At noon the next day, Liu Qingshan carried a load and led his grandfather, sweating all over his body, off the green train and out of the crowded Chuncheng Railway Station.

Compared with county towns, provincial capital cities like Chuncheng are a bit more colorful: people coming and going are more colorfully dressed, and there are many young girls and young wives wearing long dresses.

In addition to buses, there are also some green Jiefang trucks on the road, and occasionally black cars can be seen, attracting envious glances from people.

There are more buildings on both sides of the road, and the shop signs are also colorful.

If what you see in Jiapigou and Qingshan Commune is a black and white photo, then Spring City has been replaced by a color photo, and it will become more and more colorful.

"The city is much more lively than before."

Although grandpa couldn't see clearly, the sound of vehicle horns and the noisy crowd came to his ears, which still made the old man sigh.

The old man is not a small farmer who has never been to the city in his life. He has eaten and seen it before.

"Master, drink some water first."

Liu Qingshan put down the bag, took off the military green water bottle slung across his body, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to his grandfather.

In this era, almost every household has a kettle of this kind.

After taking two sips of water, the old man handed it back. Liu Qingshan tilted his neck towards the spout and drank it all.

"Do you want to take a car?"

There was a voice coming from the side. Liu Qingshan turned around and saw that it was a tricycle rider. It seemed that this era was really about to wake up.

Although I really want to sit down, the money in my pocket doesn't allow it.

The total cost is only about thirty yuan. The round trip fare plus food and accommodation is enough for the two of us to stay in Spring City for three to five days. We really have to spend our money carefully.

"Uncle, thank you, we won't take the car."

Liu Qingshan smiled at the middle-aged man pedaling and asked again: "Uncle, how do I get to Chaoyang Park?"

The people at this time were still very honest. Although they didn't get any business, the other party still introduced the route in detail, including how to take the bus and how to walk.

Liu Qingshan bowed and thanked him repeatedly. If this happened in future generations, if you asked the taxi driver, he might have sent you to the North Pole.

Carrying the load and continuing on the road, I finally saw a bus stop with a large group of people waiting for the bus.

Liu Qingshan led his grandfather over. As soon as he put down his burden, a horn sounded not far away, indicating that the bus was arriving.

Everyone rushed forward one after another, almost causing Liu Shikui, who was caught off guard, to stumble.

"Hey, hey, why are you squeezing? You are rushing to reincarnate. Didn't you see that there is an uncle here?"

A slightly high-pitched voice rang out from the crowd

The people around him subconsciously gave way, while Liu Qingshan leaned on a pole and walked around, unable to help but reveal a smile on his lips.

Opposite me were two young men dressed in "different" styles, a man and a woman. They were both wearing bell-bottom trousers, which were tight at the top and wide at the bottom. Their buttocks were tight. When they reached the trouser legs, they suddenly let go. The trouser legs were a full foot long, like a big bell mouth.

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The two men had black toad glasses stuck on their noses. The young man had his hair combed into a four- to six-part style and his hair was shiny. It looked like he had applied a lot of oil on his hair.

There is a nursery rhyme that goes: With a big back and two ounces of oil, you won’t have to worry about getting a wife.

The young woman was also more fashionable, with long shawl hair, big waves, and red lips.

It's just a little too red, as if I just drank pig blood and didn't wipe my mouth.

Liu Qingshan, on the other hand, was wearing cloth shoes, blue cloth trousers with patches, a shabby vest on his upper body, and a coarse cloth coat on his shoulders.

Just now I was carrying a load, and when I saw it, I saw a countryman coming into the city.

These two types of people are exactly the representatives of this era.

In this era, bell-bottom pants, floral shirts, toad glasses, and a Sanyang tape recorder on your shoulders are considered deviant and delinquent young people in the eyes of most people.

In fact, it is just the beginning of young people's pursuit of freedom and liberation, so there is no need to make a fuss about it.

Moreover, since the other party helped me speak, I naturally wanted to thank him.

So Liu Qingshan grinned, showing his white teeth, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you!"

"Hey, you're welcome!"

The young man waved his hand and said disapprovingly.

"Brother, your outfits are so cool!" Liu Qingshan raised his hand and said.

cool?

The young man took off his sunglasses, put them in his shirt pocket, and asked a little confused: "What does cool mean? Are you scolding us or praising us?"

