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151% read (book^net>?1993. Beijing. Capital International Airport. A Boeing 747 passenger plane from Hong Kong slowly landed. This is a private charter flight. There were only a dozen passengers on the plane that could carry 400 people.

The itinerary is confidential. The Chinese government did not send a staff to receive them. After these people have cleared customs, they drove to the Shangri-La Hotel.

The car passes by an urban green garden. A group of retired elderly people are doing tai chi. The leader is an old man in a Tang costume. Crane hair and childish face. The movement is soothing. Finish a set of punches. Everyone gathered around and said, "Master Yan. Tired. Drink saliva."

The white-haired Yan Zhiyong picked up the canned bottle and drank tea. Said: "Xiao Zhao. You're here too."

Zhao Jiayong said: "Still Xiao Zhao. Those who are about to be buried in the ground. Retired and have nothing to do. Get some exercise. Strive to live to be 100 years old."

Cars passing by. The elderly man sitting in the car looked in the other direction. Didn't see old friends in the garden.

Two hours later. The summer sun is dazzling. The trees kept screaming. The old man walks out of the Shangri-La Hotel. Behind him was a pair of young men and women in their twenties. Dress up in style. At first glance, it is overseas Chinese.

The hotel waiter waved a Japanese Duke King sedan. Attentively pull the car door. The old man waved his hand to signal no. I walked out of the hotel and out onto the street. Stopped a yellow Tianjin Dafa van.

The driver of the noodles is a native of Beijing. A mouthful of Beijing films chatters about the capital's famous attractions. The old man just smiled and listened. And don't interject. Looking out the window at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery. Scenes of black and white pictures appeared in front of me.

"Master. to the front gate train station." The old man spoke. It is also an authentic Beijing sound.

"Yo. Old man. You're old Beijing." The driver was happy." Where to hit. By train? The Qianmen train station is long gone."

"We're from the United States. My grandfather just wanted to visit the old place. Don't take the train." The young woman said. Her Mandarin is also very standard. But I don't have that Beijing flavor.

"You're a Chinese American. Big money. Why are you sitting on my side? You are the identity. You should be the crown, the duke." The driver is very poor-mouthed.

"Me. It's just a bite. Surfaced. Isn't it the same rubber that used to be?" The old man laughed.

The driver was happy: "Old man. You're clear. I also know that foreign cars are called rubber. I'll tell you the truth. My ancestors also pulled carts."

The girl said, "Of course. My grandfather pulled the rickshaw. But then ......"

The old man said that his granddaughter should not say anything. He took out a stack of vouchers and said, "Young man. See you're enthusiastic. Chartered your car today. Three hundred dollars is not enough."

"Ouch. Where did you say that? Three hundred. That's enough. Or a voucher. Thank you so much. What's that. I was a tour guide throughout the tour. obligatory."

The driver was delighted. The voucher is said to be equivalent to the RMB. But on the black market it's 30% higher. I can enter the special supply shop. Buy imported goods. In recent years, the salaries of white-collar workers in foreign companies have been paid with exchange coupons. Holding it in your hand also has a lot of face.

Noodles drive to the old front gate train station. Today's Railroad Workers' Club. The courtyard is cold. The old man got out of the car. In a trance, I saw rows of foreign cars and towering front doors downstairs. A tall young man walked out of the station with a luggage roll on his back and followed the flow of people. Look like the cat that ate the canary. Tiger Eagle Gu. Not far away, a slender girl in a cotton robe stood quietly. Her father was haggling with the porter. On the square in front of the station. A skinny teenager searches for cigarette butts on the ground.

Seventy-four years. The memory is still so clear. It's like yesterday.

"Grandpa." The girl gently tugs on the sleeve of the old man's shirt.

"Gone. Let's go around. Beijing has changed. I don't even dare to admit it." The old man finally came out of the long river of memories.

The driver drove them around in a yellow-faced car. Summer Palace, Old Summer Palace, Forbidden City, Beihai, ** Square. Watching from scratch. He also introduced: "The bridge in Beijing is a big sight. All kinds of overpasses. That's the pride of Beijing. Asian Games Village to go no. It's also very representative. Buildings. It is very representative of the degree of development of Beijing."

