In the spring of 1972, on a train heading to the Great Northern Wilderness for re-education, Chu Miaohong quietly tossed an old envelope into the wind. Far away in the year 2024, Zhang Hongcheng co...
In the 1970s and 1980s, bicycles were the best means of transportation in Beijing.
But if he wants to travel across districts, many people advise Zhang Hongcheng to take the bus.
Zhang Hongcheng is of course a man who listens to advice, and the only thing that can influence his judgment in such matters is the encouragement of his wife.
Zhang Hongcheng rested four times along the way while riding from Haidian to Xicheng.
It was indeed tiring, but both of them enjoyed it.
After riding for a distance, the two got off and took turns pushing the bike, chatting and laughing as they walked forward.
When they came across a park, they stopped in tacit understanding and sat for a while and walked around.
The only thing that makes Chu Miaohong feel helpless is that her lover always likes to take her to deserted places in the park...
It feels... pretty good.
Their target today is Caijia Hutong in Dashilan, Qianmen, Xicheng District.
Qi Doudou and his family live here.
There are several billboards at the entrance of the alley, and seven or eight young people wearing white vests and half-worn sailor shirts are standing in front of the billboards.
The bulletin board does not contain newspapers or street posters, but stickers of various colors with calligraphy on them.
From a distance, you can tell that this was put there by someone else.
Zhang Hongcheng curiously pulled Chu Miaohong over to take a look, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
He didn't expect that in this era, the street communities in Beijing could be so fun.
He originally thought that forums where people could complain about things that went off topic only appeared after the development of the Internet and computers.
I didn’t expect that the street would specifically clear out the bulletin board for students who failed the college entrance examination to vent their complaints.
In the upper right corner is a notice posted on the street, which is equivalent to the rules.
"You can't name names, you can't use uncivilized language, you can't criticize the government..."
Last item: The daily administrators of this bulletin board are teachers from nearby middle schools and primary schools.
The moderator’s subtext: You little bastards, we all know your handwriting, so learn from your mistakes!
Zhang Hongcheng's eyes turned to the most eye-catching article on the bulletin board.
The title is "Letter of Determination", and the words are written in a flowing and penetrating manner. It is obvious that it was not written casually for one's parents to read.
The article repeatedly vowed that he would study hard this year, quit playing poker, quit wandering around, and even... he even had to quit dating.
Is this guy making a declaration to prepare for the exam, or is he trying to avoid the pressure from his family to get married?
There are quite a few replies at the end of the article.
"Zhang Lao Er is so generous! He said no blind date, then no blind date~!"
"Don't make such a fuss. He just quit playing poker and is concentrating on studying. He's still over 50 points short of the technical secondary school admission line this year. Who knows how many points he was short at the end of last year?"
"Last year, we were 38 points behind. The extent of this improvement is a bit confusing."
Chu Miaohong smiled and pulled Zhang Hongcheng, asking him to read another article.
"Study hard for the Four Modernizations. Listen up, Wang Dahai next door. This year, your neighbor Li Xiaobing has quit playing with you. Don't come play with me anymore!!!"
The most eye-catching line in the reply.
"Sorry, Brother Hai, I'm dating someone, so I don't want to play with you."
There are also some very literary posts.
"Seven points difference, I'm thinking about it (I secretly think), next year I will definitely be on the list!"
The reply was crossed out, but the handwriting is still clearly visible.
"One point difference, brother, you are wrong. Next time, it should be me."
Well, there are quite a few cultural celebrities in Beijing.
Just then, a guy came to reply with a stinky brush and a sly smile.
The original post was "The answer to the second history quiz turned out to be this"
This person's reply is quite interesting.
"No, the examiner's answer is wrong. Your answer is the official history. The Western Han Dynasty beat the Eastern Han Dynasty. I saw it with my own eyes!"
Zhang Hongcheng also became interested and borrowed this guy's stinky brush to leave four words under several posts.
[On the top floor].
......
Qi Doudou's family lives in a mixed-residence courtyard.
The courtyard corridors and yards are full of illegal buildings.
The two of them were like walking in a maze, and finally they found Qi Dou Dou's home after asking an old lady.
Although it was obvious that Qi Doudou had just washed her face vigorously, her red eyes and peach-like eyelids told Zhang Hongcheng and the others that she had been crying.
Chu Miaohong didn't understand, but Zhang Hongcheng had already guessed that the result of the factory entrance examination might have been announced.
Qi Doudou's mother's eyes were also red. She was extremely polite and nervous when facing Zhang Hongcheng and the other man who came uninvited.
"Teacher Xiao Zhang, can you really let Doudou go to Minda's cram school?"
"Don't call me teacher. I'm just a freshman. I just run errands for the cram school teachers."
"In fact, the two science classes and one arts class at the cram school are already full."
Zhang Hongcheng talked eloquently, causing the mood of Qi Doudou and his family of three to fluctuate.
Chu Miaohong sat aside with a teacup in hand, silently watching Zhang Hongcheng fooling around here.
Before coming here, Zhang Hongcheng had talked nonsense to her, saying that Qi Doudou had the potential to be the top scholar.
She believed that this big-headed ghost could tell fortunes...
"But it just so happens that Qi Doudou's name is so easy to remember."
"I happened to pass by the flour mill yesterday and saw the factory exam results posted there."
"Although I don't understand why Qi Doudou was not accepted in the end, I am very curious about the fact that she scored so high in Chinese and history."
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