Since 1983

"Time flies so fast, it's only been three hundred chapters and it's been seven years!"

Teacher Xu sighed year after year.

After New Year's Day, the world officially entered the 1990s, the last decade of the 20th century. It is a bit far to mention the 80s, but it seems very, very close to the 90s.

The first batch of post-90s came to the ground. In fact, thinking about it, they are almost 30 years old.

There is plenty of time this year, Xiao Xu is a freelancer, Xu Fei and Zhang Li followed the crew's plan and got a long vacation. So each went back to each house, each looking for each mother.

"Ah, Ancheng! A wanderer from afar, I'm finally back!"

Coming out of the train station, Teacher Xu took a breath of the air of the heavy industry city, and was kicked away.

"piss off!"

Xu Xiaowen kicked his son away and took the luggage from Zhang Guiqin's hand, "Is everything okay on the way?"

"Okay, what's wrong?"

"It's been a bit of a mess recently, especially under the young age, those people can do anything."

Just three months ago, a serious case of killing a military police officer with a gun occurred in Ancheng. Ben was a habitual offender. After committing the crime, he was caught by the police and was treated in the hospital with some injuries.

He had two brothers. He first killed a policeman and took the gun, then went to the hospital to save others, and fled all the way, killing 8 policemen in total, causing a sensation throughout the country.

Xu Fei didn't notice the show of affection from his parents, so he took a taxi and went home.

The dark corridors, the narrow courtyard, the shared kitchen, nothing has changed. The Zhang family still lived opposite, and they were overly enthusiastic, "Xiao Fei, ouch! I haven't seen you for a long time. When you were young, I said that this kid must be promising when he grows up. Look now... ouch, in the group Miss you all."

"Uncle Zhang, you are in good health. I miss everyone too."

Mr. Xu's business-like expression paralyzed me and I haven't come back for two years. Seeing the other party pulling a kid, he asked, "This is?"

"My eldest grandson, two years old, you didn't catch up when he was born."

"oh……"

Xu Fei fumbled in his pocket and took out ten yuan, "Hold it well. When you grow up, study hard and make contributions to the country."

"Oh, what are you doing? Take it back, take it back!"

"It's the first time I've seen you, for a child."

"Don't tear it up, don't tear it up! Why have we been neighbors for decades?"

"For children, for children..."

The two fully respected the folk culture of the Chinese people. After going through a set of procedures, Uncle Zhang watched the ten yuan stuffed into his grandson's pocket.

I don’t know about the South, but in the Northeast, when you meet children during the holidays, you usually have to give some money. And if you gave it in the first year, you have to give it every year thereafter.

After a lot of tossing, the family of three finally sat in the back room.

Xu Fei took out two bottles of Moutai and two bottles of Wuliangye, with a hippie smile on his face, "Dad, how are you doing recently?"

"I'm stubborn, half a catty of wine and two catties of meat for a meal, I eat every day, hum!"

Xu Xiaowen hasn't seen his son for a long time, his face is tight, "Don't mess with that stuff, let me tell you something. The city radio station came to me yesterday and asked you to record a section of Spring Festival greetings. What do you think?"

"How do they know I'm back?"

"Anyway, people will know, are you going or not?"

"Go, go tomorrow."

"Um."

Papa's authority was satisfied, and I felt very happy.

joke!

My son is a celebrity, and the news about winning the Golden Eagle Award and having a photo with a big leader spread all over the place. This is called returning home.

Xu Xiaowen sat for a while, then went to hala with his old buddies.

Teacher Xu turned around, looking constipated. Look at this broken yard, these two rooms, parents live in the inner room, and I live in the outer room, with wooden boards for beds.

How fresh! I have a fortune of millions, a big winner of the Golden Eagle Award, an outstanding youth representative, two girlfriends, and still sleep on a wooden board? ? ?

A dog doesn't think his mother is ugly, and a son doesn't think his family is poor, but since there are conditions, there is no need to be hard and plain.

"What are you doing, don't look down on the old shack anymore?" Zhang Guiqin understood.

"Mom, let's talk about it. I'm still sleeping in an outhouse, and the north wind is blowing. Do you think it's appropriate?"

"Then what do you want?"

"Let's buy a house."

"Your father will definitely not agree."

"Buy it secretly. When the decoration is finished, he will have to live there."

To be honest, Zhang Guiqin didn't like to live, so she couldn't help but be moved, "Then, then buy a set?"

"Buy buy, let's go now!"

Buying a house in my hometown is purely a big brain. In 9012, the real estate in Ancheng had no potential. But there is no way, to accommodate the parents.

With the national housing reform, Ancheng also has commercial housing.

The two spent an afternoon, first booked a two-bedroom apartment, and then went to the furniture store to work together. In particular, I bought a bed to replace the wooden board, and replaced it with a National Taiwan University color TV.

The neighbor Zhang's family just looked at it like that, ouch, there are lemon fruits on the lemon tree, you and me under the lemon tree.

Instigate, instigate!

………………

In a blink of an eye, New Year's Eve, January 26th.

Speaking of which, this year is the Year of the Horse, and last year was the Year of the Snake, Teacher Xu’s birth year. Emotionally, there are indeed many crises, and I almost lose my hair and have nothing.

Fortunately, he is shameless.

It’s like celebrating the New Year in a bungalow. It’s snowing, cold, wrapped in a cotton jacket, the air smells of sulfur, and the fart children are yelling.

