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Bi Tielin still didn't understand. He didn't understand that the nicer he treated Liang Xiaoxiao at this moment, the more panicked Liang Xiaoxiao would become, and it would only speed up her pace of leaving.
He calculated the time and rushed to the deadline. He stood downstairs of the tax bureau and looked up at the old office building.
"Hey, Director Liu, hello, hello."
"Director Gao, you're welcome. Really, let's get together more often. I'm a great friend. I wasn't there a few days ago..."
"Hey, I've heard about you, Old Wang, a long time ago. You're in charge of our Xiku area. You're really causing trouble for our brothers!"
Nodding and bowing, shaking hands one by one.
Bi Tielin frequently reminded himself: It is easy to invite the King of Hell, but it is difficult to deal with the little ghosts.
Some feelings are hard to describe in words.
For the sake of life, for the sake of desire, for many things, human beings must learn to suppress their pride, learn to be humble, and regain the lost pride on the day of success.
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Fortunately, Bi Tielin is not the only one in the Bi family who is struggling on the road, and he is not fighting alone.
"Yueyue! It's been snowing heavily these past few days, and the road is like a mirror. What are you doing riding a bike in the middle of the day? Huh? I'll help you with anything! You haven't recovered from your cold yet? You..."
Bi Yue still had a mouthful of steamed bun dipped in red braised pork soup in her mouth. She chewed it and mumbled:
"Brother Dashan, let's go back!"
After saying that, without caring whether Zhao Dashan heard it clearly or not, he took off his black coat again, put on Zhao Dashan's cotton-padded jacket, a knitted hat on his head, and a cotton mask on his face. He waved his cotton-padded hands, lifted his legs, stepped on the bike, and left in a cool manner.
Zhao Dashan was still wearing an apron. He looked at the girl who was straddling the beam. She didn't even have her hat on tightly, and she could still stand on the bicycle and pedal hard against the wind.
"Yueyue, ride slower!"
well!
Zhao Dashan has had an illusion lately, and he doesn’t know if it’s because of staying up late or because he has entered society. Compared with Dacheng and Yueyue, he looks less and less like his peers.
Where's the 23? It looks like 32!
Worrying so much!
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"I'm going to drive the car onto the Fifth Ring Road. I'm going to drive the car onto the Fifth Ring Road as soon as possible. I don't care about anything else. I just want to drive onto the Fifth Ring Road!"
The girl pedaled hard on her Phoenix brand 28 manganese steel bicycle.
It was cold, but Bi Yue didn't forget to sing and ride her bike to the rhythm to cheer herself up. She was having a great time!
"Ah~~~ Five rings, you're one ring short of six. One day, you'll be able to cultivate and cultivate until you reach seven rings. What should I do?"
The girl supported herself on the ground, sweat on her forehead, and she was panting. She took off her gloves, scratched her forehead, and her hat immediately became askew.
She blurted out, cursing softly, "Fuck!" and punched her leg with her little fist.
Once upon a time, no, she traveled through time and space, and stood in Kyoto in the 1980s. Bi Yue once secretly despised the current Kyoto city in her heart.
Emma, it feels a lot smaller without several rings, not prosperous at all!
But at this moment, she wiped her face with the sleeve of her cotton jacket. This guy must be so tired. He has been riding for most of the day, why haven’t he reached the South Third Ring Road yet?
Bi Yue looked up to the sky and cried out: She just wanted to go to the Osmanthus Garden!
At this point you can feel the inconvenience of transportation.
There are taxis in Kyoto City now, but there are not many of them. They basically hang around Kyoto Hotels and train stations. In short, the drivers tend to hang around places with high population flow.
She was looking for goods, checking goods, and loading goods, and the taxi didn't wait for anyone.
You said take the bus? But what if she finds the goods? With her thin arms and legs, you ask her to carry the goods? She can't even carry it on the bus!
In the past, in the later world, Bi Yue didn't think it was too difficult to go to Muxiang Garden, let alone Shijiazhuang. The city was big and the transportation was convenient.
It was such a tiring time in the eighties!
Bi Yue took a breath and continued on her way, feeling thankful for two things. The first was that the afternoon class was not taught by Teacher Li Yongyuan, and the second was that the lunch food was good, thanks to the two steamed buns she had made.
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At that time, there were no buildings like those in later generations in Dahongmen Muxiang Garden, nor any clothing city. There was no market prototype at all. It was all in its original ecological state. The government had not yet spared time to study the construction of the market here.
There are alleys everywhere, small alleys that are connected to each other. If you don’t know the way, it is easy to get lost.
Every time Bi Yue arrived at the entrance of an alley, she would lock her bicycle and knock on every door looking for her.
What are you looking for?
Find the best leather jackets!
After searching alley after alley, and covering five streets, Bi Yue looked at her watch, pulled off her hat, and stood at the intersection, scratching her head.
No way? Did I remember it wrong? Why isn't this place here?
She shook her head again, denying herself. She locked the car again and headed for the sixth alley entrance...
Bi Yue thought: There's no way this is wrong. Because in the eyes of us Chinese, leather jackets are nothing new! Do we Chinese think we're as superficial as the Russians?
Not to mention that it is the mid-1980s, even in the 1970s, it is said that you could occasionally see people wearing leather jackets on the streets.
By the end of the 1980s, the "top-notch" leather jackets had almost become the uniform of street hooligans, and the Russians were still drooling in envy!
We in China have always been good at leather jackets!
Moscow, Russia, hehe, Bi Yue was happy, quickened his pace, and pushed the door open to look for goods with more energy and spirit.
If I could get this, I'd be making a lot of money! During the winter break, I'd do a few more jobs and quickly accumulate wealth, earning dollars and carrying rubles.
Return to China to buy a house?
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