Just like the song "My Eighties" by the famous singer Zhang Qiang:
There is another poem, a hazy poem;
There's another song, a disco one;
My eighties, many years later we are still gathered here, reminiscing about our once passionate love.
In the 1980s, Kyoto and the whole country truly entered a new era of reform and opening up and modernization. For the young people of this era, it was an era full of ideals, contradictions, enthusiasm, passion, excitement and pursuit of trends.
Just like this night, the two "classes" are telling different stories.
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Chu Yifeng, dressed in a white shirt, beige pants, slightly pointed long white leather shoes, and a clear jade Guanyin around his neck, got out of the car and closed the door. He first glanced at the dozen or so bicycles parked at the gate of the small courtyard, and then glanced at the three or five cars parked in the middle of the road.
All you have to do is pull down a string hidden in a corner and knock on the door a few times. After a while, a man in a flowered shirt with a half-smoked cigarette between his lips opened the door and spoke in authentic Beijing accent:
"Hey, Brother Chu is here." The man in the flowered shirt followed behind Chu Yifeng, introducing who was "attending" the family gathering as he walked. He then bent down to open the door for Chu Yifeng and called out to the warm house, "Brother Chu is here!"
The atmosphere was just so coincidental. In 1985, the theme song of The Bund was popular in the streets and alleys, and Chu Yifeng walked into the house accompanied by the words "The waves are running and flowing".
"Brother Chu?" The men raised their hands to signal.
"Brother Chu, you're here?" Several girls around twenty years old smiled at Chu Yifeng.
Regardless of whether he knew "Brother Chu" well or not, he just nodded slightly and turned to go straight to the small living room on the left.
There were several people sitting on the sofa in the small living room. The one in the middle had permed hair and bangs combed back high and fluffy. In order to maintain this big hairstyle for a long time, she naturally put a lot of hairspray on her head.
Chu Yifeng's white leather shoes directly kicked the "hairspray man's" crossed legs:
"Mahakala, wear a mirror!"
Liu Dapeng, the youngest son of the Chief of Staff of the General Political Department compound, took off his sunglasses and waved to the two sides of him. The two pretty girls next to him stood up and left with smiles.
"Why are you here just now? I've been dancing from home to the open air, from the open air to the dance hall, and then back home because of your bad habits. Hey, why aren't you actively participating in any party?!"
Chu Yifeng frowned slightly when he sat down. He hated the smell of girls putting on makeup.
"Boring!" He leaned back on the sofa, looking relaxed before continuing:
"Hey Dapeng, I saw your mother today. She said you're still in Suicheng. You said if your father knew you were surrounded by women, you might not be able to take care of yourself the next time I see you."
Liu Dapeng, who was about 1.78 meters tall, slightly fat, and looked about 5'6", took off his sunglasses and stood up to open a bottle of beer for Chu Yifeng. He said with a playful smile:
"Don't let me expose you, brother, I'm still a man. Eh? Crazy?"
"You're the fucking lunatic!" Chu Yifeng picked up some melon seeds and threw them at Liu Dapeng's face, hitting the target every time.
"Stop joking around! Let's get down to business. This trip to Guangzhou cost me this much!" He flipped it over and made a five gesture.
"There are profiteers everywhere! I'm so surprised to see foreigners profiteering and selling tickets! I'm impressed by you. You haven't been there either! You really are like a scholar who knows everything without leaving the house!"
Chu Yifeng cracked melon seeds while brushing his pants to make them smoother. His voice was calm, and it was the first time he advised his childhood friend:
"Okay, now you have the start-up capital. I estimate that with this money, it won't be difficult for you to do anything. It's time for you to start something that will have a good reputation.
Dapeng, you're 26 now. Although you were forced to retire, we are all soldiers no matter what day we are. The little bit of anger you held back with your father is almost over, right? What do you think?
After Chu Yifeng finished speaking, he tilted his head back and drank a glass of beer.
Liu Dapeng was more straightforward. He did not answer immediately, but picked up the beer bottle and blew against it.
Since changing his job, Liu Dapeng didn't even report to his new unit and just slipped away.
Over the past few years, he has become a big trader under Chu Yifeng's "guidance". In his mind, the money he has passed through is huge. His family has never been short of money since he was a child, and now he is even more obsessed with wearing whatever is popular and squandering money as much as he can.
Liu Dapeng, with a slightly plump figure and a rugged temperament, wore a pair of bucket pants, the most popular style in Shanghai these days: narrow-legged pants that gradually became looser as they went up. He had long since abandoned bell-bottoms. He also wore a silk red flowered shirt. If it weren't for the sharp, cold glint in his eyes, no one would have guessed he was once a fairly capable soldier.
Haha, Liu Dapeng wiped the beer foam from the corner of his mouth with his big hand and sneered in a gangster-like manner.
Forgive? Stop making trouble? Can he wear his uniform back to the battlefield?
He didn't even go to military school, he just wanted to be an ordinary soldier and do what a real man should do!
He listened to propaganda slogans about defending the country every day and made up his mind to do so since he was young. But what a surprise! His father actually sent his elder brother to the battlefield at the critical moment and tearfully told him, "You have to leave behind a life!"
Did anyone ask for his opinion? They said that the freaking guy was demobilized when he got home, and he was the last person to know! Now, the only fun he has in life is torturing each other with his father!
"After I sell all the wood I have, I'll go visit my elder sister and think about finding a piece of land to build a processing plant."
Liu Dapeng didn't want to talk about those bad things today, so he simply didn't answer Chu Yifeng's last few words directly. He suddenly smiled and motioned Chu Yifeng to look at the yard, and whistled:
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