The morning in Shanghai began with the smoke of a coal stove and the cacophony of night incense.

In the alley where Song Yuanchao's house is located, not every household has gas, and there are still many people who are limited to the conditions of coal stoves, and the same is true for toilets, and there are still many people who use toilets, so the two most important things that people should do after getting up every morning are coal stoves and pouring night incense.

Song Yuanchao doesn't need to do this, his house is the best house on the 23rd, the third floor and the three-story pavilion above are his house, and he also has a separate bathroom.

In the kitchen downstairs, Song Yuanchao's grandfather connected the gas when he took the house down, and this gas also benefited all the residents of Building 23 a lot, and it belonged to the very few residents with gas in the entire alley.

After seven o'clock, when the adults went out to work, the children went to school, and the noise outside gradually became quieter.

Song Yuanchao bought two steamed buns on the way back from the bathhouse yesterday as breakfast, which were originally intended to be used as dinner yesterday, but later Zhang Jianguo specially sent the food over, and kept it until now.

With boiled water, after eating the buns in a few bites, Song Yuanchao washed his face, and then changed his clothes.

This dress is not Song Yuanchao's, in that place in the northwest, the living conditions are difficult, not to mention new clothes, Song Yuanchao has been in the northwest for eight years, and there are only three sets of clothes and a shabby military coat. One of these three sets of clothes is winter, and two sets are spring and autumn, and these clothes and pants are all patched and patched, which is no longer suitable for wearing.

Huhai is the largest city in China and the most developed.

Since the end of the Qing Dynasty, the Huhai people have been in contact with the West, coupled with the existence of the concession, Chinese and Western cultures collided in this place, thus nourishing a unique Shanghainese culture.

Huhai people have always been known for their delicacy, even if the family is poor, they can't open the pot, they must be clean and neat when they go out, which is called decent in the north and tone in Shanghai.

In the eyes of Huhai people, the kind of unkempt and sloppy people are synonymous with countrymen, and they are collectively despised by Huhai people.

Song Yuanchao was only sixteen years old when he left home, these years have grown a lot taller, he naturally can't wear the old clothes before he was at home, and now Song Yuanchao wears this navy blue tunic or Song Guangzeng left, Song Guangzeng is a senior intellectual, and a teacher, he paid great attention to his appearance during his lifetime, so there are several sets of tunics with exquisite materials at home.

When Song Guangzeng passed away, Wang Sufen only took one of them to accompany Song Guangzeng to be cremated, and the rest were neatly placed at the bottom of the box.

When tidying up yesterday, Song Yuanchao found out these clothes, although he is now a little taller than Song Guangzeng, but because Song Yuanchao is thin, wearing his father's clothes can be considered a good fit, and if he wants to go out to run errands today, he naturally has to wear more formal and decent, so Song Yuanchao ironed the clothes in advance and hung them in the closet, and now he wears them.

The same is true for shoes, a pair of black leather shoes left by his father, Song Yuanchao found a box of condensed shoe polish in the cabinet, put it on the fire to soften and then brush it again with a brush, and it looked brand new.

Putting on a tunic and black leather shoes, standing in front of the closet mirror, Song Yuanchao is no longer the embarrassed look he had when he first came back yesterday, he nodded with satisfaction, took out the materials that had been prepared long ago, closed the door and went downstairs, and headed towards the nearby police station not far away.

More than ten minutes later, Song Yuanchao came to the police station, asked people, and found Officer Wang.

The police in this era are far closer to the people and more easy-going than later generations, and there are not so many rules, not to mention that Officer Wang and Zhang Jianguo know each other, and Zhang Jianguo came to greet him again yesterday and warmly entertained Song Yuanchao.

Regarding the information brought by Song Yuanchao, Officer Wang carefully reviewed it, and directly told Song Yuanchao that there was no problem with the household registration.

The country has a special policy on the return of educated youths to their hometowns, and this work is the most important task of the police station at present, as long as all the information procedures are met, the hukou problem can be solved quickly.

In this regard, Officer Wang quietly told Song Yuanchao that it would be a month at the slow, and half a month at the fastest, just let him go back and wait for the notice, and just come to the police station to get it directly when the household registration comes down.

Song Yuanchao thanked Officer Wang for his kindness, he originally brought a few packs of cigarettes when he came, but in the end, Officer Wang directly rejected the cigarettes that Song Yuanchao secretly stuffed, and told Song Yuanchao earnestly that it is not easy for these young people to come back, although they have come back, but now they are not working and living difficulties, as a people's policeman to do these things for them is their own duty.

