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After all, this year's understanding of portrait rights has not been so deep. He Songbai found his photo in the photo studio, and all he could do was buy it at double the cost.
Fortunately, the manager was still the manager of the year, and there was no change.
He asked people to take down the pictures on the wall and only charged the original price of the year.
He asked He Songbai jokingly: "What about that girl?"
"Is it your wife now?"
He Songbai responded vaguely, fearing that others would ask more.After taking the photo, he carefully put it into his arms, and soon plunged into the cold.
The first snow in winter came one after another.
He Songbai opened his umbrella and walked slowly.
Finally he walked to a place where no one knew him anymore, and then took out the photo to take a closer look. His fingertips touched the yellowed photo. She was immature and beautiful in the photo, wearing a white shirt and almost dazzling with pale skin.She picked up the flowers on the ground and sniffed her head, striking at He Songbai's heart.Sour and bitter...
It was seven or six years when this photo was taken, and it is now the winter of 1980.He was still a poor boy, and her smile was so clear, the time passed too fast, and four years had passed since the blink of an eye.
Snow flakes reached his eyelashes and was melted into water by the heat he exhaled.
I don't know who released the record on the street, "Why the long spring breeze is blowing late."
"Why the autumn rain hits the treetops."
He touched the photo again. The two men and women in the trance photo gradually faded into another person.
The woman who smelled the fragrant flowers under the hibiscus tree was gone, leaving only a young, serious young man.
He Songbai rubbed his eyes and rubbed his fingertips hard.
"Oh... Boss He, get in the car!"
"I'm so entertained, I didn't send you back to the hotel!"
Lao Jin, the manager of the S City Sanitary Ware Company, who had just discussed business with him, stopped the car and put He Songbo on.
Lao Jin pressed the pause button of the radio and changed a song.
"Green grass and white mist."
"There is a beautiful woman on the water side."
From the radio came a long and graceful singing, very quiet and beautiful.The singing voice seems to be overrun by spring rain, smooth and ethereal, like the cool breeze of winter, refreshing the heart and soul.
This familiar melody made He Songbai immersed in the changes in the photos.
It once floated in the valley countless times. When he first heard about it, Zhao Lanxiang discovered that he went to the pig farm to work, and he was in tears.On his way back to the county town after delivering the pork, she sang it over and over again behind his bicycle seat.
Now listening to it again, He Songbai seems to be able to smell the smell after rain washing the mountains.
He said, "This song is nice."
Lao Jin is a music enthusiast. He heard He Songbai's praise, and his face glowed with a glorious red light.
He said: "Teng Lijun's song has a different taste."
"Did you listen to this album for the first time, just released this spring, I thought your student baby would have heard ears cocoon..."
He Songbai heard this and paused for a long time.
He asked, "Is it, just released this spring?"
Lao Jin patted his chest and said, "Don't look at me as a rude man, without culture, but just like this one. Do you recognize Teresa Teng? The singer on the other side of the strait used to be a banned song and she was not allowed to listen. What's it called, ah...the sound of obsession..."
"Hi, fortunately the times are different."
Lao Jinwu said to himself that after the release of "On the Water Side", he turned his head inadvertently and saw the red eyes of the man in the back seat abruptly.
He silently parked the car on the side of the road, "Why, still crying?"
Nothing happened. Lao Jin was the first to meet the person who heard tears from Teresa Teng, still a man.He was the first to encounter such a rare event.
He opened the car window and smoked a cigarette.
Under the haze of smoke in the car, he glanced at the picture pinched in the young man's hand.
He said, "You look pretty, who are you?"
He Songbai said: "Sorry, I'm leaving here tomorrow. I will let my partner talk with you in detail for the next details."
Lao Jin asked, "Where are you going?"
"Find me."
Lao Jin smiled with tolerance, he said: "Go, there is only one object, there are thousands of business orders..."
"No wonder listening to a song can still make people cry!"
Lao Jin watched the youth get off and returned to the hotel.
...
After He Songbai returned to the hotel, he did not take a rest. Instead, he bought a vinyl record released by Teresa Teng in the spring of 1980 and borrowed the only gramophone in the hotel.While he was running, he also heard about the life story of this female singer,
In the dark dusk, he lit a table lamp and listened quietly to the beautiful and long songs in the gramophone.
I sang one song after another, but he kept rewinding the record and only listening to that one.
Zhao Lanxiang nodded when she heard the words. She picked up her coat, put on her coat and put on her hat to face the cold, and walked back home.
There are still popular songs on the street, and the obsessive voice is fascinating.When she got home, she took out the key and hummed a few words in her mouth.
