lose money again, this store will close down."
Liang Tiezhu was embarrassed to say that Zhao Lanxiang was too proud. At the beginning, she carefully covered the store from the inside out, down to the hardcover of a water glass, and pretended that she was poor, and she still owes a loan to the bank. If it wasn't for the numbness that she was often beaten in the face before, how would Liang Tiezhu dare to let her do this.
To spend tens of thousands of yuan to open a store, Zhao Lanxiang dared to take risks. Facts have proved that people's living standards are increasing day by day, far from being comparable to what they were a few years ago. Songlan quickly rose in the catering industry in g city and became a representative of style.
Liang Tiezhu said, "I'll bring my mother-in-law to G city in a few days. You haven't seen Maotou, have you?"
"It's time to bring him here to give you a look. He used to have your New Year's money!"
Zhao Lanxiang closed the account books one by one with a smile, and she said, "Okay."
When Liang Tiezhu was happy, he couldn't help but his mouth was quick. He said, "Li Zhong persuaded me to go to B city a few years ago, but I didn't make it. I just thought that the northerners eat noodles and dry pancakes, and our rice is delicious. Soft, the rice noodles are crispy and refreshing, why would you want to leave your hometown and go to the capital.”
"Come to G city, let's eat well and live well, save for another year, we can buy a house here at the end of the year, and pick up my grandma and grandma to come here to enjoy!"
When he was happy, he would easily pronounce the word "I", with a pure Hezitun accent, which brought back some memories of Zhao Lanxiang.
Liang Tiezhu and Zhao Lanxiang knew why Li Zhong went to City B. Liang Tiezhu changed the subject very sensitively, and went on to talk about the house.
He himself sighed silently in his heart, Major Jiang has stopped pestering her, why is she still...
You must know that when Songlan was first established, the person was so angry that he demolished and threw the signboard.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and said, "I don't have enough money, so I can lend it to you first."
Liang Tiezhu smiled and shook his head and refused, "I can earn it myself! Now the company has paid for the food and lodging, I can save all the wages, and I will be able to buy a house by the end of the year!"
The company Liang Tiezhu mentioned is actually the "Wansheng" company jointly established by Zhao Lanxiang and Zhao Yongqing's father and daughter, which includes catering, clothing, and entertainment industries. It sounds very powerful, but the total number of employees is only a few hundred people. One restaurant and three factories are already all. However, although the sparrows are small and complete, their company has received the policy support of the local government and has given the green light all the way, and even cooperated with foreign capital this year and negotiated several business deals.
Coastal cities have natural advantages in trade, especially after the opening of the country and foreign trade, factories in city G have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain, and they have risen rapidly.
Zhao Lanxiang also nodded when she heard the words. She picked up her coat and hat, put on a coat and hat, and walked home to face the severe cold.
There are still popular songs on the street, and the sound of extravagance is intoxicating. When she got home, she took out the key, and could still hum a few words.
"I would like to go down the river and find her way."
"But it seems vaguely that she is in the middle of the water."
The house was newly bought by her, and it was not far from Z University, so it was convenient for her to settle down. Zhao Lanxiang chose the design major she was familiar with when she was a freshman. The teachers at the school also supported her to start her own business, and the fake slips can basically be approved.
The key was inserted into the keyhole, a slight click of the lock sounded, and she pushed open the door. Just as she turned to close the door, her eyes suddenly froze.
The key in her hand crashed to the ground, and the graceful and ethereal female voice on the street was still rippling.
"There's a beautiful lady—on the water side—"
The man was wearing a black trench coat, full of energy and cold temperament. His dark eyes were like cold pools, deep and invisible. Only at the moment when she closed the door, there was a little ripple.
He stretched out a leg to block the closed door, pushed her shoulders and quickly entered the room, his rough thumb rested on her shoulders, feeling like a numbness and electricity.
Zhao Lanxiang frowned.
He Songbai closed the door with a bang. His slightly raised lips were so sexy that they wanted to kiss, but he pursed them and pulled away in a menacing arc.
He asked: "76 years to sing songs released in 80 years?"
"In 1976, you knew how to speculate without shame, and let me endure it for a few years?"
"In the spring of 1977, you knew that the college entrance examination was going to be taken?"
"How did you guess what happened to the eldest sister in 1978?"
"Why are you so curious about grandma?"
"Why do you want to live in my house?"
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"why me?"
He asked a question more fiercely than the other. He put his hands on her shoulders, his eyes were red and his teeth were clenched. The cruelty in his eyes was like a lone wolf, as if she only answered one wrong answer. , in the next second, he can open his mouth and gnaw on her bones.
That's right, He Songbai's eyes were full of aggression.
The unwillingness and anger he suppressed for two years broke out this year.
He finally asked, "What's your relationship with Jiang Jianjun?"
Zhao Lanxiang lowered her head and smiled, "It doesn't matter."
"What's the relationship?"
"I—say, it doesn't matter."
He was stunned for a moment, then she put his hand away and took off her hot sweaty coat.
Zhao Lanxiang poured him a glass of honey water, she bent over and twirled her thumb, the gramophone continued to turn, and the extravagant sound of this era rippled in the room.
"Green grass—white mist—"
He Songbai stared blankly at his hands that had been patted off, his thin lips pursed again.
He said: "In order to keep Zhinu, the Cowherd hid her clothes secretly."
He walked towards her step by step and held her in his arms, "I was thinking at the time, if I left your chastity cruelly, would you still go with him?"
He Songbai lowered his head and bit her lips, and the turbulent emotions accumulated day and night, like a flood that burst a dyke, erupted at this moment.
He tried so hard that it was almost like rubbing her into flesh and blood, never to separate again.
Zhao Lanxiang hugged his tense body tightly, her thumbs explored to take off his clothes, she blinked and breathed at him.
"I can keep it this time."
These words seemed to engulf He Songbai's sanity, like a spring rain that kept him awake all night, he was suddenly alive and vigorous, stimulating his blood to flow backwards.
He tasted her lips vaguely, kissed her on the sofa, kissed her at the table, and put down her neatly tied hair. He reached into her dress as he kissed, his thumb pinching her beautiful soft plump. In the end, he couldn't hold back and carried her to the only bed in the room, kissing her slowly down from her lips, spreading to her neck, and untying her clothes with his teeth. He was aggressive, as if to pour out his anger and grievances over the past few years.
He tore off the sweater on her body, biting her snow-white breast through the thin corset, and burying it in her warm chest.
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but groaned.
He Songbai quickly finished taking off himself, touching her skin, the hot body temperature made the woman's cheeks pink, and she couldn't help shivering.
He buried his head and sighed, imprinting traces of cherry red on her skin that was as white as a pear blossom and a white moon.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time, thousands of times."
He supported his hard object and slowly pierced into her body, the softness like a pool of spring water wrapped around him, irritating his spine as if it was pierced by a crackling electric current, he couldn't help gasping for breath, vaguely He kissed her and sucked away the tears she was sorely shedding. Coax her to relax, relax, and not bite so hard.
After she got used to his intrusion, He Songbai moved slowly.
…
From the thin moon and the stars to the rising of the early sun, there is a lingering spring in the room.
When the seven o'clock alarm rang in the morning, He Songbai opened his sleepy eyes, stretched out an iron arm from the warm bed, and drank the honey water he didn't drink yesterday.
He kissed his partner's eyes, "You are my woman now."
"And I'm your man."
He threw the water glass heavily on the table, and shouted loudly as if under an oath: "I said, after a year, I want to be your man!"