That year the flowers bloomed 1981

Beijing, 9:15 am.

Lao Lu stood up from the chair in the communication room, stretched his arms and legs, and began to organize a wooden shelf specially designed to hold letters and telegrams.

There were still a few letters left on it, so Lao Lu made a special note of them. When the recipient came in after work in the afternoon, he would remind them to take away the letters.

Ling ring ring~

At nine twenty-five, the post office deliveryman arrived at the COFCO compound reception room on Lao Road on time.

Master Lu, are you free? Please help me!

The courier who delivered the letter was a young man. He was grinning and talking to Lao Lu while taking the parcel from his bicycle.

In fact, there are only a few kilograms of stuff in total. He just likes to be poor.

Lao Lu was very familiar with this monkey, and he immediately curled his lips and said, How can you tell I have some free time? I'm so busy, put down your things and leave quickly! Don't be in a state of confusion all day long.

Hey, if Mr. Lu doesn't have leisure time here, then there will be no leisure time in the whole capital.

You sit for a day and lie down for a day, and at the end of the month your monthly salary is higher than that of three of me. We are not so irritating.

The postman handed the parcel in through the window of the delivery room, and he couldn't stop complaining.

He works hard every day in wind and rain, and his monthly salary is twenty-two and a half yuan. He just sits in the reception room and enjoys his leisure time, and he gets seventy-three and six yuan a month. Do you think that's annoying?

Jealous of me? That's easy to handle!

Lao Lu rolled his eyes, pointed to the left side of his chest and said, I'll give you a punch here, and then you'll be able to get a hundred yuan when you're my age.

Okay, okay, I can't resist you, the deliveryman hurried away, muttering: I just didn't catch up with the good times, otherwise I would also get a special merit and let you see.

You fart! Get out of here!

The little deliveryman quickly got on his bicycle and was so scared that he peed his pants.

He just likes to tease old guys like Lao Lu to add some motivation to his boring life.

Lao Lu couldn't get over his anger even after cursing a few words. He muttered to himself while sorting out letters and parcels.

A good time? How dare you say that you are really good at it? I'll give your father and mother a tutu, and then I'll throw you into a pile of dead people to see if you still have a good time.

Two minutes later, Lao Lu organized the letters and parcels, and then wrote the names of the recipients on the small blackboard outside the delivery room to remind them to check them.

The postman is not allowed to enter this compound, and he will not deliver the letter to the door through his old route. If it disappears in the private mailbox, won't it cause conflicts between neighbors?

In five minutes, Lao Lu had finished most of his most important work of the day.

He made a cup of tea, picked up the newspaper that had just arrived, and began to enjoy his leisure time.

The monkey deliveryman was right, Lao Lu’s job was really relaxing.

Ever since he was shot in the chest decades ago, Lao Lu's body has been weakened and he has been in a state of being taken care of. He can choose any leisure work.

But if you are idle at work, your position will not be promoted. This will happen when you get old and fall into the job of looking after the door.

But don't look at this job of looking at the door. Some people are jealous.

Just in the past few months, a man named Mei came to No. 3 Courtyard next door. He felt that he was older than Lao Lu and wanted to switch with him. Let Lao Lu go to see No. 3 Courtyard while he went to see No. 1 Courtyard.

Lao Lu threw a chair at that person.

CNMB, you are too old to do this shit to me? You have shed sweat for XX, but I have shed blood!!!

Although they are both COFCO system compounds, there are hundreds of families living in No. 3 Courtyard, all of them are grandfathers of varying ages, along with their family members and relatives, so the relationship is extremely complicated.

Even if nothing happens all day long, does it bother you that there are so many people who have come down from the battlefield and can brag better than you?

The current No. 1 courtyard in Laolu is completely different.

There are eight families living in it, and the bigger the official, the less trouble there is, and the two sides basically don't talk to each other.

Usually Laolu is very leisurely, but he is indispensable for sharing things during the New Year and festivals. If you ask him to trade with Lao Mei, wouldn't you be a fool?

After two cups of strong tea, Lao Lu was in high spirits and bored, his eyes patrolling everywhere.

He is actually responsible for everything during the day. There are special security personnel in the compound at night, so if a mosquito flies over, he has to look at the male and female.

Leng Leng Leng~

A brand new bicycle drove out from the depths of the compound and parked staggeringly at the door of the reception room.

