These days, in addition to the flow of small merchants and peddlers on the streets, all kinds of people gradually increased. Some young men and women who worked outside returned one after another, adding a trace of liveliness to the usually lifeless county. Most of the men and women who returned to work in big cities, they accepted the latest ideas, the most direct manifestation of which was the way they dressed.
At the end of the 90s, Hong Kong and Taiwan movies swept the mainland, and all kinds of cultural elements also swarmed in, so the mainlanders began to imitate them. On the streets, the shops were playing Ren Xianqi's "Too Soft Heart", and people were buying the most popular bell-bottomed pants. The barber shops were even more popular, like production machines. Everyone who went in had black hair, and when they came out, they all had colorful afros. At first, the women who dealt with pots and pans all day long snorted at this new thing, and they even scolded, "Why did you dye your black hair so colorful? Do you think you're a foreigner? It's simply immoral and ugly."
Although they scolded, they were already eager to try it out. At night, when there were few people in the barber shop, they sneaked in like a thief. With a perturbed mood, regardless of their figure and face shape, they pointed at the stars in the hairdressing magazine and said, "Dye my hair like this." After two or three hours of torment, the hair was done. The women were like young wives who were about to get married. They shyly removed their hands that were covering their faces, peeking through the gaps of their fingers as if they were playing hide-and-seek. Then, they generously put down their hands and stared at themselves in the mirror. They were happy and secretly said, "I've lived the last few decades in vain. I didn't expect that I could be as beautiful as a star." Of course, this was only their self-perception.
When they returned home at night, they dragged their husbands out of the bed, turned on all the lights in the room, and happily turned around to let their husbands admire their radiant appearance. The husbands, on the other hand, murmured "Yes" in their sleep, and went back to sleep. Some of the men directly scolded, "We spent so much money to build a nondescript chicken coop. It's not even as practical as eating two catties of pork." Being ridiculed by the men, the women were even more disappointed as they admired the view.
The next morning, the young men and women who had gathered together yesterday to scold those gaudy dyed hair, today they all had a "chicken nest" on their heads, and tacitly admired each other. The conversation, however, was no longer one of criticism, but turned to a discussion of whose hair was better and whose was worse.
The young men and women walking on the streets were leading the fashion trend. Their hair was dyed in waves, and they were wearing a small leather jacket, bell-bottomed jeans, and big-headed leather shoes. Those who had money had a mobile phone on their waist. From time to time, they would deliberately take out their mobile phone and speak non-standard Mandarin to put on airs. Those who had no money had a pager on their waist. Every two steps, they would take it off their waist and pretend to take a deep look at it. Some of them even pretended to have something to do and purposely went to the public phone to fool people. Young people wore Sony's ultra-thin Walkman on their waists and wore headphones as they swaggered through the streets, making the natives of Nanyang very envious.
On the eve of the Spring Festival, the busiest place was the bus terminal. From morning till night, one bus after another went in and out. It was very lively. Roads were the only way for the people of Nanyang to travel. Because of this, there was only one provincial road that ran from south to north in the entire Nanyang, and it had not been maintained for many years and was dilapidated. Whenever the Spring Festival arrived, the bus driver would scold the County party committee and the county government for not doing their job. They had the money for everything except repairing the roads. Although he scolded them, Liu Kecheng, who was sitting in the office, could not hear them. He was too lazy to care about these things. The people of Nanyang were really unlucky to have met such a "living Buddha".
Lu Yiwei stood in the yard of the bus terminal, tiptoeing to watch the people getting off the buses. Last night, he received a call from his sister, Lu Ling, saying that she would arrive early in the morning. Lu Ling worked in Guangdong, and it would take her more than 40 hours to get home. When Lu Ling got off the train in Jiangdong, Lu Yiwei wanted to pick her up. However, his parents would not let him. They said that it was not safe to drive because it had just snowed. It was safer to take the bus. Lu Yiwei could not dissuade his parents, so he had to obey.
Lu Yiwei arrived at the bus terminal after breakfast. According to what Lu Ling had said, the time had long passed. However, Lu Yiwei was still not there, which made him very anxious.
Lu Ling was seven years younger than Lu Yiwei. After the Spring Festival, she would be 24. After Lu Ling graduated from technical secondary school, Lu Yiwei had been a hot political star. He had helped his sister find a job as a nurse in the hospital. Chu Yunchi had promised to help Lu Ling solve the problem. This matter was indeed in the works, but it was put on hold after Chu Yunchi's downfall. Lu Ling could not stand the gossip, so he resigned and went to work in the south. In the blink of an eye, five or six years had passed. Lu Yiwei had grown from a young man to a single man, and Lu Ling's mentality had changed a lot over the years. She had grown from timid to generous.
