Back to the golden age

Gusu is the back garden of Shanghai and Shanghai, and the border between the two places is very close.

As the old saying goes, there is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below.

Every inch of land in Shanghai is precious, so most of the people from Shanghai will be buried in Gusu after death, and many barren hills on the outskirts of Gusu are concentrated cemeteries.

Song Yuanchao is very familiar with this place, because he has been here countless times in his previous life.

Now this place is not well decorated in later generations, the current cemetery looks very old and desolate, and it is not the time to sweep graves in Qingming, the whole cemetery is except for an old man with poor legs and feet, that is, Song Yuanchao an outsider.

Stepping into the cemetery, step on a dirt road with tall weeds on both sides. The dirt road extends upwards and is a stone ladder.

Going up, there are tall and short tombstones everywhere on both sides of the stairs. Song Yuanchao carefully identified them as he walked, and it took him a long time to find the place.

The tombs of Song Guangzeng and Wang Sufen are joint burials. On the left and right sides of a tombstone are the names of their husband and wife, and the words "Zi Song Yuan Chao weeping and standing" are engraved on it.

Song Yuanchao stopped and looked at the tombstone, two lines of tears fell down involuntarily.

He stood in front of the cemetery for a long time, and he didn't know how much time passed. He squatted down and cleaned up the weeds around the cemetery.

Because she was in the Northwest, no one came to visit Wang Sufen's tomb for several years after her burial, and the cemetery looked very messy.It took Song Yuanchao more than an hour to clean it up. After that, he took out the cakes from his bag that he went to Qiao’s gate to buy yesterday evening and placed them in front of the tomb. He lit two candles and three sticks of incense, knelt down and kowtowed three times to the tombstone.

"Father, mother, my son is here to see you today..."

Song Yuanchao choked up and said, with tears in his eyes, it seemed as if his parents were looking at him in front of him, smiling at him like they did back then.

"My son is back. I just came back the day before yesterday." Song Yuanchao wiped away his tears and said to his parents: "There is something my son wants to tell you two elders. In this day and age, did you, Mom and Dad, bless me in heaven? Did you specially ask me to come back?"

"Father, mother, my son is not filial. He didn't leave a man and a half woman to the Song family in his previous life, and he didn't make a name for himself. Is it because you feel that you can't see it, so you brought your son back? If so, can you tell me?" me?"

A gust of wind blew, and the candles in front of Gong's tomb swayed slightly. Song Yuanchao stared intently at the dancing candlelight, and couldn't help feeling excited.

"Yes? It must be like this?" Song Yuanchao kowtowed three more times at the tombstone, and said in tears, "Don't worry, my son will definitely not be like before this time, and he will definitely live up to your expectations, Dad Mom, it is still stipulated that you can’t burn paper. When it is released in a few years, my son will definitely burn more for you. These snacks were your favorites when you were alive. You should eat more and live better there. You must protect your son!"

In front of the tomb, Song Yuanchao said a lot to his parents, past life, present life, everything that came to mind, he held back for a long time and said it all, until all three sticks of incense were burnt out, Song Yuanchao kowtowed a few times before getting up again .

Standing in front of the tomb and telling his parents to come see you again in a few months, Song Yuanchao wiped away his tears and turned to go down the mountain.

When going down the mountain, Song Yuanchao felt a lot more relaxed. Maybe he said all the things he was holding back in his heart today. After these words were spoken, he naturally let go of his heart and became more relaxed.

When we got back to Gusu Railway Station, it was already around four o'clock in the afternoon. When Song Yuanchao came, he didn't know the exact time of his return, so he didn't buy a return ticket.Now I went to the ticket office to see that the only train back to Shanghai was the slow train at 03:30 p.m., and this slow train would take more than six hours. When I arrived in Shanghai, it was [-]:[-] in the morning the next day.

After thinking about it, Song Yuanchao decided to stay in Gusu overnight and return at dawn tomorrow.

He bought a ticket for tomorrow morning at 08:30, left the train station and walked towards the city for a while, and then found a clean looking hotel to stay in.

The current hotel is not the hotel of later generations. There are very few single rooms, and usually there are three to five people in one room.

Accommodation requires a letter of introduction from the unit, and the price is also calculated according to the bed.The hotel Song Yuanchao found was relatively clean, and the price was a bit more expensive. It cost two yuan to stay one night, but because the hotel had a public bathroom, there were quite a few people staying in this hotel.

A bed was opened, and Song Yuan turned around to enter the house. This is a room for three people. The people who stayed in the room before looked like they should go out. There was luggage in front of the bed by the window, and the bed in the middle. The bedside table also contained personal items such as toothpaste and toothbrush, and the bed next to the door was left for Song Yuanchao.

