1980 My literary era

The Christmas celebrations at Yanjing Hotel were far less fancy than those in later generations in China. They were just more decorations and more programs, which already dazzled Han Zhuangzhuang.

Then there are the foreigners in the restaurant. This is the first time in Han Zhuangzhuang's life that he has seen so many foreigners.

He was a little nervous from the moment he walked in. In the end, in order not to show his timidity, he could only focus on the food.

The food at Yanjing Hotel is so delicious!

Whether it was Western food or Chinese food, especially the strawberry sundae, Han Zhuangzhuang couldn't finish eating two of them and wanted to have more, but when he saw the murderous look in his uncle's eyes, he gave up.

After finishing the meal, Han Zhuangzhuang felt that he was only half full.

However, he also knew that this meal would definitely not be cheap, and it was his uncle who paid for his share. He couldn't help but feel ashamed of his behavior of bargaining with his uncle on the road just now.

How could I say something like that? No matter what happens, I still have to provide for my old uncle until the end of his life!

The meal was almost done, and the show was still on. At this time, the band was playing music, and a tenor was singing a song that Han Zhuangzhuang didn't understand.

He felt that he had been kicked. Lin Weimin came over and asked in a low voice: "Zhuang Zhuang, does that foreign girl always look at you?"

Ocean girl?

Han Zhuangzhuang was confused for a moment, and then realized who Lin Weimin was referring to.

He looked at Yin Geli, who looked at him and immediately avoided her with a hint of shyness.

Han Zhuangzhuang hesitated and said: "I didn't pay attention, there shouldn't be one, right?"

Lin Weimin thought to himself that it might be the first time for Dayang Girl to see a man with such a big appetite, and she was frightened.

Han Zhuangzhuang said at this time: "Uncle, is that stupid lesbian my future aunt?"

Lin Weimin was really frightened this time, "What old aunt? How many times have I told you, she is just an ordinary aunt!"

Han Zhuangzhuang looked at Xiao Hei Yoko. She was quite beautiful. I really don’t know why my uncle didn’t like her.

He noticed from the moment he walked in that people's eyes were always on his old uncle and never left him.

I can’t figure it out. My old uncle is industrious and cannot distinguish between grains and grains. What’s so good about him?

The performance was over, and so was Lin Weimin's Christmas dinner.

The few foreigners were very happy and excited to have a meal together with everyone on such a day.

These little foreigners traveled across the ocean and left their hometowns to come to China. This was not the time of later generations. China had not yet developed much. If they didn't have some plot in their hearts, they would not have come to China.

It's a pity that this group of international students are disciplined and are not allowed to spend the night outside, otherwise Lin Weimin would have planned to invite them to his home.

Before leaving, Lin Weimin told Mark Meng that he wanted to change to a motorcycle.

These days, you need to use a ticket to buy anything, and motorcycle tickets are no exception. Motorcycle tickets are even rarer.

It's better to borrow some help from the foreigners and ask them to help exchange some foreign exchange coupons and buy them at the Friendship Store.

In that place, there are many things that are available outside, and there are also things that are not available outside. In order to serve foreign guests, they are quite comprehensive.

The biggest advantage of Friendship Store for ordinary people is that all the things that need to be purchased with tickets in department stores only require foreign exchange coupons.

This is why foreign exchange certificates have become a hot commodity.

Mark Meng promised Lin Weimin to help him exchange more foreign exchange coupons in the past few days.

Two days later, Lin Weimin made an appointment with Mark Meng to go to the Friendship Store.

The Yamaha 125 he chose in Wangfujing was also bought at Youyi Store. This thing is imported in bulk domestically. The price at Youyi Store is much more affordable than that at department stores, and it only costs 2,650 yuan in foreign exchange coupons.

After happily paying the foreign exchange coupon, Lin Weimin obtained the ownership of this Yamaha 125.

The service of Youyi Store is very good. The fuel tanks are always filled with oil. Staff are also arranged to train Lin Weimin on simple maintenance and repair knowledge.

After everything was settled, Lin Weimin first ran around on the street on his motorcycle, attracting countless passers-by to stop and watch, which was very popular.

Yamaha, a legendary company with slightly flawed skills.

When mentioning it, many people's first impression may be of pianos, but at the same time it is also a motorcycle manufacturer with very cutting-edge technology and exquisite craftsmanship.

Anyone who has played motorcycles knows that Yamaha is one of the four major motorcycle manufacturers and one of the wildest and most magical motorcycle brands in the world.

The 125CC motorcycle Lin Weimin bought was actually a Yamaha product from the 1970s. For some unexplainable reasons, it is impossible for China to import the latest foreign technology products at this time.

Different from the popular heavy motorcycles of this era, the Yamaha 125 has a light body but smooth shape. Its appearance design shocked the entire motorcycle field after its launch and is known as Yamaha's classic "moving" philosophy.

The body of this bike is very narrow, and your legs can clamp the body very well when riding.

Lin Weimin had ridden an electric bicycle before crossing, and the difference was not big. It was just that the button turned into a gas pedal.

Mark Meng looked even more excited than him, urging him to go around in another circle.

Only after being reminded by the staff at the Friendship Store did Lin Weimin remember to go to the vehicle management office to apply for a license plate.

In fact, not only did he need to apply for a license plate, Lin Weimin also had to take a motorcycle driving license test.

