Bai Fumei in the ’70s Chapter 122
Translated by Serena Love
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Chapter 122
At this time, the rights of people's portrait rights have not been so profound. He Songbai found his photo in the photo studio, and all he needed to do was spend twice the price to buy it.
Fortunately, the manager was still the manager of that year and has not changed.
He asked people to take down the pictures on the wall and only charge the original price.
He asked He Songbai jokingly, "What about that girl? Is she your wife now?"
He Songbai responded vaguely, afraid that he would ask more. After taking the photo, he carefully put it into his arms and was soon greeted by the cold wind.
The first snow in winter has arrived.
He Songbai opened his umbrella and walked slowly.
He finally reached a place where no one knew him and then took out the photo to take a closer look. His fingertips touched the yellowing photo. She was immature and beautiful in the photo, wearing a white shirt and almost dazzling with pale skin. She picked up the flowers on the ground and sniffed, striking at He Songbai's heart, making it felt sour and bitter...
It was 1976 when the photo was taken, and it is now the winter of 1980. At that time, he was still a poor boy, and her smile was so clear. Time had passed too fast, and four years had passed in a blink of an eye.
Snow fluttered to his eyelashes and was melted into vapor by the heat he exhaled.
Who knows who was playing a record on the street. "Why is the spring breeze blowing slowly."
"Why the autumn rain hits the treetops."
He touched the photo again. The couple in the photo gradually faded into another picture.
The woman who smelled the fragrant flowers under the hibiscus tree disappeared, leaving only a young, serious young man.
He Songbai rubbed his eyes and rubbed it hard with his fingertips.
"Oh... Boss He, get in the car!"
"I was really neglected in entertaining you and did not send you back to the hotel!"
Old Jin, the S City Sanitary Ware Company manager who had just discussed business with him, stopped the car and called He Songbai into the car.
Old Jin pressed the pause button of the radio and changed the song.
"Green grass, endless white mist."
"A beautiful woman on the other side of the water."
The long and graceful singing came from the radio, very quiet and beautiful. The singing voice seems to have been touched by the spring rain, smooth and ethereal, like the cool breeze of winter, refreshing.
This familiar melody made He Songbai immersed in the changes in the photos.
The song once floated in the valley near Hezi village countless times. When he first heard the song, Zhao Lanxiang just discovered that he went to the pig farm to work and she shed heartfelt tears. On their way back to the county town after delivering the pork, she sang it over and over again behind him on the bicycle.
Now when he listened to it again, He Songbai seems to smell the scent of the mountain after rain.
He said, "This song is nice."
Old Jin is a music enthusiast. When he heard He Songbai's praise, his face glowed with glorious excitement.
He said, "Teresa Teng's song has a different feeling."
"Did you listen to this album for the first time? It was just released this spring. I thought people would already have ears cocoon listening to this..."
He Songbai heard this sentence and paused for a long time.
He asked, "This song... just released this spring?"
Lao Jin patted his chest and said, "Don't look at me as a rude man without culture, but I just like this one. Do you recognize Teresa Teng? She is a singer from the other side of the strait. Her songs were all banned before. We were not allowed to listen. What's it called, ah... the sound of obsession..."
"Hhhh. Fortunately, now the times are different."
Old Jin talked to himself about the release of "Across the Water," He turned his head inadvertently and saw the man's red eyes in the back seat.
He silently parked the car on the side of the road, "Why... are you crying?"
It was the first time for Old Jin to meet a person who shed tears from Teresa Teng's song, and a person is also a man. It was the first time for him to encounter such a rare event.
He opened the car window and smoked a cigarette.
Under the smoke lingering in the car, he glanced at the picture held in the young man's hand.
He said, "She looks pretty. Who is she to you?"
He Songbai said, "Sorry, I am leaving here tomorrow. I will let my partner talk with you in detail for the next steps."
Old Jin asked, "Where are you going?"
"Find her."
Lao Jin smiled with tolerance, and he said, "Go. She is the only one, but there are thousands of business orders..."
"No wonder listening to a song can still make him cry!"
Old Jin watched the young man get off and returned to the hotel.
...
