In 1993, at the Capital International Airport in Beijing, a Boeing 747 passenger plane from Hong Kong landed slowly.
It was a private charter plane with only a dozen passengers on board.
It could carry 400 people.
The itinerary was confidential, and the Chinese government did not send anyone to receive them.
After clearing customs, these people took a bus to the Shangri-La Hotel to stay.
The car passed by an urban green space garden, where a group of retired elderly people were doing Tai Chi.
The leader was an old man in a Tang suit.
He had white hair and a childlike face, and slow movements.
After a set of boxing skills, everyone gathered around and said, "Master Yan, you are tired, drink." saliva."
The gray-haired Yan Zhiyong picked up the can and drank tea and said: "Xiao Zhao, you are here too."
Zhao Jiayong said: "Little Zhao, he is about to be buried.
He has nothing to do after retirement.
He should exercise his body and strive to live to be a hundred years old."
A car passed by, and the elderly man sitting in the car looked in another direction, but did not see his old friend in the garden.
Two hours later, with the summer sun dazzling and cicadas chirping in the trees, the octogenarian walked out of the Shangri-La Hotel, followed by a young man and woman in their twenties, fashionably dressed, who looked like overseas Chinese.
The hotel attendant waved for a Japanese Duke King sedan and opened the door diligently.
The old man waved his hand to indicate no need.
He walked out of the hotel and onto the street, where he stopped a yellow Tianjin Daihatsu van.
The driver in front of him was a native of Beijing.
He was talking endlessly about the scenic spots in the capital.
The old man just smiled and listened without interrupting.
He looked out the window at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery, and scenes of black and white movies appeared in front of his eyes.
"Master, go to Qianmen Railway Station."
The old man spoke with an authentic Beijing accent.
"Hey, old man, you are an old Beijinger."
The driver said happily, "Where are you going to take the train?
The Qianmen train station is gone."
"We came from the United States, and my grandpa just wanted to visit his hometown without taking the train."
The young woman said.
Her Mandarin was also very standard, but she lost the Beijing flavor.
"You are an American overseas Chinese and a wealthy person.
Why are you sitting next to me?
With your status, you should be a crown prince or a duke."
The driver was very talkative.
"I like this one.
The dough is just the same as before."
The old man said with a smile.
The driver was happy: "Old man, you have a good background, and you know that a foreign car is called a rubber car.
To be honest, my ancestors were also pullers."
The girl said: "Of course, my grandfather pulled a rickshaw, but later..."
The old man signaled his granddaughter not to say anything, took out a stack of exchange coupons and said, "Young man, I see that you are very enthusiastic.
I will rent your car today.
Is three hundred yuan enough?"
"Ouch, where did you say that?
Three hundred yuan is too much.
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It's still a voucher.
Thank you so much.
Well, I'll be the tour guide for the entire journey.
It's voluntary."
The driver was very happy.
The exchange coupon was supposed to be equivalent to RMB, but it was 30% higher on the black market.
He could enter a special store and buy imported goods.
These days, white-collar workers from foreign companies are paid with exchange coupons.
Hold it in your hand.
Ye Beier has face.
We drove to the old Qianmen Railway Station, which is now the Railway Staff Club.
The entrance was deserted and the traffic was sparse.
The old man got off the train and saw rows of foreign cars in a trance.
Downstairs of the majestic Qianmen, a tall young man carrying luggage followed him.
The flow of people goes back At the station, a slender girl wearing an indanthrine cotton robe stood quietly not far away.
Her father was bargaining with the baggage boy.
In the square in front of the station, a thin young man was searching the ground. cigarette butts.
Seventy-four years later, the memory is still so clear, as if it was yesterday again.
"Grandpa."
The girl gently pulled the old man's sleeve.
"Let's go and walk around.
Beijing has changed, and I don't dare to recognize it anymore."
The old man finally came out of the long river of memories.
The driver took them around in a yellow-faced taxi, including the Summer Palace, the Old Summer Palace, the Forbidden City, Beihai, and Tiananmen Square.
They looked at the scenery and introduced: "Beijing's bridges are a great sight.
There are all kinds of overpasses.
It’s our pride in Beijing.
Can you go to the Asian Games Village?
It’s also very representative.
