"Huifang, if you touch this bed, why is it so soft?"
Qiao Xiangxiu sat gently on the bed, fearing that the bed would collapse. The snow-white bedding was a bit dazzling, and there was a pile blanket on the floor.
"Yes, it's softer than a big girl's face. I don't dare to touch it hard, for fear of scratching the calluses on my hands, hehe..."
There was no one else in the room, so Sun Huifang became bolder.
"To tell you the truth, Huifang, I was at the registration room counter in the lobby just now. My heart was beating so fast that I couldn't even speak. Tsk, tsk, money really makes the poor brave. I thought I brought 1,000 yuan.
He is considered a rich man, but now that he thinks about it, he only has 100 roast ducks."
Qiao Xiangxiu patted her belly. She sewed 1,000 yuan into her pants and protected her all the way. At most, she brought 100 ducks into Beijing.
"Who says it's not the case? I don't even dare to look into that little girl's eyes, for fear of showing my cowardice."
Sun Huifang walked around the room, and every place was fresh. On the contrary, her daughter Qiao Jinling was lying on the bed, with her arms and legs spread out, as if she was not interested in anything.
"Xiang Xiu, look at the TV set on the table. We don't have many TV sets in the whole village. It's so luxurious. If I tell my mother when I go back, she won't believe it."
Sun Huifang carefully touched here and looked there, wanting to turn on the TV, but she didn't know how to turn it on for fear of damaging the big black box.
Qiao Jinling was already a little sleepy, but seeing the curious expressions on her mother and second aunt, she found it very interesting. It won't take long for everyone to get used to the better and better material life.
"Hey! Huifang, come here quickly and see that there is a small door in this corridor, and there is a small room inside."
Qiao Xiangxiu called Sun Huifang over.
"Eh? Why is this room a bathhouse?"
The two people were standing in the bathroom, looking at the large snow-white bathtub and a white bucket-like thing. They didn't know what it was used for.
"oops!"
Qiao Jinling only heard an exclamation from Qiao Xiangxiu. He quickly jumped out of bed and went in to take a look. He couldn't help but feel happy.
It turned out that Qiao Xiangxiu turned the faucet on the enamel bathtub, and a stream of water sprayed out from the shower head, which hit her head and shocked her.
"What is this?"
Qiao Xiangxiu was a little annoyed and tugged on the soft metal pipe with the nozzle. People in this city just liked to get these foreign antiques. They installed a bathhouse in the house, but there was not even a latrine.
Qiao Jinling held back her smile and said to Qiao Xiangxiu: "Second aunt, this is for bathing. One end is mounted on half the wall, and the other is connected to the bathtub, so you can take a bath."
"There is also this thing called a toilet. After you have pooped and peed, just click here to flush them away."
Qiao Xiangxiu tried it, and it was true. She felt that the city was too advanced.
"How did you know? Lingling? Did you read the magazine "Imagine the Future" that your father bought?"
Sun Huifang often saw Qiao Qianqian holding her daughter, the two of them laughing and laughing, watching "Imagine the Future", and saying some unintelligible words.
"That's right! It's all about that little magazine. It also talks about a lot of things, such as what it will be like in thirty years and a toilet that can wipe your butt."
If Qiao Jinling hadn't been reborn, it would be hard for her to believe that in just 30 years, even toilets had become so smart, and people's lives had undergone earth-shaking changes.
"You're still wiping your butt? Will people stop growing hands in thirty years? I don't believe it."
Qiao Xiangxiu curled his lips, not believing what Qiao Jinling said at all.
The three of them turned on the water and took a hot bath. They rubbed each other's backs and talked and laughed in the steam. They were in a rare relaxed and happy mood. They never thought that one day they would be on the side of Chang'an Street.
bath.
When they got out of the large enamel bathtub, they felt as if they were two ounces lighter. There was a layer of dirt floating on the water, like foam from a summer flood.
Sun Huifang picked up the snake-like metal pipe nozzle, rinsed Qiao Jinling clean first, and carried her to the bed. The two of them rustled and squeaked again, making all kinds of fuss in the bathroom.
Qiao Jinling turned on the TV series. Of course, the picture quality was not as clear as in her previous life. In fact, she had not watched TV for a long time, and a laptop and mobile phone were enough. But now when she saw the TV series replay of the 1986 Spring Festival Gala, Qiao Jinling actually felt that she had something to do with history.
The joy of companionship.
At that time, the dance and lighting at the party looked rough. There was a huge peacock lantern in the center of the stage. No one wore luxurious and exquisite dresses. There were even thermos bottles on the tables in the audience, and the host's microphone also had long wires. But people
The smiles on their faces were touching, and the performers also performed hard.
1986 is already the Year of the Tiger. 85 years have passed and Qiao Jinling misses it very much.
"Oh, the TV is ringing!"
Qiao Xiangxiu screamed and ran out without any clothes on, but was pulled back by Sun Huifang.
The two of them seemed to have cramps, lying softly on the bed watching the Spring Festival Gala, laughing loudly. This was not the life of human beings, it was clearly the life of gods.
Qiao Jinling was so sleepy that she vaguely heard the classic lines from the sketch "Mutton Skewers" and the uncontrollable laughter of the two women.
She finally fell asleep. In her dream, she was shrouded in golden sunshine, and all kinds of strange noises were as loud as a flood. She felt like she was in an uninhabited wilderness. Panic and loneliness made her a little scared. When she looked up, she saw
When her father and mother reached out to her...
The next day, before Qiao Jinling woke up, she heard adults talking. She vaguely heard Song Jingyan's voice.
Isn't it possible that Song Yishan also came with us?
Qiao Jinling jumped up from the bed. Sure enough, Song Yishan was sitting on a chair, reading quietly, while Song Jingyan was whispering something to Qiao Xiangxiu.
——Why is it so unlucky that Song Yishan sees him every time he sleeps in an ungentlemanly manner? Mom, it’s true. Isn’t a little girl’s face just a face? Little girls also want to save face!
Qiao Jinling had no choice but to wipe the saliva from the corner of her mouth, pretended not to see Song Yishan, and sneaked into the bathroom to wash up.
When she looked at herself in the mirror, Qiao Jinling wailed in her heart. Her hair was frizzy and there was mucus in her eyes. Aren't the heroines in idol dramas always beautiful when they wake up? Why did she come here? It felt like she had been fighting a bear all night.
Qiao Jinling didn't dare to eat breakfast, for fear of having to draw blood. Song Jingyan found a specialist at the Children's Hospital, and after a quick examination, she miraculously discovered that all the blood stasis on Qiao Jinling's head had been absorbed, without any impact on her body.
Sun Huifang's heart was finally relieved. In fact, Qiao Jinling was not worried at all. If she could escape the night of being arrested, the rest of her time would be given by God. No matter what the outcome, she could bear it.
"How about sending the two children home? Don't bother with us. The examination will take time. If you don't want to go home, I will find someone to take you two out to play."
Song Jingyan felt that since Qiao Jinling was fine, there was no need to check with Qiao Xiangxiu. It would be a pity not to take a look around after finally coming to Beijing.
Song Jingyan's words hit Qiao Jinling's thoughts. She wanted to visit Beijing in the 1980s and feel the atmosphere of this era.