Chapter 122:

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After all, this year's understanding of portrait rights has not been so profound. He Songbai found his photo in the photo studio, and all he could do was spend twice the price to buy it.
Fortunately, the manager was still the manager of the year, and there was no change.
He asked people to take down the pictures on the wall and only charge the original price of the year.
He asked He Songbai jokingly: "What about that girl?"
"Is it your wife now?"
He Songbai responded vaguely, afraid that others would ask more. After taking the photo, he carefully put it into his arms, and soon plunged into the cold.
The first snow in winter came one after another.
He Songbai opened his umbrella and walked slowly.
He finally reached a place where no one knew him anymore, and then took out the photo to take a closer look. His fingertips touched the yellowing photo. She was immature and beautiful in the photo, wearing a white shirt and almost dazzling with pale skin. She picked up the flowers on the ground and sniffed her head, striking at He Songbai's heart. Sour and bitter...
It was seven or six years when this photo was taken, and it is now the winter of 1980. He was still a poor boy, and her smile was so clear, the time passed too fast, and four years had passed since the blink of an eye.
Snow fluttered to his eyelashes and was melted into water by the heat he exhaled.
I don't know who released the record on the street, "Why is the spring breeze blowing slowly."
"Why the autumn rain hits the treetops."
He touched the photo again. The two men and women in the trance photo gradually faded into another.
The woman who smelled the fragrant flowers under the hibiscus tree disappeared, leaving only a young, serious young man.
He Songbai rubbed his eyes and rubbed his fingertips hard.
"Oh... Boss He, get in the car!"
"I am really entertained and did not send you back to the hotel!"
Lao Jin, the manager of the S City Sanitary Ware Company who had just discussed business with him, stopped the car and put He Songbai on the car.
Lao Jin pressed the pause button of the radio and changed a song.
"Green grass and white mist."
"There is a beautiful woman on the water side."
The long and graceful singing came from the radio, very quiet and beautiful. The singing voice seems to have been touched by the spring rain, smooth and ethereal, like the cool breeze of winter, refreshing.
This familiar melody made He Songbai immersed in the changes in the photos.
It once floated in the valley countless times. When he first heard about it, Zhao Lanxiang discovered that he went to the pig farm to work, and felt tears in his heart. On his way back to the county town after delivering the pork, she sang it over and over again behind his bicycle seat.
Now when I listen to it again, He Songbai seems to be able to smell the smell after rain washing the mountains.
He said, "This song is nice."
Lao Jin is a music enthusiast. He heard He Songbai's praise, and his face glowed with glorious red light.
He said: "Teng Lijun's song has a different taste."
"Did you listen to this album for the first time, just released this spring, I thought your student baby would have heard ears cocoon..."
He Songbai heard this and paused for a long time.
He asked, "Is it, just released this spring?"
Lao Jin patted his chest and said: "Don't look at me as a rude man, without culture, but just like this one. Do you recognize Teresa Teng? The singer on the other side of the strait, her songs were all banned before, they were not allowed to listen What's it called, ah...the sound of obsession..."
"Hi, fortunately the times are different."
Lao Jinwu said to himself that after the release of "On the Water Side", he turned his head inadvertently and saw the red eyes of the man in the back seat abruptly.
He silently parked the car on the side of the road, "Why, still crying?"
Nothing happened. Lao Jin was the first to meet the person who heard tears from Teresa Teng, still a man. He was the first to encounter such a rare event.
He opened the car window and smoked a cigarette.
Under the smoke lingering in the car, he glanced at the picture pinched in the young man's hand.
He said, "You look pretty, who are you?"
He Songbai said: "Sorry, I am leaving here tomorrow. I will let my partner talk with you in detail for the next details."
Lao Jin asked, "Where are you going?"
"Find me."
Lao Jin smiled with tolerance, he said: "Go, there is only one object, there are thousands of business orders..."
"No wonder listening to a song can still make people cry!"
Lao Jin watched the youth get off and returned to the hotel.
...
