After all, in this day and age, there was not a deep understanding of portrait rights,
He Songbai found his photo in the photo studio, and the only thing he could do was to buy it for double the price.
Fortunately, the store manager was still the same store manager and did not change.
He asked someone to take down the photo on the wall and only charged the original price.
He asked He Songbai jokingly, "Where's that girl?"
"She's your wife now, right?"
He Songbai responded vaguely, afraid that others would ask more. After he took the photo, he carefully put it in his arms,
And soon plunged into the cold.
The first snow of winter,
Came one after another.
He Songbai opened his umbrella and walked slowly.
Finally, he walked to a place where no one knew him anymore,
Then he took out the photo and looked at it carefully. His fingertips touched the yellowed photo,
She was young and beautiful in the photo,
She was wearing a white shirt,
Her skin was so white that it was almost dazzling. He Songbai's heart was hit by the way she picked up the flowers on the ground and sniffed them. It was sour and bitter..
It was 1976 when this photo was taken,
It was already the winter of 1980. At that time, he was still a poor boy.
And her smile was so clear and bright,
Time passed too quickly. In the blink of an eye, four years had passed.
The snowflakes floated to his eyelashes,
They melted into water by the heat of his breath.
Someone on the street started to play a record,
"Why is the spring breeze blowing so late?"
"Why is the autumn rain hitting the treetops?"
He touched the photo again,
In a trance, the man and woman in the photo gradually faded and turned into one person.
Under the hibiscus tree, the woman who sniffed the fragrant flowers disappeared,
Only a young and serious young man was left.
He Songbai rubbed his eyes,
His fingers rubbed hard.
"Aiya... Boss He,
Quickly get in the car! "
"I'm really not a good host. I didn't send you back to the hotel!"
The manager of S City's sanitary company, Old Jin, who had just discussed business with him, stopped the car and pulled He Songbai into the car.
Old Jin pressed the pause button on the radio and changed the song.
"The green grass is green, the white fog is vast."
"There is a beauty on the other side of the water."
A distant and graceful voice came from the radio. It was extremely quiet and beautiful. Her voice seemed to have been moistened by the spring rain, smooth and ethereal, like the cool winter wind, refreshing the mind.
He Songbai, who was immersed in the changes in the photo, was stunned by this familiar melody.
It had drifted in the valley countless times. The first time he heard it was when Zhao Lanxiang found out that he had gone to work in the pig slaughtering farm. He was so distressed that he shed tears. On the way back from delivering pork to the county, she sang it over and over again in the back seat of his car.
Listening to it now, He Songbai seemed to be able to smell the scent after the rain washed the green mountains.
He said, "This song is nice."
Old Jin was a music enthusiast. When he heard He Songbai's praise, his face glowed with pride.
He said, "Teresa Teng's songs do have a different flavor."
"Is this your first time listening to this album? It was just released this spring. I thought you students had already listened to it for a long time …"
When He Songbai heard this, he paused for a long time.
He asked, "Is it? It was just released this spring?"
Old Jin patted his chest and said, "Don't look at me as a rough and uncultured person. I like this. You know Teresa Teng, right? She's a singer on the other side of the strait. Her songs used to be banned. What's her name again? Ah … Decadent Sound … "
"Hey, fortunately, times have changed."
Old Jin was still talking happily. When the song "On the other side of the water" finished, he inadvertently turned his head and suddenly saw the man in the back seat with red eyes.
He silently parked the car on the side of the road. "What's wrong? You're crying?"
It was the first time that Old Jin had met someone who cried when listening to Teresa Teng, and it was a man. It was the first time that he had encountered such a rare thing.
He opened the window and smoked a cigarette.
Under the lingering smoke in the car, he saw the photo in the young man's hand.
He said, "He's quite handsome. Is he your partner?"
He Songbai said, "Sorry, I'm leaving here tomorrow. I'll let my partner continue to talk to you about the details."
Old Jin asked, "Where are you going?"
"To find my partner."
Old Jin smiled very tolerantly. He said, "Go ahead. There's only one partner, and there are thousands of business orders …"
"No wonder listening to a song can make people cry!"
Old Jin watched the young man get out of the car and return to the hotel.
