Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

Early in the morning, Nanyi ran from Yuyuan Road to Jingcheng West Road, then turned into Taixing Road, turned right into Xinzha Road, crossed Waibaidu Bridge, turned right again into Guangfu Road, ran along Guangfu Road for a while, and came to The legendary Four Lines Warehouse.

Stopped at Sixing Warehouse for a while, then ran back to Fang Mansion along the same road.

After washing, put yesterday's leftovers into the pot, add some water, and sit slowly on the fire.

Here, I cut the mustard heads I bought yesterday into thin slices, fished out a few pieces of bright red bean curd from the jar, cut up some pickled cucumbers and rose kohlrabi, and poured some yellow snails out of the glass jar;

Cut some chili peppers, roast the faucets [marinated shrimp, some places may be called headless fish, very common in the 1980s and 1990s, and the price is also very cheap] in boiling water, then fried in oil, with any seasoning You can start the pot without putting it on.

The faucet is very salty, so there is no need to add salt at all.

Paofan, pickled mustard, pickled melon, curd, fried edamame with pickled vegetables are the mainstream breakfast of Shanghainese at present.

After the faucet was roasted, Nanyi cut a piece of old tofu left over from yesterday into four squares and put it in a vegetable bowl, sprinkled a few grains of Lanjiang monosodium glutamate on top of the tofu, poured a little spicy soy sauce, and inserted the chopsticks into the tofu After a while of messing around, the tofu was smashed into pieces by him, and the appearance became ugly, but it also ensured that the tofu could be fully flavored.

Everything is ready on Nanyi's side, and on the other side, Xiaohua just came back with two chopsticks of fried dough sticks.

"Did it just happen?"

"It's freshly fried."

"Oh, do you have pancakes at the place that sells fried dough sticks?"

"Yes, there are rectangular and round ones, and sesame seeds are sprinkled on them."

"That's good. Go out for breakfast tomorrow, put down the fried dough sticks, and go upstairs to wake up Leng Yan. She really thinks of herself as the eldest lady. What time is it and she won't wake up."

After Xiaohua left, Nanyi pulled the fried dough sticks from the chopsticks, first divided each stick into two, and then found a pair of scissors to cut the fried dough sticks into sections.

At 7:30, the three of Nanyi had almost finished eating. Leng Yan came down from the stairs in her pajamas and a down jacket. Her hair was still messy, her face looked like it had been wiped, but she could still see eye feces in the corner of her eyes. .

"Huh... the jet lag hasn't reversed yet, why did you wake me up so early?" Breathing, Leng Yan sat down next to Nan Yi, and said wearily.

"How can you be so capable? Your boss has already left the house at 5 o'clock, and it's too early for you to wake up at 7:30?" Nanyi picked up the soft fried dough sticks that had been soaked in the bowl, blew on them, and stuffed them into his mouth , it tastes delicious.

"Aren't you torturing people? I didn't fall asleep until twelve o'clock yesterday. From now on, my working hours will be eight in the morning and ten in the evening. Other than that, it belongs to my private time. Don't worry about what I do, just eat slowly. I'm going back to sleep."

Looking at Leng Yan's back, Nanyi said coldly: "Eight in the morning, but you said it yourself, if you don't get up at eight o'clock, I'll go up and give you a basin of cold water. Don't blame me then."

"Hmph, let's talk after you get into my room."

Nanyi didn't reply, and continued to eat his paofan. After eating, he went back to his room, put on a new set of cotton sweaters, and put on a fake collar that looked like women's underwear, and put it on outside. A sweater, a gray tunic jacket on the outside, and two pens with a blue hat and a red hat pinned to the upper pocket.

I put on a pair of jeans on my lower body, and put on yellow labor protection leather shoes. The woolen ones are very warm, but the quality of the leather is not good, and there is a bad smell.

Nanyi's attire is a little stylish in the seriousness, and a little simple in the fashion. At first glance, he looks like an excellent young worker in some factory.

When he picked up a Shanghai briefcase with four iron legs, the outstanding young worker became an accountant from a village with not bad conditions.

In the bag, I stuffed a canned teacup, a workbook, two oranges, a book "Establishing a Life Outlook Serving the People", some ten-cent notes, and a small stack of national food stamps.

Walked out of Fang Mansion, walked to the left for a while, and came to the bus station. After waiting for a while, a green tram stopped with the sound of ding ding ding.

With the sound of clattering, the door in the shape of an iron fence was opened, and boarded the car following the flow of people. Nanyi didn't go in, and stopped at the empty seat next to the conductor.

