1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 227 I’m back!

Jiang Xian stopped a Toyota Crown on the side of the road.

This is a taxi with a small taxi sign on it.

"Master, do you only accept foreign exchange certificates?"

"We accept everything, please go slowly and don't scratch my car!"

The driver wore a suit and tie, a perfect urban elite. There is a saying now: "One has power, two has money, three has a stethoscope, and four has a steering wheel."

In the early 80s, taxi drivers had a higher status than civil servants and earned more in a month than workers did in a year. They were also scarce talent because it took nearly two or three years to get a driver's license at that time. They were typical white-collar workers, and their marriage partners were basically flight attendants or female college students.

"Where are you going on this flight?"

"Japan."

"Hey, you're going abroad! What's Japan like?"

"It's so poor that there's not even a trash can on the roadside."

“There’s not even a trash can?” The driver laughed, “We still have trash cans in Beijing!”

By 1980, more than streets and alleys in the capital had been equipped with closed garbage bins, with approximately of them. There were also automatic loading and unloading garbage trucks, which were similar to the garbage trucks of later generations, able to lift the garbage bins and automatically empty them into the car.

"Dude, if there's no trash can, where do we throw the Japanese trash?"

"In the sea."

"What the hell? You have no manners at all."

As they were talking, the car arrived at Jingshan East Hutong.

Jiang Xian had just entered the yard with his bags when a white Pekingese dog with a bell hanging around its neck rushed over and started pulling at his trouser legs, spitting out its tongue.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way." Jiang Xian kicked it and sent it flying far away, then he shouted into the main hall, "Dad! Mom! Our son is back!"

Rao Yuemei had heard the noise a long time ago. She stuck her head out from under her large cotton-padded jacket and said, "You're back?!"

Jiang Ke was much more enthusiastic. She jumped over with a sweet smile on her face and helped him with the luggage.

"elder brother!"

"Where did the dog come from?"

"Who are you scolding?"

Jiang Ke glared at him angrily, but her little hands were still scratching at his suitcase.

"I'm talking about that little thing." Jiang Xian pointed at the Pekingese that was wagging its tail and sticking out its tongue.

"Mantou, raised by our father."

"Mantou? That's a good name." Jiang Xianle laughed happily, "Do you know what foreigners call mantou?"

"What are you calling?"

“Chinese style sugar-free buns!”

When Rao Yuemei heard this, she realized that her son had been poisoned by capitalist society, so she taught him a lesson: "After being abroad for a few days, you are like a goat farting like a sheep. You even speak in a foreign and coquettish way."

"Come in, come in." Jiang Xian scratched his head with a smile.

It was already winter in the capital, and coal piles had already been piled up under the windows in the courtyard.

A coal stove was built in the house. This thing is sold in Beijing in winter. It is not expensive. It is just an iron plate and lead wire riveted together. You have to enamel the stove yourself when you take it home.

Enameling a furnace means applying a layer of enamel material inside the furnace, which is usually a mixture of clay, sand, and ash. This can not only keep the furnace warm, but also extend the service life of the furnace.

Rao Yuemei told Jiang Xian that only the north room had a stove, and Jiang Ke's west wing was too cold to live in. Since he was not at home anyway, she let her live in his west room first.

Zhu Lin lived alone in Hufang Road, which was a lonely place. After finishing filming these days, she went to live in the courtyard on the east side of Jingshan Mountain, so Jiang Ke slept with her sister-in-law shamelessly these days.

"Brother, what are these?" Jiang Ke looked at the items inside that were written in Japanese. They were either Japanese or English, and he had no idea what they were. Anyway, they looked very high-end.

“Japanese skin care products.”

SK-II does not have to worry about nuclear pollution at the moment. As for the issue of exceeding the standard, let's discuss it. It is not guaranteed to be true, and that was a problem with the Facial Treatment Essence produced by Procter & Gamble. At present, this brand is still from Japan.

"Skin care products? What are they for?"

Jiang Xian thought about it and said, "Protect the skin, stimulate collagen, and delay skin aging."

No woman can refuse this kind of thing. Those who don’t know what to give as a gift on Valentine’s Day can consider this.

Jiang Ke's eyes were full of stars. She counted on her fingers happily, "One, two, three, damn, sister-in-law's, mine"

"It's your sister-in-law's mother."

Jiang Xian broke her fantasy and took out a box with the Nintendo logo and gave it to her. "This is yours."

"Brother? What is this?" Jiang Ke thought it was quite high-end, and her voice was sweet, like a little clip.

"Game consoles, Japanese kids all play this."

"?"

Jiang Xian divided the gifts and lay on the bed in his room for a while. Not long after, Zhu Lin came back from the set on a bicycle.