The little girl on the bicycle looked at the blackboard carefully twice before getting on the bicycle again and riding awkwardly out of the gate of the compound.

Lao Lu couldn't help but smile knowingly when he saw the little girl riding her bicycle up and down the small street outside the compound.

This girl just moved here. I heard that her parents are very capable, but it's obvious that life was very difficult in the first few years. When she first came here, she couldn't even ride a bicycle.

[Oh, this kid’s parents are really like that. Why would a girl get a 28-inch bumper for her? Isn’t it hard to buy a 26 Phoenix? 】

However, bitter children also have the advantage of bitter children, that is, they are resilient.

Under the hot summer sun, the ride lasted for two hours. There were two sacks on the back seat of the car, which seemed to weigh no less than one hundred kilograms.

This is training your leg strength!

These two calves are really long, straight, and strong, just like the health workers in the army back then.

Wen Leyu rode his bicycle for two hours at a stretch. He felt hungry, so he returned to his compound.

When passing by the door, she unconsciously glanced at the small blackboard again, feeling melancholy in her heart.

[It’s been a few days, why haven’t you received a letter yet? 】

However, apart from being melancholy, Wen Leyu also had some small expectations. He could already carry a hundred kilograms on his back. If he practiced for a few more days, he would be able to carry Li Ye all over the city.

Lao Lu in the communication room also noticed Wen Leyu's eyes. He really wanted to tell this little girl that he would send it to you as soon as he got your letter.

But in the end, Lao Lu didn't say much. People should be friendly, but they should be measured.

Tu tu tu tu tu tu tu~

The roar of a motorcycle sounded from the end of the side street, approaching quickly.

Lao Lu took a look and saw that he was a green knight with a green motorcycle that looked like a German soldier in the movie.

This is the post office's expedited telegram carrier.

In the 1970s and 1980s, there were two types of telegrams at the post office. One was the ordinary telegram. If you were lucky, it would be sent in the morning and delivered in the afternoon. If you were not lucky, it would be delivered the next day.

But expedited telegrams are different. They are delivered by dedicated motorcycle riders at any time. As long as you are willing to pay, the expedited telegram fee is not as simple as 10 or 20 cents.

Squeak~~

The green motorcycle braked suddenly and stopped handsomely at the door of the reception room on Laolu.

Wen Leyu heard the sound of braking and turned to look at the door of the compound. Unexpectedly, the handlebar shook and the bicycle suddenly fell to the ground.

When Lao Lu saw Wen Leyu falling to the ground, he immediately scolded the deliveryman angrily: What are you showing off? You're scaring the child, you know?

.

The postman blinked and didn't dare to reply.

The urgent telegram couriers of these days ride big motorcycles and wear goggles. They usually look so arrogant, but they can't do this job even if they don't have any connections.

But air also has its own place, and you can't be airy at the entrance of this compound.

There's an urgent telegram. It's a bit rushed. Please bear with me.

The courier handed a telegram to Lao Lu, asked him to sign for it, and then left.

Logically speaking, the urgent telegram needs to be delivered to the individual, but if he can't get in, he can only hand it over to Lao Lu.

Lao Lu took it over and took a look, then stretched his head out of the reception room and shouted to Wen Leyu who had just helped the car up.

Girl, your surname is Wen, right? There seems to be a telegram from your family.

Wen Leyu was stunned for a moment, quickly parked the bicycle with great difficulty, and then walked back quickly.

After taking the telegram, the cold little girl's mouth suddenly curved slightly.

[Why are you in such a hurry? Doesn’t it cost more to send an urgent telegram? 】

It only took a moment to blame and complain, and then Wen Leyu felt more relief and joy.

I hurriedly pushed the cart home and entered my room before opening the telegraph.

The 500-word telegram was shown in front of Wen Leyu, which surprised her for a long time.

This is not a telegram, this is obviously a letter!

After a while, Wen Leyu opened a locked drawer and took out a black leather diary.

On the first page of the diary, I wrote a very literary poem.

On the second page, there are action memos one by one from top to bottom.

1: Take him to see Tiananmen Square and go shopping in Houhai.

2: Take him to the National Library and the Beijing Planetarium.

