Chapter 22: Taobao at the Scrapyard
"Swallow, here, I'm here."
Wei Minghua, wearing a light yellow blouse, waved his arms vigorously towards Wu Chunyan.
"Here we are. Why are there so many people here today?"
When Wu Chunyan arrived at the auditorium, many young people were already there and the place was bustling with activity.
Thanks to Wei Minghua's conspicuous clothes, she was able to find him accurately in the crowd.
Wei Minghua took his friend's arm and shared the news he had heard.
“It seems that all the unmarried young people in the factory have come here, so there are so many people.
Yan Zi, you look really nice in your outfit today. The simple style suits you so well. So cool."
Wei Minghua has a petite figure and a typical sweet girl appearance, while Wu Chunyan is dressed in white and black, which creates a sense of contrast.
The two were standing in the corner of the auditorium talking when suddenly a boy patted Wu Chunyan on the shoulder.
"Sister Chunyan, it really is you."
"Zhiwen, why are you here today?"
Wu Chunyan turned around and found that the person coming was a very energetic young man.
He was about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a black Mao suit, with his hair cut short, and a smile on his face.
This person is Zhou Zhiwen, the youngest son of Zhang Dazui and Zhou Jianguo in the compound. He was previously studying at the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University.
One year younger than Wu Chunyan, he was unexpectedly assigned to a steel rolling mill after graduation.
"Sister Chunyan, my mom insisted that I come. She said that other people's children can already walk at my age."
Zhou Zhiwen had a silly expression on his face as he touched his buzz cut, which his mother had taken him to get cut yesterday. It still felt a bit prickly.
Both Wu Chunyan and Wei Minghua were amused.
Zhou Zhiwen was scratching his head when he saw Yuan Qingzhi standing opposite him.
"Brother Yuan, this is my sister Chunyan, we live in the same courtyard.
Sister Chunyan, this is my college classmate Yuan Qingzhi, he is very good at studying.
"Chunyan, long time no see, can I talk to you for a few words?"
Yuan Qingzhi's words left Xiao Zhou, who was about to introduce everyone to each other, dumbfounded.
"good."
Wu Chunyan looked at Yuan Qingzhi in front of her with a calm expression.
In the end, only Wei Minghua and Zhou Zhiwen were left standing there, facing each other, not knowing what to say.
The two came to the garden where Wu Chunyan often stayed, looking at the lake beside them, and no one spoke first.
Finally, it was Wu Chunyan who spoke first: "What do you want to talk to me about..."
"Yanzi, I just learned that the factory will have several recommended places for further studies at Shanghai University."
He overheard it by chance when he went to the factory director's office yesterday.
Upon hearing this, Wu Chunyan widened her eyes in surprise.
"Swallow, this is a good opportunity, you must work hard for it."
He knew that he was not as smart as Wu Chunyan, and he also knew that Yan Zi had always wanted to go to college.
"good."
After being silent for a long time, he finally chose to follow his heart.
Yuan Qingzhi heard her agree and thought to himself:
This is the Wu Chunyan he has always liked, the one who never gives up.
…
Lin Xiaotong has gradually become accustomed to the daily work in the department store, which is sometimes busy and sometimes idle.
When there are a lot of people, I am so busy that I have no time to rest, and when there are no people, I am so bored that I even pick my feet.
Most of the people working at her counter are aunts in their forties or fifties and pretty girls in their twenties.
She smiles at everyone she meets, serves them more cordially, and calls them "sister" all the time, so much so that the older aunts treat her as one of their own.
There are the most young men at Yan Yue’s counter. Each of them is like a peacock with its tail spread out, and they can’t wait to dance into the counter.
The items at Sister Mei’s counter are relatively expensive, so few people come.
Most of the people who shop at He Cuicui's counter are school-age children, who always come in groups of three or four to pick out toys.
Lin Xiaotong thought about her plans for today and asked Sister Mei who lived nearby.
"Sister Mei, is there a scrap yard nearby?"
Sister Mei, who was sewing shoe soles, raised her head and replied:
"Yes, just walk straight along this intersection towards the supply and marketing cooperative for about ten minutes. It's in a courtyard with a sign at the door, so it's easy to find."
Yan Yue, who was drawing her eyebrows, asked curiously, "Xiaotong, what are you going to do at the scrap yard?"
He Cuicui cracked some melon seeds and quickly replied, "What else can I do? Pick up trash."
Lin Xiaotong was not annoyed, she smiled and touched her chin with her hand and said:
"Sister Cuicui, I noticed that you really want to be friends with me?"
He Cuicui's fur instantly stood up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and her little face turned red with anger.
How can this person be so shameless?
"What nonsense are you talking about? Who wants to be friends with you?"
"Why else would you care about me so much all day? You've almost become a worm in my stomach."
Lin Xiaotong decided to tease her. It was because He Cuicui always spoke with sarcasm, which was really unlovable.
Sister Mei and Yan Yue laughed at the same time.
These two people are like a pair of funny people, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten.
After get off work, Lin Xiaotong followed the direction Sister Mei gave and successfully found the scrap yard. It was quite close and she arrived there in a blink of an eye by bike.
Looking around, I found that there was only an old man sitting on a bamboo rocking chair at the door.
"Uncle, can I go in and take a look now?"
"Why are you making such a loud noise, girl? I just dozed off and you woke me up."
The old man squinted his left eye and looked at her.
"I'm so sorry, sir. Please try it."
As he said this, he took out a Daqianmen cigarette that he had bought earlier from his messenger bag and handed it to the old man.
"Uncle, I'm looking for some textbooks and picture books, please..."
"Go ahead, go ahead. Don't take what you can't take."
The old man opened one eye again, looked around, stretched out his hand, and got the cigarette.
This girl is really good at smoking Daqianmen cigarettes.
"Okay."
I closed the door first when I went in, and at a glance I saw that the warehouse was full of broken things.
There were piles of waste newspapers, broken bottles and jars, old furniture with missing limbs, and the most numerous were piles of old textbooks that were almost moldy.
I walked around and saw some old high school textbooks by the window, all covered in dust.
I gently shook off the dust on it. It turned out to be a high school politics textbook, published by Beijing People's Publishing House, priced at 1.2 cents.
When I opened it, I saw densely written notes inside. The previous owner must have been a top student.
She was not very familiar with the situation of that era, so she found a political textbook to read to avoid saying anything that might cause big problems.
There were three or four books in a row, so I collected them all without hesitation. I continued to look through and pick, and found a few picture books with torn covers.
Before leaving, I thought about it and took two large stacks of old newspapers. These would be useful for starting a fire when I get home.
After holding all these things, I asked the old man to check them one by one. After making sure that nothing was smuggled, I weighed them.
"For this much, give me twenty cents." The old man waved his hand very readily.
"Thank you, sir. I'll come again tomorrow."
Lin Xiaotong packed the things in a sack, deliberately leaving the newspaper outside.
He waved to the old man and rode back on his bike with a full load.
…
"What? You said you wanted to go to college, and I disagree!"
Diao Yulian's face turned green and she yelled at Wu Chunyan.
What a coincidence! Lin Xiaotong heard these words just as she pushed her bicycle to the backyard threshold.
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