The Pentium Era - South to North

Feng Xiangnan went downstairs, constantly looking behind him, and walked to the courtyard door of the cultural system dormitory. After confirming that neither Tan Shuzhen nor her grandparents followed him down, Feng Xiangnan immediately started running.

The small bag she was carrying slapped her ass.

They are going back to Hangzhou in the afternoon. This is Feng Xiangnan's last chance. If she doesn't see her today, she won't be able to see her father for a year. The most important thing is that Feng Xiangnan knows that her father must be waiting for her. He has been waiting every day, from the second day of the new year until now.

Because in the past, Uncle Frog took her to see her father, but there was no time. The earliest he went was on the second day of the Lunar New Year, and the latest, it seems, was the sixth and seventh day of the Lunar New Year. Anyway, as long as Uncle Frog took her back to Yongcheng, Whenever he is free, he will take her to see his father.

Feng Xiangnan knew how to walk from here to Wu Opera Troupe. In fact, it was only a twenty-minute walk. But to a child, the distance seemed elongated and felt very far. She had to run from time to time to get there, otherwise it would take too long If it takes too long, mom and the others will come down to find her.

There are no buses or taxis in Yongcheng, only rickshaws pulled by people. Feng Xiangnan didn't dare to sit on them. She always felt that if she got on one, she would be dragged to an unknown place. She still had money on her, Feng Xiangnan I decided to just walk there. If that didn’t work, I would ask others. In a place as small as Yongcheng, who wouldn’t know about the Wu Opera Troupe?

Feng Xiangnan was deeply impressed by Gao Hong from the Wu Opera Troupe. Although most of her childhood memories were blurred, she still remembered some clearly. She remembered that not only her father was in the troupe, but her mother was also an actor in the troupe. Xiao Wu My uncle is also in the troupe.

It is said that Uncle Zhang Chen and Uncle Zhanzi were also members of the troupe before, but this is just a rumor. She has not seen them in the troupe, but she has met Uncle Xiao Wu.

Entering from the Gaofang is a mountain col. Going to the end of this mountain col is their previous home. Now his father still lives there. Xiang Nan doesn't know why his father and mother separated. Anyway, they are no longer together.

From the time Xiang Nan was very young, she knew that her mother had always looked down on her father and refused to care about him. In fact, her father still liked her very much. There were so many nights when her mother went to the cultural center to perform. When she didn't come home, her father would hold her in his arms. She had been standing in front of the window, looking at the road coming in from below and the three street lights coming from far and near.

Yes, Xiang Nan clearly remembered that there were only three street lights on that road, and there was darkness in the middle of the three street lights.

The farthest one is almost at the intersection outside, to Gaofang of the Wu Opera Troupe. There is another one in the middle, and the nearest one is at the intersection of the Shangyue Opera Troupe. This long slope reaches the bottom, and is almost to the Yue Opera Troupe. During the troupe, the slope suddenly became much steeper.

During the day, her father held her in his arms and looked out the window. She saw many people, with their heads buried and pedaling hard, riding in from the outside with great difficulty. After riding here, she still had to get off. After getting out of the car and pushing the bicycle up, everyone who came up was panting and looking very embarrassed. Xiang Nan looked at them and almost laughed.

Xiang Nan remembered that among all the people, only one person could ride his bicycle all the way in from the outside. He didn't get off the bike when he reached this steep slope and pedaled hard. Although it was a bit difficult, he could always ride up in the end.

That is Uncle Xiao Wu.

No matter whether her father or mother is holding her and standing in front of the window, as long as they see Uncle Xiao Wu coming in from the outside, they will stand in front of the window and keep watching. When Uncle Xiao Wu goes up the steep slope, no matter it is Both father and mother will shout, "Come on Xiaowu!"

Uncle Xiao Wu would always raise his head at this time, look up, smile, kick a few times, and go up the slope.

After a while, Uncle Xiao Wu's voice will be heard in the corridor outside the door, either Uncle Lao Gui or Sister Shuzhen. When Xiao Wu comes to this mountain col, he must be at their house and will not go anywhere else. of people.

What Xiang Nan still can't figure out to this day is why Uncle Xiao Wu calls her father, uncle, and mother, sister. Many people in the troupe seem to call her that way, even those who are older than father. Call me Dad, Uncle Lao Gui.

Xiang Nan remembered that at night, her father would hold her like this and stand at the window waiting for her mother, but he never waited. When her mother came back every day, Xiang Nan was already asleep, but she could hear them vaguely. From the sound, she could feel her mother kissing her, it was tickling, and she knew her mother was back, so she would laugh with her eyes closed.

Mom and Dad have never had an easy time together like Uncle Zhang Chen and Aunt Xiao Zhao. Why, Xiang Nan doesn't know, but she knows that her mother has always looked down on her father. This is always the case at home. Only when her mother talks about her father, there is no father. When talking about mother or something.

Mom and Dad don't seem to quarrel. Mom doesn't talk much about Dad, just a few sentences, and sometimes she rolls her eyes at Dad, and Dad stops talking, or leaves the house. go out.

But every time his father went out, Xiang Nan knew that he actually had no other place to go. He just walked to Gaoham and sat down in his own office, as if the office was his home.

It's the same every time Xiang Nan comes with Uncle Frog. No matter it's morning or afternoon, as long as he walks to that office, he can always see his father sitting in the office. It was like this last year, and it's like this this year. After a year, It's like a day has passed. Dad seems to wear the same clothes every year.

Walking southward alone along Xin'an Avenue, she was very sure that her father would still be in the office at this time. He would never be absent.