Guests from New York don't seem to be interested in overpasses and buildings. Instead interested in something old. It took most of the day. The surface is not air-conditioned. Put the old man hot and sweaty. The driver looked at half past eleven. "Where are we going to eat at noon?"

The old man said, "Let's go to the hair alley first."

The driver was happy: "It's a coincidence. My family lives in Hair Alley. Why don't you go to your house and eat?"

The old man said, "Young man. Your last name."

"Exempt. My surname is Xue. XUE Qiang. To say that our family was also a big family at the beginning. The famous Ziguang depot in Beijing. That's what my grandpa's dad drove. Four gas lamps. Purple carriage. Beijing City Du No. 1. Later liberated. The public-private partnership will be given to the state."

The old man said, "Then is your grandfather's father still there?"

"Died early. If he had lived until now. It's going to be more than ninety."

"Then let's go to your house."

"Okay."

The face of the open to the hair alley. Stop by the wall. The gate of the purple depot is still the same. But there are many huts built inside. The courtyard house has completely lost its original appearance. In the yard is a small path. All kinds of wires are like a mess. There is a bird cage hanging under the eaves. Hot water simmering on a briquette stove. It seems that there are a lot of people living there.

Xue Qiang's family lives in a hall. The conditions are relatively good. His parents were both workers in a transport company. Warmly entertained my son's American guests. Dumplings. Noodles with fried sauce. Set up a table under a large tree at the mouth of the alley. Hit a loose beer to drink.

The old man of the Xue family is a retired cadre. Lived in Wuhan Army Cadre Rest House. The son became a soldier and returned to his ancestral hometown of Beijing. Assigned to Grandpa's unit to take over. The old man's name is Xue Dazhuan. Worked as a manager for a transportation company. People's Representatives. Lived to be eighty years old. Survived until *** collapsed before dying.

After lunch. Xue Qiang sent the old man back to Shangri-La for a short rest. There is air conditioning in that place. Cool. The old man's body is no longer bone. Travel under continuous high temperature and scorching heat. Sitting on the surface without air conditioning. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it.

After the lunch break. Xue Qiang continued to take them around. In the evening, when passing by Lama Temple Street. The old man saw a small façade outside the walls of the Lama Temple. Playing the signboard of "Hu Banxian Computer Fortune Telling". So I asked the driver to stop the car.

Small shop. There is a 286 computer on the table. A dot matrix printer. A man in a shirt and tie is sitting behind a desk and giving a look at a customer.

"I'm the latest technology. Microcomputer fortune telling. Just enter your birth date. The computer can calculate your marriage, career, fortune ......"

The customer said, "you." Got up and left.

The fortune teller said disdainfully: "There is no culture." Suddenly, I saw an old man coming in." Old gentleman. Fortune telling."

"You are Hu Banxian. Why aren't you old?" The old man was shocked.

"Hu Banxian is my grandfather. I'm Xiaohu Banxian. Your surname is Chen."

"Yes. My surname is Chen."

"My grandfather did the math. You will come today. Otherwise, I would have closed the stall."

"Then you can do the math for me."

"What's it?"

"Count where my children and grandchildren are."

Xiao Hu Banxian smiled: "Isn't your granddaughter outside?"

"I'm talking about my own grandson."

Xiao Hu Banxian pinched his fingers and counted. "He has married and had children. Life is easy. But I don't remember your grandfather. You also have a great-grandson. Twelve years old. Someone is in the posture of a dragon and a phoenix."

The old man said, "Really."

Xiao Hu Banxian smiled: "For so many years. I've lied to you."

The old man's body was shocked.

"Alright. One more word to you. Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren. Don't meddle. Otherwise, it's counterproductive." Xiao Hu Banxian finished speaking. Stood up and muttered, "Turn off the printer first. Turn off the monitor again. Finally shut down the host." Turn off the high-tech devices one by one. Start pulling the roller shutter door.

The old man had no choice but to retreat. watched Xiao Hu Banxian leave.

"Let's go." The old man is on the face. Drive towards the dim lights.

Behind you in the shadow of a towering tree. There is no longer a figure of Xiaohu Banxian. A red fox quietly burrowed into the dog hole under the wall of the Lama Temple.