The high-rise buildings represent the level of development of Beijing.”
The visitor from New York didn't seem to be interested in overpasses and buildings.
Instead, he was interested in some old things.
He walked around for a long time without air conditioning, which made the old man sweat.
When the driver saw that it was half past eleven, he said: “Where should we eat for lunch?”
The old man said: "Go to Hair Alley first."
The driver was happy: "What a coincidence, my house lives in Fafa Alley, why don't you go to our house to eat."
The old man said: "Young man, what is your surname?"
"Excuse me, my surname is Xue, Xue Qiang.
My family was also a big family in the beginning.
The famous Ziguang Depot in Beijing was opened by my grandfather's father.
It had four gas lamps and a purple carriage.
It was the only one in Beijing. , and after liberation, the public-private partnership was all given to the state.”
The old man said: "Is your grandfather's father still there?"
"He died a long time ago.
If he had lived until now, he would have been in his nineties."
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"Then let's go to your house and have a look."
"Okay."
The one outside drove to Faofao Hutong and parked next to the wall.
The gate of Ziguang Depot was still there, but many huts were built inside.
The courtyard had completely lost its original appearance.
The yard was a winding path, with all kinds of wires like a tangle, and hanging from the eaves.
There was a bird cage and hot water simmering on the briquette stove.
It looked like there were many people living there.
Xue Qiang's family lived in the main room, and the conditions were relatively good.
His parents were both workers in the transportation company.
They warmly entertained their son's American guests, making dumplings and serving noodles with soybean paste.
They set up a table under the big tree at the entrance of the alley and packed food in bulk.
Come drink beer.
The old man of the Xue family is a retired cadre who lives in the army rest center in Wuhan.
His son joined the army and returned to his ancestral home in Beijing.
He was assigned to his grandfather's unit to take over.
The old man's name is Xue Baoqing.
He has been a transportation company manager and a people's representative.
He is still alive.
At the age of eighty, he survived until his downfall before his death.
After lunch, Xue Qiang first sent the old man back to Shangri-La to rest for a while.
The place was air-conditioned and cool.
The old man's body was weak.
Traveling in the continuous high temperature and scorching heat, and sitting in a table without air-conditioning, he was worried that he would not be able to hold on.
After lunch break, Xue Qiang continued to take them around.
When they passed by Yonghegong Street in the evening, the old man saw a small shop outside the wall of Yonghegong Temple with the sign "Hu Banxian Computer Fortune Telling", so he asked the driver to stop. car.
In the small shop, there is a 286 computer and a dot matrix printer on the table.
A man in a shirt and tie is sitting behind the table and talking to customers.
"This is the latest technology, microcomputer fortune telling.
As long as you enter your birth date, the computer can calculate your marriage, career, and fortune."
The customer said: "You're kidding me."
He got up and left.
The fortune teller said disdainfully: "Ignorant."
Suddenly he saw the old man coming in and said, "Old sir, you are telling fortunes."
"You are Hu Banxian, why are you not old?"
The old man was very shocked.
"Hu Banxian is my grandfather, and I am Xiao Hu Banxian.
Your surname is Chen."
"Yes, my surname is Chen."
"My grandpa calculated that you would come today, otherwise I would have closed the stall long ago."
"Then do the math for me."
"What the hell" “Calculate where my descendants are” Xiao Hu Banxian smiled: "Isn't your granddaughter outside?"
"I'm talking about my grandson."
Xiao Hu Banxian counted with his fingers and said: "He has married a wife and has children, and lives a comfortable life, but he does not remember you as my grandfather.
You also have a great-grandson who is twelve years old this year.
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Some people are like dragons and phoenixes."
The old man said: "Really" Xiao Hu Banxian smiled and said, "Have I ever lied to you over the years?"
The old man's body trembled.
"Okay, let me give you another word.
Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings.
Don't interfere, otherwise it will be counterproductive."
After Xiao Hu Banxian finished speaking, he stood up and muttered: "Turn off the printer first, then the monitor, and finally the host."
The technological equipment was closed one by one and the rolling shutter doors began to be opened.
The old man had no choice but to retreat and watch Xiao Hu Banxian leave.
"Let's go."
The old man got into the car and drove towards the dimly lit area.