Zhang Guiqin bought some donkey meat, wrapped in two kinds, three delicacies stuffed with donkey meat, or buckwheat donkey meat.

Xu Fei joined in the fun when he suddenly heard crackling outside. Going out to have a look, two men in ragged clothes came in, one was playing allegro, the other was holding a painting of the God of Wealth.

"The God of Wealth is here, good luck is coming, and the boss will make a fortune every year. The firecrackers will bloom on the ground, and congratulations to the God of Wealth for coming to your home."

"Men, invite God of Wealth!"

"How much?" Uncle Zhang also came out.

"five yuan."

"What, five yuan, I bought it at the market for only a few cents."

"Can thirty children be the same today? Let's get one."

Xu Fei didn't bother to talk about it, so he bought one for five yuan, and went back to the room to talk about it. Parents are amazed, these days, there are so many things to do.

But after shouting outside for a long time, I finally bought it. This is called precision marketing, because Chinese people have four mysteries:

"It's New Year's Eve!"

"It's all here!"

"It's not easy!"

"Everyone is dead!"

In fact, one should be added, "Still a child..."

At eight o'clock, the Spring Festival Gala started on time.

Zhang Guiqin was in a hurry to prepare the meal, steamed dumplings with donkey meat, three delicacies dumplings, soft rotten pig's head meat, springy pig's trotters, egg sausage, meat sausage, bowl of dumplings, and fried potato balls.

The three of them had a sip of wine first, and Xu Fei picked up donkey meat dumplings. The buckwheat texture wrapped the delicious donkey meat, and when he bit into it, the oily juices sprang up, and his whole body was sublimated.

This year's Spring Festival Gala is very special. It is divided into singing and dancing team, drama team and quyi team. The captains are Kan Lijun, Zhu Shimao and Tian Lianyuan. There will be a group arena between the teams, and Li Moran will be the referee.

The singing is the best, except for the opening joint singing, the remaining twenty or so songs are all solo. Do you dare to think about future generations? In later generations, apart from Amao, who goes there every year for a club, how many people can sing solo?

Mom and Dad's focus is not here, they keep talking, "Don't you say there will be Benshan this year? When will it come out?"

"Wait, let's say there is."

"Are you still playing Shisanxiang? That Shisanxiang is so funny, hey, he really looks like a blind person."

"Definitely a new show, what's there to watch for old sketches."

Uncle Benshan is already very popular in this province. It was the first time he landed on CCTV, and the elders in his hometown were looking forward to it. After more than a dozen programs passed, a few lines of words were printed on the screen:

The sketch "Blind Date". Performers: Ben Shan, Xiaojuan.

Xu Fei stared at the TV, seeing the iconic clothes, hat, and pork-kidney face, which appeared in front of the national audience for the first time.

His early works were very good, such as "Red Sorghum Model Team", "I Want to Have a Home", "Uncle Niu's Promotion", etc., are satirical and humorous, with depth.

"Blind Date" is also good, it talks about old people falling in love.

The cross talk skits of this period, after the explosion, those embarrassing and sensational ones. Take the old people as an example, Zhao Ma's "Tang Geer Plays Mange Er Mange Er Go..."

The characters in it, the concept of the theme is very progressive, the image of the old people in later generations, the kind of Cai Ming complaining about sitting in a wheelchair...

"These sons and daughters are purely innocent and filial, and the young people are allowed to flirt and scold, even cuddling and hugging, and the old people have to rely on it alone!"

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Guiqin leaned back and said, "It's so funny, the appearance was a success?"

"It was quite successful and did not embarrass the folks."

Xu Xiaowen drank the wine and tasted it: "This content is also good, talk about the current social phenomenon, huh?"

He turned his head, "I said, what do you think, the old people are getting married, when will you get married?"

"I'm busy with my career, how can I have the time to get married?"

"What the hell, you're busy with your career, you can have a date first, you're already 25!"

"Oh, don't worry about it."

"Hey!"

Zhang Guiqin snapped, "Speak less for the New Year's Eve."

"OK, OK."

Xu Xiaowen got angry, "It's really hard wings, don't worry about it, you'll be a bachelor for the rest of your life!"

"..."

Xu Fei was also a little annoyed by being messed with. Of course, the two of them couldn't be serious, and they started talking again after a while.

The structure of this year's Spring Festival Gala is unbalanced, with too many songs and too few impressive ones. There is "Little Back Basket" sung by a famous singer.

The language programs are not good, but "Blind Date" is really the highlight. Uncle Benshan is a blockbuster, but there is still a suppression behind him.

"Protagonist and Supporting Actor", Chen Xiaoer's pinnacle work.

"Oh, you can control me, can you control who the audience likes to watch?"

"Look at this nose, these eyes, and this melon on the head, only one is born in thousands of years!"

"I always thought that only people like me could rebel. Unexpectedly, I didn't expect that you, Zhu Shimao, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, also rebelled against the revolution!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

From the beginning to the end, the laughter did not stop, and the atmosphere of joy floated from the opposite room.

Teacher Xu saw the end because he knew there was a big surprise. Sure enough, after Tan Yuanshou's "Dingjun Mountain", the clock struck twelve o'clock.

"Looking forward to the arrival of the first spring in the 1990s... boom boom boom!"

"Everyone, I want to report good news to everyone, XXX and XXX have come to the party..."

Wow!

Xu Fei clapped his hands outside the TV.

(besides……)