Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 604 618 [New Year's Day]

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, inside the Song family residence——
Crackling, a burst of firecrackers sounded.

Song Zhichao curled up in the bed, opened his eyes in a daze, and just realized that he was not in Hong Kong, nor in Pan Yu, but in a very "strange" place - to be precise, in his own room in his hometown.

This is a very clean small room, on the white walls, there are several faded star posters, including Andy Lau and Aaron Kwok.

A bedside table with a small oval green vanity mirror and a small wind-up rooster alarm clock.

In addition to these, there is a pack of high-end Marlboro cigarettes that are out of place with the surroundings.

Song Zhichao tried to move and stretched his legs. He curled up all night last night because he couldn't adapt to the cold weather here. Unlike Hong Kong or Pan Yu, the climate is pleasant, and there are air conditioners and the like.

Who knows, as soon as this leg is stretched out, I can feel a burst of warmth.

Song Zhichao was surprised, and tried to touch the source of the warmth with his foot, but it was wrapped in a ball.

Song Zhichao was curious, so he nestled under the quilt, bent down, stretched his arms, and tried his best to feel the hot thing out. When he looked carefully, it was an infusion bottle wrapped in a layer of cotton cloth—the infusion bottle contained Filled with hot water, it acts as a simple warm water treasure.

Needless to say, the old mother Wang Jinfeng must have gotten up to make this because she was afraid that her son would freeze in the middle of the night, and secretly stuffed it in. No wonder it was so warm under the quilt.

Song Zhichao couldn't help being moved.

At this time, there were more and more firecrackers outside, more and more dense, densely packed, and the ears were shaking.

Compared with the prohibition of lighting fireworks and firecrackers in major cities in the future, the "Chinese New Year" in this era really has such a New Year flavor-the smell of gunpowder from firecrackers drifting in through the windows, making Song Zhichao couldn't help rubbing it rub your nose.

The familiar taste is really good.

Song Zhichao wanted to bury his head in the bed and squint for a while, but after waking up like this, he couldn't fall asleep again.

Song Zhichao has always been a workaholic. He likes to stay up late and work non-stop. Now he is sleeping under the covers, which is really not his style.

Unfortunately, it was too cold outside.

Song Zhichao hated this kind of weather. Instead of getting up and shivering from the cold, it would be better to hide in bed to keep warm.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door——
"Achao, are you awake? I'm going to pay New Year's greetings to my uncle and the others today, so make preparations." It's my mother's business.

Only then did Song Zhichao remember that he is now in Nandu, in a small village in Nandu - the traditional custom here is that on the first day of the new year, the whole family will gather together to worship the ancestors and pay New Year's greetings to the elders in the clan.

Unfortunately, Song Zhichao really has an elder who lived to be 89 years old—the third uncle.

The Song family is not considered a big family in this Zhuangzi, but it is also flourishing. The Song family has a population of about 40 to [-]. As a "children", Song Haiming, of course, has to pay New Year's greetings to his elders early in the morning.

Originally, Song Haiming planned to go alone this year, but it happened that Song Zhichao came back last night.So Song Haiming and Wang Jinfeng thought about it and decided that it would be better for their son to follow Song Haiming to pay New Year's greetings. After all, Song Zhichao is getting old and will get married soon. He went to the south for another three or four years, and many relatives almost don't know each other. It's good for Song Zhichao to show his face when he's such a cub.

Of course, the most important thing is that Song Haiming feels that his son is promising—he can earn so much money at once, which is even more powerful than the ten-thousand-dollar household in the village.

Song Zhichao was helpless, knowing that he couldn't hide from these things, so he got up from the bed and put on his clothes—thicker clothes, and put on the old padded jacket that his mother made for him last night. Lightweight, but warm enough.

Now it can be said that Song Zhichao has no requirements for his own image, the main thing is that his body temperature can be kept at a certain height.

After wearing the clothes, even the shoes were changed. The original high-end leather black shoes were replaced with the popular version of old cotton shoes with cloth soles. These were also stitched by Wang Jinfeng one by one. , uh, very warm.

……

Song Zhichao got dressed and went out of the house, when he heard Hong Kong and Taiwan singer Aaron Kwok's "I can't stop loving you" from the next room.

Next door is the boudoir of Song Zhichao's younger sister Song Yuqing. This girl is obviously listening to songs in the room and humming along.

Song Zhichao couldn't help being curious, so he knocked on the door and asked, "Can I go in?"

"Come in, the door is unlocked!" Song Yuqing said.

Song Zhichao pushed the door open and went in, only to see his younger sister Song Yuqing humming a song while dressing up in front of the mirror.

She is wearing a red duck down jacket, with a beautiful butterfly hairpin on her head, and her hair is combed into the style of "Carol Cheng" on the poster-girls in this era basically like Hong Kong and Taiwan stars, and look at her The dressing table is full of all kinds of tapes. At a glance, "Little Tigers", "Four Heavenly Kings", and the cassette albums of this year's most popular Taiwan singer Jimmy Lin.

"Do you like them very much?" Song Zhichao pointed to those cassettes.

"Are you talking about these songs, or these singers?" Song Yuqing put eyeshadow on her eyes.

"Singer." Song Zhichao said, "Your age is not suitable for this kind of eye shadow. It's best not to wear it."

Song Yuqing shrugged: "But I think it looks good when painted."

That's right, a little girl like her doesn't know how to appreciate aesthetics. She just thinks that everyone else wears heavy eyeshadow, and it's fashionable to apply it herself. She doesn't understand what "pure" beauty is.

Song Zhichao: "Do you want to go to school in Hong Kong?"

"What?" Song Yuqing didn't hear clearly. She is in the third grade of junior high this year and her academic performance is not bad.

"I said, do you want to go to Hong Kong?"

This time I heard clearly.

Song Yuqing was so excited that she almost smeared her eyebrows with the eyebrow pencil, "You mean Hong Kong?" Her eyes widened.

"Yes, I'm doing business there. If you want to go, I can help you." Song Zhichao said lightly.

Song Yuqing was stunned for a long time, and suddenly gave Song Zhichao a blank look: "Brother, stop bragging!"

Song Zhichao: "..."

"You think Hong Kong is so easy to go to - that's Hong Kong!" Song Yuqing deliberately said Hong Kong very loudly.

Song Zhichao smiled: "I'm serious, I won't play with you."

"I'm also serious, if you can take me to Hong Kong, I will..."

"Just what?"

"I don't worship Aaron Kwok anymore, I only worship you, brother!" Song Yuqing said loudly.

Song Zhichao smiled, and couldn't help touching the beautiful bow on his younger sister's head, "Well, then, just wait and worship me!"

Song Yuqing: "..."

Even if she was beaten to death, she would not believe that Song Zhichao could really take her to Hong Kong.

(End of this chapter)