A rainy day in Beijing.
Zhang Hongcheng and Chu Miaohong squatted under a roof, checking each other's wet spots.
There are so few houses with eaves in the north that the two of them ran for nearly a mile before they found one.
In a populous city, rainy days are not a good time to travel.
There are always traces of people's lives floating in the puddles, along with a faint unpleasant smell.
This made Zhang Hongcheng start to miss the time when he and Jian Yong, Chen Beilei and others dared to run in the rain.
On rainy days in the county town, every puddle is so clear and lovely, reflecting the misty rainy day and rhythmic ripples.
Eaves can be seen everywhere in the rain, and the owners of the eaves often clean the small world under the eaves just to make it easier for pedestrians to shelter from the rain.
What enters the nose is also the clear water vapor and the purest fragrance of earth.
"Rainy days in Jiangnan at this time of year are foggy," Chu Miaohong skillfully brushed away the mischievous hand that tried to lend it to her to wipe her clothes. "An oil-paper umbrella can take you a long way in the rain."
Zhang Hongcheng glanced at the sky tactfully.
"After April, the rain in southern Hunan is like a married woman."
"Um?"
"Gone is the immaturity, now it's all fierceness."
Chu Miaohong chuckled and was too lazy to pinch him.
Recently, the two of them often go to the China Dance Academy to do business, especially after this guy got those so-called soft advertisements, he often gestures at the girls' figures.
Facts have proven that no matter how beautiful a person is, her outward mood has nothing to do with her intelligence.
Even when she went back to Prince Gong's mansion to cook, Miss Chu would either forget to add oil, or put in too much salt, or mix several kinds of sauces together, leaving only one seasoning that was never wrong.
Zhang Hongcheng never thought that he would pass the test so easily, so he simply hugged his wife and looked at a large puddle not far away.
The large puddle, which was half a garbage pool, looked particularly cute in Zhang Hongcheng's eyes.
Chu Miaohong was a little puzzled. Why did Zhang Hongcheng and Shang Yiming like this place?
There are still many unowned plots of land in Haidian, but her husband chose to live in the most chaotic area of Huoqiying.
Looking at the crooked illegal buildings around, Chu Miaohong couldn't help but worry that the people here might not be so easy to negotiate with.
Through Shang Yiming's connections and Zhang Hongcheng's unknown information channels, it has been confirmed that the municipal government is preparing for commercial housing development attempts.
Although it was led by several state-owned enterprises, Zhang Hongcheng and his team found a place to start through their business connections.
A small part of the temporary resettlement housing project for the relocation of residents in commercial housing development communities.
There is a big puddle in front of us that no one cares about, and no one knows what good things are hidden in it.
Although there is a huge amount of garbage and there are bones left over from before the liberation, the team from the Beijing Museum stayed here for a full half month during the renovation in 1985...
The more Zhang Hongcheng looked at it, the more beautiful it seemed to him.
“The Indigo Factory is such a great place!”
Chu Miaohong let him hug her tighter and tighter, probably guessing that there might be a treasure in the puddle.
Seeing that his wife's arrogance had subsided, Zhang Hongcheng felt relieved and hummed a song happily.
"The peach leaves are so pointed, and the willow leaves cover the sky..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, an old man from some unknown yard immediately followed him.
"...Listen carefully to what I have to say. This incident happened at the Jingxi Indigo Factory. In the firearms battalion at the Indigo Factory, there was a man named Song Lao San..."
Compared to Zhang Hongcheng's hoarse voice, the old man's singing of "Love" has a Beijing flavor. Chu Miaohong covered her husband's mouth with a smile and listened carefully to the old man singing the whole "Tan Qingshui River".
The tone is very cheerful, but the ending of the story is very sad. When Chu Miaohong was pulled away by Zhang Hongcheng, her eyes were red.
In the drizzle that had subsided, in the old alleys of the old capital, the old man's humming gradually faded away.
"...What a passionate couple, they both jumped into the river..."
Beijing, where the country's elites gather, has never lacked geniuses and protagonists of the times.
Before the May Fourth Youth Day in 1979, at the end of April in mid-spring.
The selection of outstanding young college students in Beijing has been announced in advance.
The commendation ceremony was held neither at Yanda nor at Shuimu.
Only Minzu University is qualified to host a conference of this level.
In a few years, a Youth Politics Academy will be added to the list of venues eligible for this conference.
Min Da Auditorium.
Thousands of outstanding college students gathered together, each with their hands on their knees and their postures upright.
Zhang Hongcheng sat in the area of Minzu University student representatives, and every inch of his skin and flesh was in an inexplicable state.
From the moment he stepped into the venue, he inexplicably entered a strange mental state.
The capital has gathered heroes from all over the world. All the outstanding young people present here wear the axe and sickle badge on their chests. They will undoubtedly be the backbone of the next 1980s and 1990s.
They will shoulder the responsibilities and expectations entrusted to them by the entire country and nation.
In other words, if a fire breaks out in this conference hall, it will be an unbearable pain for the entire China.
This group of young people is the true generation of New China, who have been filled with red genes since they were fertilized.
The best of the best of the old three classes.
The moment he stepped into the venue, Zhang Hongcheng finally realized that his life had completely entered a different level.
The heavy sense of historical mission made Zhang Hongcheng, a guy who has always been quick-witted, feel suffocated for a while.
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