Chapter 153 Chapter 153 Looks like a human, but does nothing to anyone...
There is an old Chinese saying that goes, "Now that you've been called, how can you just leave like that?"
It's a zoo that is free to enter, and you didn't pay a penny, but it's such a shame to just go there for nothing.
After saying goodbye to Jinhua, Niu Hai left early because of something urgent. Song Ruan looked at Zhang Long who was rubbing his hands together, and understood the tacit intention from each other's shifty eyes as if looking in a mirror.
hey-hey.
You're here now.
The two of them strolled around the zoo.
It was working time and not a festival, so there were very few people in the zoo. Song Ruan and Zhang Long enjoyed the treatment of having the whole zoo to themselves in the 1970s.
Even though the material conditions were relatively scarce in that era, it was the capital's zoo after all, so it had everything that was necessary.
Today is a rare sunny day in winter. The animals were all lying outside basking in the sun, looking lazy. When they saw Song Ruan lying outside the venue watching them, they half-opened their eyelids and raised them, showing no intention of welcoming a guest.
Are you here to see them again? Okay, that's enough, leave as soon as you're done reading, you're just disturbing their sleep.
These two-legged animals seem to have nothing to do every day, wandering around in groups in front of them. Do they have people to scoop up their shit and feed them every day so they don't have to hunt?
Song Ruan walked through the cages of these animals.
The leaders and staff of this zoo must be nice people, as can be seen from the size of these animals.
That monkey that jumps up and down and looks full of energy, and can attack the enemy's headquarters with a bomb, no, it's a macaque. Look at the wolf with garlic hair, fat head, big ears and cute eyes, and then look at the fox dog that is swollen like a gas tank...
Well, the love of all the two-legged creatures is spreading wildly towards the animals.
After all, Song Ruan came from the future of the information explosion. Although he had never actually seen it, he had watched many short videos and pictures, so he still had some idea in his mind. Therefore, he could still hold on at this moment. But Zhang Long was different.
Although he is a truck driver, he has traveled all over the country over the years. However, there is a time limit for transporting goods, and there is no time to travel. Even if there is free time, people usually go to the black market or fellow villagers' homes to secretly trade in "something" and earn a little extra money. Who would have the time to go to a place like the zoo?
This is also his first time to visit the zoo.
It was just like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, where everything was new and strange, yet she was afraid of showing weakness - farmers these days would always be extra careful and cautious in front of workers, or outsiders in the capital, for fear of showing weakness and being laughed at. It was essentially a mentality of admiration, and they unconsciously put themselves lower.
Then it is like when Daiyu first enters the Rongguo Mansion, she is careful with every step and pays attention all the time. A burly man with a strong build and strong arms, on one hand, obviously wants to look around in admiration, but on the other hand, he suppresses his movements and tries to make his steps light, as if he is afraid of damaging the floor tiles... In general, the feeling of stealing is very strong.
When Zhang Long once again retracted his hands and thought he was calm, but in fact he was sneakily looking at the giant panda cub in the garden, Song Ruan couldn't help but say, "Brother Zhang, relax a little."
Didn’t you notice that the staff next to you were looking at you warily, as if they thought you were trying to steal the venue?
It seemed as if we were not here to see the pandas, but actually to steal them.
Zhang Long chuckled a few times, put down his locked hands and put them in his wide pockets.
Song Ruan noticed that the staff next to him looked more alert, leaning forward slightly, as if they were going to rush out to the security department if Zhang Long did something wrong.
Song Ruan: ...
Forget it, the innocent will be cleared.
clear! one! since! clear!
She looked the other way, unbothered.
There were people taking photos at the entrance of the panda house. Zhang Long stopped there and seemed to have mustered up his courage for a long time. He walked up carefully and took a reserved photo with the panda.
Seeing Song Ruan looking at him, he smiled innocently: "Wait until the photos are sent back, and show them to my daughter, she has never seen a zoo either."
Song Ruan gave him a thumbs up.
