I Had a Home In 1982 Chapter 2

   Chapter 2 2. The door opens and closes, forty years have passed

   The lingering sound of 'eyes closed' still lingers in my ears.

   But facing the dazzling sunlight, Wang Yi tried her best to widen her eyes.

   Of course he's not a shaker, he does it because it's unbelievable!

   An old street is in front of you, and the pedestrians on the street wear a single style and color.

  The man is either wearing a dark blue Lenin suit or a cyan military coat with green rubber shoes on his feet.

  Women's clothes are brighter in color, ranging from red to yellow, but almost all trousers are brown and black, and the shoes on their feet are either old cloth shoes or artificial leather shoes.

   Bicycles interspersed trickily in the crowd, and the car bells of 'ding ding ding dong' were endlessly heard.

   Even louder was the sharp voice of the woman on the opposite radio: "In the first quarter, rub the Tianyin acupoint!"

  Wang Yi looked across.

  Through the figure of a pedestrian, he saw two green-painted iron fence gates. On both sides of the gates were long red brick walls, and on one side was a wooden sign on a white background that read Wengzhou Hongqi Primary School…

  What he saw in front of his eyes and what he heard in his ears made him rub his eyes subconsciously.

   Waiting for him to put down his hands and look again, what he saw was the same scene.

   It was a very cold day, and his back sweated on the spot: "My day, I, I, I crossed!"

  A woman with curly hair heard his voice and walked over quickly and asked, "Hey, who are you? Why are you at my door?"

  Wang Yi winked at her, then quickly looked back.

   The storeroom behind him was gone, the door was closed, and now behind him was an ordinary tan wooden door.

   The woman frowned and looked suspicious. She looked at Wang Yi up and down, and turned around abruptly and ran away.

   Many of the people walking on the street also turned to look at him.

  Wang Yi couldn't help lowering her head and looking at herself. Wearing Baleno jeans and Hongxing Erke sneakers, she really didn't fit in with the whole street.

   But it's not important, the most important thing now is that he has to wear it back:

   There is no doubt that his crossing is related to this strange green key in his hand.

   He wanted to try an old-fashioned lock, but he looked left and right. The door locks here were all new locks, and the green key was too big to fit.

   At this time, he saw the woman with perm hair who had run away just now running back, along with a tall middle-aged man.

  The man wears a big-brimmed hat with a gold police badge on a red background, and a full blue police uniform with a red collar on the collar—

   is a policeman!

  Wang Yi has seen this police uniform in movies and TV series in the 1970s and 1980s!

   The tall policeman walked up to him quickly, his face tense: "What's your name? Where are you from?"

  Wang Yi tried to keep calm and said, "My name is Wang Yi, that police comrade, ahem, I am, I am here to find relatives."

   The police immediately asked, "What kind of relatives are you looking for? Did you bring a letter of introduction?"

   Letter of introduction? How can I have a letter of introduction!

Wang Yi complained in her heart, and hurriedly held up the genealogy to the police, and said, "That's right, comrade police, my family moved out from Wangjia Village on Tianya Island, Haifu County, and I brought our family tree with me when I left... "

   "Wangjia Village, Haifu County? Wang Family Brigade? Who is Wang Xianghong?" The police interrupted him vigilantly and took the genealogy, opened it, and read it.

   "It's my uncle. I came from the capital. My parents passed away, so I want to come back to find my hometown." Wang Yi replied.

  The woman with perm asked curiously, "Is it so fashionable to wear clothes and bags in the capital now? I thought you came from abroad and were a spy."

   "The spy doesn't look like that, the spy doesn't have this dress," the policeman said while quickly flipping through the genealogy, and asked at the end, "What about your letter of introduction?"

Wang Yi said: "My letter of introduction was issued by our school, and I was worried that it would be stolen - my money was stolen, so I left it at the home of my classmate in Hudu, and my luggage was also left with him. At home, I want to find my hometown first, and then go get the letter of introduction and luggage."

   The middle-aged policeman nodded and asked, "You are going to Tianya Island, so why did you come here?"

  Wang Yi said with a wry smile: "I just came here today, and I don't know how to get on the boat or how to get there, so I wanted to ask someone to inquire, but this sister-in-law misunderstood."