Later, there were rumors in the news that the motorcycle driving test and the first batch of motorcycle driving license holders were only available in China in 1984. This was actually made up by the editor.

Since the late Qing Dynasty, when motorcycles were introduced into the country, there has been a corresponding motorcycle driving license in the country.

As times change, motorcycle driving tests have long been available.

Lin Weimin rode a motorcycle and drove Mark Meng straight to the Vehicle Management Office.

The method of centralized appointment for driver's license test in later generations was implemented in 1984. It was not fashionable at this time. Lin Weimin went to the vehicle administration office, filled in the information under the guidance of the staff, and then went to the motorcycle test venue and walked around the piles several times. , increase the speed, stop the car, and the test is over.

The whole process didn't take twenty minutes, and I had my fresh motor vehicle driver's license in hand.

Lin Weimin looked at the driver's license and found that there was a blank space for permitted vehicles on the blank page at the back. In addition to the two-wheeled bicycle stamp that had been stamped, there were other spaces for small cars, large buses, and large trucks. Blank.

When Lin Weimin saw this, he jokingly joked with the clerk and stuffed the other person with a pack of cigarettes.

Bang bang bang!

On the driving permission page, which was originally just one chapter, the seals were all covered.

Lin Weimin felt relieved. Thinking of the days and nights he spent fighting for a broken driver's license in the future, he not only looked up to the sky and sighed.

It’s still the 1980s!

After coming out of the vehicle management office, Lin Weimin asked Mark Meng to go to Quanjude.

The old horse helped him a lot today, and he finally didn't have to pedal his bike around in the future.

Mark Meng never gets tired of eating roast duck, and Lin Weimin's treat won his heart.

During the meal, he talked about Qiao Sen again, and Mark Meng asked: "Lin, if Uncle Qiao Sen and his company really want to publish "Farewell My Concubine", will you be willing?"

"Why not? I'm willing even if it's for the royalties!" Lin Weimin said with a smile.

There was also some expectation on Mark Meng's face, "I hope I can wait for good news from Uncle Qiaosen."

"Why are you so nervous?"

"I certainly hope that more readers, especially Western readers, can see a good work like Farewell My Concubine."

Lin Weimin felt that if China had a war with Lao Mi in the future, Lao Ma should be the first to lead the way and become a traitor to Lao Mi.

After dinner, Lin Weimin gave Mark Meng the money he had prepared in advance. It was a total of four thousand yuan and was given according to the price of foreign exchange certificates on the black market.

The amount this time was a bit large, and he didn’t want to take advantage of Mark Meng.

If he buys a motorcycle in Wangfujing, he may spend a little less in RMB, but he still has a lot of money to spend on a ticket. Four thousand yuan can't stop him.

But Mark Meng insisted not to do it, and the two were in a stalemate for a long time. Mark Meng finally got angry and said that the value of the foreign exchange certificate he exchanged was the same as the RMB, so Lin Weimin had to give him 1:1 money.

After eating, Lin Weimin sent Mark Meng back to Yanda, receiving envious looks from countless students along the way.

The motorcycle parked downstairs in the international student dormitory, attracting the attention of many people. Lin Weimin saw Yin Geli and Xiaohei Yoko.

After exchanging pleasantries with the two of them, Lin Weimin left coolly on his motorcycle.

Xiao Hei Yoko looked at Lin Weimin's back in a daze. Yin Geli looked at her puzzled, "Yoko, weren't you and Lin very good before? Why do you feel like we are becoming more and more strangers now?"

Xiao Hei Yoko turned back and said: "You don't understand. The teacher found me and talked to me that day. I didn't think carefully before. Lin Jun is Chinese. If he wants to accept me, a foreign girl, especially Ni Hong People have to endure a lot of pressure. This kind of pressure is not only caused by public opinion, but may even threaten his personal safety. I don't want to cause trouble to Mr. Lin."

Yin Geli was also worried about Xiao Hei Yoko, "What should we do?"

Xiaohei Yoko looked at the direction Lin Weimin left again.

"If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?"

If Lin Weimin were here, he would definitely praise: Yoko's Chinese has improved again.

Yin Geli murmured to herself: "I really don't understand the thinking of you Orientals."

In the 1980s, the prosperity of Yanjing was much less than that of later generations, and there were even fewer motor vehicles on the streets. Riding a motorcycle on the spacious Chang'an Street was an intoxicating feeling.

Lin Weimin took a long trip around Yanjing City before returning home with unfinished business.

Han Zhuangzhuang heard the roar of the motorcycle in the yard. He trotted to open the door. Lin Weimin had just parked at the door on his bicycle.

"Uncle!" Han Zhuangzhuang called to Lin Weimin, but his eyes were fixed on the Yamaha 125, unable to move away.

"Hey, just in time, let me carry the motorcycle in for my uncle."

Without saying a word, Han Zhuangzhuang picked up his motorcycle and entered the hospital.

Prime Minister Lin Weimin looked at the threshold of the door. It would have to be sloped in the future, otherwise it would be inconvenient for motorcycles to enter the hospital.

Lin Weimin's motorcycle entered the courtyard, and Han Zhuangzhuang's newly acquired bicycle suddenly lost its smell and kept circling around the motorcycle.

Let’s just say, when can I inherit my uncle’s inheritance?

It’s another day that lasts a long time. Please take it slow before adding more updates, I can’t stand it any longer.