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Under the sun, blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and green waters.

The breeze blows and the birdsong is crisp.

"Where is this?"

Night Crazy was a little dumbfounded, and at a glance, there were mountains all around him.

"Hey, are you separated?"

He roared twice, but there was no sound at all except for the echo, and the night madman's face was a little ugly.

"Forget it, separate and separate." Night Madness shook his head, "It's impossible for the playground to throw players out of the storyline, so let's go to Aoko first and ask him if he remembered this story." ”

After making a decision, Night Madness chose a random direction and plunged headlong into the lush forest.

And a few mountains away, Li Qing stood on a dirt road.

The dirt road twists and turns, stretching into the woods at the foot of the mountain, and I don't know where it leads.

"Forward or backward?" Li Qing's eyes showed contemplation.

However, the next moment,

He didn't need to think about it.

"Sudden ......"

There was a sound of an engine, an old tractor, exhaust gas spraying from the front air duct, and the water used for cooling was steaming and tumbling, and the water splashed on the rusty iron sheet at the front of the car from time to time.

A dusty black belt spun rapidly, making a sudden engine roar.

A dark-skinned, clear-eyed young man came over with a tractor while singing a mountain song.

"Sister, you sit on the bow of the boat

Brother, I'm walking on the shore

Affection, love, love, rope swinging

……”

Li Qing's eyes swept over the dust rising from the back of the tractor, and his eyes showed enlightenment.

The appearance of this tractor in Thailand was sudden, there was no sound at all before, and the next moment it appeared violently.

Even, only the nearest section of the road the tractor drove was dusty, and further afield, there was no trace of the car driving at all.

"Plot characters?" Li Qing whispered, and then set his eyes on the man who was driving.

"Hey, buddy, where are you going?" The swarthy young man, still a few meters away, yelled at Li Qing.

"Go to the front." Li Qing pointed in the direction of the tractor and spoke.

"Well, let's go to the front. Do you want to get on the bus? Anyway, by the way, I'll give you a ride. The swarthy man smiled, revealing a mouthful of teeth that were somewhat blackened and yellowed.

"Yes." Li Qing nodded.

Since it's a plot character arranged by the playground, let's cut into it.

Otherwise, after this person drove away, he had to walk over step by step, wouldn't that be asking for his own suffering?

"Come on, don't be disgusted." The swarthy man stopped the tractor, found a stained rag, and wiped a piece of iron on the tractor's two large wheels.

"Big brother, don't mind, this dirt road is too dusty, it's better to sit in front."

Li Qing is no stranger to this old tractor.

When he was a child, there was only one tractor in the village, and every time he went into the city to catch the market, he would pull a cart of villagers.

And for small children, sitting on the two large wheels next to the driver's seat is the best position besides the driver's seat.

Li Qing climbed into the car very skillfully, sat on the iron sheet with one butt, held the iron rod on the back of the driver's seat with one hand, and stretched his feet forward naturally.

"Dude has sat there before?" There was a hint of surprise on the swarthy man's face.

Originally, he wanted to remind Li Qing how to sit safely and conveniently, but he didn't expect Li Qing to be so familiar with the road.

"My hometown used to have a tractor too." Li Qing groaned slightly, and then smiled.

"Oh, I see." The swarthy man had a sudden expression of realization on his face, "I'll just say, the eldest brother is a city man at first glance, with fine skin and tender meat, much better than us farmers." ”

"By the way, I almost forgot to introduce it, my name is Wang Ming, I went to my aunt's village on a blind date, what about you, buddy?"

"Me?" Li Qing smiled, "My name is Li Qing, you can just call me Qingzi."

This time, I just want to experience the scenery of nature and take a walk around it. ”

"What is there to see about this poor mountain and bad water?" Wang Ming touched his head and grinned, "I really envy you people in the city, you don't have to do any work, how comfortable it is!" ”

Li Qing smiled, didn't answer, but changed the topic and asked, "I just listened to the song you sang, the voice is loud and full of momentum, and the singing is really good." ”

"That's it." Wang Ming smiled proudly, "This is what I saw on a sketch show at this year's Spring Festival Gala."

You don't know, when I saw this sketch, it made my stomach hurt with laughter.

The short actor is obscene and funny.

Hey, by the way, what is the actor's name Pan, I still remember it at the time, why it was only two or three months later, and I can't remember it. ”

"Pan Changjiang." Li Qing's eyes flashed, and he said lightly.

"Yes, that's the name, Pan Changjiang!" Wang Ming patted his thigh and said excitedly, "Qingzi, do you also like to watch his sketches?" ”

"It's okay." Li Qing smiled, and then asked tentatively, "You saw it from this year's Spring Festival Gala?" ”

"Yes, our village is poor, and there are only two or three families that can afford to buy TVs." Wang Ming said with a sigh, "Only during the Spring Festival, when you go to someone's house to watch TV, will you not be sneered at." ”

Hearing this, Li Qing was silent for a moment, and some memories flashed in his mind.

He was adopted by his parents when he was a baby.

And his current parents are also just farmers in a poor mountain village who can't read a single word.

The family is poor, and they can't afford a black-and-white TV of more than ten inches.

When Li Qing was a child, he walked for more than ten minutes to watch TV at another child's house in the village.

Li Qing still remembers that there used to be a TV series of "Spring Splendid Pig Bajie", he would go to his friend's house every night to watch it, and his father, always at ten o'clock in the evening, after a sleep, took a flashlight, went to pick him up after watching TV, and went home!

It wasn't until later, after the little friend changed to a color TV at home, that Li Qing's father and mother discussed it, so they gritted their teeth and paid for the second-hand black and white TV that had been used for several years.

At that time, black-and-white televisions referred to the characters and scenes played on the TV screen, and there were only two colors: black and white.

This black-and-white TV, which is only more than ten inches, can only watch three TV channels after connecting the antenna cover, and even, because of the unstable signal, there are always snowflakes flashing on the TV screen.

However, this black and white TV, which is useless and is a garbage for people now, is the best memory of Li Qing's childhood.

Shaking his head, no longer thinking about the throbbing in his heart, the emotion in Li Qing's eyes slowly faded.

"Pan Changjiang's sketch "Crossing the River" performed in the Spring Festival Gala, I also like it very much, it is one of the good programs in the Spring Festival Gala of the Year of the Rat."

"By the way, the best program of this year's Spring Festival Gala in the Year of the Rat, I think it's this sketch." Wang Ming said excitedly.

"Well," Li Qing nodded, and his eyes were fixed on Wang Ming, "Hong Kong returned to the motherland in 97, right?" ”

"Hong Kong? That Hong Kong in TV movies? Wang Ming's face showed a hint of yearning, and then, his face darkened, and he shook his head a little silently.

"We, the peasants in the poor mountain villages, who have never seen the world and never read books, where will you people in the city have insight.

Besides, who can say for sure what will happen next year? ”

Really!

Li Qing's heart was shocked!

Sure enough, 1996!

Pan Changjiang's sketch "Crossing the River" is the Spring Festival Gala program in 1996, the Year of the Rat!