   The middle-aged policeman continued to look at him suspiciously, and Wang Yi was horrified as he looked at him.

  In the end, he stretched out his hand and closed the genealogy with a snap, and said, "In this case, I will send you to the Wang Family Brigade."

  He pointed at Wang Yi's face when he said this: "You'd better explain it frankly and don't play tricks. I know Secretary Xiang Hong. If you are lying in the Wang Family Brigade, then I will never forgive you!"

   Wang Yi smiled even more bitterly: "Don't dare, absolutely don't dare."

  The middle-aged policeman took him away.

   The street police station was right next to him. He asked Wang Yi to wait at the door of the delivery room and ran into the building by himself.

   There are undistributed newspapers at the entrance of the reception room.

  Wang Yi quickly picked up one and looked at it.

   This is a "People's Daily". The headline on the front page is "Five Lectures and Four Beauty Activities to be Regularized and Institutionalized", and the headline of the news next to it is "When State Leaders Meet with Brazilian Foreign Minister Guerrero, Third World Countries Strengthen Cooperation is Very Important".

  Look at the time when the font is much smaller.

   March 26, 1982!

  The second day of March in the Renxu year!

   Seeing this time, Wang Yi took a deep breath.

   This door has been opened for forty years!

  The middle-aged policeman will be back soon.

He put on an armed belt, a pistol holster, and a large work bag on his shoulder, and said, "Come on, you follow me to the Wang Family Brigade, and I want to see if you are really the Wang Family who came to visit relatives. "

   He spoke and acted resolutely, and took Wang Yi straight to the seaside passenger station. When he arrived, an old large wooden boat happened to be docked at the port.

  Wang Yi was worrying about how to use the money to buy tickets, when a middle-aged man dressed as a postman waved at the middle-aged policeman: "Da Zhuang!"

   The middle-aged policeman shook hands with him warmly and pointed at Wang Yi to introduce the situation.

   The postman is called Zhang Youxin, the middle-aged policeman is called Zhuang Mancang, and this large wooden boat is called Sea Hero No. 6. It can be used for both passenger and cargo at the same time, so Zhang Youxin brought two people aboard, saving two tickets.

   The two of them walked in a hurry on the road, and Wang Yi didn't have time to look carefully at the appearance of Wengzhou City in this era.

  After getting on the boat, he looked around at random and found that the equipment of the boat was in poor condition.

  This passenger ship is a motor ship transformed from a wooden sailboat. It is called Sea Hero No. 6. It has both passenger and cargo transportation. There are no fixed seats on it.

  Wang Yi and Zhuang Mancang were also pushed aside, he was squeezed on the deck, looking to the left was an aunt who was looking at him curiously, and looking to the right was a curious looking at him - a calf!

   The calf has wide eyes, clear and affectionate.

   is quite good-looking.

  Zhuang Mancang squeezed back and scolded him seriously: "Don't run around, don't leave my eyes!"

  Wang Yi agreed with a wry smile, but Zhuang Mancang scolded him again: "Don't smile!"

   He said these two words, and the two of them relaxed.

  No one dared to be next to Wang Yi, the passengers stepped aside one after another, and then gathered together to bite their ears:

   "What are you doing?" "Catch the blind streamer, you see what he wears on his back, just like the blind streamer I saw in Shanghai."

   With the sound of the whistle, a black smoke was blown by the sea breeze, and the wooden boat slowly sailed out.

  Zhuang Mancang pays great attention to his image, sitting with his back straight and his legs together.

   But after a while, he started to secretly pull up his trouser legs and scratched it up. When he realized that no one was paying attention to him, he pulled up his sleeves and spit into his hands, scratching and rubbing.

  Wang Yi turned his head and saw dark red spots on his legs and arms, some connected in a line, some in triangles.

  Zhuang Mancang pulled up his sleeves and said, "What are you looking at?"

  Wang Yi did not answer and asked, "Is this bitten by a flea?"

  Zhuang Mancang nodded.

  Wang Yi took out a tube of ointment from the small pocket of her backpack and handed it to him: "Use this, it works very well after being bitten by insects."