Pushing the door open, I saw Jiang Xian. His almond-shaped eyes were full of tenderness and resentment, as if he was looking forward to seeing Tang Monk finally return from his journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures.

"Finally you're back."

"You're talking about how long I've been gone, but it's only been half a month." Jiang Xian smiled and pulled her over, holding her in his arms.

"It feels like several years." After the couple's short separation, Zhu Lin's eyes were red and she buried her head in his chest.

Jiang Xian lowered his head, kissed and nibbled, and was about to make a move
"Brother! How do you play this?"

Jiang Ke pushed the door open with Game & Watch in her hand and bumped into them. She blushed and said, "Oh, you guys."

Zhu Lin quickly broke free from Jiang Xian's arms, wiped the corners of her eyes, and her face was as red as if she had put on rouge.

Jiang Xian smiled and sat up, buttoning up his shirt. "Come on, I'll show you the gift I brought back from Japan."

"What did you bring?" Zhu Lin asked.

"Skin care products." Jiang Ke answered quickly.

There is almost no awareness of skin care in China now. People use clam oil to wipe their hands when it is cold, and sulfur soap to remove acne.

"A long time ago, a Japanese scientist who loved to get to the bottom of things was visiting a sake brewery in Hokkaido. By coincidence, he noticed that an elderly sake brewer had a pair of hands as delicate as a baby's!

So they discovered a secret hidden in the sake brewing process that makes the skin crystal clear, which is."

Jiang Xian acted like he was selling something, slowly raising a bottle of magic water.

Zhu Lin was amused by him, "What is this? Can it make you look younger if you apply it?"

"Try rubbing a little."

Jiang Xian gently applied a few drops to her face, and Zhu Lin felt the coolness. "It feels good."

Jiang Ke looked at it eagerly, the Game & Watch in her hand didn't smell good at all. She tentatively pulled down Zhu Lin's arm, "Sister-in-law, I want to wipe some too."

"Go away." Jiang Xian pushed her away. "How old are you? You're using this? What? Do you want to be the Child-Fairy of Tianshan Mountain?"

"Brother, you are stingy! You are biased!" Jiang Ke pouted, feeling jealous in her heart. It is true that a brother who is married off is like water spilled.

Zhu Lin smiled and tried to mediate, "Your brother gave it to me, so I'm the boss. You can use this bottle of Ke'er as you like."

She handed the bottle to Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke's expression changed suddenly, and she said "Thank you, sister-in-law" in a sweet voice. Then, she imitated Zhu Lin and dropped a drop of liquid on her face, enjoying the rejuvenation.

"Look, you spoil her. Such expensive things are not for children to use."

"How much is this?" Zhu Lin looked up at him curiously.

"A bottle is about 150 RMB."

"One hundred and fifty?!" Jiang Ke was shocked and looked at the bottle again.

What kind of water is this?
Is this the nectar in the jade bottle of Guanyin Bodhisattva, or the water from the Zimu River in my daughter's moat abroad? This small bottle is worth more than my parents' monthly salary combined!
Zhu Lin also opened her mouth in surprise. She thought more than Jiang Ke. You can't spend RMB to buy things in Japan, so Jiang Xian must have spent Japanese yen.

This makes it even more precious, because the Japanese yen cannot be calculated. Although it can be roughly calculated as a certain amount of RMB according to the exchange rate, it is actually much more precious than that amount, because foreign exchange is a currency that is lost for every one spent.

"You bought me such an expensive thing."

"What's so expensive about it?" Jiang Xiaoguan said with a smile on his face, and put his hands on her shoulders. "Beauty has no price."

"Humph."

Zhu Lin snorted softly, feeling sweet in her heart. She knew that her little man loved her.

Jiang Guoqing also came back, holding a cup of hot water. He strolled around reservedly, glancing over from time to time. Mantou pulled at his trouser legs, and the bells rang and jingled.

Jiang Xian smiled and quickly handed the Gamakazi rod to his father. "Dad, I bought this for you. The Japanese are using this to fish now. They are almost done with all the fish."

Jiang Guoqing's eyes lit up as he carefully stroked the rod back and forth. The rod was fully painted and the handle was frosted to prevent slipping. One could tell at a glance that it had gone through many steps of sophisticated craftsmanship. His face was smiling like a chrysanthemum.

"There's no other pole like this in the whole capital!"

The equipment commonly used by anglers in the capital at this time is a fishing rod tip purchased at 25 cents, coupled with a bamboo pole assembled from sections, which is somewhat similar to a spliced ​​pole, and the hook is a sewing needle.

Compared with the poles polished in professional fields in Japan, the difference is like that between a professional player and an amateur.

"Try it, try it." Jiang Xian said.