……

Gangdong Province. Longyang County, Jiangbei. There is a famous former leprosy village here. It has been established as a socialist spiritual civilization education base by the local government. It is said that in the sixties. A female doctor responded to the party's call to take care of patients in a leprosy village. Eat and live with them. Popular Science Medical Knowledge. Eventually eliminated the discrimination that people had against leprosy patients.

In the backwoods outside the educational base. There is a temple built spontaneously by the locals. Some people say that it is the Nine Heavens Xuannu who is enshrined. Some people also say that it is Nuwa Niangniang who is enshrined.

Guests from Beijing learned the ins and outs of the temple from the local people. It turned out to be a female doctor named Chen Yan. In the seventies a plague epidemic saved many people. But he was infected and died. Locals commemorate her. The temple was built.

Walk into the temple. A wooden carving is offered on it. Picturesque. Lifelike.

The old man was in tears.

Suddenly there was thunder and lightning outside. Rain cats and dogs.

It rained for two hours. Local people knock on the basin and cheer in the rain. It has been a drought for a long time. This heavy rain greatly alleviated the drought.

The first sunny day after the rain. The old man left a sum of money to repair the temple. Drive to Jiangbei City. A rainbow hangs in the sky. The sky is full of red clouds. A beautiful girl walked up. A crisp voice shouted, "Daddy. You're back."

Old man rubbing his eyes. Can't believe it. But all the people in the car saw it. It's not an illusion.

Turn your head again. The girl is gone. The rainbow is also gone.

"Do you see? Yan'er is back. She called me daddy." The old man got out of the car tremblingly. I want to chase after the past.

The granddaughter and grandson hurriedly grabbed the grandfather. They all saw the apparition of the great aunt. But think it's just a mirage. As for the sound. That's auditory hallucinations.

Seeing this, the old man driving the mule cart on the side of the road smiled and said, "It's not once or twice that the Holy Aunt has appeared. Experts from the county and city have come to study it. Say this and that. Complicate a simple thing. What kind of science is not scientific. We all know it. The Holy Aunt and Grandmother are the Nine Heavens Xuannu who descended to earth. Come and purify all living beings."

The old man stopped. Looking at the sky, Caixia said, "Yan'er. Daddy sees you. I hear you, too."

……

Jiangbei City. It is a coal and iron resource-based city. Originally, there were two large national enterprises. In the tide of market economy reform, it has gradually lost its vitality. The water of the Huai River is gushing endlessly. Black smoke from the chimneys by the river. A huge propaganda slogan reads, "Deeply understand the spirit of the Southern Tour. Persist in deepening reform and opening up."

So many years have passed. Jiangbei is still the same. It's just more shabby. In the past, Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin designed the railway station. Demolition is underway. In its place will be a large, modern railway station.

High soil slope. After decades of building. The neat dormitory area has been transformed into an intricate shanty town. All kinds of asbestos tiles, plastic sheets, wooden planks, haphazard construction of houses, shacks abound.

Inside an amusement arcade on the street. A teenager with a cigarette in his mouth playing Three Kingdoms and Street Fighter. Make a deafening sound. An Audi 100 with a Beijing license plate is quietly parked on the side of the road.

Three teenagers with school bags on their backs approached us. Hook shoulders and backs. Singing Zheng Zhihua's song in unison: "He said that in the wind and rain. What is this pain? Wipe away your tears and don't be afraid. At least we still have dreams......"

Teenager walking in the middle. Reminds the old man in the car of his eldest son.

The teenagers walking on both sides suddenly rushed towards the game hall. As he ran, he shouted: "Liu Ziguang. Come on. The arcade has four cards for a dollar."

Liu Ziguang chased after him: "Zhuo Li. ZHOU Wen. Wait for me."

The old man in the car followed the young man's gaze. Smiled with relief.

Night. The old man died suddenly in his room at the Binjiang Hotel, the first guest house of the local municipal party committee. He was ninety-three years old.

Astronomers noticed a phenomenon. The first of the seven northern houses that has been dimmed for nearly a hundred years. In the folk, known as the Xuanwu Emperor, Dousu suddenly brightened.

End of the book.

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