Since 1983

1983, May.

The cold in the north has just faded, and the summer heat has just emerged. The dust under the sun is mixed with the mottled smell of the old era, and it falls lightly on a big green willow tree.

The willow tree is next to the road, and its dense branches cover the door of a two-story building behind. There are two signs hanging on the door: Ancheng Quyi Troupe and Ancheng Quyi Workers Association.

The upstairs is the office area, and the downstairs is the lobby. The sounds of stringed drums beating the boards, babbling, and beating the table are faintly heard from inside.

The horse stumbled while walking on the cliff. The gentleman on the horse looked up and saw stone men, stone horses, and a stone prime minister, a stone pig and a stone goat, a stone suspension bridge, a pillar holding the sky and looking up at the sky are divided into left and right...

The auditorium is spacious and the crowd is scattered. In the southeast corner, a rather old female gentleman holds a board in her left hand, and beats a flat drum with a drum key in her right hand.

This is a famous excerpt from Xihe Dagu's Yang Jiajiang, called Pan Yang Litigation. There was also an old man with a white beard playing the sanxian accompaniment, and four or five apprentices sat in front of him, listening carefully.

On the stage not far away, four guys in floral clothes were rehearsing a local play. Diagonally below the stage, there are two men talking allegro, and there are a few artists beside him who are facing the old book Liangzi...

Books, music and rap are divided into categories, but they all control the sound, trying not to disturb others.

Xu Fei was sitting under the window, with his butt pressed against Maza, watching Popular TV with great interest.

In the third issue of this year, the cover is the actress Xiao Xiong, and the back cover is the stills of the just-aired eight-episode TV series Hua Luogeng. The text, design, and printing all have the unique aesthetic color of this era.

Blue sky and white clouds, big flowers, the girl combed her curly hair and wiped her red face, earthy and fresh.

'Quiet White Goose Bay', 'Black Cross', 'New Girl', 'King Arthur', I haven't seen any of these...huh?

Zhu Yanping's Wu Song was originally broadcast this year.

He flipped halfway through the book, and suddenly his eyes lit up, staring at a still photo of Xing Zhe who vaguely remembered.

That big face and the headband that looked like an Aries Saint Seiya made a long-lost sense of ironing well up from the bottom of my heart, and then disappeared.

Xu Fei sighed softly, looked up at the lively scene, always a little alienated. Unknowingly, I have been used to it for more than a month, but everything is still so strange.

Yes, he was reborn.

In my previous life, I was a middle-level backbone of a media company, with a house and a car, and a considerable income. As a result, I got drunk with my colleagues the night before, and came here after closing and opening my eyes.

1983 ah!

If it was around 2,000 years ago, he could have done a lot of Internet and real estate; if it was in the 1990s, he could also be a township entrepreneur; even if he was reborn a few years later, the social environment and degree of openness would be completely different.

But what can I do now? The above policy is not stable yet.

Terrible years.

When Xu Fei closed the magazine, he felt a little hot for no reason. His shirt was stuck to his vest inside, and a thin layer of sweat slowly broke out. He unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his tight and slender forearms.

There is no way, it is really bad, it does not absorb sweat and is not breathable, but it is smooth and easy to wash, and the price is affordable, so it became a fashion trend in the early 1980s.

For example, his outfit is the standard attire of young people: hair parted, white shirt tucked into trousers, a pair of broken sandals covering the feet, and socks must be worn.

As for toad mirrors, flared trousers, bat shirts, etc., they will not become a popular trend until the mid-1980s. At present, they are only seen occasionally in the capital, and they will be slandered by some experts.

Tsk tsk, if this group of people know, there will still be people going out on the streets with half-naked buttocks in another thirty years, I'm afraid they will be scared to death...

Xiao Xu, help me lift the prop.

coming!

He was thinking wildly, the rehearsal of the local opera was over, a big sister waved her hand, this guy ran to the stage, lifted the table and moved the stool very skillfully.

It's getting close to the end of get off work time, I just finished work here, and it's almost done there. He helped the teams pack up and stuffed them together into the small warehouse next to the stage.

Xu Fei was the youngest, but everyone was very polite, no matter how bad he was, he could say thank you. Of course it wasn't for him, it was for the old man and the uncle behind him.