"I'll try it in the upper yard." Jiang Guoqing held the rod happily and shook it a few times in the upper yard. It felt so good. It was just that the weather was cold at this moment, otherwise he would have wanted to carry it directly to Jinshui River to fish. He was definitely the most handsome fisherman among the group of old guys.

Well, you can go fishing in the Jinshui River in front of Tiananmen Square now.

Dumplings when we got on the bus and noodles when we got off. Rao Yuemei made noodles for dinner.

Fried meat with sauce, vegetable dishes, bean sprouts, celery, shredded radish, and coriander. It is such a happy thing to see coriander in the dishes of this month.

Jiang Xian picked up a chopstick.

When I have money, I will plant coriander all over the world!
The family of five sat at the table. Rao Yuemei asked curiously, "Son, you bought so many things. Do you have any foreign currency?"

Jiang Xian finally had his lunch, and now he was slurping the noodles with garlic, enjoying it so much that he chewed with his mouth full and had no time to talk.

Zhu Lin explained for him, "Mom, Jiang Xian met a publisher in Japan this time who was very interested in him and was planning to publish his novel in Japan."

"Published in Japan?" Rao Yuemei was surprised. "Son, your articles have been published overseas?"

"Yeah." Jiang Xian agreed calmly and picked up a few more chopsticks of coriander.

"If it's published in Japan, that means all Japanese can see your book?" Jiang Guoqing's eyes lit up. He had one more material to show off to his coworkers!
At night, Jiang Xian couldn't chase Jiang Ke away, so he could only sleep alone in the west ear room, which was a small room used as his study.

He placed the heavy foreign language books in his luggage on the desk, together with his Russian copy of "Crime and Punishment" published by the Soviet Union.

Zhu Lin pushed the door open and flipped through the books. All of them were in English.

"What book is this?" She picked out one that had illustrations and was beautifully reprinted.

Jiang Xian glanced at it and said, "Sentimental Education, written by Flaubert."

"Flaubert? I've read his Madame Bovary, but I've never heard of this book." Zhu Lin was a typical literary young woman. She knew Flaubert, but was not very familiar with this book.

"Madame Bovary is Flaubert's most popular book, and Sentimental Education is his best book," Jiang Xian introduced.

"What are you talking about?"

Zhu Lin became curious and was just asking when Jiang Xian had already embraced her from behind. The beauty was in his arms, soft and tender. "I will tell you slowly in this long night."

Zhu Lin struggled to turn around, gently hugged him, raised her head to look at his face for a while, stood on tiptoes and kissed his lips, her almond eyes flickering.

“Are you tired in Japan?”

Jiang Xian buried his head in her shoulder and took a long breath. "It would be a lie to say I'm not tired. There was a bunch of bastards who wanted to destroy me and provoked me a lot along the way. I was trembling with fear, afraid of losing face for the country. I didn't ask for merit but to avoid mistakes. Now I have finally fulfilled my mission and can settle down."

Zhu Lin sat on his lap with her arms around his neck and listened to him talk about his experiences in Japan. She felt so distressed that she leaned her head against his chest and hugged him tightly, wishing she could merge into his body.

Jiang Xian lowered his head and kissed and nibbled her.

Zhu Lin soon became confused and her emotions grew stronger.

Feeling that someone was about to have another attack, she woke up as if from a dream, her chest heaving, gasping for breath, and hurriedly pointed at the door of the west ear room, complaining in a low voice.

"Ke'er is still in that room."

"She doesn't understand, so why don't you speak more quietly?" Jiang Xian said in her ear.

Listening to his nonsense, Zhu Lin was reluctant to stop him. She took off her clothes one by one. She felt a chill and shivered.

"Jiang Xian, it's so cool"

However, when the passion deepened, it became hot. Zhu Lin sat on the desk, tilting her head back to reveal her slender neck. She didn't dare to make too much noise, so she could only bite her lips, her fingers, and Jiang Xian's shoulder hard.

I can't help but think of what Jiang Xian wrote in his article "Lychee": This old official is very meticulous in checking the accounts, but he always has to calculate again and again when he finds the key points. He will not stop until every income and expenditure in the account is settled.

In the small western wing, after a long drought, a sweet dew came. The strong wind swept away the fallen leaves, and the rain smashed the banana leaves.
In the next room, Jiang Ke frowned and glanced towards the west ear room.

"what sound?"

It's lingering and soft, like a cat's meow.

Jiang Ke squeezed and smacked her lips for a long time, but couldn't figure out how to make that kind of sound during intimacy.

She shook her head and lay down, holding the Game&Watch handheld game console in her hand. She was soon attracted to the game again, listening to the 8-bit game music in the handheld game console. The weather was too cold, so she had to curl up in the warm little corner of the quilt and play with gusto.

"This level is really hard to beat."

Recommend a book, it makes me laugh so hard that my stomach hurts

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(End of this chapter)