Mixed in 1980

Chapter 10 Xu Jinqiu

The weather in April and May is cool.

Pedestrians on the street are wearing cooler and cooler clothes, but the parts that need to be covered are still tightly covered. There are no high-end items like tank tops and hot pants yet.

She is the long-legged girl from Yard 45, and she dresses very conservatively.

As a result, the street lost a beautiful scenery.

"Uncle Ma, I'm busy."

As usual, Chen Fan stopped when he passed by Yard No. 45, gave a cigarette to the security guard, and took a look at the long legs in the yard.

"You are now a great man."

Uncle Ma took the cigarette and looked at Chen Fan carefully for a while: "Now you really look like a writer. My grandson was reading your book yesterday."

"What kind of writer is that? He's just forced to not find a job, so he's thinking about writing a few words and earning some money to make a living." Chen Fan smiled, his eyes fixed on the long legs in the yard.

"Just pretend like that. Being a writer is so glamorous."

"Glamour is only temporary. I envy you for having a stable job and a guaranteed income."

There was another figure in sight.

It was a tall figure, light and elegant, nearly 1.7 meters tall, with long legs accounting for more than half of her height, perfectly interpreting the high-level beauty of "legs below the chest".

The graceful figure is hidden under the loose shirt, but her perfect curves cannot be concealed. She is absolutely the most stunning beauty in the world, where you can't see your toes when you lower your head.

What attracted Chen Fan the most was that face, which was as delicate as a painting and naturally exuded a faint sense of brokenness.

Fearing that the figure would flash by again, Chen Fan immediately pointed over there: "Uncle Ma, look over there, is that girl from your dance troupe?"

"How fresh! How can someone other than our dance troupe be in there?"

Uncle Ma, holding a cigarette in his mouth, gave Chen Fan a strange look and said, "I thought you were coming here every day. I guess you've set your sights on the girl in the yard."

"That can't be done. The main thing is that I can chat with the old man."

Chen Fan quickly took out a match and lit the cigarette for the old man: "Uncle, what's the girl's name? How old is she? Does she have a boyfriend?"

Uncle Ma smiled and jokingly asked, "Are you interested?"

"Give me some advice, give me some advice." Chen Fan nodded.

Uncle Ma took a puff of his cigarette and joked, "That girl's name is Xu Jinqiu. You have a sharp eye. Many people have set their sights on her."

"So you don't have a partner?" Chen Fan understood the meaning behind the words.

"No."

"That's good." Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

"You kid, there's no chance."

"How to say?"

"The girl is still young, only 18 years old. She was arranged as a temporary worker last year. Now she is thinking about getting a permanent job, but she has no intention of falling in love."

“That’s because I didn’t meet the right person.”

Chen Fan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, chatted with the old man over a cigarette and then returned to Courtyard No. 46. He did not stay in the middle courtyard and went directly to the backyard.

I originally planned to stay here for only three or two days.

Chen Min and his wife couldn't find a suitable house for a while, so they just lived there first. Chen Fan then rented a house from Li Hongbing for three months.

The rent has already been paid.

Back in the house, Chen Fan took out paper and pen to continue writing. After a while, he put down the pen in annoyance, and all he could think about was the girl.

Whether it's appearance, figure, or temperament, they all hit his aesthetic standards.

If the personalities and world views are suitable, it would be perfect.

"How can I get to know her?"

Chen Fan was confused. How could two complete strangers get to know each other?

There is a way.

For example, chatting up.

Chen Fan is not an old-fashioned person. He has read "The Love Manual" and "Three Thousand Sentences to Flirt with Girls" in his previous life, but these days he will probably be regarded as a hooligan.

Another thing is that I don’t see her on weekdays, so there’s no chance to strike up a conversation with her.

You can ask Uncle Ma to introduce someone to you, but the nature of this is different. It is a bit like a blind date, and the probability of success is extremely low.

After struggling for a long time, Chen Fan finally came up with an idea. He went to the vegetable market and bought a big grass carp. When he got home, his mother gave him the cold shoulder again.

This child is almost becoming a prodigal.

Ever since I received the royalties, I have been eating meat every day. What family can afford this?

His father's monthly salary was fifty-seven yuan, and pork was one dollar and sixty cents per pound, which meant that he could only make thirty-five pounds of pork, which was not enough for him to earn alone.

Having said that, my son has gained some weight recently. He is no longer as dark and thin as when he first came home. Now he is fair and clean, and looks much more energetic.

Chen Fan moved quickly and skillfully made a dish of pickled fish fillet.

Then he took out a square aluminum lunch box and packed a box directly, which made Guan Yuemei stunned: "Why are you packing?"

"Send it to your daughter-in-law." Chen Fan took out a pen and paper and wrote a note.

"You're just arguing with everyone you meet, right? You stay at home writing all day, how many girls can you get to know? Don't end up being a bachelor."

"Just wait for your wife's tea."

Chen Fan looked at the time, decided not to argue with his mother, and walked out with the box.

"Xiao Fan, let's go out." "Being a writer is great. Not only do you earn a lot, but you also have more free time."

In the yard, the old men and women were chatting.

When they saw Chen Fan, everyone was very polite. Chen Fan was wondering how these most difficult guys could suddenly change their nature. It was a little unbelievable for a moment.

What did they say at the beginning? They said they were unemployed, idle and useless.

Now, he changed his tune.

This is the dignity that comes with being a writer.

