The slanting sun and the west have not allowed the summer heat to dissipate, and on the streets of the night of the 99th Chinese New Year's Eve, you can see everywhere the grandfather walking in a vest sweatshirt, the young man who swaggers across the street bare-chested, and the woman who is showing flowers and branches and wearing big waves and heavy makeup.

Qi Ming sat in the stalls and thought about the way, which piece of land in the city was sold for a sky-high price in the future, and which old community was demolished to build a super-large-scale comprehensive commercial body, which road to cross by railway.

After thinking about it for a long time, I felt the feeling that the big era was coming, and then looked at the surrounding buildings and streets, and couldn't help but sigh that there were really few decent high-rise buildings in Zhongzhou at that time, just like a big county town that looked rustic.

The older generation of Zhongzhou people divided the city into two suburbs, east and west, bounded by Dashiqiao Cultural Road, and west is the western suburbs.

Before the millennium, there was no concept of a central business district, and a large area of land in the east was still wasteland, so in this year, the western suburbs of Zhongzhou were the most prosperous places.

Yuda International Trade Center, which opened in 97, was the most luxurious five-star hotel in Zhongzhou at that time, and 202 meters was not a brilliant building in the eyes of high-rise fans in later generations, but in this year, it was one of the few decent landmarks in Zhongzhou.

While housing prices have skyrocketed, it has also created the city's business card.

Of course, for the people in 1999, this is all a shadow.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Yuda International Trade is a representative of high-end and high-grade, and if you can have dinner in it at that time, it is a face-saving thing, and it can be blown over and over for a whole year.

The Cultural Palace, which is adjacent to Yuda International Trade Center, reveals a temperament of Soviet repair in the fifties from both the style of the building itself and the name.

Speaking of which, it is really a down-to-earth place, to the east of the Cultural Palace is the textile market, and there are stalls outside to buy clothes.

There is no need for rent, but the practice stalls spontaneously formed a night market of a large scale.

Here, whether it is Putian fake shoes for dozens of yuan, or brand-name leather shoes that are not cheap and high-imitation, as well as jeans that are earthy and retro in later generations, there is everything here.

It is bustling all year round, and the workers of the nearby cotton mills, which are dying and about to close, feed the small traders who sell fake leather goods.

The students who live nearby feed the roast duck intestines, fried rice cakes and teppanyaki in the night market.

Bean skin, potato chips, baby cabbage, eggplant, shiitake mushrooms, and chicken fillet ham luncheon meat.

Wear it on a bamboo skewer and roll and fry it on a red-hot iron plate.

Then give these oiled dishes and spread them evenly with a thick and spicy sauce.

Take a pancake that has also been on the hot iron plate for a long time, cut it from it, and the steaming pancake is sandwiched with the oily vegetable yard.

This bite down, tsk...... The corners of the mouth are oily, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.

The little black fat man Liu Xuqiang and Qi Ming, from the moment the teppanyaki was served on the table, their mouths were not idle, and the fried skewers were hard to make, anyway, the meat and vegetables were all five cents a string, which could make people eat.

Fang Wenjin probably felt that it was too greasy, so he just ate a few bunches of vegetables casually, and then took a bottle of Sprite in a glass bottle of one dollar and sucked it.

In the following twenty years, the Sprite of this glass bottle has risen from one to two, and Coca-Cola is also a real fucking conscience.

After eating almost, Qi Ming drank Coke, and his head kept thinking about making money.

Even if life is reversed, time is as cruel as it is.

From the college entrance examination results to now, it is the end of July in a blink of an eye.

There is still more than a month left before the start of the university, and I really don't have any eyebrows about making money.

"What do you think?" Fang Wenjin blinked his big watery eyes, looked at Qi Ming on the side and said.

She was in a good mood anyway, because she went to Zhao Zeming's house, and browsed the homepage of Donghua University with the unworkable Microsoft computer, and she was full of longing and yearning for the future university life.

Liu Xuqiang sucked a bunch of enoki mushrooms into his mouth, and finally shook off his face of oil and sauce and said: "Yes, they all say that we are the successors of the new century, think about college life, what else do you have to worry about?" ”

Qi Ming smiled, "I have something to worry about." It's just that as soon as the college entrance examination is over, I suddenly feel light and bored. ”

While talking, Qi Ming lowered his head and held a pen, scribbling and drawing casually on the notebook that Lao Cai gave him.

However, after a long time, the table of teppanyaki was not resolved, and Qi Ming casually drew a sketch of the character.

It is also an ordinary graffiti work, and the lines are extremely simple and shallow.

But the content of the painting is a bit interesting, outlining the stall owner's son, who has just entered junior high school, sitting under the street lamp, surrounded by diners and passers-by as the background, and the boy is holding a book reading by the light of the street lamp.

Qi Ming brought the young man's demeanor to life on the paper with a few brushstrokes, and even the light and dark shadows illuminated by the light of the street lamp, as well as the passers-by in the background, were also depicted into three points.

