Bai Fumei in the ’70s

Zhao Lanxiang heard the man's low and hoarse words, and saw his ears redden slightly, and her cheeks also turned red suddenly.

Heart is like dyeing honey.

How come there is such a lovely man.

He Songbai's awkwardness and sophistication were not possessed by the old man, and her palms were so hot that she sweated with enthusiasm.

Zhao Lanxiang squeezed his rough hands and snorted: "Go for business tomorrow!"

He Songbai touched the back of the head, smiling happily, without speaking,

The next day, He Songbai put on new clothes by words.

He knew that he had to dress better in a big city to collect debts, and he could not lose to others, so he brought both the new clothes he made to him.

He Songbai went out and saw Zhao Lanxiang slightly surprised.

Zhao Lanxiang put on a white shirt, the wide hem was casually tucked into her pants, and the pure black trousers wrapped her two slender legs. She was refreshed and spirited, with a touch of sunshine.

When she saw him, she waved, and walked to his side briskly. Her dark hair was very elegant.

"Go."

Zhao Lanxiang held his hand and took a car with him.

Soon, she took him to a photo studio.

"I haven't taken a picture with Brother Bo, go in and see."

She communicated with the staff of the photo studio and decided to take two photos.One version of a full-body photo and one version of a half-length photo.

Although the cameras in this era are backward and the viewfinder is limited, the photographer's technology and professionalism are unquestionable.

When taking a full-body photo, they took them to Teng Shu in the yard. Zhao Lanxiang was sitting in a chair, and He Songbai was standing behind her with her hand on her shoulder.

The photographer repeatedly considered this shape for a long time, and asked them to pose for a long time before they clicked the shutter.

Zhao Lanxiang smelled the scent of the hibiscus flower that was nearly dying on the tree. She picked up a sniff from the ground.The woman's gaze contained a still gentleness, as if remembering and reminiscing, as if passing through time, the photographer snapped the scene with a flash of light.

After taking the photo, He Songbai in a tunic unbuttoned the button and breathed a sigh of relief.Bean sweat was on his forehead, and taking pictures was a kind of torture for a rough man like him.

Zhao Lanxiang said with a smile: "Tomorrow we will leave here, can you give us the film directly?"

The employee nodded and carefully sealed the film. Qian Dingwan asked: "Don't let it be exposed, and it will be taken in vain when you see the light."

Zhao Lanxiang smiled and put the film in the package into the bag.

After this "right thing" was done, He Songbai was relieved and wanted to take Zhao Lanxiang to play.

Zhao Lanxiang shook her head, not agreeing.

She seemed to know that he was short of money to do a big thing, and she was not willing to spend his money.

Zhao Lanxiang said happily: "There is very little time, but I want to go through S City. Brother Bo, let's do the bus."

It's only a penny for a bus, and I can't finish for fifty cents a day.

Zhao Lanxiang's cheerful appearance convinced He Songbai.

He Songbai secretly bought her a brooch on the street, squeezed it hard in her hand, and followed her to take the bus.

Zhao Lanxiang put his head on his arm and asked him with a smile: "I'm curious how you rushed to debt."

On the first day of finding Zhu Housheng, the man came back with nothing, and she knew that Zhu Housheng wanted to lose the money.

He Songbai puffed up, half confessed and left half in her burning eyes.

"People with a bit of status generally want face. I went to the factory for a few days and he was honest."

In the other half, he bought several fierce gangsters and pretended to be a creditor every day in the factory where Zhu Housheng works and at the door of Zhu Housheng's house.Later, I wish Hou Shenggou jumped the wall and wanted to call the police. He sacked him in a sack and beat him down.

But this kind of slightly dark things still didn't tell her.

He Songbai also said: "He bullied me as a foreigner... Finding a few locals to support him, he would be too honest to be honest."

More than just being honest, I was lying on the bed holding my old waist at the moment. Zhu Housheng, who was incessant, scolded Mrs. Li for selling the debt to others casually.It's all so old and old, and it was deliberately turned out. It's really mean!

Those rascals are really rascals!

Zhu Hou raised his old waist in fear and asked his son: "You go out and look, are those people outside still making trouble?"

Zhu Housheng's son worked in the government, and he lost his face to Lao Tzu in the past few days. He reluctantly said to Zhu Hou Sheng: "Did you not pay off the debt yet?"

Poorly, the Hou Sheng family did not see the real "creditor" He Songbai from beginning to end. They also thought with satisfaction that Mrs. Li ceded the debts to others for money, and the real creditors became those fierce and wicked gangsters.

He Songbai coughed softly and said, "Get back the money, even if this matter is over, don't think about it!"

Zhao Lanxiang nodded with satisfaction. They took the car all the way from the bustling market to the outskirts of the inaccessible suburbs. The dense tube houses and red brick buildings gradually became small houses in the countryside, mud walls of grass sheds, and empty Only two of them were left in the car.

He Songbai stuffed the brooch silently into Zhao Lanxiang's hand.

"Give you."

Zhao Lanxiang spread her palms, saw the silver gardenia-shaped brooch, narrowed her eyes, and her eyes became deep.

"Give it to me?"

He Songbai nodded with red ears.

There is no reason why Zhao Lanxiang likes gardenias. The perfume on her body still has this smell. This is because the old man loves this smell very much. She also loves the house and Wudi.

Zhao Lanxiang kissed him happily, while the driver was not paying attention, while the suburbs were sparsely populated.

The car stopped and did not wait for a long time. The driver rested for a while and then turned back. The fresh and cool wind in the suburbs blew in from the car window.

Waving the woman's soft and long hair.

She whispered softly:

"When you are old, your hair is gray and your sleep is heavy."

"Tiredly sit by the fire and take down this book."

...

"Love the traces of years on your sad face."

"Brows down at the stove hood, lowering your eyebrows, pondering and muttering."

He Songbai's face was as hot as a fire.

How did love die, how to walk up the mountains, how to hide your face among the stars.

Many years ago, Li Li struggled to hug her young grandchildren, waving the fan of fan sunflower and reading while fanning.

Read the letters that Grandpa wrote to her.

He Songbai turned around silently, from ear to ear all the way to his neck.

In the afternoon, the sunset of the egg yolk gradually sank into the mountains.The temperature dropped suddenly and became slightly cooler.

The two of them finished a few bus lines, one smiled, the corners of the mouth were as if with gloss, and the other followed behind silently.

After returning to the guest house, the two began to pack up the luggage for the next day's train.

He Songbai folded the clothes one by one and opened the box. Eight brand-new "Longines" watches reflected the cold silver light, the dial was exquisite and simple, and the sound of dripping in the silent air was subtle.

He silently took out these eight watches, stuck in his pocket, and left the guest house.

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The author has something to say: *

"When You Are Old"

——William Butler Yeats, 1893

When you are old, your hair is gray, and you are sleepy,

Tired of sitting by the fire, took this book,

Read slowly, look at the dream

Your soft look and deep halo.

How many people have loved your short-lived figure,

Love your beauty, with hypocrisy or true feelings,

Only one person ever loved your pilgrim's heart,

Love the traces of years on your sad face.

Brow down with a low eyebrow beside the furnace hood,

Contemplative and muttering,

How does love die and how to walk up the mountains,

How to hide my face among the stars.

small theater:

Lifetime Jun:

Brother Bo, you actually hid eight Longines!Eight!

It turns out that the big brothers are all hidden:)

Brother Bo: Silently touching the back of the head, not talking

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