There were all kinds of rumors about what Lu Ling had done in Guangdong. However, most of them were speculations from the perspective of slander. Some said that she had become a feet-washing girl in Guangzhou. Some said that she had started to sell her body. Some said that she had hooked up with a rich man and become someone's mistress. Even Lu Yiwei and his family did not know what Lu Ling had done. They only heard that she had worked in a factory and then went to a foreign company. That was all.
After wandering for so many years, his family was always worried about Lu Ling, who was far away from home. Although they were worried, reality could not solve anything. His parents were honest farmers who had dealt with the land all their lives. Lu Yiwei could not even take care of himself. How could he help his sister? Now it was different. Lu Yiwei had money in his hands, and his career had improved. He could help Lu Ling find a job in the county town, or he could simply invest and open a clothing store. They could barely make a living. Of course, this was just his own imagination. As for how Lu Ling chose her own future, Lu Yiwei would never interfere.
The phone in his pocket rang. These days, Lu Yiwei's mobile phone had not stopped ringing. Since he was transferred to the Chuangwei headquarters, some old friends, old acquaintances, and even old friends had called to greet him. When they lamented that Lu Yiwei had ushered in the second spring of his career, they keenly sensed that this was appointed by the county magistrate, Zhang Zhiyuan. Whether Lu Yiwei's transfer from Beihe Town had a direct relationship with the former county magistrate, Chu Yunchi, no one was sure. However, as the news that the director of the Tourism Bureau, Ma Zhiming, was going to be transferred to the Municipal Bureau of Culture spread, they all understood what was going on.
Lu Yiwei took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Ma Zhiming. Ma Zhiming's call was a little late. As a former ally, you should have greeted him immediately, but Ma Zhiming didn't. He didn't have the courage to make this phone call until now.
After Ma Zhiming learned that Lu Yiwei was reused, his first instinct was the same as others. He thought that the old leader was helping behind the scenes. However, after thinking about it carefully, it was not so simple. He tried to ask Chu Yunchi indirectly, but he swallowed it several times. In addition, Chu Yunchi never mentioned this matter in front of him, which could only mean that Lu Yiwei's transfer had nothing to do with him. However, he couldn't jump to conclusions about anything. Maybe Chu Yunchi helped Lu Yiwei behind the scenes, and he didn't even know it himself.
Lu Yiwei hesitated again and again, but he bit the bullet and picked up.
"Brother Lu, where are you?" Ma Zhiming still spoke in the same tone as before, but it was obviously much stiffer than before.
Lu Yiwei used his left hand to pull the collar of his trench coat, looked up and exhaled hot air, and said, "Where can I be, at home!"
Ma Zhiming heard that Lu Yiwei's tone was unnatural, and immediately thought of the matter that he was going to be transferred. Did he know? He maintained a normal speed and said, "You kid, why didn't you tell me that you were transferred to the Creation Defense Headquarters? You are not a f * cking friend." After saying this, Ma Zhiming immediately regretted it. Wasn't this giving Lu Yiwei something to talk about?
Lu Yiwei wanted to ridicule Ma Zhiming, but he gave up after thinking about it. He said lightly, "Isn't it just a transfer? It's not a promotion. Moreover, going to the Creation Defense Headquarters is to do hard work. Do you think I want to go? I am so relaxed in Beihe Town."
"Come on, do you have time at night? Let's get together! "Ma Zhiming said with a smile.
Lu Yiwei said, "My sister is going home today. Do you think I have time?"
"Oh." Ma Zhiming said with disappointment, "What should I do? I have already informed Jianwei and Dongsheng. You are the only one left. Can you overcome it? "
Hearing that it was another old teammate, Lu Yiwei said, "We will see."
At 10: 10, the bus hanging "Jiangdong – Nanyang" finally drove into the station slowly. Some people who were welcoming their relatives and friends were more anxious than the people sitting in the bus. An old man riding a broken bicycle stopped directly in front of the bus. The bus suddenly braked. The driver was so angry that he rolled down the window, stretched out his head and cursed, "You f * cking want to die during the Chinese New Year? If you die, I will not burn joss paper for you." The old man smiled honestly and quickly moved the bicycle away.
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