CH 122

At this time, the rights of people's portrait rights have not been so profound. He Songbai found his photo in the photo studio, and all he need to do was spend twice the price to buy it.

Fortunately, the manager was still the manager of that year and has not changed.

He asked people to take down the pictures on the wall and only charge the original price.

He asked He Songbai jokingly, "What about that girl? Is she your wife now?"

He Songbai responded vaguely, afraid that he would ask more. After taking the photo, he carefully put it into his arms and was soon greeted by the cold wind.

The first snow in winter has arrived.

He Songbai opened his umbrella and walked slowly.

He finally reached a place where no one knew him and then took out the photo to take a closer look. His fingertips touched the yellowing photo. She was immature and beautiful in the photo, wearing a white shirt and almost dazzling with pale skin. She picked up the flowers on the ground and sniffed, striking at He Songbai's heart, made it felt sour and bitter...

It was seven or six years ago when the photo was taken, and it is now the winter of 1980. At that time, he was still a poor boy, and her smile was so clear. Time has passed too fast, and four years had passed in a blink of an eye.

Snow fluttered to his eyelashes and was melted into vapor by the heat he exhaled.

Who knows who was playing a record on the street. "Why is the spring breeze blowing slowly."

"Why the autumn rain hits the treetops."

He touched the photo again. The couple in the photo gradually faded into another picture.

The woman who smelled the fragrant flowers under the hibiscus tree disappeared, leaving only a young, serious young man.

He Songbai rubbed his eyes and rubbed it hard with his fingertips.

"Oh... Boss He, get in the car!"

"I was really neglected in entertaining you and did not send you back to the hotel!"

Old Jin, the S City Sanitary Ware Company manager who had just discussed business with him, stopped the car and called He Songbai into the car.

Old Jin pressed the pause button of the radio and changed the song.

"Green grass, endless white mist."

"A beautiful woman on the other side of the water."

The long and graceful singing came from the radio, very quiet and beautiful. The singing voice seems to have been touched by the spring rain, smooth and ethereal, like the cool breeze of winter, refreshing.

This familiar melody made He Songbai immersed in the changes in the photos.

The song once floated in the valley near Hezi village countless times. When he first heard the song, Zhao Lanxiang just discovered that he went to the pig farm to work and she shed heartfelt tears. On their way back to the county town after delivering the pork, she sang it over and over again behind him on the bicycle.

Now when he listened to it again, He Songbai seems to smell the scent of the mountain after rain.

He said, "This song is nice."

Old Jin is a music enthusiast. When he heard He Songbai's praise, his face glowed with glorious excitement.

He said, "Teresa Teng's song has a different feeling."

"Did you listen to this album for the first time? It was just released this spring. I thought people would already have ears cocoon listening to this..."

He Songbai heard this sentence and paused for a long time.

He asked, "This song... just released this spring?"

Lao Jin patted his chest and said, "Don't look at me as a rude man without culture, but I just like this one. Do you recognize Teresa Teng? She is a singer from the other side of the strait. Her songs were all banned before. We were not allowed to listen. What's it called, ah... the sound of obsession..."

"Hhhh. Fortunately, now the times are different."

Old Jin talked to himself about the release of "Across the Water," He turned his head inadvertently and saw the man's red eyes in the back seat.

He silently parked the car on the side of the road, "Why... are you crying?"

It was the first time for Old Jin to meet a person who shed tears from Teresa Teng's song, and a person is also a man. It was the first time for him to encounter such a rare event.

He opened the car window and smoked a cigarette.

Under the smoke lingering in the car, he glanced at the picture held in the young man's hand.

He said, "She looks pretty. Who is she to you?"

He Songbai said, "Sorry, I am leaving here tomorrow. I will let my partner talk with you in detail for the next steps."

Old Jin asked, "Where are you going?"

"Find her."1

Lao Jin smiled with tolerance, and he said, "Go. She is the only one, but there are thousands of business orders..."

"No wonder listening to a song can still make him cry!"

Old Jin watched the young man get off and returned to the hotel.

...

After He Songbai returned to the hotel, he did not take a rest but instead bought a vinyl record released by Teresa Teng in the spring of 1980 and borrowed the only gramophone in the hotel. In the meantime, he also heard about the life story of this female singer.

He lit a table lamp in the dark dusk and listened quietly to the beautiful and long songs on the gramophone.

The gramophone played one song after another, but he kept rewinding the record and only listening to that one.

As long as it is in circulation on the market, He Songbai bought it all. He completed listening to all the songs of Teresa Teng overnight.

"I would like to go up against the current and snuggle beside her."

In the green mountains after the rain, the singing voice of the woman's pure spirit is rippling. At that time, he thought about it in his heart silently, and he agreed.

"There is a dangerous beach up in front of me. The road is far and long."

On the muddy sheep path, he secretly decided that although he was poor, no matter how long the road ahead, he would work hard to get her, unlike the useless man in the song.

Song after song, the lyric lingers and lingers.

"You gave me joy and sweetness."

When she sang, he happened to be eating fried buns, with salty leek stuffing. However, he felt that it was so sweet, just like her, who is so so warm and sticky, so sweet that it made people tremble.