After He Songbai returned to the hotel, he did not take a rest but instead bought a vinyl record released by Teresa Teng in the spring of 1980 and borrowed the only gramophone in the hotel. In the meantime, he also heard about the life story of this female singer.
He lit a table lamp in the dark dusk and listened quietly to the beautiful and long songs on the gramophone.
The gramophone played one song after another, but he kept rewinding the record and only listening to that one.
As long as it is in circulation on the market, He Songbai bought it all. He completed listening to all the songs of Teresa Teng overnight.
"I would like to go up against the current and snuggle beside her."
In the green mountains after the rain, the singing voice of the woman's pure spirit is rippling. At that time, he thought about it in his heart silently, and he agreed.
"There is a dangerous beach up in front of me. The road is far and long."
On the muddy sheep path, he secretly decided that although he was poor, no matter how long the road ahead, he would work hard to get her, unlike the useless man in the song.
Song after song, the lyric lingers and lingers.
"You gave me joy and sweetness."
When she sang, he happened to be eating fried buns, with salty leek stuffing. However, he felt that it was so sweet, just like her, who is so so warm and sticky, so sweet that it made people tremble.
"Time will never come back, leaving infinite memories."
At that time, after another sharp turn, she asked him to sing the folk song of "good brother and sister," but he didn't answer. At that time, he thought: What sort of 'good brothers and sisters' song can he sing to his fiancee? Before long, she will be his wife.
"Seeing the moon reminds me of your love."
He Songbai felt that he should not listen to these songs. He felt as if he were abused. This one song fell to his heart. Now looking up at the moon outside the window, he felt that it must be hard for him to sleep tonight.
After he finished listening to these songs, the black-and-white photo of the smiling girl became clearer. She snuggled beside him and bowed her head to sniff the flowers.
In the early morning, He Songbai, who had not slept all night, packed his bags and rushed to the earliest flight.
...
In 1980, G City.
After people practiced free trade, many people in the G city independently start their own businesses. The factory buildings move away from the urban area, and nearly a thousand wholesale markets are formed spontaneously.
In her own factory, Zhao Lanxiang taught the female workers how to make clothes hand-to-hand. Nearly a hundred sewing machines rang at the same moment. The bobbin on the sewing machine kept spinning. The cotton thread melted into every piece of cloth with the jumping needle in.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and said with satisfaction, "At the end of the month, if we rush to finish this task, the salary will be increased by 20%!"
The workshop management heard the news and used the speaker to spread the news repeatedly. The female workers in the workshop were more energetic, and the bollards turned faster and faster.
Zhao Lanxiang walked out of the factory faithfully, and Zhao Yongqing patted the girl's hand privately.
"Go back to dinner! You don't want to study in a good university, but come here to endure hardship."
Zhao Yongqing has resigned from the iron rice bowl job that everyone envied and went to sea to do business. But this garment factory is his daughter's industry. He only helped with printing, dyeing, and sales.
Zhao Lanxiang said with a smirk, "No, I have to go to the store to see if Tiezhu has stabilized. I am not at ease."
Zhao Yongqing handed her lunch from Feng Lian and forced her to finish the meal before letting go.
Zhao Lanxiang came to her restaurant. The newly opened restaurant is called "Song Lan." The shop did not use the popular eye-catching poster advertisements. It used antique decoration and did not put any popular songs.
Very classical and peaceful. Such a cold and quiet, but did not force its customers.
It is still full every day, although the price is higher than the market price, the food is delicious and attractive. Whether it is a snack food full of folk flavors, or a famous dim sum full of Chinese history, Songlan has it there. The scent from the back kitchen can hook all the worms in the stomach of the people.
Zhao Lanxiang walked to the kitchen. Tiezhu was wearing a white uniform and was awkward but patiently learning the knifeman.
He was very happy to see Zhao Lanxiang, "I followed the master today and learned another dish!"
Liang Tiezhu came to Zhao Lanxiang as early as two years ago. At that time, he planned to come to the G city to see the world and discuss business. Nested in a small county town can no longer satisfy him. He needs to find new jobs. Now, he has followed Zhao Lanxiang for two years to learn basic skills, and this year, he officially worshiped her as a teacher to learn her craftsmanship.