But he didn't care, as soon as the hands of the old clock reached, Chi Liu got out of the auditorium and pushed out a brand new Phoenix from the carport. A few steps upside down on the two legs, and a stride up the body, that is called a chic.

Well, it's really chic to be able to ride a Phoenix all over the streets these days.

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Regarding the impression of an era, watching it on TV and seeing it with your own eyes are completely different things.

The sky is gray, industrial dust is floating everywhere, the streets are very wide, and bicycles line in the middle majesticly, because there are very few cars, only the tram tracks are laid straight.

Most of the buildings on both sides are low and old, densely covered with utility poles and wires. Tall buildings must be on the main road, and there must be a security guard box on the main road, and police uncles in white uniforms stand there.

Looking around, the crowd is also dark, blue, gray, black and white, with few bright colors.

Xu Fei rode his bike home, only to feel that he walked into frames of old photos, and everything he saw seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, which was unclear and unreal.

He turned a few streets and entered an alley, which was full of courtyards where two or three or four families lived together.

He stopped at the door of a house, pushed the car into the narrow passage like a doorway, and then walked in. Looking up, there was a communal kitchen, and there were two rooms on the left and right. Zhang on the left and Xu on the right both work in the Quyi Troupe.

Mom, I'm back!

Xu Fei raised the curtain and entered the room, found that no one was there, turned around, and heard a sound from the kitchen, You're back, what are you up to today?

What can I do, run errands and do odd jobs.

He went into the kitchen again, a middle-aged woman with a gentle face and a slender figure was washing rice and cooking.

The woman's name is Zhang Guiqin, a dancer of the Municipal Song and Dance Troupe. Now that she is old, she has retired to the second line, rarely on stage, and mainly does teaching work.

You're young and you just became a full-time employee, and you'll get better in the future. Oh, by the way, did you get paid today?

Uh, posted...

Xu Fei pouted, took out the envelope and handed it over.

Zhang Guiqin took out a small stack of money and counted it, thirty-four yuan. She left twenty yuan and returned the rest to her son, saying: Save some money, I don't know how to change it in the future. You haven't been on stage yet, even if you take you out, it's because of your father's face. The number of points, how long the ability is what matters.

alright, I got it!

He groaned twice, too lazy to continue, seeing that Zhang Guiqin had washed the rice, poured it into the big stove, and started adding firewood to the fire again, he couldn't help but said: Mom, let's buy a rice cooker and a gas tank.

Gas tank? That thing is not safe, it might blow up anytime soon.

Who told you that? Can an unsafe country be launched? They will be popular at one point, so you don't have to work so hard.

That's not okay, how much is a tank of gas, it's not worth it.

...

All right, Xu Fei kept silent.

In the early 1980s, gas tanks were still a novelty, and many people thought they were bombs, and they were relatively expensive. In the middle and late stages, urban residents began to use gas tanks in large quantities, and a new service industry was even derived.

This guy walked around the kitchen, gnawed a cucumber in his mouth, and asked casually, Where is my dad, why hasn't he come back yet?

I have something to do with your uncle, and I will have dinner here tonight.

Then I have to get some wine.

You child, you know that your uncle doesn't drink.

Zhang Guiqin knocked on him and thought about it: But there are no cigarettes at home, so you just go and buy a pack.

As she spoke, she rummaged through her pockets and took out a cigarette ticket. The black and white writing was extremely simple, and it was stamped with the Ancheng Commercial Bureau stamp.

These days, from rice to refined salt, from towels to batteries, from iron pots to umbrellas, from radios to bags, you have to pay for everything.

Especially for big-ticket items, such as bicycles, first you have to have a bicycle ticket, and then you have to prepare an industrial voucher. Industrial vouchers are issued in proportion to wages, with an average of one voucher for every 20 yuan, which has a wide range of applications.

These tickets have a certain monetary value, but they are not exactly currency. They are equivalent to a proof of purchase, and additional cash has to be paid.

Xu Fei took the voucher and went straight to the nearest state-run store to buy a pack of cigarettes.

Smelling all the way back, I happened to bump into two more in the alley, a fair and tall, who was the original owner's father, Xu Xiaowen.

The other one is not tall, his hair is combed meticulously, and he has a magical expression when he smiles. When he opened his mouth, there was a very distinctive drake voice:

Boy, where are you from?

(I ask kind people to help me make a cover, and add me to the group, thank you!)