The morning in Shanghai began with the smoke of coal stoves and the noise of gathering night incense.

In the alley where Song Yuanchao's family is located, not every household uses gas. There are still many households that have coal stoves due to limited conditions. In addition, the same is true for the toilets. Many people still use toilets, so the most important thing for people to do after getting up every morning is

The two most important things are lighting the coal stove and pouring night incense.

Song Yuanchao doesn't need to do this. His house is the best house on No. 23. The third floor and the three-story pavilion above are his own, and they also have a separate bathroom.

The kitchen downstairs was connected to gas when Grandpa Song Yuanchao built the house down. This gas has also benefited all the residents of Building 23, and they are among the very few households in the entire alley that have gas.

After seven o'clock, the adults went out to work one after another, the children also went to school, and the noise outside gradually became quieter.

Song Yuanchao had two buns he bought for breakfast on the way back from the bathhouse yesterday. Originally, the buns were intended to be used as dinner yesterday, but later Zhang Jianguo specially sent food over, so he kept them until now.

After eating the steamed buns in a few mouthfuls with boiled water, Song Yuanchao washed his face and then changed his clothes.

These clothes are not from Song Yuanchao. Living conditions in the northwest are difficult, let alone new clothes. Song Yuanchao spent eight years in the northwest and only had three sets of clothes plus a shabby military coat. These three sets of clothes were

One set is from winter, and the other two sets are from spring and autumn. Moreover, these clothes and pants are all patched and patched, and are no longer suitable for wearing.

Shanghai is the largest city in China and also the most developed city.

People in Shanghai have been in contact with the West since the late Qing Dynasty. Coupled with the existence of the concession, Chinese and Western cultures collided here, thus nourishing a unique Shanghai-style culture.

People in Shanghai have always been known for their sophistication. No matter how poor they are at home, they still have to be clean and tidy when they go out. This is called respectability in the north and accent in Shanghai.

In the eyes of Shanghai people, those who are unkempt and slovenly are synonymous with country people, and are collectively despised by Shanghai people.

Song Yuanchao was only sixteen years old when he left home. He has grown much taller over the years. Naturally, he can no longer wear the old clothes he used to wear at home. The navy blue Mao suit that Song Yuanchao wears now was left by Song Guangzeng, a senior intellectual.

He was also a teacher. During his lifetime, he paid great attention to appearance, so he had several sets of Chinese tunic suits made of exquisite materials at home.

When Song Guangzeng passed away, Wang Sufen only took one of the sets to accompany Song Guangzeng for cremation, and the rest were neatly placed at the bottom of the box.

When sorting out yesterday, Song Yuanchao found these clothes. Although he is now a little taller than Song Guang, because Song Yuanchao is thin, his father's clothes still fit him well. If he goes out to do business today, he will naturally wear something more formal and decent.

So Song Yuanchao had ironed his clothes in advance and hung them in the closet, and now he wore them.

The same goes for shoes. For a pair of black leather shoes left by his father, Song Yuanchao found a box of condensed shoe polish in the cabinet, roasted them on the fire until they were soft, and then repainted them with a brush. They looked brand new.

Putting on his Chinese tunic suit and black leather shoes, and standing in front of the wardrobe mirror, Song Yuanchao no longer looked as embarrassed as when he just came back yesterday. He nodded with satisfaction, took out the information he had prepared, closed the door and went downstairs, heading towards the nearby buildings.

Go to the far away police station.

More than ten minutes later, Song Yuanchao came to the police station, asked people and found Officer Wang.

The police of this era were far more friendly and easy-going than later generations, and there were not so many rules. Moreover, Officer Wang and Zhang Jianguo knew each other. Zhang Jianguo came to say hello again yesterday and entertained Song Yuanchao cordially.

Officer Wang carefully reviewed the information Song Yuanchao brought and directly told Song Yuanchao that there was no problem with his household registration.

The country has a special policy regarding the return of educated youths to their hometowns. This work is currently the most important task of the police station. As long as all the information procedures are complied with, the household registration problem can be solved quickly.

In response, Officer Wang quietly told Song Yuanchao that he could go back and wait for notification in as little as a month or as soon as half a month, and that he could come directly to the police station to pick it up when his household registration was issued.

Song Yuanchao was very grateful to Officer Wang. He originally brought a few packs of cigarettes when he came, but in the end Officer Wang directly refused the cigarettes that Song Yuanchao secretly pushed in. He told Song Yuanchao sincerely that it would not be easy for young people like them to come back.

I came back, but now I don’t have any difficulties in work and life. As a people’s policeman, it is my duty to do these things for them.

After leaving the police station, seeing that it was still early, Song Yuanchao took the bus directly to the No. 2 Middle School where his father previously worked.

