Chapter 1: Xu Fei

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May 1983.
The north has just faded the cold, the summer heat is new, the dust in the sun is mixed with the mottled taste of the old era, and it gently falls on a big green willow tree.
The willow tree is next to the road, and the dense branches cover the door of a two-story building at the back. There are two signs hanging at the door: Ancheng Quyi Troupe and Ancheng Quyi Workers Association.
Upstairs is the office area, and downstairs is the lobby. The sounds of string drumboards, babbles, and shocking shots are faintly heard from inside.
"Ma walked off the cliff and fell, and the gentleman immediately looked up and saw the stone man, the stone horse and the stone predecessor, the stone pig and the stone sheep, and the stone suspension bridge.
The auditorium is spacious and the crowd is scattered. In the southeast corner, a very old lady, holding the board in her left hand, hits the flat drum with the drum keys in her right hand. The drum board cooperates and knocks with sound.
This is a famous excerpt from Xihe Drum's "Yang Family General", called "Pan Yang Lawsuit". There is another old man with a white beard playing a three-string accompaniment next to him, sitting with four or five apprentices, listening seriously.
And on the stage not far away, the four guys dressed in flowers rehearsed a local drama. Down the stage, there are two men who speak Allegro, and there are several artists next to the old book Liangzi ...
Songs and raps are divided into different categories, but they all control the sound and try not to disturb others.
Xu Fei was sitting under the window, his pressed against Ma Zaza, holding the relish of watching this "Popular TV".
In the third issue of this year, the cover is the actress Xiao Xiong, and the back cover is the eight-episode TV series "Hua Luo Geng". The text, design, and printing all carry the unique aesthetic colors of this era.
The blue sky and white clouds, big flowers, the girl brushed her head and wiped her red face, and it was earthy and fresh.
"" Quiet White Goose Bay "," Black Cross "," Sister Girl "and" King Arthur ", haven't read this ... Huh?
"Zhu Yanping's" Wu Song "was originally broadcast this year."
He flipped through half a book and suddenly his eyes lit up, staring at a still photo of a pedestrian with a faint memory.
The big face and the headband like an Aries Saint fighter made a long-lost feeling of ironing come out of my heart, and then disappeared again.
Xu Fei sighed softly and looked up at the lively scene, always a little alienated. Unconsciously, I have been used to it for more than a month, but everything is still so strange.
That's right, he was born again.
In my previous life, I was the middle-level backbone of a media company, with a house and a car, and had a considerable income. As a result, I got drunk with my colleague the night before and came here with my eyes closed.
In 1983!
If it is about two thousand years, he can engage in Internet and real estate; if it is in the nineties, he can get a township entrepreneur; even if he is reborn a few years later, the social environment and openness are completely different.
But what can I do now? The above policy is not yet stable, only five years from the end of the humanitarian torrent.
"What a terrible year."
Xu Fei closed the magazine, inexplicably feeling a little hot, the vest inside was sticking to the shirt, and slowly covered a layer of fine sweat. He opened the buttons and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a slender, slender arm.
No way, really good is bad, not sweat-absorbent, not breathable, but slippery and easy to wash, the price is close to the people, then became a fashion trend in the early 1980s.
For example, he is the standard dress for young people: split head, indeed a good white shirt, shirt tucked in pants, step on a pair of toe sandals, and then must wear socks.
As for toad mirrors, bell-bottoms, and bat shirts, they will not become a mass trend until the mid-1980s. Currently, only the capital sees them occasionally, and it will be brutalized by some experts.
Gee, if you let this group of people know, in another 30 years, there will be someone barely pulling the buttocks on the street, fearing that they will be scared to death ...
"Xiao Xu, help carry the props."
"coming!"
He was thinking wildly that the rehearsal of the local drama had been completed, and an elder sister waved her hand. The cargo ran to the stage, raised the table and moved the stool, and was extremely skilled.
Near the end of work, just over here, almost over there. He helped the teams clean up and stuffed them together in a small warehouse beside the stage.
Xu Fei is the youngest, but everyone is very polite and thank you even if you can't help. Of course not for him, but for the father and the uncle behind him.