Chen Fan also responded with a polite smile, and quickly walked to Courtyard 45, and handed a cigarette to the security guard: "Uncle Ma, please do me a favor and give this to Xu Jinqiu."

Uncle Ma took the lunch box and the note and joked, "You planted the trees in the morning and need to collect the materials at noon. You are too impatient."

"It will be too late to learn to play musical instruments when you are eighty. It is a pity for you to make such a trip."

Chen Fan chuckled and said, "Just deliver the things, and don't say who delivered them. Just say someone delivered the things and then left."

“It’s winding and twisting.”

Uncle Ma doesn't understand the thoughts of young people. If they like someone, they should just say it directly. At that time, when they met a girl they liked, they would directly ask a matchmaker to come to their house.

I looked at the time and everyone should have gone to the cafeteria by now.

Uncle Ma also went straight to the cafeteria, and immediately saw Xu Jinqiu in the corner, and walked over with his lunch box: "Comrade Xu, there is a boy outside who gave it to you."

There are so many people in the cafeteria.

Hearing this, everyone looked over. Xu Jinqiu blushed and said in a low voice, "Uncle Ma, please return the things."

"Comrade Xiao Xu, the man left after delivering the things. Oh, here is a note." Uncle Ma put the note on the table.

"Let me see what's written."

The round-faced girl sitting next to Xu Jinqiu snatched the note and said, "Only delicious food and youth are worth living up to, haha... This is the first time I've seen someone give a girl something or food."

"Yuanyuan, stop talking."

Xu Jinqiu blushed, snatched the note, crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into her pocket.

"What's there to be embarrassed about? Let me see what delicious food you sent me."

Zhao Yuanyuan took the aluminum box and opened it directly: "Oh, what kind of meat is this? It's sliced by slice. Could it be fish meat?"

As he said this, he picked up a piece and started eating. His eyes suddenly lit up: "It's sour, spicy, fresh and fragrant. It's really fish meat. This is the first time I've seen it cooked this way."

Boiled fish fillet and pickled fish fillet were invented in 1983. They originated from a cooking competition held in the Sichuan and Chongqing regions, and the inspiration came from boiled pork fillet.

"Qiu'er, don't just stand there, eat quickly."

Zhao Yuanyuan took another piece and ate it happily: "As the saying goes, if you want to conquer a woman's heart, you must first conquer her stomach. This boy is really creative."

"You are just a greedy cat."

Xu Jinqiu rolled her eyes at her best friend. She had just said, "This is the first time I've seen someone give gifts or food to a girl." She was the one who said all the good and bad things.

But this fish fillet is really delicious.

Xu Jinqiu thought, could the person who delivered the fish be a cook?
At the same time, it was lunch time at the Saihanba Mechanical Forest Farm. The logistics staff brought the meal up, and the workers at the forest farm sat on the ground and started eating on the spot.

After lunch, the workers found a place to rest.

Jiang Daqiao walked under the tree, took out a People's Literature magazine and started reading. He didn't have many hobbies, he just liked to read some leisure books.

Skip the content you don’t like and unknowingly turn to the most beautiful youth.

"I would like to use this book to pay tribute to the Saihanba spirit and to those who go against the tide of the times."

Jiang Daqiao immediately became interested. It was the first time he read a book about Saihanba. When he saw the author's signature, he was stunned and a dark and thin figure appeared in his mind.

"It can't be that kid, right?"

With a hint of doubt, Jiang Daqiao began to read the text, and his thoughts quickly entered the story. He did not put it down until the captain called for help.

Looking at the woman in her thirties in front of him, Jiang Daqiao handed the book to her: "Captain, let me show you something interesting. This novel is about our Saihanba."

"Written about our place? Could it be scar literature?" Chen Xiaoxian frowned.

Most of the current novels that are about forest farms and rural areas are about educated youth. Most of them are scar literature, which is also her least favorite literary genre.

It cannot be said that scar literature is completely useless, it is just that this kind of literature denies too many contributions.

Chen Xiaoxian was really afraid that Saihanba would be written into scar literature, which would negate the efforts of a generation and nearly twenty years.

Nineteen sixty-four!

Chen Xiaoxian, together with five other girls, was the first group of girls to come to Saihanba. They were also promoted as a typical example: Six Girls Going to the Dam.

There were no houses on the dam at that time, so people could only dig cellars and live in burrows. When winter came, the white wind whistled overhead, which was enough to freeze people to death.

At that time, they were able to find joy in adversity and posted a couplet at the door of the cellar: It doesn't matter if the three meals a day are tasty or not, and it doesn't matter if I climb on ice or lie in snow or feel cold.

More than a decade has passed, and their efforts have paid off. The afforestation project has achieved remarkable results, with a total afforestation area of nearly one million mu.

These are the blood, sweat and hard work of the people working at the Saihanba Forest Farm. If they were to be written into scar literature, the forest farm workers would probably be furious.

"No, I don't like scar literature. This novel is about the hard work of the people in the Saihanba Forest Farm and their efforts in planting trees."

Jiang Daqiao motioned to the captain to hold the book: "Look at the author's name, Chen Fan, it must be that guy. No one else can write such a realistic Saihanba."

"Chen Fan?"

Chen Xiaoxian was stunned. That skinny and dark boy was quite noisy when he first came to Bashang. It has only been more than two months since he returned, and he has become a writer?
"Lend me the book first. I'll read it after get off work. Hurry up. I have to get to work first."

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