After He Songbai returned to the hotel, he did not take a rest, but instead bought a vinyl record released by Teresa Teng in the spring of 1980 and borrowed the only gramophone in the hotel. While he was running, he also heard about the life story of this female singer,
In the dark dusk, he lit a table lamp and listened quietly to the beautiful and long songs in the gramophone.
I sang one song after another, but he kept rewinding the record and only listening to that one.
As long as it is in circulation on the market, He Songbai bought it all, and he completed the songs of Teresa Teng overnight.
"I would like to go up against the current and snuggle beside her."
In the green mountains after the rain, the singing voice of the woman's pure spirit is rippling. At that time, he thought about it in his heart silently, and he thought so.
"There is a dangerous beach before frustration, the road is far and long."
On the muddy sheep path, he secretly decided that although he was poor, no matter how long the road ahead, he would work hard to get her home, unlike the useless man in the song.
Song after song, the song lingers and lingers.
"You gave me joy and sweetness."
When she sang, he happened to be eating crystal fried buns, and he also ate salty stuffing with leeks, and he ate so sweet, who made her so warm and so sticky, so sweet that it made people tremble.
"Time will never come back, leaving infinite memories"
After another sharp turn, she asked him to sing the folk song of "good brother and sister", he didn't answer. Good brothers and sisters sing to their fiancee, and when they sing, they will be his mother-in-law.
"Seeing the moon reminds me of your love."
He Songbai felt that he should not listen to these songs as if he were abused. One song fell to his heart. Now looking up at the moon outside the window, he felt that it must be hard to sleep tonight.
After he finished listening to these songs, the black-and-white photo of the smiling girl became clearer. She snuggled beside him and bowed her head to sniff the flowers.
In the early morning, He Songbai, who had not slept all night, packed his bags and rushed to the earliest flight.
...
In 1980, G City.
Free trade is practiced, a large number of people in the G city independently start their own businesses, the factory buildings move away from the urban area, and nearly a thousand wholesale markets are formed spontaneously.
In his own factory, Zhao Lanxiang taught the female workers how to make clothes hand-to-hand. Nearly a hundred sewing machines rang at the same moment. The bobbin on the sewing machine kept spinning. The cotton thread melted into every piece of cloth with the jumping needle in.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and said with satisfaction: "At the end of the month, the task was rushed out and the salary was increased by 20%!"
The management of the workshop heard the news and used the horn to spread the news over and over again, so the female workers in the workshop were more energetic and the bollards turned faster and faster.
Zhao Lanxiang walked out of the plant faithfully, and Zhao Yongqing patted the girl's hand privately.
"Go back to dinner! A good university doesn't want to study, come here to endure hardship."
Zhao Yongqing has resigned from the iron rice bowl that everyone envied and went to sea to do business. This garment factory is his daughter's industry, and he does printing and dyeing and sales.
Zhao Lanxiang said with a smirk: "No, I have to go to the store to see that Tie Zhu has just stabilized, and I am not at ease."
Zhao Yongqing handed Feng Lian the lunch, and forced her to finish the meal before letting go.
Zhao Lanxiang came to her restaurant. The newly opened restaurant is called "Song Lan". With antique decoration, the shop has abandoned the popular eye-catching star poster advertisements and did not put any popular songs.
Very classical and peaceful. Such a cold and quiet, but did not force its customers back.
It is still full every day, although the price is higher than the market price, but the food is delicious and attractive. Whether it is a snack full of folk flavors, or famous dishes, dim sum spread in Chinese history, Songlan has it here. The scent from the back kitchen can hook all the worms in the stomach of the street people.
Zhao Lanxiang walked to the kitchen, Tie Zhu was wearing a white tooling, and was awkward but patiently learning the knifeman.
He was very happy to see Zhao Lanxiang, "I followed the master today and learned another dish!"
Liang Tiezhu came to Zhao Lanxiang as early as two years ago. At that time, he planned to come to the city of G to meet the world and discuss a meal. Nested in a small county town can no longer satisfy him, he needs to find new jobs. He has followed Zhao Lanxiang for two years to learn basic skills, and this year he officially worshipped her as a teacher to learn her craftsmanship.
