Saturday, May 1, 1971.

Early in the morning, Lin Qingxia was pulled up from the bed by her sister and hurriedly dressed up and went out.

Mother Lin was holding a fried egg, and was almost knocked down by the sisters who rushed by, and hurriedly asked, "You haven't eaten yet, where are you going early in the morning?" ”

"Go on an outing." Lin Lixia pulled her sister's head and walked out of the yard without looking back.

The eldest brother Lin Chengsen quipped: "Dressed up so pretty, I'm afraid I'm going to fall in love." ”

When Mother Lin heard this, she immediately had a topic, put down the omelette, and said earnestly: "Cheng Sen, you are not young anymore, should you bring a girlfriend home for us to see?" ”

Lin Chengsen didn't expect to set himself on fire, grabbed an omelette and stuffed it into his mouth and ran out, muttering in his mouth: "Mom, I still have something to do, let's go first." ”

Mother Lin shook her head and sighed: "There is no one who is worry-free." ”

Father Lin walked out of the bedroom with a teapot and persuaded: "Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, what are you idle?" ”

Mother Lin glared at her wife: "You are a good person." ”

……

Wang Zijun held a guitar and waited with Sun Xibi at the school gate, looked at his watch, it was almost nine o'clock.

In the distance, the Lin sisters ran over all the way.

Lin Qingxia is wearing a white dress today, her face is not powdered, and she is as pure and beautiful as a lotus flower out of water. Lin Lixia is wearing a pink shirt with simple beige trousers, especially highlighting her slender waist and slender legs, not like a little Lori who is not yet fifteen years old. At least in terms of height, Lin Lixia has grown to the height of her sister's forehead.

Sun Xibi's eyes were stupid, and he drooled and asked, "These are the two girls who came to you yesterday?" ”

"yes." Wang Zijun nodded.

"Okay, you kid. Hey, I said, you can't take care of it alone, how about sharing one of me. Sun Xibi rubbed his hands together and looked at Wang Zijun with incomparably silver eyes.

Wang Zijun was disgusted by his eyes, and pushed it away: "Go while playing with mud!" ”

Lin Lixia ran over with a smile, turned around a few times in front of Wang Zijun, and asked, "Zijun, am I beautiful today?" ”

"Not bad." Wang Zijun said sincerely, if Lin Qingxia is a blooming white lotus, then her sister can only be regarded as a flower bone at this time.

Lin Lixia stomped her feet angrily: "People have been dressed up for a long time, but it's just not bad!" ”

Wang Zijun spread his hands towards Lin Qingxia, meaning to say: Look, I didn't provoke your sister, she stuck it herself.

Lin Qingxia clenched her fists and kicked him: I see that you are sincere, and you want to be captured.

Just when the two were conducting chrono-space-time telepathy, Fang Nan, who was dressed in a denim suit, came panting: "Sorry, sorry, I got up late!" ”

But seeing the four of them looking at him strangely, Fang Nan checked his clothes suspiciously, and said to himself: "The clothes are not worn backwards!" ”

Wang Zijun pointed to the sun in the sky, and then pointed to him in a denim suit and hat, and teased: "I'm not afraid of covering the prickly heat." ”

"This, for the sake of artistic ......" Fang Nan smiled awkwardly, don't look at his appearance as a tough guy, but he was too shy to speak in the face of the Lin sisters, but it was Sun Xibi, a fat man, who talked eloquently, making the sisters laugh.

In this era, there are many singing competitions in Taiwan, and the most influential is the "Star of the Singing Forest" singing contest, which can be called the star-making machine of the Taiwanese music scene in the seventies and eighties. However, the company has just established the Golin Record Company, which has dominated the Taiwanese music scene for more than ten years, and the "Golin Star" contest will not be launched until the year after next.

The competition that Wang Zijun and Fang Nan signed up for was called the "China Television Singing Contest", which was held by China Television, one of Taiwan's three major television stations.

The two of them have already passed the preliminary round in Sanchong City, and today they are going to Taipei City to participate in the semifinals.

called two taxis, Lin Lixia wrapped around Wang Zijun as soon as she got in the car, chirping and chattering, all of which were interesting things between little girls, and he dozed off when he heard it.

Boredom, Wang Zijun had to pick up a newspaper from the previous two days on the seat of the car to pass the time, but he didn't expect the headline to be a huge portrait: Mr. Song Ziwen, former foreign minister of the Republic of China, died in San Francisco on the evening of the 24th at the age of 77.

At the end of the article, Song Ziwen made this evaluation of his life: "The late president of the Song Dynasty loved the country, and made significant contributions to the Northern Expedition, the War of Resistance and the Survey of Rebellion, or to preside over the political axe and support, or to break the international government, or to preside over the central and local government affairs. ”

Wang Zijun was not very embarrassed after reading it, the world has changed, and he thinks that the Song family, which was in the political arena back then, is now also called Bo Xishan. No matter how beautiful Song Ziwen was during his lifetime, the ending was just that he accidentally choked to death by food while eating.

Wang Zijun couldn't help but think of the eldest sister of the Song family sisters, Song Ailing. Song Qingling once commented on her eldest sister Song Ailing: "If the eldest sister was a man, I am afraid that the chairman would have died a long time ago, and she would have ruled China 15 years ago." ”

Two years later, the death of Song Ailing, the head of the "Song Dynasty", would mark the disappearance of a prominent family.

"Hey, what are you so engrossed in, people don't listen to you." Lin Lixia angrily took off the newspaper in Wang Zijun's hand, and her little face was cute and puffing.

Wang Zijun took out a stack of manuscript paper from his schoolbag and asked, "Do you read novels?" ”

"Look." Lin Lixia nodded.

Wang Zijun threw the manuscript paper to her and said: "This is a contemptible work, kneel and beg the heroine Yajian." ”

"Look at you pitiful, this girl barely looks." Lin Lixia proudly took the manuscript paper.

Whew, it's finally quiet!

Wang Zijun leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to recuperate, and what he gave to Lin Lixia was naturally "Sou Shen Ji". This time, in addition to participating in the singing competition, another task was to submit the manuscript and visit a general of honor by the way.

Lin Qingxia sat in the front seat and found that her sister, who had been chattering, suddenly became quiet, and looked back strangely. The two in the back seat were not as intimate as she imagined, Wang Zijun was leaning on the seat and napping, while Lin Lixia was holding a stack of manuscript paper and reading carefully.

"What are you looking at?" Lin Qingxia asked curiously.

"Sou Shen Ji, written by Zijun." Lin Lixia distributed the manuscript she had read to her sister, but her eyes did not leave the paper for a moment, which was completely contrary to her concentration when she was crazy.

Lin Qingxia took the manuscript paper, her eyes were full of dense words, and her head dizzy after only reading a few lines.

Many people may not know that the great beauty Lin Qingxia had dyslexia in her early years, and she herself admitted that she felt hard to read a piece of paper, and when she memorized lines in a movie, she often asked others to read it to her in order to remember.

Lin Qingxia secretly glanced at the pile of manuscript papers, and secretly said: So many, I'm afraid there are hundreds of thousands of words, it seems that this person is not useless.

People tend to be very respectful of the areas they are not good at, just as those who are engaged in writing admire and engage in technology. Lin Qingxia, who has dyslexia, has admired writers since she was a child, and unknowingly, Wang Zijun actually used a pile of manuscript paper to initially change Lin Meiren's bad impression of him.