   This tube of ointment is Ding Ding anti-itch cream, which he specially prepared for his trip to the deserted island, an imported high-end devil product.

   It was all in Japanese, and he couldn't read it, let alone Zhuang Mancang, so he didn't worry about revealing his identity information.

  Zhuang Mancang was very surprised when he got the white medicine tube with a big head and a flat tail. He took a closer look and became vigilant: "What are the words on it?"

  Wang Yi said: "It's Japanese..."

   "The devil's stuff?" Zhuang Mancang asked, and before he could answer, he stuffed it back and said angrily, "I don't need the devil's stuff, and I don't need to die!"

   Zhang Youxin, who had just placed the letter and squeezed in, also said, "Yes, you can't use the devil's stuff, the little devil is so bad!"

  Wang Yi said: "No, this is not from the devils, we produced and sold them to the devils. Now that the reform and opening up, we need to earn foreign exchange."

  Zhuang Mancang hesitated for a while, then took it back and squeezed a little bit and rubbed it on his legs and arms.

  This tube of ointment is a hormonal drug, which has a strong ability to relieve itching and swelling.

  Zhuang Mancang showed a look of surprise after wiping it for a while, and asked, "This is a good one, where did you buy it?"

  Wang Yi said casually, "I bought it at the Capital Department Store."

   Hearing this, Zhang Youxin looked at him with awe: "The Capital Department Store? Is it where Comrade Zhang Binggui works?"

   This question made Wang Yi stupid.

   Who is Zhang Binggui?

   But he could not hesitate to answer, and said, "Yes."

   Zhang Youxin asked again: "Then have you met Comrade Zhang Binggui? The newspaper said that he has the unique ability to be precise and clear, have you seen it?"

  Wang Yi quickly shook his head regretfully: "No, I rarely go."

   He understood the truth that if you talk too much, you will lose it, and dare not speak indiscriminately.

  Zhuang Mancang was also bitten by fleas on his back and chest, but it was inconvenient to apply in this case.

  Wang Yi gave him the ointment: "Uncle Zhuang, take it and apply it when you get home."

  Zhuang Mancang firmly refused.

   But he had seen the power of the ointment, so he was somewhat moved and asked, "How much is this ointment? I'll buy it."

  Wang Yi habitually said: "It's not a few dollars..."

   "How many dollars?" Zhuang Mancang and Zhang Youxin asked in unison.

Zhang Youxin quickly reacted and sighed: "As the old saying goes, cheap is not good, and good is not cheap. What we use to earn foreign exchange is expensive. I read the newspaper earlier and said that the little devils are richer than us. Things are more expensive than ours."

   These words made Zhuang Mancang uncomfortable.

   He said: "You are the logic that the moon abroad is more round than the domestic one. The things they have there are more expensive than ours. That's because they live in a capitalist country with troubled waters. It's not that they are richer than us!"

   Zhang Youxin glared and said, "Don't give me a hat, it's a fact that little devils are richer than us, you read the newspaper."

He took out the latest "People's Daily" for Zhuang Mancang to read: "The leaders said at the national commendation meeting for model workers, advanced collectives and individuals that the current situation in our country can be summarized into two situations, one is backwardness and poverty, and the other is a hope!"

  Zhuang Mancang read the newspaper and said to Wang Yi, "This ointment is too expensive, I won't buy it."

   Zhang Youxin stretched out his hand to get the ointment: "Laozhuang, if you don't buy it, I will buy it, little comrade, sell it to me."

  Zhuang Mancang held his wrist with a sense of justice, and said, "Where can you buy other people's things with the money from your big jug? You spend today and drink tomorrow, and you still have money in your hand?"

   Zhang Youxin said: "I have no money but I have food stamps and meat stamps..."

   "Comrades from the capital are still short of food stamps and meat stamps?" Zhuang Mancang pouted.

   Zhang Youxin was stunned for a while. He looked at the ointment and rolled his eyes, then suddenly smiled, and said, "He doesn't lack food tickets and meat tickets, but he definitely lacks this ticket!"

   As he said, he opened the briefcase and carefully took out a row of stamps from the inner compartment and displayed it.

   (end of this chapter)

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