Under the shadow of the towering tree behind him, Xiao Hu Banxian had long since disappeared, and a red fox quietly got into the dog hole under the wall of Yonghe Palace.
Jiangdong Province, Jiangbei Longyang County, there is a famous old leprosy village here, which was established by the local government as a socialist spiritual civilization education base.
It is said that in the 1960s, a female doctor responded to the party's call and came to the leprosy village to take care of Patients, ate and lived with them, popularized medical knowledge, and finally eliminated people's discrimination against leprosy patients.
In a remote area outside the education base, there is a temple built spontaneously by the locals.
Some say it is dedicated to the Nine Heavens Xuannv, while others say it is dedicated to the Empress Nuwa.
The guests from Beijing learned about the history of this temple from the local people.
It turned out that it was a female doctor named Chen Yan who saved many people during a plague epidemic in the 1970s, but died of the infection herself.
The locals commemorated her , built this temple.
Walking into the temple, there is a wooden sculpture on top, with picturesque features and lifelike features.
The old man burst into tears.
Suddenly there was thunder and lightning and heavy rain outside.
The rain lasted for two full hours, and local people banged washbasins in the rain and cheered.
It turned out that this area had been dry for a long time, and this heavy rain greatly alleviated the drought.
It was sunny after the rain.
The old man left a sum of money to repair the temple and drove to Jiangbei City.
A colorful rainbow hung in the sky.
In the sky full of red clouds, a beautiful girl walked forward and shouted in a clear voice: " Dad, you are back."
The old man rubbed his eyes and couldn't believe it, but everyone in the car saw it.
This was not an illusion.
When he turned around again, the girl had disappeared, and the rainbow had also disappeared.
"Have you seen it?
Yan'er is back and she called me daddy."
The old man got out of the car tremblingly and wanted to catch up.
The granddaughter and grandson hurriedly grabbed their grandfather.
They all saw the phantom of their aunt, but thought it was just a mirage.
As for the sound, it was an auditory hallucination.
The old man driving the mule cart on the roadside smiled when he saw this and said: "The holy aunt has not appeared once or twice.
Experts from the county and urban areas have come to study it.
They said that there are all kinds of things, including simple things.
It’s complicated.
What’s wrong with science?
We country folk all know that the Holy Aunt is the goddess of the Nine Heavens who came to earth to save all sentient beings.”
The old man stopped, looked at the colorful clouds on the horizon and said, "Yan'er, dad has seen you and heard you."
Jiangbei City is a coal and iron resource-based city.
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It originally had two large national-level enterprises.
However, it has gradually lost its vitality in the tide of market economic reform.
The Huaijiang River is surging, and the chimneys on the riverside are emitting black smoke.
A huge The slogan reads "Profoundly understand the spirit of the Southern Tour and persist in deepening reform and opening up."
After so many years, Jiangbei is still the same, but more dilapidated.
The train station designed by Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin is being demolished and will be replaced by a large modern train station.
After decades of construction on the high slopes, the neat dormitory areas have turned into intricate shantytowns.
Houses and shacks built haphazardly with asbestos tiles, plastic sheets, and wooden boards are everywhere.
In the entertainment hall on the street, a cigarette-smoking teenager was playing Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Street Fighter, making a deafening sound.
An Audi 100 with a Beijing license plate was parked quietly on the side of the road.
Three teenagers carrying schoolbags walked towards each other, arms around each other, and sang Zheng Zhihua's song in unison: "He said that in the wind and rain, this little pain is nothing.
Wipe your tears and don't be afraid.
At least we still have dreams."
The young man walking in the middle reminded the old man in the car of his eldest son.
The young men walking on both sides suddenly rushed towards the game hall, shouting as they ran: "Liu Ziguang, come quickly, the game hall only costs four cards for one dollar."
Liu Ziguang ran after him: "Zhuo Li, Zhou Wen, wait for me."
The old man in the car followed the young man with his eyes and smiled happily.
That night, the old man passed away suddenly in his room at the Binjiang Hotel, the first guest house of the local municipal committee.
He was ninety-three years old.
Astronomers have noticed a phenomenon.
Douban, the first of the seven constellations in the north, which has been dim for nearly a hundred years, and is known as the Xuanwu Emperor among the people, suddenly becomes bright.
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