The young woman also blinked. Is this the dialect spoken there?

Liu Qingshan laughed and said: "This cool is the transliteration of the English COOL, which is very popular in the United States."

"The original meaning is cold, and it is extended to mean cold and cold. You can just understand it as handsome. Mike Harris should have seen it, and people call it cool!"

Mike Harris was the protagonist of the popular American TV series "Atlantic" and was the idol of the youth at that time.

The set of bell-bottom pants and toad mirrors was mainly passed down from this person.

The two young men and women were a little dazed by his talk. He was speaking in American and English, so they were a little overwhelmed.

"Hey, that's right, bro, I'm so cool, I'm so cool!" The young man thought he was very cool and shook his hair.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand and said: "No, no, brother, you have to say it's so cool."

"Dead, no good, no good, not auspicious at all."

The young man was not very receptive and kept shaking his head. His words sounded like he was going to shoot someone, which was very unlucky.

"People in Hong Kong and Taiwan say so. For example, the songs of Teresa Teng and Liu Wenzheng are so cool!"

Liu Qingshan said seriously.

The young man murmured: "It's so cool. Well, I've found some feeling. Xiaomei, take a look at what I'm wearing. Isn't it so cool?"

The young woman smiled sweetly and said: "De Xing, I think you are about to be killed!"

Seeing that the bus was about to pull into the stop, Liu Qingshan waved his hand, supported the old man and said: "Brother, see you later, we are getting on the bus."

After getting on the bus, Liu Qingshan took out a dime and was about to buy a ticket when someone behind him whistled, then handed over a few monthly passes and waved them in front of the conductor's eyes.

"Count it on me!"

When I looked back, I saw that it was the cool and smoking young man just now.

Liu Qingshan smiled and said: "Brother, thank you!"

The young man raised his chin and began to squeeze in.

The bus was packed like a can of fish and there were no seats at all.

The guy raised his finger and pointed at the two young people sitting there and shouted: "Hey, hey, I have some eyesight. I didn't see any old people. Give up your seat."

His tone was very arrogant. When the two young men saw his behavior, we didn't dare to offend him and stood up obediently.

Liu Qingshan nodded to them and thanked them, then helped his grandfather to sit down. As for the other seat, it belonged to the young woman.

The young man stood there, holding the armrest with one hand, throwing one leg in front, with his heel on the ground, exposing his big leather shoes with pointed toes, rocking back and forth, and whistling. Seeing this, the passengers around him subconsciously gave in.

"Brother, you're playing "Sweet Honey" out of tune."

Liu Qingshan felt uncomfortable hearing him whistle and couldn't help but remind him in a low voice.

"Hey, you also know that this is "Sweet Honey". Are you really from the countryside?"

The young man raised his eyebrows and asked slightly doubtfully.

"I said I came from Guangdong, how do you believe it?"

Liu Qingshan deliberately showed off the smell of dirt, which made the young man laugh.

But this remark didn't start well. As soon as he heard Guangdong, the young man felt as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. He swayed even more on his toes and started singing Cantonese songs.

It wasn't that the car was crowded, maybe everyone jumped on it.

"Brother, please stop singing. People need money to sing, but your singing will cost you your life."

Liu Qingshan really couldn't listen anymore.

In this era, when northerners sing Cantonese songs, most of them use Mandarin homophones to mark them. It’s strange that they can’t standardize them.

Phew!

The young woman named Xiaomei was drinking orange soda, and she suddenly squirted. She quickly took out a handkerchief and covered her mouth, her shoulders still shaking.

The young man was also a little annoyed at being said, and muttered: "You can come here if you know how!"

"This car is open, it's not a place for singing."

Liu Qingshan shook his head and refused.

But the young man refused and said that they would also get off the car at Chaoyang Park and hold a dance party in the park. He insisted that Liu Qingshan get off the car and sing to him what the Cantonese tune was.

The reason why Liu Qingshan went to Chaoyang Park was because he knew that this was a distribution center for Clivia.

After sitting for a few stops, it was time to get off the bus. Without Liu Qingshan, Xiaomei helped the old man get off the bus, but she didn't forget to say: "Little brother, don't just talk and don't practice your tricks."
To be continued...