3: Take him to visit Huguo Temple and treat him to his favorite snacks. (three days)

4: Take him to a friendship store and give him a small gift. (35 foreign exchange coupons)

6:.

Wen Leyu took out his pen and carefully updated one of the memos.

10: Have a good talk with him. Don’t allow wanton waste and learn to be frugal.

After writing this, Wen Leyu was silent for a moment, added a bracket after the word frugal, and wrote the words (Only when you know your mistakes and can correct them, you will be a man),

Then Xiao Nizi nodded with satisfaction, smiled again, and locked the black leather diary again.

After doing all this, Wen Leyu started to read the telegram. It was strange to say that the moment she got the telegram, she could not wait to read it carefully at the door of the compound.

But after getting it, I became more and more calm.

[Classmate Xiaoyu, I’m really sorry. I went to visit the great rivers and mountains of my motherland some time ago, and I just saw your letter today]

At the beginning of the telegram, Wen Leyu used an unexpected way of addressing him.

You said he was close, right? He calls his classmate, tell me his birth date! He also calls himself Xiao Yu, which is very contradictory.

And this kind of small contradiction is not uncommon in messages of four to five hundred words.

Wen Leyu herself didn't notice that as she read the telegram, her newly condensed peaceful mood rippled slightly like a stream of spring water under the warm wind.

When he saw the last sentence, Wen Leyu was stunned.

How did he know I was 37 feet?

Wen Leyu was surprised not without reason.

Because she and her mother had a very hard life in the past few years, all the cloth shoes on her feet were made for her by Teacher Ke.

To be durable, this kind of cloth shoes must be slightly larger and lined with thick cloth or cotton several times at the front.

If they were made to fit perfectly, it might not take a few months before Wen Leyu's big toe would burst the shoe.

So Wen Leyu was very surprised. How did Li Ye see through her 38's shoes that there were a pair of 37's feet?

A faint blush appeared on Xiao Nizi's cheeks, just like the peach blossoms in spring, blooming tenderly.

. . . . . .

Xiaoyu, are you riding a bicycle again?

A call from the door woke up Wen Leyu, who had been quiet for who knows how long.

She quickly put the telegram away before going out to the living room.

Teacher Ke was carrying a large bag of things and had just come in to change his shoes.

Wen Leyu hurriedly took it and asked smoothly: Mom, why did you come back at noon?

Teacher Ke said with a smile: I went to a meeting outside Jianguomen today and bought some things by the way. I will go back in the afternoon.

Oh, then I'm going to cook. Let's eat tomato and egg noodles!

No, I bought some cooked food. Let's just deal with it. You try which of these two pairs of shoes fits first, and I can take them back and change them later.

Teacher Ke took out two shoe boxes and handed them to Wen Leyu.

Wen Leyu opened it and said in surprise: High heels? Mom, why did you buy me these?

Teacher Ke said funnyly: You're still asking me? Yesterday Xiaoqin came over and you stared at the shoes on her feet. Why did you forget it today?

I just want to take a look

Wen Leyu murmured a few words in a low voice, and while trying on the shoes, a small thing suddenly rang out.

One night a few months ago, at the Erliang Store in Qingshui County, Wen Leyu forgot something and went back to get it.

Then I heard Jin Peng, Li Dayong and Li Ye discussing excitedly about the charm of high heels.

As a result, a childhood friend came to see Wen Leyu yesterday. He was wearing a pair of beautiful high heels. Wen Leyu naturally took a second look.

Teacher Ke, who had always felt that he owed his daughter, saw it and bought it back today.

Buy one pair or two pairs, one pair is 37, one pair is 38.

Wen Leyu tried them on separately and found that the 37-inch size was the most comfortable. It was a little bigger and just enough not to squeeze the feet.

For someone as tall as you, your 37-foot-tall shoes are really big. It's really rare.

Teacher Ke smiled, put away 38's shoes and prepared to go back, then he saw Wen Leyu's face was slightly red.

What's wrong, Xiaoyu, are you feeling uncomfortable?

No, I just felt a little out of breath while riding a bicycle.

Oh~~

Teacher Ke squinted at his daughter and suddenly asked, Is there a letter from Li Ye?

.

Wen Leyu, who was not his opponent, was stunned for a second, then smiled and said: No, just a telegram came.

Oh~~~

Teacher Ke drew out his voice, which made his daughter angry.