Liang Tiezhu smiled happily, and handed a thin slice of white radish to Zhao Lanxiang.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at this piece of "radish yarn" and affirmed his achievements. "After practicing the basic skills for three more years, even if I officially entered the kitchen."
It happened to be lunch time, Liang Tiezhu made four dishes and one soup by himself, and invited several master chefs to eat together with Zhao Lanxiang.
Zhao Lanxiang gently rejected his intentions, "I just got full, and I came here today to see the bill."
Liang Tiezhu called her "Song Lan" monthly account form and handed her the bank deposit certificate. Zhao Lanxiang looked at the figures above, and his heart fell.
She said: "This shop has finally started to reverse profitability."
"If you lose money again, this store will close."
Liang Tiezhu was not embarrassed to say that Zhao Lanxiang was too bold. At first, she put this shop from the inside out, carefully to a hard cover of a water cup, and she was all poor. She still owes a bank loan. If she hadn't been hit by her face often before, she would be numb by Liang Shizhu.
It took tens of thousands of dollars to open a shop, so Zhao Lanxiang dared to take risks. Facts have proved that the growing standard of living of the people is far from being comparable to a few years ago. Songlan quickly rose up in the catering industry in city g and became a representative of style.
Liang Tiezhu said: "In a few days I took my mother-in-law to City G, haven't you seen Maotou?
"That day lead him to give you a glance, before he had your lucky money!"
Zhao Lanxiang closed the books one by one with a smile, she said, "Okay."
With joy, Liang Tiezhu couldn't help but talk quickly. He said: "In the past few years, Li Zhong also persuaded me to go to City B. It didn't happen. I was thinking about the northerners eating noodles and dry cakes. Our rice is fragrant. It’s soft, and the rice noodles are crisp and cool. Why can’t you think of the old man away from the village and go to the capital."
"Come to g city, let's eat and live well, and save another year's money, and we can buy a house here at the end of the year, and then I will be happy with my grandma!"
As soon as he was happy, the word "I" was easily pronounced, the accent of Chunhezitun, which somewhat reminded Zhao Lanxiang of his memories.
Why did Li Zhong go to City B, Liang Tiezhu and Zhao Lanxiang knew it all. Liang Tiezhu changed the subject very sensitively, and then talked about the house.
He himself sighed silently in his heart. Major Jiang did not come to haunt her. Why did she still...
You know, when Song Lan was first established, that man was so angry that he had taken down all the signs and threw them away.
Zhao Lanxiang said with a smile: "If you don't have enough money, I will lend you first."
Liang Tiezhu smiled and shook his head and refused, "I can make it myself! Now the food and accommodation are all covered by the company, all the wages can be saved, and I can buy a house by the end of the year!"
The company that Liang Tiezhu said is actually a "Wansheng" company jointly opened by Zhao Lanxiang and Zhao Yongqing's father and daughter, which includes the catering, clothing and entertainment industries. It sounds very powerful, but the total number of employees is not more than hundreds. One restaurant and three factories are all. However, although the sparrow is small and has all the internal organs, their company has been supported by the local government's policy and has been giving a green light all the way. Even this year, it has cooperated with foreign investors and negotiated several orders.
Coastal cities have natural advantages in terms of trade. Especially after opening national borders and foreign trade, factories in city g have sprung up and have risen rapidly.
Zhao Lanxiang nodded when she heard the words. She picked up her coat, put on her coat and put on her hat to face the cold, and walked home.
There are still pop songs on the street, and the obsessive voice is fascinating. When she got home, she took out the key and hummed a few words in her mouth.
"I would like to go down the river and find her direction."
"But it seems that she is in the middle of the water."
The house was bought by her newly, not far from the Z-Da, so that she could settle down. When Zhao Lanxiang was a freshman, she chose a design major she was familiar with. The content was all learned before, and the coursework was very easy. The school's teachers also supported her self-employment, and the fake notes were basically approved.
The key was inserted into the keyhole, and a slight biting lock sounded, and she pushed open the door. As she turned and closed the door, her eyes suddenly froze.
The key in her hand fell to the ground, and the beautiful and ethereal female voice on the street was still rippling.