"I would like to go down the river and find her direction."
"But it seems that she is in the middle of the water."
The house was bought by her newly, not far from Z Da, so that she could settle down.When Zhao Lanxiang was a freshman, she chose a design major she was familiar with. The content was all learned before, and the coursework was very easy.The school's teachers also supported her self-employment, and the fake notes were basically approved.
The key was inserted into the keyhole, and a slight biting lock sounded, and she pushed the door open.As she turned and closed the door, her eyes suddenly froze.
The key in her hand fell to the ground, and the beautiful and ethereal female voice on the street was still rippling.
"There is a beautiful woman-on the water side -"
The man was wearing a black trench coat, with a spirit and a cool temperament.His dark eyes are like cold lakes, and the deep is invisible.Only the moment she closed the door, there was a little ripple.
He stretched a leg to block the closed door, and pushed her shoulder into the room quickly. His rough thumb laid on her shoulder coolly, and there was a feeling of numbness and electrification.
Zhao Lanxiang frowned.
He Songbai closed the door with a bang.His slightly raised lip line was so sexy that he wanted to kiss, but he squeezed up and pulled off a menacing arc.
He asked: "Singed the song released in 1980 in 1976?"
"In 1976, you know that speculation is not embarrassing, and let me endure for a few years?"
"You knew you had to take the college entrance examination in spring 77?"
"The big sister's misfortune in 1978, how did you guess right away?"
"Why are you so curious about Granny?"
"Why do you live in my house?"
"Why is it so good to me?"
"why me?"
He asked a question more fiercely than one. He pressed her shoulders with both hands, his eyes were red, and his teeth were biting tightly. In the next second, she will be able to open her mouth and eat her bones.
That's right, He Songbai's eyes are full of aggression.
His unwillingness and anger, suppressed for two years, all broke out this year.
He finally asked: "What is your relationship with Jiang Jianjun?"
Zhao Lanxiang lowered her head and smiled, "It doesn't matter."
"What's the relationship?"
"I--say, it doesn't matter."
After he froze for a moment, she set aside his hands and took off her sweaty coat.
Zhao Lanxiang poured him a glass of honey water, she leaned over her thumb and twirled, and the gramophone continued to turn up, and the fascination of this era was rippling in the room.
"Green grass--white mist--"
He Songbai stared blankly at his photographed hands, his thin lips pursed again.
He said: "The Cowherd secretly hid her clothes in order to retain the Weaver."
He walked towards her step by step and hugged her in his arms, "I was thinking, if I ruthlessly left your chastity, would you still follow him?"
He Songbai bowed her head and bit her lip, the violent emotions accumulated day and night, like the flood of the embankment, broke out at this moment.
He pressed hard almost like rubbing her into the flesh, never separating again.
Zhao Lanxiang held his tight muscles tightly, her thumb explored to take off his clothes, she blinked and sighed at him.
"I can keep it this time."
This sentence seemed to engulf He Songbai's intellect, like a spring rain pouring into sleepless nights, he suddenly had a dragon and a tiger, and stimulated his blood to flow backward.
He tasted her lips vaguely, kissed her on the sofa, kissed her at the table, put her neat hair down.She kissed and darted into her clothes, her thumb pinching her beautiful softness.In the end he couldn't help but hugged her into the only bed in the room, kissed slowly from her lips, spread to the neck, and unfastened her clothes with her teeth.His aggressiveness seemed to confide in the anger and grievances of the past few years.
He yanked off the sweater on her body, biting her snow-white buttermilk through a thin bra and buried it in her warm chest.
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help groaning.
He Songbai quickly took off herself and was close to her skin. The hot body temperature was so hot that the woman's cheeks were pink and she couldn't stop trembling.
He sighed with a deep sigh, and imprinted the traces of sakura on her skin as white as a white pear.
"I already wanted to do this, thousands of times."
He supported his hard object and slowly penetrated into her body. The soft spring water wrapped him, and his spine was stimulated as if it was penetrated by a crackling current. Kissed her to the ground, sucking her tears from the pain.Coax her to let her relax and relax more, not to bite so tightly.
He Songbai slowly moved when she adjusted to his invasion.
...
From the moon star sparse to the rise of early sun, the interior is full of spring.
The alarm sounded at seven o'clock in the morning, and He Songbai opened her sleepy eyes, stretched out an iron arm from the warm bed, and drank the honey water that she did not drink yesterday.
He kissed his partner's eyes, "You are my woman."
"And I am your man."
He threw the glass heavily on the table, shouting loudly like an oath: "I said, I'll endure a year, I want to be your man!"