Bai Fumei in the '70s

Chapter 122

After all, this year's understanding of portrait rights has not been so profound. He Songbai found his photo in the photo studio, and all he could do was spend twice the price to buy it.

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 she your wife now?"

He Songbai responded vaguely, afraid that others would ask more. After taking the photo, he carefully held it in his arms and soon plunged into the cold.

The first snow of this winter fell one after another.

He Songbai opened his umbrella and walked slowly.

He finally reached a place where no one knew him anymore, 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 looked dazzling with her pale skin. She picked up the flowers on the ground and sniffed them, 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 time passed too fast, and four years had passed in the blink of an eye.

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

At this time, somebody played a radio on the streets, "Why is the spring breeze blowing slowly."

"Why the autumn rain hits the treetops."

He touched the photo again. Looking at it in a daze, the two figures in the photo gradually faded into another.

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

He Songbai rubbed his eyes hard.

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

"I was so busy that I could not 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 Songbai on the car.

Lao Jin pressed the pause button of the radio and changed a song.

"Green grass and white mist."

"There is a beautiful woman by the waterside."

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.

It once floated in the valley countless times. When he first heard about it, Zhao Lanxiang discovered that he went to the pig farm to work, and felt tears in his heart. On his way back to the county town after delivering the pork, she sang it over and over again behind his bicycle seat.

Now when he listened to it again, He Songbai seemed to be able to smell the scent of soil after rain.

(The smell is called petrichor.)

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. (Why red?)