With a Door In Mind

The latest website: Zhou Xiaochuan hung up the phone with a sigh.

It seems that these people are not as beautiful as they imagined!

But it will only be like this during this period of time. Before or after the opening, it is really beautiful, and such small things are simply drizzle.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Xiaochuan returned to the bedroom.

The phone at this time was not like in later generations, and the soft voice could not be heard clearly, so his voice was still relatively loud.

Presumably the old man should be able to hear it.

Sure enough, when the other party saw Zhou Xiaochuan coming in, his expression slowed down a lot.

Seeing his expression, Zhou Xiaochuan shook his head: "Master, if I want to harm you, do I need these reasons?"

The other party thought about it.

It seems to be oh.

I also don't admit the problems I am carrying now, but is it useful?

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan smiled: "Grandpa, I won't say much. If you have such people who are willing to go, find a place to gather in the evening, and I will come over again in the evening. If there are no such people, then forget it."

He doesn't force it either.

Everyone has his own ambitions.

It is also because of such people that we can overcome one difficulty after another.

That is a sense of belonging!

After finishing speaking, he took out a bottle of spring water and put it on the table, "Grandpa, this is a potion. You can drink some of it later, don't drink it all at once, one spoonful at a time. It can cure diseases."

Then he said hello and was ready to leave.

But before he left, the old man stopped him.

Zhou Xiaochuan turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

The old man hesitated for a moment, and then said: "The 'conference' I just held in the morning, I don't need to hold it today, I will try to contact you later! You... Come over at seven o'clock in the evening!"

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded with a smile when he heard the words, "Okay, then I'll come over at seven, by the way,

Are you old? "

The old man hesitated, "I'm going to go there, but I have to come back! If I can't come back, forget it!"

"Aren't you afraid that something will happen when you come back?"

The old man regained some energy and said with a smile:

"Hehe, the old man has done things all his life, looking up to the sky and bowing down to others. There are some ghosts and ghosts now, but there will be a clear sky in the end."

Zhou Xiaochuan shrugged his shoulders when he heard the words, yes, at such an old age, the old man probably lived enough.

Besides, people don't want to die in a foreign country.

Everyone likes falling leaves returning to their roots.

Even the root is sick now.

But if you go over there, if you think about coming over, it will be really difficult!

Then he smiled and said, "That's fine, I'll come back tonight!"

After speaking, he left the room.

down the building.

When I came to the outside place, I looked around and prepared to wander around.

Drive towards the Huangpu River.

When you come to the place, apart from the Bund where there are many tall buildings, the opposite Pudong is simply a small fishing village.

There is no Oriental Pearl Tower, no World Trade Center.

There are low and small houses everywhere, scattered on the opposite land, and the tall ones are two-story buildings, and there are very few of them.

There has always been a saying here that a bed in Puxi is better than a suite in Pudong.

It can be seen how different the two sides are.

I looked at the time, and it was past four o'clock, which was still very early from the time Mr. Xu said.

Having nothing to do, I thought of the Yu Garden I just passed by.

Drive the car and go there again.

It's almost time for dinner, so I have to try Nanxiang steamed buns anyway.

It has been rumored on the Internet before that the most authentic and famous in the country is naturally the Nanxiang steamed bun shop in Yuyuan.

In fact, it was too close.

3 minutes by car.

When we came to the place, quite a few people had already come out, and likewise, a small number of people walked in.

On the road, he was speaking Shanghai dialect which he could not understand.

There is still a language barrier.

However, there are still some people who speak non-Shanghai dialect and can still understand it.

After entering, this is an obvious Jiangnan classical garden, with black tiles and white walls, carved railings and jade bricks, pavilions and pavilions.

In addition to poor sanitation, and most of the ground is stone road.

The walls are painted with various slogans of this era, which seems a bit out of place.

Moreover, many ancient buildings have been destroyed, and it feels a bit devastated.

Even the names of the pavilions and pavilions are very characteristic of the times: Dongfanghong, Hongwei, Patriotic...

"

Grandma, listen to me

My cousins ​​are countless

no big deal

Although it is

Although they are relatives but do not recognize each other

But he is closer than relatives

Dad and grandma call their relatives in unison

I can also guess a little bit of the mystery here.

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In one of the pavilions, more than a dozen old men and aunts were singing "The Story of the Red Lantern" in a chorus.

babbling.

There are also people playing music, erhu, side drum... and other oriental instruments.

Zhou Xiaochuan stood beside them curiously and listened to these people. To be honest, these aunts sang professionally, as if they had worked in an art troupe.

The flow of people inside is also very large.

Basically all the elderly, a few middle-aged and young people come together to collect scenery, go outing, and enjoy flowers.

Although not much.

It is also one of the rare entertainment projects in this era.

In any era, going to the park is not out of date.

Suitang, Iron Lion, Kuailou, Deyuelou, Yulinglong, Jiyushuilang, Tingtao Pavilion, Hanbilou, Jingguan Hall in the inner garden, and various pavilions on the ancient stage.

After wandering around, he finally found this small Nanxiang steamed bun shop.

The 8 Immortals tables are already full of people.

Zhou Xiaochuan took a look, good guy, I forgot one thing.

He does have national food stamps, but he doesn't have the meat stamps here!

He can also make this stuff himself, which is pork skin jelly and meat stuffing, with a delicious soup after one bite.

After Haishi was liberated, there were quite a few outsiders in the local area, and with the addition of transfers, there were also many outsiders.

Strolled around.

