After leaving the department store, Xia Baozhu wandered aimlessly, like a ghost adrift in this era.
Classic old songs were playing from a music store I passed by, and a few young boys were standing at the store entrance looking at the cassette tapes on the stall.
"I knew heartbreak was inevitable."
Why must you be so deeply in love?
Because love is always hard to part with.
Why bother with that little bit of tenderness?
It's always inevitable to feel sad.
At every moment of waking from a dream
There are some things you don't need to ask right now.
There are some people you never have to wait for.
..."
Xia Baozhu stopped to listen to two sad love songs before continuing her journey.
Passing by the dance hall, she glanced curiously at the large signboard. It was said that people in this era loved to dance, and the place was especially lively at night.
Leng Mingguang frequently came to the dance hall, and each time it cost ten yuan to enter. Because of this, Li Xiujuan often argued with Leng Mingguang.
If I set up a stall here...
Huh? Is she really planning to make a living by setting up a stall? She thought of setting up a stall when she saw home appliances, and she thought of setting up a stall when she saw a dance hall.
If you set up a stall here, selling snacks or late-night treats should be possible.
For a while, her heartbroken friends would drag her to bars until 11 or 12 at night. There were a few food stalls on the roadside, which was very convenient when she was hungry.
She tends to gain weight easily. Because she does a lot of exercise in the morning and eats a lot of late-night snacks, the weight is stored up, making her look robust.
From then on, she controlled her diet and movements, rarely went out at night, and stopped eating late-night snacks altogether. It took her half a year to regain her original beautiful figure.
However, selling late-night snacks is bad for your skin. Although you are still young, if you stay up late for a long time, dark circles and eye bags will appear and be difficult to get rid of, so it is not worth it.
However, if business is good, one or two months is a possibility.
Survival comes first, then everything else; when survival is at stake, the pursuit of beauty must take a back seat.
Xia Baozhu continued shopping and was surprised to find that there were quite a few dance halls at this time. There was another one on the next street, on the sixth floor of the hotel, which she had not noticed when she passed by before.
In front of a food supply and marketing cooperative, a cameraman was filming a host, seemingly conducting an interview, while several elderly people and children gathered around to watch.
The idea of making a movie came to Xia Baozhu's mind.
She quickly shook her head; at most, she'd only do magazine photoshoots.
Filmmaking demands high acting skills from actors, and she felt very awkward making inexplicable movements in front of the camera, which made her resistant to it from the bottom of her heart.
Moreover, it's difficult to find an acting job in a small city. It's best to go to a city like Beijing where there are more opportunities. Thinking about the speed of the old green trains, Xia Baozhu shook her head.
Besides, the entertainment industry is never easy to navigate, so it's better to be a street vendor and live a more carefree life.
The city has many alleyways and lanes, and Xia Baozhu, who didn't know the way, sometimes encountered dead ends when she rode in, and had to turn around and come out again.
"Robbery! Catch him!" A loud voice came from the alley behind.
Xia Baozhu turned around and saw a medium-length hairy man in a blue denim outfit running quickly toward her.
An elderly woman was chasing after the pursuer, shouting as she went. Some people heard her shouts and followed her.
The man with medium-length hair pulled out a long dagger as he ran, and the man who had intervened to help him stopped.
Xia Baozhu bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it at the man with medium-length hair. Luckily, it hit him squarely on the forehead, and the man with medium-length hair fell to the ground.
The middle-aged woman chasing after them came running up, panting. She looked him over carefully, picked up the dagger cautiously, and then found her money on the man.
The man who had stopped earlier also ran over, along with several women who had heard the noise and came running out from the vicinity.
"He's fainted, ma'am, should we take him to the police station?"
"Thank you so much, comrade!" The woman approached Xia Baozhu and said earnestly, "Thank you so much, comrade!"
"You're welcome, it was nothing." Xia Baozhu smiled, but she covered herself up tightly, so others could only judge her expression by her tone of voice and eyes.
She thought to herself, "I've already encountered two thieves today, one of whom is robbing me with a knife. It seems I should carry a weapon with me when I go out."
Xia Baozhu did a good deed anonymously and was about to leave without a trace, but the enthusiastic old lady stopped her car and wouldn't let her go, insisting on inviting her to her home for a cup of tea to express her gratitude.
Xia Baozhu couldn't resist the enthusiasm of this era and agreed.
When the police arrived, they asked about the situation, praised Xia Baozhu, and then took the weapon and the now-awake robber back with them.
Xia Baozhu followed the woman who called herself Aunt Song to her house.
Aunt Song lives in a courtyard house, which has a similar layout to the Leng family's house, but the decoration is better.
The floor was covered with patterned tiles, the walls were covered with beige wainscoting, and the house was fully equipped with appliances such as a color TV, refrigerator, and washing machine, as well as a telephone, indicating that the family was well-off.
Aunt Song warmly pulled Xia Baozhu to sit on the sofa, turned on the TV, and took out candy from the coffee table drawer.
"Xia, have an apple first, watch TV. There's some candy here, I'll go make you some tea."
"Thank you." Xia Baozhu took off her gloves, removed her scarf and mask, and placed them on the small square table next to the sofa.
"Oh my, Xia Baozhu, you're so beautiful!" Aunt Song came in with a freshly rinsed teapot and teacups, and was stunned when she saw Xia Baozhu's face.
"This is the first time I've ever seen such a beautiful girl like you. Our textile factory also has four beauties, all of whom are recognized for their looks. They participated in the 1982 model competition, but they really can't compare to you. You look just like a movie star."
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