Chapter Fifty-Two: The Falling Flowers Have Feelings, but the Flowing Water Is Heartless



They went inside together, ready to test whether the tape recorder worked.

Gu Hongjie was overjoyed and excited to see that Gu Wei had bought so many cassette tapes at once.

They were overwhelmed by the choices.

I don't know which one to listen to first.

"Hey, Liu Wenzheng! I want to hear this cassette."

"OK."

When Gu Wei was researching, he came across a trend in the 1980s where "women sang Teresa Teng songs and men imitated Liu Wenzheng."

He put the cassette tape into the tape recorder and pressed play.

"The drizzle in March, pattering and pattering, never stops;

The stream in the valley flows on and on, gurgling and splashing.

For whom does the drizzle fall? For whom does the stream flow? It carries with it a heart full of sorrow…

As Gu Wei listened to this old song, which was both romantic and tinged with a touch of melancholy, he inexplicably found it to be more beautiful than many modern songs.

Both Gu Jianguo and his father were captivated by the performance.

Li Guizhi and Zhao Zhengying, who were in front, heard the singing. After seeing off the customers and locking the door, they also went back to the back room.

Given their previous experiences with bicycles and cameras, they shouldn't have shown any shock.

But the tape recorder was also a big item.

Li Guizhi even started to worry about Gu Wei's future prospects of finding a partner.

Even if someone is good at making money, spending it so extravagantly will surely cause some objections from the girl.

That evening, after listening to the storytelling on the radio, I also listened to songs on a cassette tape.

Gu Hongjie almost ended up taking the tape recorder into his bed to sleep with it.

This left Gu Wei and Gu Jianguo both at a loss for words, neither laughing nor crying.

The next day, Li Bin delivered the completed business license to his home.

Gu Wei carefully examined the neat and beautifully written business license.

A strong sense of the times is palpable.

This is different from the kind of machine-printed text we use today.

He plans to hang up the plaque made by his grandfather.

We'll set off a string of firecrackers tomorrow morning, and that will mark the official opening.

However, to everyone's surprise, Zhao Dajiang and the others came to our house early in the morning.

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