Liang Tiezhu smiled happily and handed a thin slice of white radish to Zhao Lanxiang.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at this piece of radish disk and affirmed his achievements. "After practicing your basic skills for three more years, you can officially enter the kitchen."
It happened to be lunchtime. Liang Tiezhu made four dishes and one soup by himself and invited several master chefs to eat together with Zhao Lanxiang.
Zhao Lanxiang gently rejected his intentions, "I had eaten. I came here today to see the bill."
Liang Tiezhu gave her the "Song Lan" monthly account form and handed her the bank deposit certificate. Zhao Lanxiang looked at the figures, and the stone in her heart fell.
She said, "This shop has finally started to make a profit. If we lose money again, this store will close."
Liang Tiezhu was not embarrassed to say that Zhao Lanxiang was too bold. At first, she renovated this shop from the inside out, carefully from the floor to the water cups. She was all poor, and she still owes a loan to the bank. If he hadn't been hit on the face by her often before, he would be numb.
It took tens of thousands of dollars to open a shop, but Zhao Lanxiang dared to take risks. Facts have proved that the growing standard of living of the people is far from being comparable to a few years ago. Song Lan quickly rose up in the catering industry in G City and became a representative of the style.
Liang Tiezhu said, "In a few days, I will take my wife to City G. Have you seen her? On that day, I will lead her to give you a glance before you have to give her lucky money!"
Zhao Lanxiang closed the books with a smile, and she said, "Okay."
With joy, Liang Tiezhu couldn't help but talk quickly. He said, "In the past few years, Li Zhong also persuaded me to go to City B, but it will not happen. I was thinking about the northerners eating noodles and dry cakes. Our rice is fragrant and soft, and the rice noodles are crisp and cool. Why would you took an old man away from the village to go to the capital?"
"Might as well come to G city. Eat well and live well. Save another year's money, and we can buy a house here at the end of the year, and then I will be happy with my mother!"
As soon as he was happy, his Hezi village's accent came out, which somewhat reminded Zhao Lanxiang of her memories.
Why did Li Zhong go to City B? Liang Tiezhu and Zhao Lanxiang knew the reason. Liang Tiezhu changed the subject very sensitively and then talked about the house.
He himself sighed silently in his heart. Major Jiang did not come to haunt her. Why did she still...
When Song Lan was first established, that man was so angry that he had taken down all the signs and threw them away.
Zhao Lanxiang said with a smile, "If you don't have enough money, I will lend you first."
Liang Tiezhu smiled and shook his head and refused, "I can make it myself! Now my food and accommodation are all covered by the company. All my wages can be saved, and I can buy a house by the end of the year!"
The company that Liang Tiezhu talked about is actually the holding company jointly opened by Zhao Lanxiang and Zhao Yongqing, which includes the catering, clothing, and entertainment industries. It sounds very powerful, but the total number of employees is not more than hundreds, only for one restaurant and three factories. However, although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. Their company has been supported by the local government and has been giving a green light all the way. Even this year, it has cooperated with foreign investors and negotiated several orders.
Coastal cities have natural advantages in terms of trade. Especially after opening national borders and foreign trade, factories in G City have sprung up and have risen rapidly.
Zhao Lanxiang nodded when she heard the words. She picked up her coat, put on her coat, put on her hat to face the cold wind, and walked home.
There are still pop songs on the street, and the obsessive voice is fascinating. When she got home, she took out the key and hummed a few words of the song.
"I would like to go down the river and find her direction."
"But it seems that she is in the middle of the water."
The house was bought by her not long ago-not far from the university so that she could settle down. When Zhao Lanxiang was a freshman, she chose a design major she was familiar with. The content was all learned before, and the coursework was very easy. The school's teachers also supported her self-employment, and all her leaves were basically approved.
She inserted her key into the keyhole, there is a slight sound of the lock turning, and she pushed open the door. As she turned and closed the door, her eyes suddenly froze.
The key in her hand fell to the ground while the beautiful and ethereal female voice on the street was still rippling.
"There is a beautiful woman~on the waterside~."
The man was wearing a black trench coat with a strong spirit and a cool temperament. His dark eyes are like cold lakes; the depth is invisible. At the moment she closed the door, there was a little ripple.
