May 1983.

The cold had just faded from the north, and the heat was just beginning, and the dust in the sun mixed with the mottled smell of the old times fell gently on a large green willow tree.

The willow trees are next to the roadside, and the dense branches cover the doorway of a two-story building behind, and there are two signs hanging at the door: Ancheng Quyi Troupe and Ancheng Quyi Workers Association.

Upstairs is the office area, downstairs is the lobby, and the sound of string drums hitting the board, babbling, and shocking cases faintly comes from inside.

"The horse walked off the cliff and lost a fall, and the gentleman on the horse looked up and saw the stone man and the stone horse and the stone prime minister, there were stone pigs and stone sheep, and the stone suspension bridge was divided into the left and right ......."

The auditorium is spacious and crowded. In the southeast corner, a rather old female gentleman holds a board in her left hand and a drum key in her right hand to flatten the drum.

This is a famous excerpt from the Xihe drum "Yang Jiajiang", called "Pan Yang Sue". There was also a white-bearded old man, playing the three-stringed accompaniment beside him, and four or five apprentices sat in front of him, listening attentively.

And on the stage not far away, four guys in floral clothes are rehearsing a local play. At the bottom of the stage, there are two men speaking allegro, and there are several artists next to them facing the old book Liangzi......

Books and raps are divided into categories, but they all control the sound and try not to disturb others.

Xu Fei sat under the window, his butt pressed Xiao Mazha, holding this "Popular TV" and watching it with relish.

In the third issue of this year, the cover is actress Xiao Xiong, and the back cover is the stills of the eight-episode TV series "Hua Luogeng" that has just been broadcast.

Blue sky and white clouds, big flowers, the girl combed her curly hair and wiped her red face, earthy and fresh.

""Quiet White Goose Bay", "Black Cross", "New Girl", "King Arthur", I haven't seen it...... Huh?"

"Zhu Yanping's "Wu Song" was originally broadcast this year. ”

He flipped through half of the book, and suddenly his eyes lit up, staring at a still of a walker with vague memories.

The big face and the headband that looked like an Aries Saint Seiya made a long-lost ironing sensation gush out of my heart, and then disappeared again.

Xu Fei sighed softly, raised his eyes to look at the lively scene, and was always a little detached. Before I knew it, I had been adapting to it for more than a month, but everything was still so unfamiliar.

That's right, he was born again.

In my previous life, I was a middle-level backbone of a media company, with a house and a car, and a considerable income. As a result, I got drunk with my colleagues the night before, and I arrived here with my eyes closed and opened.

In 1983!

If it was around 2,000 years, he would have been able to engage in the Internet and real estate, and if it had been in the 90s, he would have been able to become a township entrepreneur; even if he was reborn a few years later, the social environment and degree of openness would have been completely different.

But what can we do now? The policies above have not yet stabilized, and it is only five years since the end of the humanitarian flood.

"It's been a terrible year. ”

Xu Fei closed the magazine, feeling a little hot inexplicably, and the vest inside was sticking to the shirt, slowly covering a layer of fine sweat. He ripped open the buttons and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his long, tight, slender forearms.

No way, it's really good is bad, it doesn't absorb sweat and is not breathable, but it's smooth and easy to wash, and the price is affordable, so it became a fashion trend in the early 80s.

For example, he is the standard attire of young people: part-headed, indeed good white shirt, shirt tucked into trousers, stepping on a pair of torn sandals that cover the top of the foot, and then he must wear socks.

As for toad glasses, bell bottoms, bat shirts, etc., they will not become a popular trend until the mid-eighties, and they are currently only occasionally seen in the capital, and are sprayed by some experts.

Tsk, if you let these people know, in another thirty years, there will be people on the street with their bare and half-pulled butts, I'm afraid they will be scared to death......

"Xiao Xu, help lift the props. ”

"It's coming!"

He was thinking wildly, the local drama had been rehearsed, and an eldest sister beckoned, and this thing ran to the stage, carrying the table and moving the stool, extremely skillful.

It's almost time to get off work, and it's almost done here, and it's almost over there. He helped the teams clean up and stuffed them into the small warehouse next to the stage.

Xu Fei is the youngest, but everyone is very polite, and no matter how bad it is, they can say thank you. Of course, it's not for him, it's for the dad and the uncle behind it.

But he didn't care, as soon as the hands of the old clock arrived, he slipped out of the auditorium and launched a brand-new big phoenix from the carport. Take a few steps backwards on two legs and straddle up leaningly, which is called chic.