…
After He Songbai returned to the hotel, he didn't rest. Instead, he used his connections to buy a vinyl record released by Teresa Teng in the spring of 1980 and borrowed the only phonograph in the hotel. While he was running around, he also inquired about the life story of this female singer.
In the dark dusk, he lit a table lamp and quietly listened to the graceful and long song on the phonograph.
After one song, another song would be sung. However, he kept rewinding the record and only listened to that one song.
As long as it was on the market, He Songbai bought it back. He completed Teresa Teng's song overnight.
"I'm willing to go against the current and snuggle up to her."
After the rain, the green and lush mountains rippled with a woman's clear singing voice. At that time, he thought silently in his heart that it was really suitable for the occasion. He just happened to think so too.
"But there's a dangerous beach ahead, and the road is long and far."
On the muddy and winding road, he secretly decided that although he was poor, no matter how long the road ahead was, he would work hard to cross it and take her home. He would never be the useless man in the song.
One song after another, the song lingered in the air, lingering in the air.
"You once gave me joy and gave me sweetness."
When she was singing, he happened to be eating crystal fried buns. He also ate the salted chives stuffing very sweetly. Who asked her to be so warm and sticky? It was so sweet that it made him tremble.
"Time gone and never comes back, leaving behind endless memories."
After another sharp turn, she asked him to sing the folk song "Good Brother and Good Sister". He didn't respond. The song "Good Brother and Good Sister" was for his fiancée. If he sang it, she would have to be his wife.
"Seeing the moon reminds me of your love."
He Songbai felt that he shouldn't listen to these songs as if he was being tortured. The songs seemed to have taken root in his heart. Now that he looked up and saw the moon outside the window, he only felt that tonight would be a sleepless night.
After he finished listening to these songs, the smiling girl in the black and white photo became clearer. She snuggled up to him and lowered her head to smell the flowers.
In the morning, He Songbai, who had not slept all night, packed his bag and caught the earliest flight.
… …
1980, G City.
With the implementation of free trade, a large number of people in G City started their own businesses. The factories moved away from the city, and nearly a thousand wholesale markets spontaneously formed.
Zhao Lanxiang was in her own factory, teaching the female workers how to make clothes step by step. Nearly a hundred sewing machines were making noises at the same time. The thread on the sewing machines was spinning non-stop, and the cotton thread was jumping along with the needle, blending into every piece of cloth.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and said with satisfaction, "Rush to finish the task at the end of the month. Your salary will be increased by 20%!"
When the manager of the workshop heard this, he used the loudspeaker to spread the news over and over again. The female workers in the workshop worked even harder, and the thread spun faster and faster.
Zhao Lanxiang walked out of the workshop. Zhao Yongqing secretly patted his daughter's hand.
"Go back and eat! Why didn't you go to university and come here to suffer? "
Zhao Yongqing had already quit his iron rice bowl that everyone envied and went into business. This clothing factory was his daughter's business, and he was in printing, dyeing, and sales.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and said, "No, I have to go to the shop to take a look. Tiezhu has just stabilized, and I'm still worried."
Zhao Yongqing handed the lunch that Feng Lian made to her and forced her to finish it before letting her go.
Zhao Lanxiang arrived at her restaurant. This newly opened restaurant was called "Song Lan". It was decorated in an antique style. The restaurant had abandoned the currently popular celebrity posters and advertisements, and there were no pop songs playing.
It was very classical, quiet, and distant. Such a cold silence did not deter its customers.
It was still full every day. Although the price was higher than the market price, the food was delicious and tempting. Whether it was the local snacks, or the famous delicacies and snacks passed down in Chinese history, Songlan had it all. The fragrance wafting from the kitchen could draw out the gluttonous worms in the stomachs of the entire street.
Zhao Lanxiang walked into the kitchen. Tiezhu was wearing a pure white uniform, clumsily but patiently learning knife skills.
He was very happy to see Zhao Lanxiang, "Today I learned another dish from the master!"
Liang Tiezhu came to Zhao Lanxiang as early as two years ago. At that time, he planned to come to G City to see the world and earn a living. Being cooped up in a small county could no longer satisfy him. He needed to find a new job. He had already learned the basics from Zhao Lanxiang for two years. This year, he officially became her disciple and learned her skills.