Reaching out to the handle of the glass window, he lifted it up vigorously, opening the window a slit so that the wind could leak into the compartment and the stale air in the car could be blown away. Nanyi then sat on the yellow wooden bar chair.

Look up and look at the top of the carriage, there is a long horizontal bar on it, which is convenient for passengers to grab and hold. After looking at the roof, Nanyi looked forward again. The driver was standing at the front without a steering wheel. After observing it, he had to use his feet to brake and horn.

Just at the corner in a short while, the driver pressed the horn down with his foot, and a brass bell in the car rang. This sound is very special. I've seen it in cracked lung romance movies.

This tram is very slow. After leaving Yuyuan Road, there are people jumping on the road from time to time. Maybe the conductor is not surprised. She already has experience. After a group of people jump up, she closes the door. He took out an iron box from inside, opened it and held it in his hand, shouting: "Buy a ticket, buy a ticket."

There are two trams, and the conductor starts selling tickets from the rear of the train, and it takes a few minutes to arrive at Nanyi.

"Where are you going?"

"The Bund, three people, how much money?"

"7 corners 5."

After buying the ticket, Nanyi quietly looked at the scenery outside the window. The rush hour for going to work has passed, and there are few cars and people on the road. There are only a few pedestrians walking on the road.

Some walk on their own, some are attracted by the sound of the tram, staring at the tram for a while, the different reactions basically distinguish the locals from the outsiders.

At this time, there are many factories in other places that can be related to Shanghai. Naturally, there are many people who come to Shanghai on business trips. head.

When I came here, I packed lightly, and when I went back, there were big bags and small bags. Some relatives and neighbors entrusted business travelers to bring back a few packs of white rabbit toffee, mechanical alarm clocks, or thermos bottles.

For the same thing, you can always buy more beautiful and better quality here in Shanghai, not to mention that you can buy things in Shanghai that cannot be bought in other cities.

Unsteadily, it took the tram more than an hour to reach the Bund.

Get off the car, pass through an intersection, pass a security guard box standing in the air, and walk a few steps to the Huangpu River.

Coincidentally, there was a crew filming here by the river, and the filming was a bit out of season. I saw Huang Ama Zhang Runyu and another actor wearing autumn clothes, squatting by the Huangpu River and smoking, while still there talking.

This Zhang Runtong still looks like a creamy niche, not greasy at all, and probably not so lustful.

After a few glances at Nan Yi, he set his sights on the ship on the Huangpu River.

There are large and small ships on the river, including large steel ships, wooden freighters, small sampans, and cement boats.

After watching the boat, Nanyi turned his eyes to the opposite side of the river again. His eyes reflected the Pearl Tower that did not exist yet, and then reflected the tall buildings rising from the ground. He also saw the few piled up there. Hundreds of billions are waiting for him to move.

After looking at it for a while, Nanyi turned his head to look to the north again, where Nan's freight terminals were neatly lined up, and there were money buckets in the containers, which were overflowing with gold.

Withdrawing his gaze and leaning against the guardrail, Nanyi looked to the east, which is Nanjia East Road. In the spring of a few years later, he would draw a circle there, dig a few pits, and sprinkle hundreds of millions of dollars. seed.

In autumn, every seed will split, and one will bear thousands.

Nan Yi imagined the future here. Near the crew, there were two young men in their thirties sitting in a Ladari, staring at Gong Xue who didn't need to be in the show, but stood by the camera.

"Brother Chen, Gong Xue is really pretty, but she is a bit older."

"What do you know? Thirty-year-old women are at the age of maturity, and they are the most enjoyable."

The two people in the car, one is called Chen Meng, the other is called Hu Xiaoyang, the fathers of both of them bowed their heads in Shanghai, and they don't have any other hobbies, they just like women, and they will show off any beautiful women All kinds of tricks get women into their hands.

Deception, abduction, coercion and use are all used.

Chen Meng also has a serious job, which is the uncrowned king. Every time he finishes his work, he will have a professional habit of attacking women who have been defiled by him, and then organize the interview results into "records" for his leisure time.

I have to say, quite good at playing.

Gong Xue, who stared at the camera for a long time, looked up and saw Lada parked not far away, her face turned pale suddenly, her body couldn't help trembling, and she murmured unnaturally: " This group of people again, what are they trying to do?"

In fact, Gong Xue knew very well what they wanted to do, and it wasn't for her own body.

"It's you!"