He stretched a leg to block the closed door and pushed her shoulder into the room quickly. His rough thumb rested on her shoulder coolly, made her feel a numb and electrifying feeling.
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Zhao Lanxiang frowned.
He Songbai closed the door with a bang. His slightly raised lip line was so sexy and kissable, but he squeezed himself and pulled off a menacing arc.
He asked, "You sang a song released in 1980 in 1976?"
"In 1976, you knew that speculation was not embarrassing and let me endure for a few years?"
"You knew you had to take the college entrance examination in the spring of 77?"
"The unexpected encounter of my elder sister in 1978, how did you guess right away?"
"Why were you so curious about Granny?"
"Why did you live in my house?"
"Why were you so good to me?"
"Why me?"
He asked each question more fiercely than one before. He pressed her shoulders with both hands. His eyes were red, and his teeth were clenched. The cruelty that burst out of his eyes was like a lone wolf. As if she answered one wrong, and in the next second, he can open his mouth and bite her bone.
That's right, He Songbai's eyes are full of aggression.
His unwillingness and anger, suppressed for two years, all broke out this year.
He finally asked, "What is your relationship with Jiang Jianjun?"
Zhao Lanxiang lowered her head and smiled, "It doesn't matter."
"What's your relationship?"
"I--say, it doesn't matter."
After he froze for a moment, he released his hands and took off his sweaty coat.
Zhao Lanxiang poured him a glass of honeyed water. She leaned over while twirling her thumb. The gramophone continued to play, and the voice of obsession that belonged to this era rippled in the room.
"Green grass--white mist--"
He Songbai stared at the photograph in his hands, and his thin lips pursed again.
He said, "The Cowherd secretly hid The Weaver's clothes in order to retain her."
He walked towards her step by step and hugged her in his arms, "I was thinking, if back then I ruthlessly took your chastity, would you still follow him?"
He Songbai bowed his head and bit her lip. The violent emotions accumulated day and night, like the flood, broke out at this moment.
He pressed hard, almost like rubbing her into his flesh, so they would never separate again.
Zhao Lanxiang hugged his tight muscles. Her thumb explored to take off his clothes. She blinked and sighed at him.
"You can take it this time."
This sentence seemed to engulf He Songbai's intellect, like a spring rain pouring into sleepless nights, he suddenly became a dragon and a tiger. As if his stimulated blood has flow backward.
He tasted her lips vaguely, kissed her on the sofa, kissed her at the table, put her neat hair down. He kissed her, and his hands darted into her dress. His thumb was pinching her beautiful softness. In the end, he couldn't help but carry her into the only bed in the room. He kissed slowly from her lips, spread to the neck, and unfastened her clothes with her teeth. His aggressiveness seemed to confide his anger and grievances of the past few years.
He yanked off the sweater on her body, biting her snow-white buttermilk through a thin bra, and buried his face in her warm chest.
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but groan.
He Songbai quickly took off his own clothes, and his skin was so close to her skin. His body temperature was so hot that it made the woman's cheeks pink. She couldn't stop trembling.
He sighed deeply and imprinted cherry red traces on her skin, which is as white as a white pear.
"I wanted to do this, thousands of times."
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He held his hard object and slowly penetrated into her body. Her soft and watery body wrapped him, and his spine was stimulated as if a crackling electrical current hit him. He pressed and kissed her, sucking her tears from the pain, coaxed her to let her relax and not to bite him too tightly.
He Songbai slowly moved as he adjusted to his invasion.
...
From the moon and star to the rise of the early sun, the room is full of spring.
The alarm sounded at seven o'clock in the morning. He Songbai opened his sleepy eyes, stretched out his iron-like arm from the warm bed, and drank the honey water that he did not drink yesterday.
He kissed his partner's eyes, "You are my woman."
"And I am your man."
He threw the glass heavily on the table and said loudly like an oath, "At that time I said, if you endured a year, I would be your man!"
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[T/N: The song playing in this chapter is "Across the Water" by Teresa Teng, published in 1980. Zhao Lanxiang sang it back in 1976 (Chapter 41)]
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