A piece of white paper is a bit thick but still very rough. There are a circle of wavy decorative patterns printed around the front, and two small red lanterns above the middle, which are quite revolutionary.

He looked up and wrote three red words for buying a ticket. The bottom said it was the 28-type Feiyue Bicycle, and the date was printed below, and it was written as expired and invalid.

Apart from these, it is a red poke, with Gushan County Commercial Bureau printed on it. The note is written at the back of the paper ticket. Anyway, it is not forged or altered.

Seeing this ticket, Sang Bai was thinking in his heart why he couldn't have a computer and a printer like a normal family. If there was such a bicycle ticket, wouldn't he have as many as he wanted?

Of course, Sang Bai was immersed in this illusion for a while, and came to his senses, and honestly sent the ticket into the space and began to go to Guohua Bookstore by himself.

I visited the county town last time and knew that the so-called most prosperous county town center was not as convenient as the community he lived in in the future. There were no convenience stores, snack shops, and nothing. Naturally, there was nothing to visit.

When I arrived at Guohua Bookstore, I asked the store to take a few books and read them. At this time, the books were still on the counter, so I didn’t have to choose anything, so I couldn’t let you sit and read them. So Sang Bai picked some booklets for practicing calligraphy and bought some lead type for the boys and girls in the village.

Sang Bo doesn’t have the spare money to buy a pen. As for ballpoint pens, he doesn’t know if there are ballpoint pens in China now. Anyway, he hasn’t seen them in Guohua Bookstore.

At noon, I found a stairs and sat down, and made a peach while sucking, looking bored at the pedestrians on the street.

Just as I was feeling bored, I suddenly saw a guy next to me treating the steps as a table, holding an envelope of horse manure paper in his hand, and was carefully sticking stamps on the envelope.

The stamps are eye-catching, with a black image on the red base, and a little monkey sitting like this.

In the upper left corner of the ticket, the words "Chinese People's Post", "Gengshen Year, 8 minutes, 1980" are printed from small to bottom.

Monkey ticket!

Sang Bai recognized it at a glance. This was a very valuable monkey ticket forty years later.

Sang Bai does not collect stamps, but this thing is so famous that he remembers clearly because he likes Wang Qianyuan who has acted in a TV series called Monkey Point. This little thing has created dozens of episodes of story for the protagonist.

"Brother...comrade, where did you buy this ticket?" Sang Bai asked.

The busy man looked up at Sang Bai and said unhappily: "You are funny. If you don't buy stamps at the post office, where can you buy them?"

The man's eyes clearly stated: You are sitting at the door of the post office and eating peaches. You are also asking me where to buy stamps. You are a fool!

Sang Bai was criticized by someone, and he didn't get angry and hummed a little song and went to the post office.

The first thing I saw when I entered the door was a large green counter.

The very long guy probably has to be about ten meters, and the counter is very high, almost one, three or four meters.

The counter is blocked by cast iron railings, and there is a small window at a distance. Whenever you want to do business, you can communicate with the staff inside from this small window.

There were eight small windows in total, and each window was lined up in a long line. Sangbai found a team that looked less and stood behind.

While eating peaches, he slowly moved forward.

In the queue, Sang Bo suddenly turned his head and saw a child looking at him with his head raised. When he looked at his little eyes, he knew that he was greedy for the peach in his hand.

The child is about five or six years old and looks a little thin and malnourished, but the child has big eyes and long eyelashes. If it were the Sangbai era, it would be a porcelain doll made of pink and jade when it was nutritional.

"for you!"

Sang Bai fumbled out of his pocket, took out a peach and sent it to the child.

Forty years later, Sangbai dared not do this because every family is a little emperor and a little princess. If something happens, you will pay for it. There is no such statement in this era.

The child did not dare to take it, but kept shaking the hand of the adult next to him.

The child shook his hand, and the girl holding the child lowered her head and saw Sang Bai's movements, and repeatedly said, "Comrade, no, my brother just had lunch."

Sang Bai couldn't help but laugh. The child looked like a little bean sprout. Even after two lunches, he probably had no oil in his stomach.

Just as she was about to laugh, Sang Bai suddenly turned her head and saw the girl's appearance, and it seemed like she was hit by a wooden hammer in her chest.

The girl in front of her was quite tall, about 1.75 meters tall, only a little shorter than Sanba. She wore a plaid top on the upper body, a pair of blue work pants on the lower body, and light red layered cloth shoes on her feet.

The girl's clothes obviously didn't fit very well. They were a little loose when worn on her. It might be because the girl was too thin and could not support her clothes.

What made Sang Bai feel like thunder was naturally not this outfit, but the girl's eyes, big eyes, and black eyes were like a clear spring water. There seemed to be a sweet smile hidden between the quietness and serene, which made her fall into it.

The tall nose bridge is paired with a mouth that looks like a vermilion cherry. The face plate is a little bigger. If this face plate is placed on someone else's face, it will look a little abrupt, but with her facial features, there is a kind of harmony and vividness that is indescribable.

Seeing the man in line looking at him like this, the girl couldn't help but frown.

Sang Bai also came to his senses at this moment and explained a little awkwardly: "You look a bit like my classmate Ai Jing from high school!"

Ai Jing and other things were naturally Sangbai talking nonsense. Now he only thinks that the girl in front of him is more beautiful than all the women he saw in movies and TV in his previous life.

It seemed that the girl in front of her was using a pair of slim hands to flirt with her heartstrings, making her heart tremble.

Forty years later, Sang Bai never had any love, because the girls around him were either nightclubs, material coffee, or narcissistic coffee, with dirty words on his mouth. Usually when talking about men, they said: These guys are:

He felt that nightclub cafe was troublesome.

