Chapter 23: The new generation in the 80s

Liu Yanzhi and Guan Lu looked at each other, there was a full 23 years difference between 1984 and 2007! Didn't the party patriotism vowed that it can accurately grasp the time of crossing? How could it be such a big oolong?
　　 "I didn't have me in 1984." Guan Lu panicked, "What should we do if we are unfamiliar in life."
　　 Liu Yan directly comforted her: "It's a big deal to go back in a circle."
　　 Guan Lu cried: "If I can go back, I won’t be afraid. 2007 can be turned into 1984, but I don’t know which year I will return."
　　 Liu Yan said straightly: "It's useless to cry, go to the city, find a place to live, and think about how to go abroad."
　　 The road to the city is very long, and it seems that it will never end. The two walked on the gravel-paved dirt road for half an hour, without encountering a motor vehicle.
　　 Guan Lu maintains physical exercise all year round, and her physical fitness is good, but exercise and trekking are two different things. She stopped moving and said that she must take a car.
　　 "You go to the village to rent a tractor." Guan Lu said, "Time is precious, we can't afford to delay."
　　 Liu Yan spread his hands straight: "What can I rent a car?"
　　 "Aren't there funds? Both RMB and US dollars are available."
　　 Liu Yan straightly opened the travel bag, which contained a large stack of red hundred-dollar bills. This was the fifth set of renminbi issued in 1999, and the third set of renminbi was still used in 1984, with a maximum denomination of 10 yuan. This package is equivalent to waste paper.
　　 Guan Lu curled her lips and sat down on the side of the road. Suddenly she saw the dust in the distance. A green Beijing Jeep 212 approached. She jumped up and stood in the middle of the road waving and shouting.
　　 The Beijing Jeep stopped, and the driver probed, "What did you do!"
"I'm sorry, we are college students. We came to Cuiwei Mountain to gather the wind and lost our way. Can you give us a ride?" Guan Lu said in a pitiful manner. Liu Yan bowed his head in shame. The doctor is the doctor. If you lie, you can't write drafts and open your mouth. Just come.
　　 The driver didn't dare to call the shots. He turned around and said a few words. The person in the back seat sent a message and asked them to come up.
Guan Lu motioned Liu Yan to sit upright in the front row. She went to the back seat happily. The Beijing Jeep’s seat was covered with bamboo mats, which was cool and comfortable. Sitting next to him was an old man, a short sleeve shirt with a small white lapel and silver-gray trousers. , Leather sandals, holding a folding fan, and a shiny silver Hitachi electronic watch on his wrist.
　　 The old man's gray hair was brushed back meticulously, vigorously, and he smiled and asked, "Are the two students studying fine arts?"
　　 Liu Yan dared not speak, he was not as good as Guan Lu in nonsense.
　　 Guan Lu really lived up to expectations, and she opened her mouth and came: "Yes, we are from the Academy of Fine Arts, and we came to the mountain to collect the scenery. The bicycle was stolen and I can't go back."
　　 The driver interjected: "Then you have to report the crime as soon as possible. Losing your bicycle is a big deal."
　　 Guan Lu was afraid of sprawling, and said hurriedly: "It's just a bicycle, so it won't cause trouble to the public security organs."
　　 The driver said: "You are generous, but it's cheaper for criminals. Don't worry, report the crime without delay. Do you know who is in the car?"
　　 The old man said: "Xiao Li, talk too much!"
　　 The driver was reprimanded and dared not speak any more.
The old man and Yan Yuese and Guan Lu talked about some art topics. Guan Lu answered fluently, without any omissions. There were few vehicles on the road, and the speed was very fast. He reached the edge of the city in twenty minutes. Guan Lu knew well and refused to send them. Advice at the entrance of the Academy of Fine Arts, get off at the side of the road.
　　 The jeep drove far, Guan Lu was still waving goodbye, and said with emotion, "There were so many good people in the 1980s."
　　 In the car, the driver asked the old man: "Secretary Xu, these two people are a bit suspicious."
　　 The old man who was closing his eyes and meditation opened his eyes, took the canned bottle covered in woolen sleeves, took a sip of strong tea, and asked, "Oh?"
　　 "I said I was a student at the Academy of Fine Arts, but I didn't get a paintbrush or a clip. I didn't report a bicycle if I lost it. Why is it so rich? It's not right."
The old man smiled faintly: "How can there be so many suspicious, it is not the age of class struggle, two young people are dating, and they are afraid that the school will be caught, so they don't want to make a statement. Now there are more people with overseas relations. Radio tape recorders and other electrical appliances are very common, even video tape recorders are not uncommon."
The driver said, "That's right. My wife has been nagging many times. I want to buy a dual-card radio and tape recorder. When I carry it on an outing, it needs to be more style and style. It's a pity that it is available by ticket. Our Provincial Political and Legal Committee has only a few tickets. , It's not a turn."
　　 The old man smiled and said, "You little ghosts, all of you have been eroded by bourgeois hedonistic thoughts."
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Liu Yanzhi was born in the 70s and experienced the 80s, but it was the first time Guan Lu saw the real 80s. In 1984, Omi City, with blue sky and white clouds, clean streets, there were no tall buildings, only a gray area. Concrete buildings, wooden telephone poles standing by the side of the road, and rows of chirping little sparrows parked on the wires.
　　 "Quiet city, passionate era." Guan Lu suddenly became serious, as if to reflect her words, a Jiefang truck drove by, loaded with young people, singing cheerful songs to the accompaniment of music.
