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"dad!

Why did you come to pick me up?

Where's Mom?

Soon, as the school bell rang, Fang Shanglong ran out of the school gate with his schoolbag on his back.

Seeing Fang Xiang standing at the gate, she suddenly fell into his arms.

Unexpectedly, this kid was quite strong. Even after getting in the car, Fang Xiang still felt a dull pain in his ribs.

As soon as the car door was closed, the boy looked at the back seat.

When he found that Fang was the only one thinking about him, he threw his bag on the back seat and asked.

"Your mother is still at work and has no time to come.

Why? Don’t you usually go to and from school by yourself?

Are you unhappy that your mother won't come to pick you up?"

Fang Xiang turned the key and started the engine.

But now the streets and roadsides were full of children returning from school, so Fang Xiang was in no hurry to leave.

Just wait until there are fewer students.

"Wow! Fang Shanglong, your father really has a BMW?!"

Just when Fang was hesitating whether to light a cigarette.

Suddenly, a head popped in from the passenger window.

It seemed that he should be Fang Shanglong's classmate, looking at the decoration inside the car and Fang Xiang with curiosity.

"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I?

My dad came to pick me up today!"

Fang Shanglong had a smug expression on his face.

"Amazing!"

The classmate couldn't suppress the envy on his face at all.

"Is he your classmate? Where does he live? Do you want me to give him a ride?"

Fang Xiang looked at the two boys and immediately thought of his own childhood.

If I guessed correctly, it should be my son's playmate, so I asked with a smile.

“No need uncle, my home is a bit far and I have a bicycle.

I can ride my bike home by myself!"

When the classmate saw Fang wanted to ask him, he immediately replied loudly.

I didn't tell, he's not very old, and he speaks quite clearly.

Don’t look down on boys of this age, they are fearless.

But the parents and parents of my classmates are all like quails.

Many people often have trouble speaking clearly.

"I really envy you for having a father who drives a BMW.

I won’t talk to you anymore, I have to go home, see you tomorrow!"

After saying that, the boy greeted Fang Shanglong, waved his hand, and walked towards the wall of the roadside school.

There was a long row of bicycles parked sparsely next to the courtyard wall.

Basically they belong to students.

Although bicycles were still a rare item in the 80s.

But it’s not as exaggerated as it was in the 60s.

Besides, this is the capital after all.

In addition, No. 2 Middle School is also a century-old school and a key middle school.

Those who can come here to study are basically from well-off families or are children of various units.

Therefore, there are many families who can afford to buy a bicycle for their children.

“I want a bicycle, too.

This way I can get on and off the bike by myself in the future.”

Unexpectedly, after that classmate left, Fang Shanglong looked at the classmate pushing the bicycle with envy.

It is said that people who take the bus envy those who drive BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes on the road.

Those who drive BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes envy those who ride motorcycles and electric scooters.

But those who ride motorcycles and electric scooters can watch the young people walking in groups of three or four, making a lot of noise, but they don’t know what they are happy about.

There was envy in his eyes.

You see, this world is a cycle.

You envy me, I envy him, and he envy you.

Everyone has places and times that others envy, but they just don't realize it.

“Want a bike?

It’s not that I won’t buy it for you, but my home is so close.

Walking or running only takes a while.

you sure? "

Fang wanted to see the number of students at the school gate begin to decrease.

The road began to become a little emptier.

He shifted the car into forward gear, stepped on the accelerator, and turned onto the main road.

This car is a new generation that was just replaced at the end of last year and is equipped with Fang Xiang’s self-developed six-speed automatic transmission.

Although it is not as smooth as the later BMW models, its performance is also quite excellent.

In addition, it has a sleek and dynamic body shape that surpasses its contemporaries, and a newer and more luxurious interior.

After the process upgrade, the power is stronger and the fuel consumption is lower.

Once launched, it was immediately popular in the market.

The large number of orders even seemed to overwhelm overseas dealers.

The Mercedes-Benz 112S of the same period became unpopular almost in an instant.

Even if the classic Mercedes-Benz was launched ahead of schedule, Fang Xiang believed that Mercedes-Benz would not be able to make a comeback.

“But many of my classmates have bicycles.

They often give me a ride home from school.

I have told my mother several times.

My mother doesn’t buy it for me.

The reason is the same as yours, saying it’s close to home, so it’s not necessary.”

Although Fang Shanglong is only thirteen years old, perhaps because he was born in summer, he has a very extroverted personality.

Fang Xiang rarely goes home, so every time she comes back, she takes her two children out to play wildly.

So the two children talked to him about everything and told him all their little secrets.

"Okay!~

You just want a bicycle.

Dad will buy it for you!"

Fang Xiang listened to his son's complaints and realized that he just wanted a bicycle.

It doesn't cost much.

Although people in later generations have been talking about how poor boys and rich girls raise children.

But Fang Xiang travels away from home all year round and doesn't have much time to spend with his children.

Since my son has made the request, it’s not too much.

How could Fang Xiang refuse?

I immediately turned at the next intersection and headed straight for Wangfujing.

After finding a place to park the car, Fang Xiang took his son to the department store.

Today’s department stores are still packed with people, just like they were in the 1960s.

Fortunately, today is not the weekend and it’s just time to get off work.

So it wasn't too crowded at this time.

Fang Xiang and his son quickly walked to the first floor where bicycles were sold.

"Take a look, which one do you like?"

Fang Xiang stood in front of a pile of bicycles and pointed forward proudly.

“I want this one!”

Fang Shanglong was also decisive and walked directly to a Fei Ge brand women's bicycle.

Pointing at the bicycle, he said to Fang Xiang.

"How much does this one cost?"

Fang Xiang took a look and found that the bicycles today were not much different from the bicycles before.

It's nothing more than adding a frame in front of the women's bicycle.

Although this Fei Ge women's bicycle is still a bit big for Fang Shanglong.

But after all, a bicycle can still be ridden for many years.

When my son grows up, I will give it to my daughter to ride.

Get a bigger one for my son.

Or when he gets older and his driver's license is liberalized, it is not impossible to give him a car.

He looked up at the salesperson.

“168 with a ticket, 198 without a ticket.

Do you have a ticket?

Standing in front of Fang Xiang at this time was a middle-aged man who was about the same age as Fang Xiang.

Looking at Fang Xiang's expensive Zhongshan suit, he looked around with a smile.

Seeing that there was no one around, he whispered back.

"I don't have a ticket. Does this price include a number and a lock?"

Fang Xiang was stunned for a moment, and when he heard the salesperson's words, he remembered that he didn't have a bicycle ticket.

But then again, I started driving a car in 65.

I usually have a car to go wherever I go, so why would I keep a bicycle ticket?

The bicycle I bought was rarely ridden once a year.

Later, it was broken by force.

Seeing that the salesperson was selling tickets even though they didn't have any, Fang Xiang was too lazy to argue about it at this point.

But since I've added money, can't I pay separately for the account registration and lock?

"No, the registration and lock money are paid separately."

When the salesperson saw Fang wanted to say that there were no tickets, the smile on his face became even wider.

It is obvious that the tickets with extra money were made by him privately.

"Two hundred, bring your number and lock, and hurry up!"

Fang Xiang naturally saw this as well.

He pulled out a stack of big solidarity notes directly from his pocket (space) and clapped them in his hands.

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll get it done for you right away!"

When the middle-aged man saw the thick stack of banknotes in Fang Xiang's hand, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He nodded quickly and agreed.