Liang Tiezhu smiled foolishly and handed a piece of white radish as thin as a cicada's wing to Zhao Lanxiang.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at the piece of "radish yarn" and confirmed his results, "Three more years of basic skills, and you can officially be considered a chef."
It was lunchtime. Liang Tiezhu personally made four dishes and a soup and invited the chefs in the kitchen to eat together with Zhao Lanxiang.
Zhao Lanxiang politely declined his kindness, "I'm just full. I came today to look at the accounts."
Liang Tiezhu transferred the monthly accounts of Songlan to her and handed her the bank deposit receipt. Zhao Lanxiang looked at the numbers on it and felt relieved.
She said, "This restaurant is finally turning a profit."
"If it loses money again, this restaurant will close down."
Liang Tiezhu didn't have the nerve to say that Zhao Lanxiang was too generous. Back then, she had carefully decorated the restaurant from the inside to the outside, down to every cup. She had pretended to be poor and still owed the bank a loan. If it weren't for the fact that he was often slapped in the face by her in the past, Liang Tiezhu wouldn't have dared to let her do this.
Only Zhao Lanxiang dared to spend tens of thousands of yuan to open a restaurant. Facts proved that the people's living standards were increasing day by day, and it was far from what it was a few years ago. Songlan quickly rose in the F&B industry in G City and became a representative of style.
Liang Tiezhu said, "In a few days, I'll bring my wife to G City. You haven't seen Mao Tou yet, right?"
"I should bring him here to let you see him. He used to receive your New Year's money!"
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and closed the account books one by one. She said, "Okay."
Liang Tiezhu was happy and couldn't help but speak quickly. He said, "A few years ago, Li Zhong tried to persuade me to go to B City, but I almost didn't go. I was thinking that northerners eat noodles and pancakes. Our rice is fragrant and soft, and the rice noodles are crispy and refreshing. Why did I leave my hometown to go to the capital? "
"If we come to G City, we can eat and live well. If we save money for a year, we can buy a house here at the end of the year and bring my grandmother and mother here to enjoy life!"
When he was happy, he would easily say the word "I". His Chunhetun accent reminded Zhao Lanxiang of some memories.
Liang Tiezhu and Zhao Lanxiang both knew why Li Zhong went to B City. Liang Tiezhu sensitively changed the topic and continued to talk about the house.
However, he sighed silently in his heart. Major Jiang didn't bother her anymore, so why did she still …
One had to know that when Songlan was first established, that person was so angry that he tore down and threw away the signboard.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and said, "If you don't have enough money, I can lend it to you first."
Liang Tiezhu shook his head and refused with a silly smile. "I can earn it myself! Now that the company has taken care of my food and accommodation, I can save all my salary. I can buy a house by the end of the year! "
The company Liang Tiezhu was talking about was actually the "Wansheng" company, which was jointly opened by Zhao Lanxiang and Zhao Yongqing. It included food, clothing, and entertainment industries. It sounded very powerful, but the total number of employees was only a few hundred. One restaurant and three factories were all they had. However, although it was small, it had all the essentials. Their company was supported by the local government's policies and had been given the green light all the way. This year, they even cooperated with foreign companies and negotiated several business deals.
Coastal cities had a natural advantage in terms of trade, especially after the opening of the country and foreign trade. G City's factories sprung up like bamboo shoots after the rain.
Zhao Lanxiang nodded when she heard that. She picked up her coat and hat, put on her coat and hat, and walked home in the cold.
Pop songs were still playing on the streets, and the decadent sound was intoxicating. When she reached home, she took out her keys and could even hum a few words.
"I'm willing to go with the flow and find her direction."
"But vaguely, she seems to be in the middle of the water."
She had just bought the house. It was not far from Z University, so it was convenient for her to stay. When Zhao Lanxiang was in her first year of university, she chose the design major that she was familiar with. The content was something she had learned before, and the classes were very easy. The teachers in the school were also very supportive of her entrepreneurship, and her leave of absence was basically approved.
She inserted the key into the keyhole, and a soft sound of the lock locking sounded. She pushed the door open. Just as she turned to close the door, her gaze suddenly froze.
The key in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and the graceful and ethereal female voice on the street was still rippling.
