Chapter 67 New Year’s Gift (please collect and vote for further reading)
The New Year is getting closer and closer, and people in the workplace are not interested in working and are busy doing their own family affairs.
Fang Minghua has nothing to do at home and comes to work on time, even though there is nothing to do at work.
Yesterday, I went to Western University to take a correspondence course. Zhao Hongjun said that we would continue dancing together after the Chinese New Year holiday.
Compared with last year, there are more and more young people dancing in the ancient city, and they are gradually becoming more open, and there is no need to be as secretive as last year.
There are people dancing in the parks and by the city walls, but of course there are still no commercial dance halls.
To be honest, Fang Minghua really doesn’t have much interest in dancing, but you can’t refuse Zhao Hongjun if he says this.
But will we meet Song Tangtang again?
Will Song Tangtang come back from visiting relatives during the Spring Festival?
Fang Minghua doesn’t know.
Since leaving southern Xinjiang, Fang Minghua has had no news about the girl.
I didn’t expect a letter from the girl.
Today is the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, and the wind is freezing. Zhang Baofu brought several letters early in the morning, and one of them actually came from southern Xinjiang!
Looking at the beautiful handwriting on the envelope, Fang Minghua knew it belonged to Song Tangtang.
I quickly opened the envelope and found a photo inside.
oh. Wrong, it's a postcard. There are four words "Happy New Year" written on it.
Postcards were very popular in the 1980s and 1990s, but now in early 1982, they are still very rare, and they are always postmarked and sent directly, usually not in envelopes.
Song Tangtang not only sent a postcard, but also a letter inside.
The girl first wished him a Happy New Year in the letter. She said that not long ago, the cultural troupe went to the Green City, the capital of Guizhou Province, to perform a show. When she went to the post office to buy envelopes in her spare time, she suddenly discovered that such cards were sold inside. The salesperson told her that they were called postcards. , saying that it can be sent directly as a New Year's greeting card.
“I couldn’t come back from visiting relatives during the Spring Festival this year, so I bought four of them and sent one to each of my parents and cousin. I also sent one to you by the way. Doesn’t it look good?”
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It's quite beautiful.
Fang Minghua admired this postcard. On the back was a picture of a green peacock opening its tail, which reminded Fang Minghua of the way the girl danced under the moon that night.
Finally, Song Tangtang also asked if you have written novels or poems recently? If it is published, tell her which magazine it is from and she will buy a copy and have a look.
Hey. Sorry, I have been fishing recently and haven’t written anything yet.
When a girl writes a letter, of course Fang Minghua has to reply and tell the truth.
More importantly, when someone gives you a gift, you can't just write "Happy New Year" on the letter and everything will be fine, right?
It is rude to come and not reciprocate.
What to send?
Do you buy postcards in Xijing now?
After dinner at noon the next day, Fang Minghua rode his bicycle to the Bell Tower Post Office in the cold wind. After asking the salesperson, he found out that there was no such thing in Xijing.
So what to buy?
Fang Minghua is in trouble.
Going home in the evening after dinner, he saw the little girl listening to the radio and humming around the coal stove. Fang Minghua was moved and asked: "Little sister, what did you say to the girls during the Chinese New Year?" What's the most suitable gift? "
"Huh? Brother, you have a girlfriend?" Fang Mingli was a little surprised when she heard this. Even her mother who was sewing next to her stopped working. Look at Fang Minghua.
"No, didn't I tell you, that female soldier from the Southern Xinjiang Art Troupe, Song Tangtang." Fang Minghua quickly explained: "She wrote me a letter asking me if I had written a new novel, and gave it to me by the way. I sent a postcard and I thought it would be better to give it back as a gift.”
As he said that, he took out the postcard and showed it to his sister.
Fang Mingli had never seen this thing before, and it looked fresh when she held it in her hand.
"It's very beautiful, brother."
"So I plan to send someone a gift."
Fang Mingli heard her brother say that he was collecting scenery in southern Xinjiang Situation, I have also heard the name Song Tangtang. When my brother said this, he replied:
"In our school, gifts from boys to girls are usually pens, diaries, and, by the way, books! Some boys also give their girlfriends cream, pechoin, and the like. Brother, you don't want to give this, do you?"
“Of course not.” Fang Minghua said.