Suddenly, her eyes rolled and she asked the staff beside her to "change" a piece of red paper - luckily there was still stock as the Chinese New Year had just passed. She wrote "with friends" on the top and "was here" on the bottom, and wrote the names of the team leader, the team leader's wife and Ning Yuan in the middle, and stood in front of the panda holding the banner.
"Master, it doesn't matter whether I take a clear picture or not, you just need to take a clear picture of this banner for me." Song Ruan put one hand on his waist casually and shook the banner with the other hand, which flew in the air.
Song Ruan glanced at the flying banners, stopped posing, and reached out to grab them, just like the boy holding the couplets in the New Year pictures, determined to make every word on the banner clear.
Photographer: Really, he has lived for so many years, but this is the first time he has seen an aunt take pictures in this way.
Zhang Long, who was standing on the side, opened his mouth wide and said: You are worthy of being an educated youth who dares to raise a tiger. Look at your brain, it is different.
He slapped his forehead, excitedly asked the staff nearby for red paper and pen, and quickly wrote the name of his wife.
"Master, take another picture for me too!"
He held the note and asked again with great interest.
Photographer: It’s contagious.
He pressed the shutter again with mixed feelings.
The photos taken at that time could not be obtained on the spot like in later generations. The cameras at that time were loaded with film, and one had to wait until the whole roll was finished before taking them out and sending them to a special darkroom for development. The whole process would take at least a week.
Zhang Long couldn't wait that long, so the person taking the photo asked him to leave his address and told him that he would send it to him when the time came.
This was a common practice in this era. Zhang Long took a pen and carefully wrote down his address stroke by stroke.
Song Ruan watched from the side and thought that people of that era were really simple and honest. If it happened in later times, with no contact and inconvenient transportation, do you know whether he would send it or not?
After visiting the zoo, the two went to Tiananmen Square for a walk. They missed the flag-raising ceremony, so they took a photo with the flagpole.
Zhang Long had to rush back to the transport team to start a new round of work. Just like a special forces soldier, he visited one scenic spot after another. At the end of the day, the soles of Song Ruan's shoes became thinner.
She was just like the Husky who was taken by grandpa for morning exercise in the morning, taken by grandma to buy groceries in the morning, taken by grandpa for a walk at noon, taken by grandma to pick up her grandson in the afternoon, and taken out for a walk by her parents in the evening to dance square dance with her grandma. The whole dog was crossed out, and the light in her eyes was gone.
Zhang Long drove back the next day. Song Ruan still wanted to play here for a while, so she declined his invitation to go back with him. She lay straight on the bed in the guesthouse for two days before she could barely get up.
She was very resentful and her first stop was the bookstore - didn't she promise to bring gifts for those little kids in the village?
Song Ruan walked to the door of the bookstore with a ferocious smile on his face.
After walking around the bookstore, she was dumbfounded - oh no, why aren't there any papers?
There are no winter vacation homework, no picture-telling composition books, and no daily calculation exercises - what kind of bookstore is this? It's not authentic at all!
Is it possible that there is no homework in this era?
Song Ruanfei didn't believe it, so he walked around the bookstore twice and found nothing, so he turned around and headed for the scrap yard.
Sure enough, several copies of "Have a Good Winter Vacation" were found in the scrap yard, all hidden in the middle of a pile of scraps. I don't know which kids who didn't want to do their homework hid them in when their mothers weren't paying attention. If the anti-jamming system hadn't scanned them for her, they really wouldn't have been found.
The anti-jing system smacked its lips and said that Song Ruan looked like a person who did nothing, while giving orders with great interest;
[Go forward, turn left, yes, this is the pile, and there are more.] 】
So Song Ruan found two arithmetic exercise books and some hand-printed test papers.
She said that in China, there would definitely be a lot of permanent guests like Zuoye.
Very good, very successful.
Song Ruan put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly in the messy scrap collection station.
But the old man at the scrap yard who was resting with his eyes closed at the door was startled. He covered the candy in his pocket which was not yet warm in panic - what did he put in there?
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