　　 "In another twenty years, we will meet, we will swing the boat, and the warm wind will blow gently... It belongs to you, belongs to me, belongs to our new generation in the eighties."
The two strolled on the street, not knowing where to go, unknowingly walking to the most prosperous Central Street. The traffic police in white uniforms and red collars stood in the middle of the road to direct traffic. The vehicles passing by were all vintage cars in ancient styles, including Shanghai made in China. Brand sedans, imported Soviet Volga, Japanese Crown taxis, more bicycles and pedestrians, Omi citizens in 1984 are not as rustic as they might think. They are fashionable with shirts, jeans and tight T-shirts. The young man was carrying a Sanyo brand dual-card four-speaker recorder, wearing a toad mirror and walking on the street, deafening songs resounding in the street.
　　 "Hey, what an old song, they listen to Liu Wenzheng's song." Guan Lu said with joy.
　　 Liu Yan said straightly: "Leave Liu Wenzheng alone, we have to find a way to make a living."
　　 The two had no money and no documents, and they didn't even settle the next meal. Guan Lu said with a frown, "How to make money, you can't grab it."
　　 Liu Yan looked right and left, and saw some sneaky guys at the gate of the bank in the distance.
The People’s Bank of China in Jiangdong Province is a building built during the Republic of China. It existed as a branch of Citibank Jiangdong in the early years. It has been the location of the People’s Bank since liberation. The People’s Bank of China in 1984 was not a purely central bank, but was open to ordinary people. After the reform and opening up of the savings bank, the people's contacts with the outside world increased. Overseas remittances and overseas employees' salaries are involved in foreign exchange business. Therefore, a group of scalpers gather at the bank's door all year round.
　　 Liu Yan took Guan Lu straight to the door of the bank, and immediately a young scalper came up and asked, "Friend, do you want US dollars?"
　　 "I have U.S. dollars and want to exchange for RMB." Liu Yan pointed out the travel bag in his hand.
　　 "One to five," said the scalper.
　　 "Yes." Liu Yan nodded straight.
　　 "How many do you have?" The scalper took out the cigarette and passed it over, "Friend, come a good friend."
　　 Liu Yan refused cigarettes and patted the heavy travel bag: "I will have as much as you can eat."
The scalper pushed the color-changing tea mirror on the bridge of his nose, and carefully looked at Liu Yanzhi and Guan Lu. This pair of men and women dressed very well, and their temperament was different from ordinary Omi people. Maybe they were compatriots from Hong Kong and Macao, overseas Chinese, etc. Nodded, and pointed at the alley next to the bank: "Let's go there."
　　 The three of them came to the alley, and the scalper struck up a conversation: "My friend, where did you come from?"
　　 "We are from America." Guan Lu answered directly for Liu Yan.
　　 "Where is America, New York?" The scalper showed a look of infinite yearning.
　　 Suddenly a roar came: "Don't move!" The police in white police uniforms were like magical soldiers, blocking them in the alley.
　　 Liu Yan grabbed Guan Lu and ran away. A young policeman in front of him rushed over to catch him. He swiftly avoided him. He tripped under his feet and the police fell into a horse.
When the police chased them out, they had no longer seen the figure of the man and woman. They had to go back and take the scalper to vent their anger. The young policeman grabbed the scalper by the neck and beaten it up: "Zhang Jiafu, you have not changed after repeated teachings, speculation and scalping foreign exchange. Get you in."
　　 The old man on the side said peacefully: "National Day, take him back to the office and clean up."
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　　 The remote boulevard, Liu Yanzhi and Guan Lu are still in shock. This year, they fall into the hands of the police and it will be over. Without identification, with a large amount of money, 90% of them will be treated as Taiwan spies.
Guan Lu was panting with exhaustion, her mouth was dry, and suddenly she saw a small shiny dot on the ground, and quickly picked it up. It was an aluminum five-cent coin with ears of wheat surrounded by two "five cents". The following is the 1975 issue~EbookFREE.me~ The national emblem and the words of the People’s Republic of China are on the back.
　　 "Money!" Guan Lu said in surprise.
　　 A shout came from a distance: "Cream popsicles, five cents a piece."
　　 Guan Lu looked at Liu Yanzhi with probing eyes, who shook his head.
　　 "Give me five cents, I can make more money." Liu Yanzhi took the coin from Guan Lu.
"I see how you make money and don't let me eat popsicles." Guan Lu said bitterly, and followed Liu Yan straight ahead, surrounded by a flower bed shaded by green trees, surrounded by a dozen big girls in their early twenties. , English is catchy, but Guan Lu frowned. Their pronunciation is extremely substandard, typical of Omi English.
　　 Liu Yan said straightly: "You wait for me for half an hour here, and I will change the money."
　　 "How do you change, you won't rob you?" Guan Lu said in a low voice, "In the 1980s, it was severely punished, and peeking into the women's toilet would be sentenced to death, and robbery would even be shot."
　　 "Don't worry, I don't do anything illegal." Liu Yan pushed the bag containing the money to her and turned away.
　　 On the bustling Central Street, a red bus drove into the platform. Passengers were crowded at the front door. The young conductor holding the ticket holder shouted: "Get off first, then get on. Passengers who come up have bought tickets."
On the platform of 　　, 13-year-old Wei Shengwen stared at the crowd, quickly determined the target, dropped the cigarette butt, put the coat on his arm, and walked to the door.
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