When she thought of her father waiting for her and her mother and grandparents looking for her, Xiang Nan couldn't help but start running. When she got tired, she kept walking.

She stopped running southward. When she started running, the small bag she was carrying slapped her butt. When she stopped running, it stopped making noise.

When she reached the three-way intersection, Xiangnan breathed a sigh of relief. She stood and took a look. That's right, it was right here. Opposite was the gate of West Zhejiang Electric Power School. Turn right into this intersection. On the left is Yongcheng Electric Power Bureau. On the right is the forestry station.

Turning south and turning right, the entire road was covered by plane trees. However, at this time, there were not as many leaves on the trees as there were on the ground. The leaves that fell on the ground were curled up like Each is a small fist, and when there is wind, they roll along the ground.

Xiang Nan likes to chase them the most, stepping on them one by one. When he steps on them, the fist will break and make a slight "thump" sound.

Enter this road, turn left, then turn right, and you will see the back road. Standing on the back road, you can see the Gao Hong on the opposite side. You can see the two trees on the Gao Hong. One is a camphor tree. , I know Xiangnan, whether it is "Splendid Home", Peach Blossom Spring, or their school, there are such tall and big camphor trees.

There is also a tree that Xiangnan doesn’t recognize. Except here, they also grow on both sides of the Yongcheng section of National Highway 320. But you can’t see them after leaving Yongcheng. Xiangnan has never seen them in Hangcheng. they.

This tree looks a bit strange. It is bare and has no leaves. Every branch of it is crooked and it looks very unhappy.

Standing at the intersection to look at the south, she saw a wooden house on the back side of the road. It was a small shop, and the shop was still open.

As Xiang Nan walked over, she saw a lot of cigarettes placed in the glass counter of the small shop. Xiang Nan didn't know, so she asked the uncle who was looking after the shop. She said:

"Uncle, which of the cigarettes you have here is the highest quality?"

The uncle pointed at a pack of red cigarettes on the counter and told her this. Xiang Nan saw that underneath the cigarette was a golden Tiananmen Square with two white characters on it. The one in the front was "中" and the one in the back was "中". Like the "bi" of graduation, the "grass" of grass, and the "revolution" of revolution.

Xiang Nan asked: "Uncle, what kind of cigarette is this?"

"China." said the uncle selling cigarettes.

Xiang Nan couldn't help laughing. She said, this is the word "华". Who wrote it? It was so ugly and wrong. Give it to our teacher. The teacher will definitely make a big cross.

The uncle also laughed. He tilted his head and said, "It doesn't look good."

"Uncle, how much does a pack of these cigarettes cost?"

"28."

"Then what if I buy a lot, like ten packs?" Xiang Nan asked.

The uncle who sold cigarettes smiled: "That's one piece, two hundred and eighty-one."

Xiang Nan immediately said: "That's not cheap, it's still 28 a pack."

"Yes, the price of a pack of cigarettes is the same as a pack of cigarettes."

Xiang Nan sighed and she said okay, then you can get me one.

The uncle selling cigarettes was startled and asked, "Little girl, what do you want cigarettes for?"

"Giving it away?"

"To whom?"

Xiang Nan pointed to Gaofang on the opposite side and said to him, "The people up there."

"From the Wu Opera Troupe? People from the Wu Opera Troupe don't smoke Chinese. They smoke this." The uncle selling cigarettes pointed at Ashima at the counter and said.

"How much does this cost?" Xiang Nan asked.

"35."

"Didn't you say before that China is already the highest level?"

Xiang Nan looked at him and asked. The cigarette seller knew that she had misunderstood and quickly said: "35 is a piece, and a pack is three and a half yuan."

"Then I don't want it. I still want the highest grade Chinese."

"You...by the way, what you want to give as a gift, who is this person? Your teacher? Does he teach you how to play the erhu or sing?"

In the past few years, people from the troupe have also brought students. Indeed, some parents of students brought their children to buy things from him. He thought that this little girl probably came here to study or something.

Xiang Nan shook his head: "It's my dad."

"Your father?" The cigarette seller was surprised, "Who is your father in the troupe?"

People from the troupe usually bought cigarettes, wine, salt, sugar, sauce and vinegar from him. He couldn't figure out whose daughter this could be. He had never seen such a smart and beautiful little girl before. If he had ever seen such a smart and beautiful little girl, , I will definitely remember it.

Xiang Nan almost blurted out "Feng Laogui", but as soon as the words came to her lips, she stopped immediately. She remembered that if she opened a store here, she must know her father. Anyone who knows her father must also know her mother, Tan Shuzhen. What if she says she is Feng Laogui's daughter and this person goes to tell her mother?

Xiang Nan said: "My dad is my dad. Give me the cigarettes. I have money."

Xiang Nan said, patted the bag on his body, then turned around with his back to the cigarette seller, and took out three hundred yuan from the bag.

Xiang Nan turned around and handed it to the cigarette seller. The cigarette seller was embarrassed. He thought for a moment and said to Xiang Nan:

"Little girl, your dad can't smoke such good cigarettes. You don't smoke these cigarettes yourself, you buy them as gifts. So, you want to buy this for your dad, okay? Liqun, it's fifteen yuan a piece. Bao, this is already the second-grade cigarette."

While Xiang Nan was still hesitating, the uncle who sold the cigarettes said, "Well, after you buy it, if your father thinks you didn't buy it right, how about you ask him to come over and exchange it, just across the road."

Xiang Nan thought for a while and she said okay, then you give me two, the money is just right.

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