Song Yuanchao didn't care about this, anyway, he just stayed here for one night and left at dawn tomorrow. He took out an enamel jar from his schoolbag and put it on the bedside table of his bed, in this way to inform people that this bed was already dead. There is an owner.

Then, Song Yuanchao left the hotel for a walk around the area, and bought some local specialty snacks at a time-honored store in the city.Now that you are here, you always have to bring something back. Whether it is Zhang Jianguo's family, or Li Daqi who made an appointment to come to his house in a few days, these specialties are excellent for entertaining people.

After buying good things, I found a place to eat a bowl of noodles.

Gusu's noodles are very famous. The noodles with eight treasure toppings are neither soft nor hard. The two people who lived there hadn't come back yet, so Song Yuanchao didn't care, and went straight to the hotel's public bathroom with a towel and washbasin to take a bath.

The public bathroom of the hotel is at the end of the corridor. It is said that the bathroom is actually a tiled room connected with a few iron pipes for flushing, allowing people to take a hot bath. However, in this era, hotels with such facilities do not It is rare, which is one of the reasons why the price of this hotel is slightly higher and the business is good.

After washing, feeling relaxed, Song Yuanchao returned to the room with his things in his hands, and when he entered, he found that the guest who lived with him had finally returned.

"Hello."

"Hello……."

Entering the door, the two people who were talking raised their heads and looked towards the door at the same time when they heard the voice. Seeing Song Yuanchao walking in with a washbasin, they immediately understood that this was a guest living together, and they greeted each other politely.

These are two men wearing blue cadre uniforms (similar to the [-]th military uniform, but somewhat different). Judging from their attire, they should be cadres from that company on a business trip.

One of the two is fat and the other is thin. The fat one is probably in his forties, and his head is already half bald, showing the tendency of poached eggs.

The thin one is wearing glasses and looks in his early thirties. The fat comrade is obviously the main one between the two, because the fat comrade's bed is the one next to the bed, and the glasses man calls the fat comrade "section chief". ", the obvious mutual relationship can be guessed.

After greeting each other and nodding to each other, Song Yuanchao packed up his things, while the two continued to smoke and talk softly.

Song Yuanchao put the washbasin under the bed, and put the towels on the shelf behind the door to dry, then found a book from his schoolbag, and half-lyed on the bed to read it.

When he was away from home, even though he was in the same room, Song Yuanchao didn't intend to strike up a conversation with someone he didn't know. Anyway, he only slept for one night, and he carried all the money in his underwear pocket, and he didn't bring any luggage. Don't worry about running into any bad guys.

"Section chief, what should we do now? The third factory won't let go, and the fourth factory won't get through. You have to think of a way. If this problem can't be solved, how can we explain it when we go back?" The man with glasses had a sad expression on his face cried out.

"I think of a way? I'm just a small section chief and I'm not a fairy. How can I think about it?" The fat comrade's expression is not much better than that of the man with glasses. He kept rubbing his head, and his hair, which was not vigorous at first, was going to be shaved off by him.

"Why don't we go directly to Factory One and Factory Two tomorrow to ask?" the man with glasses said hesitantly.

"It's useless to go there!" Fat Comrade glared at him angrily: "We are somewhat related to the third factory and the fourth factory, and they have all been shut down, let alone the other factories? If I had known, why would I go now? Did you spend so much money, get such a pile of waste products, and want to sell them to others? They are not stupid."

"But the section chief, the factory is still waiting for our reply. It's been so many days since we left. How can we explain if we want to go back like this?"

"Anyone who loves to confess will be accountable." Hearing this, the fat comrade immediately became angry, and raised his voice, saying: "This is not my problem. I am the head of the supply and marketing department, not the production department. If you have any product problems, go to the production department. Ah! Why are you looking for me? I will not blame you!"

"I know, I know, section chief, please don't get angry." Seeing that the fat comrade was in a shattered posture, the man with glasses hurriedly persuaded him: "That being said, the problem must be solved. Don't forget that there are a lot of goods in the factory. Now the third factory and the fourth factory are refusing to accept the goods, it will be a huge loss if they cannot be sold, and our supply and marketing department will not be able to run away when the responsibility is investigated!"

"Hi!" The fat comrade squeezed his fist and slammed it on the bed, with a helpless expression on his face.

With a bang, Comrade Fat's punch was too big, and with a wave of his hand, the tea mug on the side was brought down, and when it fell to the ground, Song Yuanchao, who was immersed in the content of the book, was startled.