"There is a beautiful woman-on the water side -"
The man was wearing a black trench coat, with a spirit and a cool temperament. His dark eyes are like cold lakes, and the deep is invisible. Only the moment she closed the door, there was a little ripple.
He stretched a leg to block the closed door, and pushed her shoulder into the room quickly. His rough thumb rested on her shoulder coolly, feeling a numb and electrified feeling.
Zhao Lanxiang frowned.
He Songbai closed the door with a bang. His slightly raised lip line was so that he wanted to kiss, but he squeezed himself and pulled off a menacing arc.
He asked, "Singed the song released in 1980 in 1976?"
"In 1976, you knew that speculation was not embarrassing, and let me endure for a few years?"
"You knew you had to take the college entrance examination in the spring of 77?"
"Unexpected encounter with the elder sister in 1978, how did you guess right away?"
"Why are you so curious about Granny?"
"Why do you live in my house?"
"Why is it so good to me?"
"why me?"
He asked a question more fiercely than one. He pressed her shoulders with both hands, his eyes were red, and his teeth were clenched. The cruelty that burst out of his eyes was like a lone wolf, as if she answered one wrong. In the next second, she can open her mouth and bite her bone.
That's right, He Songbai's eyes are full of aggression.
His unwillingness and anger, suppressed for two years, all broke out this year.
He finally asked: "What is your relationship with Jiang Jianjun?"
Zhao Lanxiang lowered her head and smiled, "It doesn't matter."
"What's the relationship?"
"I--say, it doesn't matter."
After he froze for a moment, she set aside his hands and took off her sweaty coat.
Zhao Lanxiang poured him a glass of honey water, she leaned over her thumb and twirled, and the gramophone continued to turn up, and the sound of the obsession that belonged to this era rippled in the room.
"Green grass--white mist--"
He Songbai stared at his photographed hands, his thin lips pursed again.
He said: "The Cowherd secretly hid her clothes in order to retain the Weaver."
He walked towards her step by step and hugged her in his arms, "I was thinking, if I ruthlessly left your chastity, would you still follow him?"
He Songbai bowed her head and bit her lip, and the violent emotions accumulated day and night, like the flood of the embankment, broke out at this moment.
He pressed hard almost like rubbing her into the flesh, never separating again.
Zhao Lanxiang hugged his tight muscles, her thumb explored to take off his clothes, she blinked and sighed at him.
"I can keep it this time."
This sentence seemed to engulf He Songbai's intellect, like a spring rain pouring into sleepless nights, he suddenly had a dragon and a tiger, and stimulated his blood to flow backward.
He tasted her lips vaguely, kissed her on the sofa, kissed her at the table, put her neat hair down. She kissed and darted into her dress, her thumb pinching her beautiful softness. In the end he couldn't help but hug her into the only bed in the room, kissed slowly from her lips, spread to the neck, and unfastened her clothes with her teeth. His aggressiveness seemed to confide in the anger and grievances of the past few years.
He yanked off the sweater on her body, biting her snow-white buttermilk through a thin bra and buried it in her warm chest.
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help groaning.
He Songbai quickly took off herself and was close to her skin. The hot body temperature was so hot that the woman's cheeks were pink and she couldn't stop trembling.
He sighed with a deep sigh, and imprinted the traces of cherry red on her skin as white as a white pear.
"I already wanted to do this, thousands of times."
He supported his hard object and slowly penetrated into her body. The soft and soft spring water wrapped him, and his spine was stimulated as if it was penetrated by a crackling current. Kissed her to the ground, sucking her tears from the pain. Coax her to let her relax and relax more, not to bite so tightly.
He Songbai slowly moved when she adjusted to his invasion.
...
From the moon star sparse to the rise of early sun, the interior is full of spring.
The alarm sounded at seven o'clock in the morning, and He Songbai opened her sleepy eyes, stretched out an iron arm from the warm bed, and drank the honey water that she did not drink yesterday.
He kissed his partner's eyes, "You are my woman."
"And I am your man."
He threw the glass heavily on the table and shouted loudly like an oath: "I said, I'll endure a year, I want to be your man!"