I found a middle-aged man from other places wearing a Chinese tunic suit, who sounded like he was from the Northeast, and exchanged 2 catties of national general food stamps for half a catty of meat coupons.

The reason why he was looking for him was also because he found that there were national food coupons in the other party's bag, which meant that he needed them.

In exchange for meat tickets, I spent half a catty of meat tickets, half a catty of national food stamps, and 30 cents in cash to buy a basket of steamed buns.

It's not like 10 cages in later generations.

16 plus a vinegar dish were placed in the cage and brought up.

On a table of eight immortals, twelve or thirteen people were crowded.

Everyone just sit down.

He couldn't understand what other people said, so he didn't communicate with others, and ate Xiaolongbao by himself.

The buns just out of the drawer are neat in size, white in color and soft in surface, looking like budding autumn chrysanthemums in the mist.

The only downside is that the soup is a bit hot.

And accidentally shot everywhere.

No, my thoughts just fell.

A brat next to him just spilled the soup on his body.

The young woman in her thirties next to her began to chatter: "The thick peeping, the thick to put it away..."

Zhou Xiaochuan smiled when he saw this. Later generations have eaten Xiaolongbao, and this kind of taste with a touch of freshness and sweetness is still acceptable.

Otherwise, the sweetness is a bit unacceptable.

While eating the buns, he was thinking in his heart, the last time Xiaohe came to Haishi on a mission, did he go back?

But thinking about the past few months, I should go back.

While eating, he was stealing the teacher there.

See how it's done.

Well, it's as simple as I imagined, the only difficulty is how to wrap such a thin skin.

But for him who has ideas, these are not things.

After eating a basket of steamed buns, he was still a little bit unsatisfied.

Think about it or forget it.

Feeling sick after eating too much.

At this time, it was already six o'clock, and it was already dusk, and the crowd began to walk outside.

The Yu Garden is so big that it is impossible to visit all of it in one or two hours.

But he didn't have much time to go shopping. There are still many such buildings at this time, and many old shops along the street also have this architectural style.

Almost got it.

After leaving the Yu Garden, I feel that the time is almost up. He then drove towards Old Man Xu's house.

When we arrived at the place, many people went home from get off work.

There are several bicycles parked in front of the apartment.

Without talking to anyone, he knocked on the door of Mr. Xu's room.

Immediately the door was opened.

Elder Xu was the only one in the hall, but Zhou Xiaochuan knew that there were seven people hiding in the room inside.

After closing the door, he smiled at Mr. Xu and said, "How is it? Have you considered it? If not, I will buy a ticket and go back."

Hearing this, Old Xu glanced at the room, and shouted to the inside: "Xiao Liu, Su Yang, you all come out!"

Hearing his words, six people came out of the room.

They are all middle-aged men in Yishui, the youngest is in his forties, and the oldest is in his fifties or sixties.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at these people, and the group also stared at him.

After a while, the oldest old man among them asked Zhou Xiaochuan hesitantly, "You...can you really get us there?"

Zhou Xiaochuan didn't answer him when he heard the words, but looked at Mr. Xu who was sitting on the bench.

"Old man, who are they?"

The old man pointed to the oldest man who spoke just now and said, "Xiao Liu is the exhibition director of the Haishi Museum! The rest are my students."

Zhou Xiaochuan didn't know what the exhibition director was doing.

If I am a person who is proficient in cultural relics.

As if knowing what he was thinking, the old man said, "Wen Xuan's skills are not as good as Xiao Liu's!"

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded when he heard the words, this sentence should be enough.

Then he said: "Yes, the question is, are you sure? After all, you still have family members here!"

Director Liu nodded, and asked hesitantly, "Can you bring your family?"

Hearing his words, Zhou Xiaochuan thought for a while.

I didn't say how many people there were before, but Mr. Xiao directly agreed. Obviously, a little more shouldn't be a problem.

Immediately nodded.

"You can bring your family! But I have to make one thing clear. You really have to think carefully about whether you want to go or not. At least you won't be able to come back in the short term! Think clearly, go to the woods on this street before ten o'clock tonight Wait for me. There is not much time, only three hours to prepare."

After finishing speaking, he confessed: "Of course, if you don't want to or don't trust me, everyone will pretend that today's incident didn't happen. Since Mr. Xu can call someone over, I believe everyone can believe it."

Everyone nodded when they heard the words.

After finishing speaking, he glanced at everyone and said without getting to know each other, "Okay, everyone only has three hours, and the time is very tight, so you don't need to bring too many things. There will be nothing missing in the past!"

He also didn't say what he meant by recruiting these people.

But in the past, these people are unaccompanied, and they must be busy with Xu Bojiao.

Xu Bojiao should understand what he meant.

Unless the old man wants to exhaust himself to death.

Everyone heard the words and left Mr. Xu's room with different hearts, and went home.

In fact, those who can be persuaded must have made a decision in their hearts.

After all, life like this is enough.

Also, by the way, I would like to ask about bringing family members.

After the few people left, Zhou Xiaochuan smiled at Mr. Xu and said, "Mr. Xu, don't you have anything to bring? If you can, you can leave now."

Hearing his words, the old man hesitated for a moment, "Isn't it ten o'clock? Let's go now?"

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded expressionlessly, "I'm afraid you won't be able to leave for a while!"

Hearing his words, the old man was surprised for a while, and after thinking about it for a while, he understood what it meant.

I feel sad for a while.

This is a discord!

But he really really couldn't believe it, after all, they were brought out by themselves.

Seeing his expression, Zhou Xiaochuan said, "I'm not sure either. If you still don't believe me, let's go and have a look, and you'll know."