Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

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In 1977, on a train from Baarm Nezha City to Bao'an, there were sparse young people in the second carriage. This section is specially opened for educated youth carriages to send a bunch of unlucky ones to Bao'an and Dongguan.

In the mainstream of Ruosang's concubine examination, there was also a couple of young people talking and laughing there.

"Nanyi, are you hungry? I have steamed buns and scrambled eggs here." Liu Zhen opened an aluminum lunch box and said, "Do you smell it? Does it smell good? My mother put two spoonfuls of it this time. Oil, and there are oil flowers on it."

Nanyi picked up a small piece with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice, "The taste is okay, but there is too much salt, your mother is really good at calculating, this is to let you eat until the train arrives at the station. "

"There are ten eggs here, save some and eat, you don't need to cook vegetables on the train."

Liu Zhen also picked up a piece, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed carefully, her eyes narrowed into a line, seemingly very satisfied.

At the end, I sucked my fingers and wiped it on my head. With the rubbing of fingers, the yellow and forked hair on the head is more conspicuous against the traces of oily flowers.

"Liu Zhen, don't rub it on your head." Nanyi took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it on Liu Zhen's head, "You can only fool yourself with oil on your head."

After wiping, Nanyi put away his handkerchief, took out another piece of white rabbit toffee from his pocket, uncovered the outer candy wrapper, and carefully wiped off the floating sugar coating.

"ah!"

"Oh! So sweet!"

Liu Zhen narrowed her eyes again.

After being intoxicated for a long time, Liu Zhen opened her eyes again. Seeing that Nanyi was just sitting there without puffing up her cheeks, she asked, "Why don't you eat? There's only one piece, right? Or, we're alone half?"

Nanyi waved his hand, "No need, I have a toothache and can't eat sweets."

He took out a pack of Huazi from his jacket pocket, flicked his index finger under the cigarette case, and a cigarette flew out of the cigarette case. He opened his mouth and clicked it. It was a Sunflower brand kerosene lighter produced by Shanghai Guangming Lighter Factory. Light the cigarette.

In the carriage, several boys stared at them, and when they saw the red shell Huazi in Nanyi's hand, they immediately showed envy, admiration, and flattery.

Nanyi is pretending to be coercive. Huazi's cigarette, let alone smoked in this day and age, is not seen by ordinary people with ordinary hair. This is the legendary special cigarette for high-ranking officials. Only available in stores.

The average smoker only smokes for eight cents. The price of this cigarette is the same across the country, and most areas do not need a ticket; there are other cigarettes such as Swimming and Hongtashan that have different prices, and they are all mid-range cigarettes; Peony and Daqianmen are all mid-range. On the other hand, smoking tickets are required in most areas.

"Hold!"

Suddenly, Nan Yi slapped himself.

Put on a hammer, it's been 77 years, not to mention the children of high-ranking cadres, even ordinary cadre families can't come to jump the queue again, how many families don't send their children to the army?

Uninteresting, Nanyi snuffed out the Huazi in his hand, and took out a pack of twenty-six swimming pools from his pocket, and sat down to enjoy the cigarette addiction, thinking about what to do when he got to Bao'an.

In December last year, when Nanyi first crossed over, he was neither panic nor excited. After just spending a day sorting out my current identity and age, I started to prepare.

Every morning, I go to Hongxing Middle School to order a meal, and then sneak to the production team in the nearby countryside, secretly exchange various grains, chickens, ducks and geese from the members of the commune, and take them to the black market in the morning to exchange money and various tickets.

In the afternoon, I would wander around the entrance of the state-run cultural relics store. When I saw someone going to sell antiques in the store, I would pull them into a side alley and buy them at a "high price".

Then, I continued wandering around the door of the store, and when I saw a rich man and overseas Chinese who were sneaking around with a bag, they went up to strike up a conversation, and added a few tens or a hundred and eighty to the price difference of the high-quality antiques they bought at a high price. sell them.

In this way, after more than half a year, Nanyi also saved a net worth of 20,000 yuan, and also brought a lot of industrial tickets, cloth tickets, national food tickets, bicycle tickets, soap tickets, and fried dough stick tickets.

"Nanyi, are you hungry?"

"You are hungry?"

"Slightly, let's have lunch."

"How many buns did you bring?"

"One package is enough to eat until we get off the bus. When we get off the bus, people from the Educated Youth Office will pick us up, and we will have hot meals then."

"What? Didn't your family give you money and food stamps?"

"My mother said that the educated youths are given subsidies and food every month. They don't need to spend any money at all. They only give five yuan, a soap ticket, food stamps... nothing."

Nan Yi frowned and said, "Is there any cloth ticket?"

"No...no, my family is already nervous about cloth tickets."

There was a trace of embarrassment on Liu Zhen's face.

Nan Yi thought about the situation he had inquired about - Liu Zhen's family was not in good condition, and there were three older brothers, one got married and went out to live alone, and the two were half-children, who were at the age of killing me.

With embarrassment and patriarchy, it is normal for Liu Zhen to have a difficult life, otherwise, her hair would not be yellow and split, which is a sign of malnutrition.

"A good guy has three gangs. If you want to achieve great things, you can't do without helpers. The little girl is okay." Nan Yi muttered in his mind, stretched out his hand to grab Liu Zhen's skinny and dry hand, and comforted him: "It's okay, everything is fine." With me."

"Um!"

Liu Zhen's cheeks were flushed!

"Boiling water, boiling water, who wants to add boiling water."

A conductor came over with a big kettle, shouting as he walked.

Nan Yi stood up, took out two German military lunch boxes from the net pocket on the luggage rack, opened the lid on them, and when the conductor came to him, he filled two cans of boiled water that were half full.

Then he took out two packs of egg instant noodles produced by Yimin No. 4 Factory from his Shanghai travel bag, tore off the oil-paper packaging, put a noodle cake in each lunch box, sprinkled the seasoning, and covered the lunch box lid.

Looking straight at Liu Zhen who was on the lunch box, watching Nanyi put the lid on, she sniffled violently, inhaling all the overflowing aroma into her stomach, for fear of being shared by others.

Nanyi casually rubbed the dough paper, and was about to throw it aside. A chicken paw grabbed Nanyi's hand, took the paper ball over, spread it carefully on the table, and smoothed it out with his hands. .

"It's fine to throw away such beautiful paper, I want to keep it for the steamed buns."

"I don't want these two, there are still in the bag, I'll eat them next time, I won't tear them up, just cut them with scissors." Nan Yi stroked Liu Zhen's head with a gentle face, and said with a fondness in his mouth.

"Um."

Nanyi stood up again, and took two large enamel teacups from the luggage rack. The outside of the teacups was tied tightly with a net pocket. He opened the net pocket, took out the teacup from the inside, and opened the lid. The cup was covered with a sheet Grease paper.

Uncover the greased paper, and the aroma of pork in bean sauce and braised pork with pickled vegetables wafts out again.

Whoosh... whoosh!

Liu Zhen twitched her nose again frequently...

Nanyi looked pitiful and funny, took chopsticks, pulled a little bean paste and pickled meat from two teacups into Liu Zhen's lunch box, then covered the oil paper back, covered the teacups, and tied the net bag well.

He lifted the lid of the German lunch box and pounded the inside with chopsticks, "Okay, you can eat."

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There is never love for no reason in the world, and there is no hate for no reason. Everything has a reason.