My 1979

He felt that he had fallen. He thought that back then he could be happy even if he carried a hundred yuan in his pocket. If he went on a long journey, he would sew an underwear pocket to hold fifty yuan and another fifty yuan in his pants pocket.

Why don't you pretend to have money now?

He reminded himself on one side and another on the other side, but there were only a few times when his pockets were serious enough to hold money. The purpose of putting money in your pocket is to spend it wherever you feel comfortable.

But he seems to have less and less opportunities to spend money now.

I remember one time he finally put money in his pocket. He Fang washed his clothes and habitually did not pick out his pocket because she knew his pocket was usually cleaner than a mirror. Besides cigarettes and lighters, don’t expect anything else. thing.

The first thing Li He did when he got home was to take out his cigarettes and lighter and put them on the table instead of in his pocket.

Just like this, a piece of Mao Zedong's pocket was washed twice and taken out to dry. It was wrinkled and looked like fake money. When he used it to buy groceries, people almost quarreled with him.

"Do you know how to play cards?" Li He did not let these two people go and took out a pair of poker cards from his luggage bag. This is a must-have item for many people to kill boring time during long journeys. Carrying poker cards is not a big deal. There is one with mahjong.

The tall man asked, "What are you playing for?"

"Fighting Landlords."

The two of them shook their heads together, "No."

"It's 'two against one'." Li He was used to calling him the name "Dou Di Zhu", and it was difficult to change it for a while.

"Yes." The two people responded in unison.

Li He shuffled the cards skillfully, and then said, "Can I bring some luck?"

"No problem." Seeing that Li He was so kind, the two of them became less reserved.

Li He smiled and said, "It's 50 yuan. Bombs and springs will double."

The two hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Li He smiled and continued dealing cards. He didn't plan to win money, but he couldn't let these two people lose money easily. If they couldn't guarantee that the other party would give up their cards to please him, it wouldn't be very interesting.

Judging from the expressions of these two people, their income is also limited. In order not to lose money, they must be serious. Li He wants to arouse their fighting spirit.

The two of them were really serious and serious. Although they both had five or six hundred yuan in front of them, no one dared to take it lightly and win or lose nearly a hundred yuan.

The tall man was a landlord, and his hands were a little shaky. He took advantage of the big and small kings in his hand, and the cards were in neat shapes, so he grabbed a handful of landlords. This in itself was doubled, not to mention there were bombs. If he lost, he would have to pay four hundred yuan. go out!

However, in spite of his trembling, he still won and took back the four hundred yuan with embarrassment.

The three men continued to fight fiercely.

The more Li He played, the more energetic he became, while the other two became more frustrated.

Compared to the two people in front of him, Li He is still a master of card playing and has already won more than two thousand yuan from the two people in front of him.

Those two people became more and more disappointed the more they lost.

He was deeply impressed by one of them, Dong Hao, and Li He was dumbfounded by his skills.

Therefore, when he went home the next day, he didn't say much and told Wang Yuan that he needed someone to escort him, and Dong Hao was naturally abducted.

Dong Hao called Wang Yuan and saw that Wang Yuan had no intention of letting him go back. He had a family and couldn't go back, so he had no choice but to stay here. Not only did he have to be Li He's driver, but he also had to work with Yu Yao. Together they are responsible for transporting Li Lan to and from school.

Coming back from the bare land in the northeast, Li He really felt the difference in the seasons. Flowers were blooming here, and his heart was as blooming as flowers.

He planned to get a haircut, but he couldn't find his usual barber stall. When he inquired, it turned out that the old man had gone to the suburbs and was being chased by the city management committee every day. How could he survive here.

He had no choice but to find a barber shop. The barber shop kept pace with the times and had an incomprehensible English name that he didn't even recognize. It was high-end, luxurious and luxurious, which even looked a bit dazzling to a rich man like him.

"Get a haircut, that's all." He whispered.