Qian Duoduo and Fu Junmo finished their meal and packed up the remaining duck meat.

"Where to now?"

"Let's go see my shop first, and then go see your parents?" Qian Duoduo thought for a moment and said, "Will they be unhappy if we go see them in the afternoon?"

A sophisticated person would not like to be visited by strangers in the afternoon.

But since he's here, if I didn't visit him in the morning and don't go over in the afternoon, will he be unhappy?

The relationship between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was not very close to begin with, and she didn't want to create another rift because of a small matter.

Fu Junmo: "It doesn't matter."

Qian Duoduo nodded, and the two got in the car. Qian Duoduo used her bag to take out the property certificate and asked Fu Junmo to go there according to the address.

The scenery along the way made Qian Duoduo feel deeply moved.

She leaned against the car window, watching the scenery slowly receding, and in her mind slowly compared it with Beijing decades later.

It seems that the capital city is now full of joy.

In the streets and alleys, there were children running around. Some were riding bicycles and pulling carts to collect scrap, some were carrying shoulder poles and shouting to sell food. She also saw people snatching clothes at the alley entrance.

All in all, full of laughter.

In later generations, the country developed and prospered, with tall buildings, spacious streets, a wide variety of shops, and people dressed in bright and beautiful clothes. However, there was no longer the laughter of children on the streets. They were all swept away by their parents to various training institutions and cram schools, and were busier than nine-to-five office workers. Few neighbors knew each other, and even if they knew where each other lived, they would just nod and smile when they met. There was no neighborly affection, only car exhaust, congested roads, non-stop footsteps, and endless work.

Now, it is full of vitality.

At the entrance of the alley, grandpas and aunts were laughing and chatting, children were running and playing, and waves of smiling faces were riding bicycles to work.

Even though Beijing is busy and bustling these days, it is still very happy and comfortable, right?

Qian Duoduo thought so.

"Number 36, this should be it."

With a 'squeak', the car stopped and Fu Junmo interrupted Qian Duoduo's thoughts.

Qian Duoduo looked at the quaint shop in front of him and admired it for a long time before opening the car door and jumping out.

Yiheyuan Subdistrict Office.

A silver metal plaque hangs on the right side of the door.

"It looks okay. Let's go in and take a look."

Fu Junmo looked up at the house and was surprised that Qian Duoduo could actually buy it. "This used to be a private shop. After the revolution, it was handed over to the state and turned into a street office."

Qian Duoduo took out the key and opened the door, saying, "The state should have returned the house to its owner."

The door opened and the room was empty, without even a table or a stool. There was a layer of dust on the floor and a few pieces of paper floating around. There were also a few slogans and plastic paintings hanging on the walls of the room, and the wall paint was a little yellowed.

The two of them went upstairs. The wooden stairs creaked as they stepped on them.

The upstairs had been renovated and divided into several offices, but when these people moved in, they moved very carefully and nothing was left inside, save for demolishing the walls.

It saves her the trouble of cleaning.

There is a thatched hut in the backyard, a well in the yard, and an apricot tree.

The apricot blossoms had just fallen, and the lush green leaves had already spread out, becoming the only eye-catching sight in the deserted yard.

"Beijing is just warmer than Inner Mongolia, and the leaves are so green."

The willows and poplars on the street have turned green, but the snow on the mountain in their village has not melted yet, and the trees are still withered and yellow. Only the tenacious green grass on the hillside has a hint of green.

"Do you like it? To Beijing."

Qian Duoduo turned around, leaned against the wall and said with a smile: "It's the capital, who doesn't like it?"

"By the way, Jun Mo, I see this house is an old building. My father and my third uncle don't have the carpentry skills to repair it. Do you know anyone who can do this? I want to repair it inside and out. My father and my third uncle can be responsible for making some tables and chairs."

"Also, where can I buy wood?"

"Okay, I'll contact the person."

Qian Duoduo smiled and walked forward to hug his waist, "Well, husband, thank you. You are so busy as a teacher, and you still have to take care of all these things for me. I feel embarrassed."

Fu Junmo: "Don't say that again. I'm your man. If you don't use me, who will you use?"

"Okay, let's go out and take a look. Peking University is right next to us. There are also several other universities and research institutes nearby. Let's go take a look."

"good."

A famous school is a famous school, and it is always shocking no matter when you see it.

Although standing at the door, Qian Duoduo seemed to be able to feel the power of the vast knowledge. Everyone who entered and exited the school gate looked so tall and noble, as if glowing.

Her eyes sparkled as she stared enviously at everyone who came in and out, admiring every detail of the gate and wall of Peking University.

The vermilion gate, the pillars that require two people to hug, and the upright figures of the sentries standing guard are the same as those in later generations, yet different.

In her previous life, after finishing the college entrance examination, she just visited Peking University like a tourist and never had the intention to study there.

Maybe he knew he couldn't get in, so he didn't dare to hope for it.

In this life, at this moment, she is looking forward to it, looking forward to it fervently.

I don’t know how long I stood in front of the Peking University gate before Qian Duoduo was pulled away by Fu Junmo.

"Want to go?"

Qian Duoduo chuckled and said, "I do want to, but I'm not sure if I can pass the exam."

This year is 1981. Unlike the first time the college entrance examination was resumed in 1977, not only are the questions simple, but the knowledge of all candidates varies greatly. If you try hard, there is hope.

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