1993 Glamour at a Glance

Chapter 25 Family
Happy?That can't say no.

But Song Guowei's current mood is dominated by fear.

If it is said that he worked out a song there and sold it for 2000 yuan, Song Guowei felt that he could understand it.After all, my son is a talented person who can get into Yanda University, and his mother is a music teacher, so he did teach the two brothers and sisters when they were young.

But taking advantage of the opportunity of going out for military training, he made so much money by selling ideas?
Song Guowei, who has worked in the No. [-] Cotton Mill since he was an adult, is puzzled by this way of making money.

Song Yang mainly wanted to see his father's reaction, and also to see his courage.

So seeing Song Guowei stunned, he decided to wait for his mother Xiang Hui to come back, and then see if he wanted to talk about the 2 yuan.

What they want to do during the summer vacation must not be blocked by them.

"Dad, is the factory already undergoing restructuring? I see that many people in the yard haven't gone to work." Song Yang changed the subject.

Song Guowei looked at the more than 1000 yuan on the table, then at the tapes in the canvas bag on the ground, and finally looked at his son, and nodded after a long time: "April will begin."

Song Yang quickly asked: "How to change? Contracting, equity participation, suspension without pay, or buyout?"

"...You really know." Song Guowei's tone was a bit complicated. "The factory will be taken over by the factory in the city, and there is no contract. Whether to buy out the seniority or suspend the salary, wait for the higher-ups to study and decide."

After he finished speaking, he sighed, his back bent a little.

His own future was uncertain, but his son was able to make money, and Song Guowei was getting old quickly.

"Dad, what do you think about it?"

Hearing his son's question, Song Guowei straightened his spine again: "Can a living person be suffocated to death by urine? You should study hard when you are in school, and don't worry about family affairs! I can afford it even if I open a tailor shop!"

Song Yang felt that the old man still refused to admit defeat.

But what can you do with a ready-to-wear shop?

The older generation is in the middle of the game and has such a vision, which is beyond reproach.

Song Yang thought for a while, then stood up and said, "Dad, I'm home, and I have to call a few friends. They're worried that it's not safe for me to come back with so many things."

After finishing speaking, he took some dimes from the table and went out first. When he got outside, he bought a pack of cigarettes, then went to the reception room and handed it to Uncle Xiong, and used the phone over there.

Uncle Xiong happily smoked a cigarette and listened to his phone call, his eyes lit up strangely when he listened.

After he hung up the phone, Uncle Xiong asked, "Song Yang, what are you trying to do?"

"Call me if you need something, Uncle Xiong, haven't you watched "The Story of the Editorial Department"?" Besides calling Zhu Ziqiang, Song Yang mainly asked Dong Liming again.

"That thing!" Uncle Xiong understood, "Why are you asking about the purchase price? That thing is expensive!"

"A classmate is the son of an employee over there. Let's bet on the cost price."

Song Yang casually brushed it off, thought for a while, took out the note from his pocket again, and called Shen Qingxue's home.

After a while, Shen Qingxue's voice came from the phone: "Hello?"

"It's me, Song Yang." The corners of his lips curled up involuntarily, "I'm home."

"... Oh... Okay... You..." Shen Qingxue's tone was a little surprised and a little panicked, and she didn't know what to say.

"Where's Auntie? Are you at home?"

"In the store!" Shen Qingxue's voice became more coherent when she had a topic.

Song Yang became curious: "What kind of store does Auntie open? By the way, the dress you wore someday was very trendy and beautiful."

"..." Shen Qingxue couldn't help breathing heavily, and then said quickly, "It's a clothing store, it's just over there in Xidan."

"Clothing store? No wonder..."

Song Yang's heart skipped a beat.

Although they have only met once, the clothes of Shen Qingxue and her daughter are tasteful and trendy among their contemporaries.

At that time, the little skirt in Shen Qingxue's bag was supposed to be brought by her mother from the store in order to repay the family in Mofang Village.

"...What's the reason?" Shen Qingxue asked in a low voice when she heard that he hadn't spoken.

"It's nothing. Does your mother's store mainly sell men's clothing or women's clothing?"

"Women's clothing." Shen Qingxue didn't seem to want to talk about it, and suddenly asked something unnutritious, "Is it hot in your house?"