The No. 2 Middle School where Song Guangzeng taught before was not too far from where he lived. It was only half an hour away by bus. It was a district key middle school with a junior high school and a high school. It was also the alma mater of Song Yuanchao. Unfortunately, Song Yuanchao was not able to

After I graduated from college, and since there was no possibility of going to college that year, I went to Northwest China.

Standing at the gate of the school, Song Yuanchao recalled every detail of that year. Compared with when he was studying, the appearance of the school had not changed much. The faint sounds of teachers teaching and students reading aloud from the teaching building were much different than when he left.

It has more of the original atmosphere of the school.

It is now class time. The big iron gate of the school is closed tightly. There is a small door on the left side of the big iron gate. Inside the small door is the guard room. The guard, Uncle Liu, is sitting inside reading the newspaper.

"Uncle Liu!" Song Yuanchao stepped forward and gently knocked on the window glass.

"Comrade, who are you looking for? Which unit are you from?" The guard, Uncle Liu, opened a small window, tilted his head and looked up and down at Song Yuanchao. Seeing that Song Yuanchao was dressed like a cadre, his tone was somewhat polite.

"Uncle Liu, I haven't seen you for a long time. You always smoke." Song Yuanchao smiled and handed over a cigarette first. Uncle Liu hesitated and took the cigarette but remained silent, as if waiting for Song Yuanchao to announce his home.

"I am Song Yuanchao, the son of Teacher Song Guangzeng. I was also a student here before. Uncle Liu, do you still remember me?" Song Yuanchao said with a smile. The concierge, Uncle Liu, is an old man in the school, and Song Yuanchao didn't know that he was a member of the school.

He has been a concierge for many years. Anyway, in his memory, Uncle Liu has always been the concierge, but now Uncle Liu looks much older than in Song Yuanchao's memory.

"Song Guangzeng, Teacher Song's son?" Uncle Liu looked at Song Yuanchao. After a while, Uncle Liu's serious face suddenly smiled.

"Song Yuanchao! I remember that you, a boy, often got into trouble in school, and Teacher Song always wiped your butt. In a blink of an eye, you have become an adult. Come in, come in."

With that said, Uncle Liu opened the small door and called Song Yuanchao in. Song Yuanchao thanked him and walked into the concierge.

"Sit down and drink some water. The tea you just brewed." Uncle Liu placed a teapot in front of Song Yuanchao and pulled him to sit down.

Song Yuanchao thanked him, and he didn't mind that it was Uncle Liu's teapot and took a sip. When he put down the teapot, Uncle Liu had already lit up his cigarette and looked at Song Yuanchao with a smile.

"You guys haven't come back to see me for a long time, haven't you? I remember that none of you graduated in this year. Later, many people went to the mountains and countryside. What about you?"

"Yes, I went there too, to the northwest."

"When did you come back?"

"I just came back yesterday." Listening to Song Yuanchao's words, Uncle Liu sighed: "Look at you, you are dark and thin, I guess you are the same. But now you are finally better, the national policy has changed, it would be great if you can come back!"

Speaking of this, a trace of regret flashed across Uncle Liu's eyes, as if he had thought of something. Although he was not a teacher, just a teaching staff, he had worked in this school for more than 20 years. He was very familiar with Song Guangzeng back then, and he was very familiar with Song Guangzeng.

This Zhan Zhan Ye Ye teacher was very impressed.

It's a pity that Song Guangzeng passed away early due to the times, and Uncle Liu was powerless at that time. Before the big trend, Uncle Liu, a gatekeeper, could only have more than enough ambition and insufficient strength.

Thinking of what happened to Song Guangzeng, Uncle Liu shook his head and sighed, but he did not mention Song Guangzeng. The reason for this was because he did not want Song Yuanchao to recall those sad past events.

I chatted with Song Yuanchao about jumping in and settling in the northwest, lamenting those difficult days, and then Uncle Liu asked about Song Yuanchao's plans after returning.

"I just went to the police station today to resolve the household registration issue first. The comrades at the police station asked me to wait patiently for news at home." Song Yuanchao told the truth.

"Yes, the household registration is the most important. Move back as soon as the policy does not change. It will be difficult to say after a long time." Uncle Liu agreed with this and gave Song Yuanchao some guidance as an experienced person.

"Uncle Liu, is the current principal still Principal Zhou?" Song Yuanchao asked.

"Yes, it's still Principal Zhou." Uncle Liu nodded and said, "It's not easy for Principal Zhou. He came back after being decentralized for several years, and his body is not as good as before. Last year, the superiors asked him to continue to be the principal. No matter what, Principal Zhou also
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