But he didn't care, as soon as the pointer of the old clock arrived, he slipped out of the auditorium and launched a brand new Phoenix from the carport. Two legs flipped a few steps, leaning forward and striding forward, that is called a chic.
Okay, it's really smart to be able to ride a Phoenix on the street this year.
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Regarding the impression of an era, watching it on TV and seeing it for yourself is completely different.
The sky is gray, industrial dust is scattered everywhere, the streets are particularly wide, and bicycles are majestic in the middle, because there are very few cars, only the tram tracks are straight.
The buildings on both sides are mostly low and old, densely covered with telephone poles and wires. The tall building must be on the main road, and there must be a security box, and a police uncle in white uniform stands.
Looking around, the crowd was also dull, blue, gray, black, white, with few bright colors.
Xu Fei rode his car home, only to walk into a frame of old photos, seeing everything as if covered with a layer of matte texture, unclear and even more unreal.
He turned a few streets and got into an alley. This street is a compound, and two or three or three or four families live together.
He parked at the door of a house, pushed the car into a narrow path like a doorway, and walked in again. Looking up at the common kitchen, there were two rooms on the left and the right. The surname Zhang on the left and the surname Xu on the right work in the Quyi Troupe.
"Mom, I'm back!"
Xu Fei went into the house with a curtain and found that no one was there. He turned around and heard something from the kitchen. "I'm back, what are you doing today?"
"What can I do, run errands to fight miscellaneous."
He entered the kitchen again, and a middle-aged woman with a gentle face and a slim figure was cooking rice.
The woman's name is Zhang Guiqin, a dancer from the Song and Dance Troupe of the city. Now she gets older and retires to the second line. She rarely goes on stage and mainly does teaching work.
"You just turned right at a young age, and it will be better in the future. Hey, by the way, did you pay today?"
"Uh, sent ..."
Xu Fei pouted and drew out the envelope.
Zhang Guiqin took out a small stack of money and counted, 34 yuan. She left 20 yuan, and the rest was given back to her son, saying, "Save some flowers. I don't know how it will change in the future. You haven't been on stage yet, even if you take you out, it's your dad's face. Points, it doesn't matter how long it takes. "
"alright, I got it!"
He hummed twice and was too lazy to see the difference. After seeing Zhang Guiqin digging the rice, he poured it into the stove, and began to add wood to the fire. "
"Gas canister? That thing is unsafe. Maybe it will explode."
"Who told you? Can an unsafe country launch it? There will be fire at the slightest, so you don't have to work so hard."
"That won't work either. How much is a jar of gas, not worth it."
"..."
Come on, Xu Fei said nothing.
In the early 1980s, gas tanks were still new, and many people thought it was a bomb, and the price was relatively expensive. It was only in the mid-to-late period that urban residents began to use gas tanks in large quantities, and even spawned a new service industry.
The goods were turned around in the kitchen, with a cucumber in his mouth, and he asked casually, "My dad, why haven't he returned yet?"
"It's something to do with your uncle, eat here at night."
"Then I have to order some wine."
"You child, know that your uncle does not drink."
Zhang Guiqin knocked on him and thought about it: "But there is no smoke at home, just go and buy a pack."
With that, she flipped through her pockets and found a cigarette ticket. The black and white characters were extremely rudimentary and covered with the seal of the Ancheng Commercial Bureau.
This year, from rice to refined salt, from towels to batteries, from iron pans to umbrellas, from radios to bags, basically you have to buy a ticket.
Especially for large items, such as bicycles, first you have to have a bicycle ticket, and then you have to prepare an industrial ticket. Industrial bonds are issued in proportion to wages, with an average of one coupon for every 20 yuan, which has a very wide range of applications.
These tickets have a certain monetary value, but are not entirely currency, which is equivalent to a proof of purchase, and they have to pay extra cash.
Xu Fei took the ticket and went straight to the nearest state-owned store to buy a pack of cigarettes.
After smelling all the way back, I just met two others in the alley. A white and tall man was Xu Xiaowen, the father of the original owner.
The other is not tall, with meticulous hair combing, smiling with a magical expression, and a mouth with a distinctive male duck's throat:
"Boy, where are you from?"
(Please help someone with good intentions to make a cover and add it to me, thank you!)