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After all, this year's understanding of portrait rights has not been so deep. He Songbai found his photo in the photo studio, and all he could do was buy it at double the cost.
Fortunately, the manager was still the manager of the year, and there was no change.
He asked people to take down the pictures on the wall and only charged the original price of the year.
He asked He Songbai jokingly: "What about that girl?"
"Is it your wife now?"
He Songbai responded vaguely, fearing that others would ask more.After taking the photo, he carefully put it into his arms, and soon plunged into the cold.
The first snow in winter ca one after another.
He Songbai opened his umbrella and walked slowly.
Finally he walked to a place where no one knew him anymore, and then took out the photo to take a closer look. His fingertips touched the yellowed 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 her head, striking at He Songbai's heart.Sour and bitter...
It was seven or six years when this photo was taken, and it is now the winter of 1980.He was still a poor boy, and her smile was so clear, the ti passed too fast, and four years had passed since the blink of an eye.
Snow flakes reached his eyelashes and was lted into water by the heat he exhaled.
I don't know who released the record on the street, "Why the long spring breeze is blowing late."
"Why the autumn rain hits the treetops."
He touched the photo again. The two n and won in the trance photo gradually faded into another person.
The woman who slled the fragrant flowers under the hibiscus tree was gone, leaving only a young, serious young man.
He Songbai rubbed his eyes and rubbed his fingertips hard.
"Oh... Boss He, get in the car!"
"I'm so entertained, I didn't send you back to the hotel!"
Lao Jin, the manager of the S City Sanitary Ware Company, who had just discussed business with him, stopped the car and put He Songbo on.
Lao Jin pressed the pause button of the radio and changed a song.
"Green grass and white mist."
"There is a beautiful woman on the water side."
From the radio ca a long and graceful singing, very quiet and beautiful.The singing voice seems to be overrun by spring rain, smooth and ethereal, like the cool breeze of winter, refreshing the heart and soul.
This familiar lody made He Songbai imrsed in the changes in the photos.
It once floated in the valley countless tis. When he first heard about it, Zhao Lanxiang discovered that he went to the pig farm to work, and he was in tears.On his way back to the county town after delivering the pork, she sang it over and over again behind his bicycle seat.
Now listening to it again, He Songbai seems to be able to sll the sll after rain washing the mountains.
He said, "This song is nice."
Lao Jin is a music enthusiast. He heard He Songbai's praise, and his face glowed with a glorious red light.
He said: "Teng Lijun's song has a different taste."
"Did you listen to this album for the first ti, just released this spring, I thought your student baby would have heard ears cocoon..."
He Songbai heard this and paused for a long ti.
He asked, "Is it, just released this spring?"
Lao Jin patted his chest and said, "Don't look at
as a rude man, without culture, but just like this one. Do you recognize Teresa Teng? The singer on the other side of the strait used to be a banned song and she was not allowed to listen. What's it called, ah...the sound of obsession..."
"Hi, fortunately the tis are different."
Lao Jinwu said to himself that after the release of "On the Water Side
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