Okay, it's really chic to be able to ride a phoenix all over the streets this year.

............

The impression of an era is completely different from watching it on TV and seeing it with your own eyes.

The sky was grey, industrial dust was everywhere, the streets were particularly wide, and bicycles were in the middle, because there were very few cars, only the tram tracks were laid straight.

Most of the buildings on both sides are low and old, densely packed with poles and wires. The tall buildings must be on the main road, and there must be security booths on the main road, and there are police uncles in white uniforms.

As far as the eye can see, the crowd is also dark, blue, gray, black, white, and rarely bright.

Xu Fei rode home, only to feel that he walked into the old photos one by one, and everything seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, not clear, and even more unreal.

He turned a few streets and slipped into an alley, which was a miscellaneous courtyard, where two or three, three or four families lived together.

He parked in front of a house, pushed the car into the narrow doorway, and walked inside, looking up at the communal kitchen, with two rooms on the left and right. The surname on the left is Zhang, and the surname on the right is Xu, both of whom work in the Quyi Troupe.

"Mom, I'm back!"

Xu Fei lifted the curtain and entered the house, and found that the person was not there, so he turned around, and there was movement from the kitchen, "I'm back, what are you busy with today?"

"What can I do, run errands. ”

He went into the kitchen again, and a middle-aged woman with a gentle face and a slender figure was washing rice and cooking.

The woman's name is Zhang Guiqin, a dancer of the Municipal Song and Dance Troupe, and now she has taken a back seat when she is older, rarely on stage, and mainly does teaching work.

"You're young and you've just turned positive, so you'll get better in the future. Oh, by the way, you're getting paid today, right?"

"Uh, it's ......"

Xu Fei pursed his lips, took out the envelope and handed it over.

Zhang Guiqin took out a small stack of coins and counted them, thirty-four yuan. She left twenty yuan, and returned the rest to her son, saying, "Save some flowers, I don't know how to change it in the future." You haven't been on stage yet, even if you take you out, it depends on your father's face, you have points in your heart, and it doesn't matter how long you have your ability. ”

"Uh-huh, got it!"

He snorted twice, too lazy to pick up the stubble, saw that Zhang Guiqin had scooped up the rice, poured it into the big stove, and began to add firewood to the fire, and couldn't help but say: "Mom, we can buy a rice cooker, and we can also get a gas canister." ”

"The gas canister, it's not safe, maybe it's going to blow up somewhere. ”

"Who told you? Can an unsafe country be launched, and people will have fire at one point, so there is no need to work so hard. ”

"That's not good, how much is a can of gas, it's not worth it. ”

“......”

Okay, Xu Fei kept silent.

In the early 80s, gas canisters were still a novelty, and many people thought they were bombs, and they were more expensive. It was only in the middle and later periods that urban residents began to use gas canisters in large quantities, and even a new service industry was derived.

The thing walked around the kitchen, nibbling on a cucumber in his mouth, and casually asked, "What about my dad, why hasn't he come back yet?"

"I have something to do with your uncle, and I have dinner here at night. ”

"Then I'll have to get some wine. ”

"You kid, you know that your uncle doesn't drink. ”

Zhang Guiqin knocked on him and thought about it: "But there are no cigarettes at home, so you can go buy a pack." ”

As she spoke, she rummaged through her pockets and took out a cigarette ticket, which was extremely simple in black and white, and was stamped with the seal of the Ancheng Commercial Bureau.

In the past few years, from rice to refined salt, from towels to batteries, from iron pots to umbrellas, from radios to bags, you basically have to use tickets to buy everything.

Especially for big-ticket goods, such as bicycles, you first have to have a bicycle ticket, and then you have to prepare an industrial ticket. Industrial vouchers are issued according to the proportion of wages, with an average of one coupon for every 20 yuan, and the scope of application is extremely wide.

These tickets have a certain monetary value, but they are not entirely monetary and are equivalent to a proof of purchase, with additional cash to pay.

Xu Fei took the coupon and went straight to the nearest state-run store to buy a pack of cigarettes.

smelled all the way back, and happened to bump into two people in the alley, one was white and tall, it was the original owner's father, Xu Xiaowen.

The other is not tall, his hair is meticulously combed, his expression is magical when he laughs, and a very characteristic male duck voice floats through his mouth:

"Boy, where are you from?"

(Ask a well-wisher to help make a cover, add a group to me, thank you!)