Back to 80: My Literary Life

"Little sister!"

"elder brother!"

A young officer walked towards Song Tangtang and took the travel bag from her hand. It was Song Yuemin, Song Tangtang’s brother.

"Are you tired from the journey?"

"Not tired."

The two of them walked out of the platform as they spoke.

After leaving the station and getting into a military jeep, Song Yuemin started the car and quickly disappeared into the night.

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and there were very few cars on the street. Song Yuemin said to Song Tangtang, who was sitting in the passenger seat: "Little sister, after you go back, you have a good sleep. You don't have to get up early tomorrow. In the evening, your sister-in-law and I will treat you to dinner. I should give you the wind and wash away the dust."

"No, brother, I have something to do tomorrow, so I have to get up early."

"What are you doing? Looking for your cousin? She went back to Yanjing during the summer vacation."

"No, brother, let me borrow your car for a while." Song Tangtang said.

"Little sister, who do you want to see?"

"Brother, don't worry about it. I won't meet bad people anyway!"

Song Yuemin turned his head and glanced at Song Tangtang suspiciously. Seeing her humming softly, he had a feeling in his heart.

Why is my little sister different this time when she comes back?

Besides, Fang Minghua fought hard at the mahjong table all night, and the battle ended just before dawn.

He won, winning one dollar and fifty cents.

"The winner is in for a treat." Jia Pingwa said with a smile.

All right

The four of them left the family home and went to a snack bar on the street. Each of them had a bowl of spicy soup with meatballs and a steamed bun with cured sauce. The total cost was one yuan and two cents and four taels of food stamps.

Calculating, after working all night, I almost didn’t earn a penny.

Winning money is not important, what’s important is having fun.

But it’s really tiring.

Fang Minghua staggered back to his unit on his bicycle, washed himself briefly, then lay down on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

In his dream, he also dreamed of killing everyone on the mahjong table, and wads of banknotes flew towards him with wings spread, and they were hundreds of dollar bills that did not exist in this era!

Sent!

Fang Minghua was just about to pick him up when he suddenly heard someone calling him and woke up from his dream.

"Brother Minghua, Fang Minghua!"

What came from the door was Zhang Baofu's voice.

What are you shouting about so early in the morning? !

And woke up the sweet dream.

Fang Minghua reluctantly got up from the bed and didn't bother to put on his shirt, put on his big pants, put on his slippers, yawned and went to open the door.

He was stunned when the door opened. Behind Zhang Baofu stood a beautiful girl in military uniform.

Song Tangtang!

"Good morning!" Song Tangtang greeted.

"Morning" Fang Minghua greeted, then he remembered that it seemed indecent that he was still shirtless, and hurriedly said: "Wait a moment."

Run back to your room and put on your navy shirt before inviting the girl in again.

Song Tangtang walked into the room and looked around.

Well, although it's not as good as a military camp dormitory, it's pretty neat.

Of course, there were a lot of books on the bookshelf that caught her eye, so she picked up one at random and started reading.

"Are you coming to Xijing to visit relatives or have a performance?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Visiting relatives."

"When did you come back?"

"last night."

"last night?!"

Seeing Fang Minghua's slightly surprised expression, Song Tangtang felt shy, but on the surface he was generous: "That time at the Forbidden City in Yanjing, I said I would take you for a ride when I come back."

"Okay, wait a moment. I'll wash up and change clothes." Fang Minghua said.

Song Tangtang put the book back on the bookshelf, walked out of the room and came to the small courtyard, admiring several blooming roses planted beside the courtyard.

Fang Minghua washed his face and brushed his teeth, then hurriedly put on a pair of trousers, and then went out with Song Tangtang.

On the way, people from the magazine looked at the two of them curiously. The two walked side by side, and Song Tangtang still looked generous.

After leaving the unit gate, Fang Minghua saw a green jeep with military plates.

He remembered that during the Chinese New Year the year before last, Song Tangtang came to the guard room to pick up the drunk Zhao Hongjun, and he drove this car.

The two got into the car, and Song Tangtang asked again: "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"After eating, I fell asleep for a while." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"I've eaten too, so where are we going?"

"How about leaving the city first?"

"Okay, let's go to Louguantai. It's cooler in summer."

Song Tangtang drove south out of Yongningmen and finally got on National Highway 108 toward Qinling.

She drove relatively slowly in the city, but as soon as she got on the national highway and the number of vehicles decreased, her speed suddenly increased and she drove southward like lightning.

"Slow down." Fang Minghua was a little worried.

Looking at the dashboard it was already over 120 yards.

"Don't worry, I'm in southern Xinjiang, and all the big Jiefang trucks have been driving through the bumpy and winding mountains." The girl smiled and said, "I'm paying attention."

Fortunately, there were not many vehicles these days, and there were even fewer on the national highways, so Fang Minghua gradually felt relieved.

Song Tangtang was driving the car, her hair flying in the morning breeze. Fang Minghua turned his head slightly and looked sideways, with bright eyes and white teeth, and he felt very much like the heroine of that movie.

But I can't remember.

Leaning on the back of the chair, the cool summer breeze felt particularly comfortable on his face, and he slowly fell into sleep.

Song Tangtang was in a good mood, humming a song while driving, and suddenly noticed that Fang Minghua in the passenger seat seemed to be motionless. When she turned around, she found that he had fallen asleep leaning against the back of the seat with his neck crooked!

This guy.

Song Tangtang slowed down and drove slowly on the national highway.

Louguantai is at the northern foot of Zhongnan Mountain, the birthplace of Taoist culture. The biggest advantage here is that it is very cool in summer. Song Tangtang drove the car to the bottom of the mountain, and Fang Minghua woke up at this time.

"Are we here?" Fang Minghua opened his eyes, looked around, and followed Song Tangtang out of the car.

"Did you stay up late last night writing?" Song Tangtang asked.

It's a bit embarrassing.

However, Fang Minghua still answered truthfully: "No, I played mahjong all night with Lu Yao and Jia Pingwa."

"ah?"

"I can't help it, I have to." Fang Minghua briefly talked about setting up a literary club last night, and then ended up playing mahjong all night.

"I didn't expect that several of their great writers would be like this." Song Tangtang was a little surprised.

"Writers are also human beings, and they all have their own emotions and worries." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Then what worries you?" The girl tilted her head and looked at him.

"not yet."

"Well neither did I!"

"But you are more dangerous in southern Xinjiang."

"A little bit, are you worried?"

"right."

Song Tangtang was silent for a while and did not say any more.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the Sutra Tower in front of Lou Guan Terrace," Song Tangtang said, pointing to a building halfway up the mountain.

The Louguantai in the 1980s has not changed much from that of later generations, especially the core buildings, the sutra exposition platform and the "Blessed Land Cave".

While shopping around Song Tangtang, I introduced it to Fang Minghua.

For a whole day, Song Tangtang drove Fang Minghua for a long walk along the foothills of the Qinling Mountains. They did not return to Xijing until sunset.

"Let's go shopping in the city tomorrow. I won't drive." Song Tangtang said as he walked Fang Minghua to the door of the magazine.

Why.

No matter how much girls don't like red makeup and prefer armed weapons, they all like to go shopping.

However, he failed to do so the next day. Someone came to see him early in the morning.

Thanks to the ugly fat man and the fainted bird of paradise for the tip.