Hello, 1983

At noon the next day, Liu Qingshan carried the burden and led his grandfather, sweating profusely, got off the green leather train and left the crowded Spring City Railway Station.

Compared with county towns, provincial capital cities like Chuncheng are a bit more colorful: people come and go, and their clothes are brighter, and there are also many big girls and little daughters-in-law wearing long dresses.

In addition to buses, there are also some green Da Jiefang trucks on the road. Occasionally, black cars can be seen, which attracts envious glances from people.

On both sides of the road, there are also more buildings, and the signboards of the shops are also colorful.

If it is said that in Jiapigou and Qingshan Commune, what you see is a black and white photo; then Spring City has been replaced by color, and it will become more and more colorful.

"The city is more lively than it used to be."

Although Grandpa couldn't see clearly, the sound of the car whistle and the noisy crowd in his ears still made the old man sigh.

The old man is not a small farmer who has never been to the city in his life.

"Father, have a drink first."

Liu Qingshan put down his pick, took off the army green water bottle on his back, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to his grandfather.

In this era, almost every household has a kettle of this type.

After taking two sips of water, the old man handed it back, Liu Qingshan tilted his neck towards the spout, and it was all dry.

"Do you want to take a car?"

There was a voice next to him, and Liu Qingshan turned his head to take a look. It turned out to be a three-wheeler. It seems that this era is really about to wake up.

Although I really want to sit, but the money in my pocket does not allow it.

The total is only 30 yuan, and the round-trip travel expenses plus food and lodging are enough for the two to live in Spring City for three or five days.

"Uncle, thank you, we don't take the car."

Liu Qingshan smiled at the middle-aged man who was riding the bicycle, and asked again, "Uncle, how do you get to Chaoyang Park?"

At this time, the people were still very simple. Although they didn't get any business, the other party still gave a detailed introduction to the route, how to get by car and how to get there.

Liu Qingshan bowed and thanked him again and again. If this is left to future generations, if you inquire with the taxi driver, maybe he will send you to the North Pole.

Carrying the burden and continuing on the road, I finally saw a bus stop with a large group of people waiting for the bus.

Liu Qingshan led his grandfather over, and as soon as he put down the burden, a horn sounded not far away, and the bus was coming.

Everyone crowded up one after another, and almost didn't squeeze Liu Shikui who was caught off guard.

"Hey, what are you squeezing, rushing to reincarnate, didn't you see there is an uncle here!"

A slightly high-pitched voice rang out in the crowd

The people around him subconsciously gave way to the surroundings, while Liu Qingshan leaned on the pole and looked at the sound, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

On the opposite side were two young men dressed in "alternative" manners, a man and a woman, both wearing flared trousers, which were tight at the top and wide at the bottom, and the buttocks were tight. When they reached the legs of the trousers, they suddenly let go. of.

The two had black toad mirrors stuck on their noses. The young man was combed for four or six minutes, his hair was shiny, and it seemed that he had not smeared too much oil on his hair.

There is a nursery rhyme saying: Big back, two liang of oil, don't worry about marrying a daughter-in-law.

The young woman is also more fashionable, with her long hair in a shawl and big waves, and her red lips.

It's just a little too red, like I just finished drinking pig blood and didn't wipe my mouth.

On the other hand, Liu Qingshan was wearing cloth shoes, blue cloth pants with patches, his upper body was a worn vest, and a coarse cloth jacket was padded on his shoulders.

Just now, I was still carrying the burden, and at first glance it was a countryman who entered the city.

These two types of people are also their respective representatives of this era.

In this day and age, flared trousers, floral shirts, toad mirrors,

Carrying a Sanyang tape recorder on his shoulder, in the eyes of most people, he is a deviant young man.

In fact, it is just the beginning of the youth's pursuit of freedom and liberation, so there is no need to make a fuss.

Moreover, the other party will help him to speak, so naturally he should thank him.

So Liu Qingshan grinned, showing his white teeth, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you!"

"Hey, you're welcome!"

The young man waved his hand and said disapprovingly.

"Brother, your outfits are too cool!" Liu Qingshan said with his hands raised.

cool?

The young man took off his sunglasses, put it in his shirt pocket, and asked a little puzzled, "What do you mean by cool, are you scolding us or praising us?"

The young woman is also blinking, is this the dialect there?

Liu Qingshan followed with a smile: "This cool is transliterated from English COOL, and it is popular in the United States."

"The original intention is cold, but it is extended to be cold and cold. You can understand that it is more handsome. It's OK. McHarris should have seen it. People call it cool!"

McHarris, the protagonist of an American drama "The Man from the Bottom of the Atlantic", which was crowded at the time, was the idol of the youth at that time.

The flared pants and the toad mirror set are mainly from this person.

The two young men and women were a little dazed by him. They were both American and English, making them a little overwhelmed.