"There's a beauty — on the other side of the water —"
The man was wearing a black windbreaker. He was in high spirits and had a cold temperament. His pitch-black eyes were like a cold pool, so deep that the bottom could not be seen. Only at the moment when she closed the door, there was a slight ripple.
He stretched out a leg to block the closed door, and pushed her shoulder into the house quickly. His rough thumb was cold on her shoulder, and there was a numbing and electrifying feeling.
Zhao Lanxiang furrowed her brows.
He Songbai closed the door with a "bang". His slightly raised lips were so sexy that it made people want to kiss him, but he still pursed his lips into an aggressive arc.
He asked, "You sang a song in '76 that was released in' 80?"
"In '76, you already knew how to speculate and not embarrass yourself. How many years do you want me to endure?"
"You knew that the college entrance examination was coming in the spring of '77?"
"How did you immediately guess the accident that happened to Elder Sister in '78?"
"Why are you so curious about Granny?"
"Why do you want to live in my house?"
"Why are you so good to me?"
"Why me?"
Every question he asked was fiercer than the previous one. His hands pressed down on her shoulders. His eyes were red and his teeth were clenched tightly. The ruthlessness in his eyes was like that of a lone wolf. It was as if as long as she answered wrong, he would open his mouth and devour her bones in the next second.
That's right, He Songbai's eyes were full of aggression.
He had suppressed his indignation and anger for two years, and it all exploded this year.
In the end, he asked, "What's your relationship with Jiang Jianjun?"
Zhao Lanxiang lowered her head and smiled. "There's no relationship."
"What's your relationship?"
"I — — said, there's no relationship."
He stared blankly for a moment, then she pushed his hand away and took off her sweaty jacket.
Zhao Lanxiang poured him a glass of honey water. She bent over and turned the phonograph with her thumb. The decadent music that belonged to this era rippled in the house.
"Green grass — — white fog — —"
He Songbai stared blankly at his hands that had been slapped away. His thin lips pursed again.
He said, "In order to keep the Weaver Girl, the cowherd secretly hid her clothes."
He walked towards her step by step and hugged her in his arms. "At that time, I was thinking, if I had cruelly left your chastity behind, would you still have left with him?"
He Songbai lowered his head and bit her lips. The turbulent emotions that had accumulated day and night were like a flood that broke through a dam, and at this moment, they exploded.
He used so much strength that it was as if he was rubbing her into his flesh and bones, and they would never be separated again.
Zhao Lanxiang hugged his muscular body tightly, her thumb exploring his clothes. She blinked and blew at him.
"I can keep you this time."
This sentence seemed to swallow up He Songbai's rationality. It was as if spring rain had poured over him, and he was suddenly full of energy. It stimulated the blood in his body to flow in reverse.
He tasted her lips vaguely, kissed her on the sofa, kissed her at the table, and put down her neatly tied hair. As he kissed, he probed into her clothes, his thumb pinching her beautiful soft fullness. In the end, he finally couldn't help but carry her to the only bed in the house. He slowly kissed her lips and spread down to her neck, using his teeth to undress her. He was aggressive, as if he was pouring out the anger and grievances of the past few years.
He forcefully tore off her sweater, nibbled on her snow-white breasts through her thin bra, and buried himself in her warm chest.
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but moan softly.
He Songbai quickly finished undressing himself and pressed his skin against hers. The boiling hot body temperature made the woman in his arms blush and she couldn't stop trembling.
He lowered his head and sighed, leaving a cherry-red mark on her snow-white skin.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time, thousands of times."
He held onto his hard object and slowly squeezed into her body with difficulty. The warmth and softness wrapped around him like a pool of spring water. The suffocating tightness stimulated his spine as if it was being pierced by an electric current. He couldn't help but gasp for breath, kissed her in a daze, and sucked away the tears that fell from her eyes because of the pain. He coaxed her to relax, to relax a little more, and not bite so hard.
When she got used to his invasion, He Songbai slowly started to move.
…
From the moon to the rising sun, the room was filled with the lingering feeling of spring.
The alarm rang at seven in the morning. He Songbai opened his sleepy eyes, stretched out an iron arm from the warm blanket, and drank the honey water that he didn't drink yesterday.
He kissed her eyes. "You're my woman now."
"And I'm your man."
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