132 Chapter 132

The railway station in Spring City is a brick-concrete structure built before liberation.

Comparing the two provincial capitals, Bingcheng is at least ten years ahead of Chuncheng.

But the temperature in Spring City is obviously higher than that in Bingcheng.There is an old saying that the Han people do not leave the pass, which means that the Han civilization has always been inside the pass, and the land outside the pass has not been valued in the past.This also has a lot to do with the climate.

As soon as they left the platform, a group of people felt the warmth of their hometown.

Two cities, one is called Chuncheng and the other is Bingcheng, it really makes sense!

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Cheng Yongxing and a group of high school classmates live in the suburbs of the city and need to reverse the car three times.

No one had lunch, but the young people didn't take it seriously, and no one suggested stopping to eat something first.

One of the more famous things in Spring City is the tram.

The students squeezed onto the 51 tram with gusto.A group of people huffed and filled the car in a blink of an eye.

The current carriage conditions are not so friendly.The car windows were not well sealed. In the winter, sitting on the edge of the cold iron, Cheng Yongxing immediately felt the coolness of his heart.

Seeing the fate of the line to be demolished in two years, Cheng Yongxing did not complain.

It's a pity that this city's name card.

In the sound of banging, banging, the tram, full of history and future, slowly left the platform.

As everyone changes cars, the accompanying team is gradually shrinking.Many people got off the car midway, got home, or reversed another car.

Sitting at the end, only Cheng Yongxing was left in the carriage. In the cold weather, holding a package alone, following the light sway of the bus, he marched towards the suburbs.

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The place to get off is a farmers' market.

Although it is not a weekend, there are still a few idlers in the farmers market.There is no plan for this market, and everyone spontaneously surrounds them in several rows.

In winter, there are a lot fewer people in the market.In a few small sheds, there are just a few items sold, such as cabbage, tofu, potatoes, green onions, etc.

Greenhouse vegetables are still not popular, and the time for planting in the Northeast is very short, and the time for vegetables to market is very concentrated.As a result, there are no vegetables for most of the year, but when there are vegetables, I can’t finish them.

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The factory’s residential area is just behind the farmers’ market.The family buildings are all exactly the same matchboxes, red brick buildings, 5 stories high, and they all look the same.

Cheng Yongxing's home is in the second row, second floor.Due to the shelter of the front building, in winter, it is difficult to see the sun even in the south-facing house, which makes my father who loves growing flowers dissatisfied and regrettable.

The flowers grown at home are mainly Clivia.Clivia fever once brought a deep mark to this city.At the very least, the habit of growing flowers for urban residents has been cultivated.

Due to the climate, residents cannot open windows for nearly half a year.Many southern varieties, such as rose, Milan, chrysanthemum and other varieties, cannot adapt to this dry climate and no air circulation.

Even the desert plants like cacti do not have a very high survival rate in the north.

Among the flowers in the house, the only ones that survived were Clivia and another species of Diaoluo.

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The community is very quiet before get off work hours.

Turning a row of houses, Cheng Yongxing saw the windows of his house.Through the windowpane, you can vaguely see the row of luxuriant Clivia that my father loved.

Seeing a familiar scene, Cheng Yongxing felt a little weak.Perhaps because of not eating for almost a day, the heartbeat also started to speed up.

I didn't carry anything on my body, that is, a shoulder bag and a handbag, which contained some published journals and books that I would not use next semester.

But now, Cheng Yongxing feels that they are very heavy, as if they are almost unbearable.Especially the bag in his hand is extremely heavy.

The familiar and unfamiliar sight made him stop unconsciously.

Being closer to the hometown is even more timid, which is Cheng Yongxing's current mood.

The mood of anticipation gradually turned into fear.

Just like a dream, when you realize that it is a dream, the dream will end at any time.

Cheng Yongxing slowed down, for fear that the sound of footsteps would wake him up from his sleep.