"Hey, that's right, buddy, I'm cool, and I'm smoking!" The young man thought that he was very cool and shook his hair.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand and said, "No, no, brother, you have to say it's cool."

"It's dead, it's not good, it's not auspicious at all."

The young man's ability to accept is not good, and he kept shaking his head. This sounded like shooting someone, and it was too bad.

"People say that in Hong Kong and Taiwan. For example, the songs of Teresa Teng and Liu Wenzheng are so cool!"

Liu Qingshan said seriously.

The young man muttered: "It's cool, um, I found something. Xiaomei, look at this brother, isn't it cool!"

The young woman smiled and said, "Virtue, I think you're about to die!"

Seeing that the bus was about to enter the station, Liu Qingshan waved his hand and supported the old man: "Brother, see you later, we're getting on the bus."

After getting on the bus, Liu Qingshan took out a dime and was about to buy a ticket, but someone behind him blew a whistle, handed over a few monthly passes, and shook it in front of the conductor.

"Count me!"

Looking back, it was the cool and smoking young man just now.

Liu Qingshan smiled and said, "Brother, thank you!"

The young man raised his chin and began to squeeze in.

The bus was stuffed like a can of fish, and there was no seat at all.

The guy raised his finger and pointed at the two sitting young men and shouted, "Hey, I have some eyesight, don't you see an old man, give up your seat."

The tone was very arrogant, and when the two young men saw his behavior, we didn't dare to provoke him, and stood up obediently.

Liu Qingshan nodded and thanked them, and then helped his grandfather to sit there. As for the other seat, it belonged to the young woman.

The young man stood there, clutching the handrail with one hand, throwing one leg in front of him, his heels on the ground, revealing large pointed leather shoes, swaying back and forth, whistling, and the passengers around him subconsciously gave in.

"Brother, your "Sweet Honey" is out of tune."

Liu Qingshan felt uncomfortable listening to him whistling, and couldn't help but reminded in a low voice.

"Yo, you also know that this is "Sweet Honey", are you really from the countryside?"

The young man raised his eyebrows and asked with a little doubt.

"I said I came from Guangzhou-East, how do you believe it?"

Liu Qingshan deliberately showed a smell of big ballast, which made the young man laugh.

But the beginning of this sentence was not good. As soon as he heard Canton~Dong, the young man was like a chicken blood. Not crowded in the car, maybe jumped on.

"Brother, don't sing. People need money to sing, but you sing to death."

Liu Qingshan couldn't listen anymore.

In this era, when northerners sing Cantonese songs, most of them are marked with the homophony of Mandarin.

Puchi!

The young woman named Xiaomei was drinking orange soda, but she sprayed it all at once. She hurriedly took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth, and her shoulders kept shrugging.

The young man was also said to be a little dry, and muttered: "You will come!"

"This car is driving, it's not a place to sing."

Liu Qingshan shook his head and refused.

However, the young men insisted that they also got off at Chaoyang Park and had a dance party in the park. They insisted that Liu Qingshan get off the bus and sing to him. What tune is Cantonese?

The reason why Liu Qingshan went to Chaoyang Park was because he knew that this was a distribution center for selling Clivia.

After a few stops, it was time to get off the bus. Without Liu Qingshan, Xiaomei helped the old man to get off. UU Reading www.uukanshu. com, but he did not forget to say: "Little brother, don't just talk about it without practicing the tricks."

"I haven't found a place to stay yet, so I can't put my grandfather on the street." Liu Qingshan spread his hands.

"Looking for accommodation, it's easy, just go with brother."

The young man waved smartly and led them to a worker's hostel, then took out his work card and slapped it on the table: "Open me a double room."

"Yo, Gangzi, here are my friends." The waiter greeted warmly.

"Sister Wu, come to the first floor, this old man's eyes are not very good."

Liu Qingshan, who was next to him, glanced at it. The work permit of the young man was the First Automobile Factory.

Just as he was about to pay for the travel expenses, Gangzi waved his hand impatiently: "Why, put it away, it's an in-unit hotel, don't worry, brother is very useful in this area."

Yes, the accommodation fee has been saved, and now I can have a lot more comfort.

Liu Qingshan naturally thanked him again.

I got two hot water bottles and a porcelain basin from the front desk. Gangzi and Xiaomei helped Liu Qingshan put things into the room together.

"Little brother, pack up, I'm outside you!"

Gangzi just went out on the front foot, and Liu Shikui patted Liu Qingshan's arm on the back foot: "Sanfeng'er, let's live in another hotel. If we don't take advantage of others, we won't suffer."

This is definitely the truth summed up by the old man's life. Don't look at the bad eyes now, the heart is bright.

Following that, he took out an envelope from the close-fitting pocket of his shirt: "This is a letter from Lao Wang, that is, Professor Wang. It has his work unit and phone number. If you have anything, you can ask him for help."

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but smile slightly, it turned out that grandfather was still hiding this backhand.