He looks down on others in material things, and others look down on him even more.

I won’t talk about narcissistic girls. Even if they are ugly, they will think that the rich second generation and domineering presidents will fall in love with her kindness deeply and love her so much that they cannot help themselves. Even if she slept all his friends and second generation, the president will wear a green hat of forgiveness with tears in his eyes.

The girl in front of me gave Sang Bai a feeling that she had never had in more than 20 years, that is, purity, nothing to hide, and no dark history for people to peek at. It was like a clear spring in the mountain stream, a quiet deer by the lake in the forest, and more like the spring breeze, a light pink plum blossom standing on the branches, independent and fragrant.

"Ai Jing?" The girl's face improved a lot.

In the 1980s, girls in the small town didn’t know so many tricks to pick up girls in later generations, such as playing hard to get and hiding the truth. At this time, girls usually went on blind dates and introduced them between relatives. Everyone met at the matchmaker’s house and thought it was good. They went to the small park. After one or two times, the two families were preparing to hold weddings. Those who could talk to themselves were pioneers.

"Yes!"

Sang Bai stuffed the peach in his hand to the child, and then cheered up and wanted to smile at the beauty.

"Do you line up?"

A middle-aged man behind him might be very anxious and started yelling at Sang Bai.

Sang Bai smiled slightly, reached out and made a gesture of asking for help: "If you are anxious, you can come first."

It was the girl and the middle-aged man's turn to be stunned for a moment, because Sang Bai's performance brought them a different feeling. It seemed that the guy in front of him was out of place with the place, but it made people feel very comfortable. The two of them didn't know how to describe it, but they just felt that the guy in front of him seemed a little special.

The middle-aged man stood in front of Sangbai without hesitation.

Sang Bai signaled back again, and two more people lined up in front of Sang Bai. When they were given up, the man had a high quality and waved his hand to signal that Sang Bai would not use it.

"Can I ask what your name is?" Sang Bai asked at the girl.

When Sang Bai asked, many people nearby smiled and looked at Sang Bai and thought to himself: This child is really bold.

"My name is Xia Yanqiu"

The girl replied happily.

"Hello, let me introduce it officially. My name is Sangbai, the mulberry tree of the mulberry tree, and the cypress tree of the cypress tree." Sangbai introduced himself seriously and stretched out his hand.

Xia Yanqiu felt that the boy in front of her was very interesting, different from the boy she had met before. She had a special temperament. This temperament made her unable to help but have a little thought of inquiring, so she stretched out her hand.

Sang Bai used his four fingers together and his big thumb to gently touch Xia Yanqiu's harvest and separated. This was the standard posture for shaking hands with the lady. If you don't hold it, just touch it lightly.

Sang Bai's performance made Xia Yanqiu feel that this person is very well-educated, so he naturally put down his guard a little.

After chatting for a while, Sang Bo learned that Xia Yanqiu was a ticket seller at the station. Today he was coming out to shoot a telegram for his brother. His little cousin, who was eating peaches and making peach juice on his face, came out to play with his cousin.

It was the turn of Sangbai, and it was Xia Yanqiu's turn.

"Do you have a monkey ticket?"

Seeing the salesperson's confused look at him, Sang Bai thought to himself: Look at your business level, the post office doesn't know the monkey ticket!

"It's red, with a little red monkey on it, released last year..." Sangbai explained.

"Yes, how many pictures do you want?"

"How many pictures do you have?" Sangbai asked.

The salesperson was so happy that he thought Sang Bo was here to make trouble: "I only have one version here. If you want it, I'll go to Curry to read it for you, and there will be more than ten versions."

"I want it all!" said Sangbai.

Seeing that the salesperson didn't move, Sang Bo felt that she might not know that she really bought it, so she took it out of her pocket and took out seven or eight tickets, each with ten yuan denomination, plus two five yuan, and some extra long tickets, which is the most money Sang Bo can take out at present.

"You really buy it?" The salesperson was stunned by him.

"Really buy it!"

"Okay, I'll show you!" The salesperson stood up from the position and took a trot to get stamps.

"What did you buy so much?" Xia Yanqiu became even more curious. He felt that if this person had either a brain problem or had a lot of money, or would he buy so many stamps and do what would he do when he went home?

Sang Bai smiled and said, "If you have money, buy a few. If you save it, you might be able to drive a car in the future."

Puff!

An old lady next to her couldn't help but be happy: "I said, "Young man, you can really make a fuck. If you change this thing to a car, who will change it with you."

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say."

Sang Bai smiled but said nothing.

At this time, the salesperson came back with a stack of monkey tickets, sat back in the seat and said, "There are eight versions in total, and there are some scattered ones, and there are one version in the scattered ones."

"I want the eighth version, let's go." Sang Bai calculated and counted the money in his hand.

"Why don't you want to have a scattered car? You can change a car wheel if you say a scattered car? "

Someone started to cheer.

Sang Bai didn't care and said lightly: "I happened to buy some fun with this thing. It's not necessary for me to expect this thing to get rich. Besides, what's the use of making so much money? No matter how much money you have, it's a bowl of rice and a bed. When you leave, you're naked. What's the point of doing with this trick?"

Hahaha!

The crowd around immediately burst into laughter. At this moment, everyone stared at Sang Bai with a clown-looking look. Some people even felt that this young man was not honest and had his cowhide broken.

Sang Bai didn't care. The smile on his face was still so sincere, the corners of his mouth were gently raised, and there was no hint of embarrassment in his eyes.
Chapter completed!