An entire sheet of paper was filled, with the boy under the street lamp in the center, and the rest of the scene of people coming and going in the night market.

This was originally just a graffiti work, and after drawing Qi Ming, he planned to close the notebook. But he never thought that at this time, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder from behind.

"Hello, excuse me."

It was a woman who spoke, wearing a black and white plaid shirt, a pair of glasses, and a small backpack on her back.

The point is not on the woman, but on the two people who follow behind her.

One tall and one short, tall redhead and blue-eyed, looking particularly burly, a white foreigner, wearing a gray shirt and pants a pair of khaki shorts.

The short man was a young man in his sixties, hunched over his chest, hunched over, wearing a pair of toad glasses and a fisherman's hat on his head.

Yes, it is the childhood shadow in the TVB classic "Sister Tuogun", the kind of split personality of Bao Guoping.

This big night is so scary, especially the little old man with his hands behind his back, looking at Qi Ming with a smile and a word.

In Zhongzhou that year, although foreigners also had them, they were really rare.

In particular, the tall horse, who was almost two meters tall, with reddish-brown hair like patina wire, quickly attracted the attention of almost everyone on the street.

Wearing glasses and carrying a small leather bag on her back, the handsome little girl was their translator, and said to Qi Ming: "That's the case, my friend wants to see your sketch, is it convenient?" ”

The words were polite, and Qi Ming had no reason to refuse, so he spread out the notebook and handed the sketch with some oil stains to the female translator.

When the tall foreigner just took the sketchbook and looked at it, the little old man with a rickety waist next to him immediately stepped forward, he took off the toad glasses on the bridge of his nose, replaced them with reading glasses, and looked at Qi Ming's graffiti work scrutinically.

Obviously, the tall foreigner is a layman, but the hunchbacked little old man should be an insider. The hand was on the paper for a long time.

Qi Ming has been paying attention to the little old man, how does this rickety old man with toad glasses look familiar.

"It's an excellent sketch, and my friend loves it, and he wants to know if you're willing to sell it to him?" The female translator looked at Qi Ming and asked.

"I don't want to." Qi Ming replied immediately.

The reaction seemed somewhat unexpected, and the tall, white man pouted with a disappointed expression.

At this time, the little old man with his back on his back stepped forward, only to see him bow slightly, and then took out a palm-sized sketchbook from his bag, tore off a page casually, and handed it to Qi Ming with both hands.

Then he said a word in Japanese.

Everyone looked confused.

If you want to say what the blonde foreigner said, Fang Wenjin can basically understand it, but the Japanese language is obviously out of line for her.

And Liu Zeqiang whispered on the side: "Eh? How did you say these two buddies got together and forgot about Pearl Harbor, Hiroshima and Nagasaki? ”

The female translator is an authentic Chinese, and when she heard Liu Zeqiang's words, she secretly smiled, and then said to Qi Ming: "My friend likes your sketches very much, and he said that it doesn't matter if you don't want to sell them to them." He was willing to trade his paintings in exchange. If you like it, you can swap it with him. ”

Hearing this, Qi Ming also felt strange, this old man wearing a fisherman's hat seemed to be very confident in his paintings?

As he spoke, Qi Ming took over the sketch of the hunchbacked little old man, and unlike his own character sketch, the old man in the fisherman's hat drew a sketch of the structure.

The lines are straight and bright, and the composition is square.

Qi Ming could see the gap at a glance, and this touch could not be practiced at all without decades of precipitation and tempering.

In the painting is part of the street scene of Zhongyuan Road outside Yuda International Trade Center, if Qi Ming's character sketches are only a few strokes, it outlines the fireworks in the market.

So on this structural sketch, whether it is the big pigtailed trolleybus that ran rampant on the street in that era, or the hurried pedestrians and cars, they are all vividly displayed under the simple lines.

Character sketches need to look at some artistic conceptions, while structural sketches pay attention to the relationship between distance and proximity and perspective.

But what attracted Qi Ming was the inscription in the lower right corner of the other party's sketch.

Others don't know, and they can't see anything special about this name.

Only Qi Ming couldn't help but be a little shocked when he saw the name of the inscription.

Kurokawa Akira!

In 98, the provincial leadership team planned to establish a new area in Zhongzhou, and if there is no accident, in January next year, the provincial leadership team will solicit design proposals.

Kurokawa Jijo Design Firm stood out from the other five top international design firms, that is, this hunchbacked old man, who designed to dig out an artificial lake from the original site of the old Zhongzhou airport, and then use this lake as a wetland park, and build a business district around it.

This business district is the central business district of later generations.

Twenty years ago, when the new district was first grounded, no one would have thought that it would be broken, whether it was the magnificent city skyline from the ground or the entire Ruyi Lake from the sky. The visual impact is as shocking as the housing prices that have not risen in the past two decades.