The pen diary and the like are too ordinary, the cream and so on are a bit too much, and she is not my girlfriend. It seems that I can't get any good answers from my sister.
At noon the next day, he cycled to Minsheng Department Store again and went shopping. He couldn’t find anything suitable, so he simply bought a pound of White Rabbit toffee with a letter. Send a piece by mail.
It was 10 days after Song Tangtang received the toffee from Fang Minghua. Three days ago, she had received a letter from the other party, saying that he had sent candies as a New Year's gift.
When she saw the cute white rabbit toffee in the bag, she couldn't help but smile.
This Fang Minghua is also very original.
Today is already the third day of the Lunar New Year, and the troops are also celebrating the New Year.
There are so many candies that I can’t finish them all,
She thought for a while, then took out the toffee and distributed it to the sisters in the dormitory: "The candies you sent me, please try them."
"Wow White Rabbit toffee! This is my favorite." A girl with an oval face took a piece and peeled it off and opened it in her mouth. Her name is Meng Hongxia, and she has a relatively good relationship with Song Tangtang.
The other girls also took the toffee and started talking among themselves.
"Tangtang, who sent you the candies? Your parents?"
"No, it's a friend of mine, the Xijing writer who came to collect works this summer." Song Tangtang told the truth Tell the truth.
"Is it him? Fang Minghua, the author of "Youth"!" Meng Hongxia said immediately.
"That's him."
"Why did he send you candy? Are you here?" Meng Hongxia immediately asked.
The girls next to him also looked at Song Tangtang, with the fire of gossip burning in their eyes.
"We are just ordinary friends." Song Tangtang explained.
"Isn't it right? How can an ordinary friend send such a sweet thing? Isn't there a song about it?" Meng Hongxia said with a smile.
"Sweet work, sweet work is infinitely better?" A girl next to me immediately started singing.
“No! It’s this one!” Meng Hongxia sang softly.
Tianmi, your smile is so sweet
It’s like flowers blooming in the spring breeze
Blooming in the Spring Breeze
Although it is strictly forbidden to sing popular songs from Hong Kong and Taiwan in the military camp, the girls still love this song and secretly sing it in private.
“Yes, I have seen you somewhere before
Your smile is so familiar
I can’t remember it at the moment
Ah in a dream
Several girls actually sang together, and Song Tangtang's pretty face turned red.
She didn’t think so much.
I guess Fang Minghua didn’t think so much, right?
Fang Minghua really didn’t think so much at first. He really couldn’t find a suitable gift, so he bought something very affordable.
Today is the third day of the Lunar New Year. On the first day of the new year, the whole family went shopping. On the second day of the second day, I went back to my grandma and grandpa’s house with my parents and sister. On the third day of the third day, I worked at work for a day.
He was on duty at the unit at this time.
But there is someone else who is also in his dormitory, Zhao Hongjun.
The two of them were warming themselves by the fire and cracking melon seeds.
"Minghua, I asked you to dance last night, but you just didn't come." Zhao Hongjun complained: "Is it because Song Tangtang didn't come back?"
Fang Minghua glared at him after hearing this: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm really not interested in that thing."
However, it seems that there is also this factor?
"You, you are only in your early twenties, why don't you like dancing? Look, there are dancers everywhere now, especially disco, which is so popular." Zhao Hongjun said, lighting a cigarette.
When Fang Minghua heard this, he took a look at Zhao Hongjun’s outfit. Although he was still wearing a military coat, he was wearing a suit underneath, jeans, and pointed leather shoes. His hair was also permed into the most fashionable curls, and he wore Wearing a toad mirror.
He really doubted that he could enter and leave the provincial capital as a national worker in this outfit? According to him, he was just promoted to section chief!
In future generations, would you not wear a navy blue or pure black jacket with small lapels, a white shirt underneath, always black trousers, and a serious expression to show that you are "in the middle of the situation"?
But in this era, these things mean being conservative. What matters now is fashion, and leaders are starting to wear suits!
Nothing.
Next year will be 1983!
"I say Red Army, just play it easy, you are a national cadre." Fang Minghua advised.
"Look what you said, it's just a dance." Zhao Hongjun disagreed.
Fang Minghua smiled and said nothing.
(End of this chapter)