After leaving the police station, seeing that it was still early, Song Yuanchao took the bus directly to the No. 2 Middle School where his father was before.

Song Guangzeng's previous teaching of the second middle school is not too far from the place of residence, the bus is half an hour away, this is a district key middle school with junior high school and high school, and it is also Song Yuanchao's alma mater, but it is a pity that Song Yuanchao did not graduate, and there was no possibility of taking the university entrance examination that year, so he went to the northwest.

Standing at the gate of the school, Song Yuanchao recalled the bits and pieces of the year, compared to when he was studying, the appearance of the school has not changed much, and the sound of teachers teaching and students reading aloud from the teaching building is more original than when he left.

It's class time, the big iron door of the school is closed, there is a small door to the left of the big iron door, and inside the small door is the guard room, and the doorman Uncle Liu is sitting inside reading the newspaper.

"Uncle Liu!" Song Yuanchao stepped forward and gently knocked on the window pane.

"Comrade, who are you looking for? What unit are you from? Uncle Liu, the doorman, pushed open a small window, tilted his head and looked up and down at Song Yuanchao, seeing that Song Yuanchao was dressed like a cadre, and his tone was a little polite.

"Uncle Liu, I haven't seen you for a long time, you always smoke." Song Yuanchao smiled and handed over a cigarette first, Uncle Liu hesitated to take the cigarette but was silent, as if waiting for Song Yuanchao to report to his home.

"I am Song Yuanchao, the son of Song Guangzeng and Teacher Song, and I was also a student here before, Uncle Liu, do you remember me?" Song Yuanchao said with a smile, this porter Uncle Liu is the old man of the school, Song Yuanchao doesn't know how many years he has been a porter in the school, anyway, in his memory, Uncle Liu has always been the porter, but the current appearance of Uncle Liu is much older than in Song Yuanchao's memory.

"Song Guangzeng, Teacher Song's son?" Uncle Liu looked at Song Yuanchao, and after half a while, Uncle Liu's serious face suddenly smiled.

"Song Yuanchao! I remember you kid, you often got into trouble at school back then, and Teacher Song wiped your ass a lot. In a blink of an eye, they have become adults, come in and come in. ”

As he spoke, Uncle Liu opened the small door and beckoned Song Yuanchao to enter. Song Yuanchao thanked him and walked into the gatehouse.

"Sit, drink water, freshly brewed tea." Uncle Liu swung a tea jar in front of Song Yuanchao and pulled him to sit down.

Song Yuanchao thanked him, and he didn't dislike that this was Uncle Liu's teapot and took a sip directly, and when he put down the teapot, Uncle Liu had already lit a cigarette and looked at Song Yuanchao with a smile.

"You kid haven't been back for a long time, have you? I remember that you didn't graduate this year, and then many people went to the mountains and the countryside, what about you? ”

"Yes, I went too, to the northwest."

"When did you come back?"

"Just came back yesterday." Hearing Song Yuanchao say, Uncle Liu sighed: "Look at you are black and thin, I guess it's the same." But now it's finally good, the national policy has changed, it's good to be able to come back! ”

Speaking of this, a trace of regret flashed in Uncle Liu's eyes, as if he thought of something, although he was not a teacher but just a teacher, but he had worked in this school for more than 20 years, he was very familiar with Song Guangzeng back then, and he was deeply impressed by Song Guangzeng, a teacher in the war industry.

It's a pity that due to the times, Song Guangzeng died early, and Uncle Liu was powerless at that time.

Thinking of what happened to Song Guangzeng, Uncle Liu shook his head and sighed, but he didn't mention Song Guangzeng, the reason why he was like this was because he didn't want Song Yuanchao to think back to those sad pasts.

chatted with Song Yuanchao about settling in the northwest, and sighed about those difficult days, and then Uncle Liu asked about Song Yuanchao's plans after he returned.

"I just went to the police station today, and I solved the hukou problem first, and the comrades at the police station asked me to wait patiently at home for news." Song Yuanchao told the truth.

"That's right, the hukou is the most important, take advantage of the policy to change and move back quickly, it's hard to say after a long time." Uncle Liu agreed with this, and instructed the Song Dynasty as a person who came over.

"Uncle Liu, the current principal is still Principal Zhou, right?" Song Yuanchao asked.

"That's right, it's still Principal Zhou." Uncle Liu nodded and said, "It's not easy for Principal Zhou, I have been sent back for several years, and my body is not as good as before." Last year, he was asked to continue to serve as the principal, and no matter what, Principal Zhou was also bitter. ”