"Fortunately, my house is very close to the sea. To the south is Yangzhao, and to the east is Qingdao." Song Yang asked with a smile, "What do you do every day at home?"

"Watch TV and listen to music, and then learn English."

"Learning English? Are you going to go abroad?"

This question made Shen Qingxue silent for a while, and then said: "My mother suggested this to me."

"Oh... okay, I've called you now too. I called from outside, so I hung up first, and I'll contact you when I'm free. "

Song Yang looked at the ambiguous smile on Uncle Xiong's face, and felt that it was not appropriate to ask more questions here.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Uncle Xiong and smiled: "What are you laughing at?"

"Have you got a girlfriend yet?"

"No way, it's just a classmate in school."

Uncle Xiong looked at Song Yang's back returning home and smoked the cigarette he gave him intoxicatedly.

I always feel that this child has changed a lot compared to the Chinese New Year.

……

The mother is much more sensitive than the father to the son's change.

Knowing what her son was doing during the military training, and listening to what he said now, Xiang Hui couldn't help but keep looking at her son more.

"...Why, mom, do you think I shouldn't worry about these things, and should focus on my studies?" Song Yang was a little scared by her eyes.

Xiang Hui sighed: "It's just that you have grown up suddenly, and Mom is a little uncomfortable."

Song Yang felt a little more relaxed, it was the best way to think.

At the dinner table, Song Yang's younger sister, Song Ya, also came back and was secretly looking at him with her eyes.Song Yang asked with a smile: "What are you looking at? I'm going to be a sophomore in high school. Are you struggling?"

Song Ya curled her lips: "You did so well in the exam, now the teacher talks about me every day!"

Zhushi is just a county-level city, and there is only one high school in the county.Song Yang is a celebrity in the school, so it goes without saying what his sister is doing now.

"Then you study hard too, brother's review materials are still there, you can flip through them as you like!"

Xiang Hui smiled and patted her daughter's head, and then continued to ask her son: "Since you made money like that, why did you say what kind of song you sold? You used to argue about buying a guitar, isn't it too expensive and you can't buy it?" "

She first taught her son and daughter some music, using the harmonica.

Later, there were trendy people playing guitar. After Song Yang met him, he kept going to the dance hall in the county, which worried Xiang Hui a lot.

"...There is really a song." Song Yang sorted out the numbered musical notation during this time, and took it out of the room to show Xiang Hui, "This song should also be sold, and I can do it when I get to school. Find someone to sell it, maybe you can get a tape."

Xiang Hui looked at the numbered notation on the paper in surprise, and the melody appeared in her mind when she saw the lyrics, and then her eyes slowly turned rosy.

"I was a little homesick during the military training." Song Yang said softly.

"Brother, you sing!" Song Ya leaned over to read the lyrics and her eyes lit up, looking at Song Yang expectantly.

Song Yang wanted to integrate into this family first, so he naturally followed suit.

A song was sung softly, and it looked very warm at the dining table.

Song Ya and Xiang Hui couldn't help being a little dazed, this song was so beautiful to sing.

Is this a song he could write?
Hearing this, Song Guowei suddenly got up and went to a side cabinet to take out a white plastic bucket, took two clean bowls, and then poured out the grain wine inside.

"Drink a little."

Song Yang nodded.

Xiang Hui didn't stop her, and now she only had one feeling when looking at her son: he has indeed grown up.

After drinking between father and son, Song Guowei put down the bowl and took a deep breath, then said: "You boy, you have grown up! Since ideas can be sold for money, come back and ask about the factory. If you have anything to say, just say it." Right! You read a lot, and you went out to meet people from all over the world, I'm not dead-brained!"

Song Yang felt relieved: "Really? Can you listen to me?"

Song Guowei looked at Song Ya: "You can't just rely on your mother to get a salary while still in school. When you are in school, you still have to focus on your studies. After graduation, try to get into a good unit!"

Song Yang knew that his ideas would not be changed for a while, so he was going to make a big deal out of it.

He went back to the room, took out the aluminum lunch box and opened it.

Two thick stacks of brand new hundred-yuan bills lay quietly inside.

(End of this chapter)