MTL - It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]-Chapter 113 Signal
Jiang Shuangling came to the Shancheng Academy of Fine Arts. She looked at the various buildings of the school and the students hurriedly walking on the campus, and suddenly had a sudden feeling of a big dream.
It seems that I have returned to the school days, but the people and things in my memory have become gray.
At this time, people did not have mobile phones, and there were no bow-headed people on the school road. Various paintings and colorful walls were mottled on the walls of the teaching building.
The man sitting by the pool propped up the easel and squeezed out the aqua blue paint with the other hand.
Jiang Shuangling inquired about the location of the exam. The art exam is nothing more than painting. In addition to a cultural exam, Jiang Shuangling handed in three works. She completed the exam very smoothly, and the final result has to wait. Notice in a few days.
Jiang Shuangling breathed a long sigh of relief, and went back on Wang Xiazhi's downwind boat. When she got home, she always thought about the black and white TV she saw in Shancheng before.
She was a little curious about black and white televisions.
In Jiang Shuangling's memory, she has never seen a black and white TV, only remembers that when she was a child, she was arguing at home to buy a color TV VCD, and what kind of repeater, so she had a black and white with an antenna. The TV is extremely curious.
What are the TV shows of this era?
Will there be cartoons?
Children like TV more than adults, right?
…
Jiang Shuangling kneaded the dough, her mind let loose for a while, she kept thinking about whether she should buy a black and white TV to make the children happy, although it may not be such a wonderful program, But it's also a good stuff to relieve boredom.
If it can be kept for decades, it is still an old antique...
Qi Heng walked into the kitchen, saw her worried face, and asked with concern, "What are you thinking about? The exam at the Shancheng Academy of Fine Arts?"
"No." Jiang Shuangling came back to her senses from the black-and-white TV, and with some flour on her hands, she naughtyly wiped the three-stroke cat's whiskers on Qi Heng's face, "Qi Heng, I saw black and white TVs sold in the mountain city."
"Do you know what TV is?"
"I know." Qi Heng paused, "Do you want?"
"Think, brother, can you get a ticket? Buy one for your family?"
"There are tickets."
"Then buy it!
Comrade Xiao Jiang has made a decision!
Even a black and white TV without color is one of the luxuries of this era. Fortunately, Jiang Shuangling got a good extra for the reprint of "Fire" before, otherwise, if you buy a TV and come back, It hurts.
—It really hurts.
A TV can buy a lot of meat.
"Exchange the cigarette ticket at home." No one smokes in their family, so the cigarette ticket is redundant, and the ticket can be exchanged for money.
Qi Heng pursed her lips and smiled lightly, "Are you going to be careful again?"
"Your daughter-in-law, I am very careful every day!" Comrade Xiao Jiang was very angry.
Such as a TV.
Because she is not very sensitive to numbers by nature, Jiang Shuangling doesn't like it and has no ability to deduct money. She always spends money based on feeling, part of it is saved, and the other part must be spent Gotta spend.
You and your family should not be short of food, clothing, housing, and transportation.
It is obviously different from some women in this era. Some sisters-in-law will dislike her for not being a housekeeper, and they do not know how to save too much, especially the wife of Political Commissar Xue, who is reluctant to eat and wear. I don’t want to make more clothes for my children. The meals at home are not oily and watery, not to mention other snacks, even a winter melon candy. Jiang Shuangling once thought their family was difficult. All the money was saved.
This is a habit in the family, Jiang Shuangling didn't say anything, she just felt that the child was suffering.
After Qi Heng got the ticket, Jiang Shuangling immediately took the money and ticket to the city to buy a TV, which was a hot sale, fortunately, when she went there, the department store A new batch has arrived.
She carefully carried the pimple TV back in her arms.
"Wow! Mom what are you holding?!
"Sister!"
"Hurry up, don't block me, be careful to drop things."
"This is a TV, we have a black and white TV at home, and we can watch TV in the future!"
"TV!
Jiang Che and Qi Yue followed behind her like two little stalkers, Xiao Huihui also followed curiously, Zhao Yinghua looked at the gray-white big man, and said curiously: "This is TV?"
Jiang Shuangling nodded, she connected the power supply, the black and white TV made a squeaking sound, and then...
No picture.
Jiang Shuangling: “…”
What does it mean? It is possible that the signal cannot be received on the mountain.
"Mom, why is there a snowflake in the TV." Qi Yue stared at the sizzling snowflake lines on the screen and asked curiously.
"Sister, how should I watch TV?"
"Daughter-in-law, is this what you watch TV?"
Jiang Shuangling fiddled with the antenna, the picture on the TV was still a snowflake, Comrade Jiang wanted to cry without tears, wouldn't it be possible to buy this thing and not receive the TV station?
Can I only watch TV in the mountain city? ?
Is he playing with her?
"Would you like to take it to the yard and try it?"
Jiang Shuangling: “…”
Maybe the signal in the yard could be slightly better?
While they were thinking about how to move the TV to the yard, Qi Heng came back, "What...what are you doing?"
Jiang Shuangling wanted to cry without tears, "Qi Heng, look at the TV I bought there is no picture."
Qi Yue: "Dad, you can only watch snowflakes on TV."
Jiang Che: "Sister said that there is no signal in our family."
Zhao Yinghua: "... TV is like this?"
Children Qi Hui: "Dad?"
Qi Heng: "…"
Qi Heng touched Jiang Shuangling's wrist with his chin, "Miss Jiang, look at the time."
Jiang Shuangling followed his gaze to the watch on her wrist, "Brother, what's the matter."
Qi Heng said lightly: "Wait for seven o'clock."
Jiang Shuangling was confused: "???????"
Why wait for seven? ? ? !
Then her head was stunned, and she suddenly realized that the reason was that there were basically no TV programs in this era.
Jiang Shuangling: “…”
Just like the radio at home, most of the various radio programs are concentrated in the evening from 7:00 to 9:00.
Other times.
—Snowflakes for you!
The day is of course hard work, how can you watch TV.
Come on, in this era, there is no need to set up children's anti-addiction, the TV station directly dictates when there will be TV programs.
"Then let's watch it later, and watch TV together after dinner."
Jiang Shuangling breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was no signal. If there was no signal, every day would be a snowflake, and she couldn't accept it.
You can't really buy a broken lump.
After dinner at night, the whole family sat around in front of the TV, and even Comrade Xiao Huihui sat next to his father and brothers, staring curiously at the table with his mouth open. big squares.
Jiang Shuangling connected the TV to the power supply. After a few beeps, the picture finally changed, with a clear TV picture and the loud voice of the announcer.
Standing next to the TV, Jiang Shuangling covered her ears subconsciously, first feeling harsh, and then immediately turned down the sound of the TV.
"This voice sounds familiar, isn't it Xiao Song?" Zhao Yinghua recognized the voice.
"The one that said the news on the radio!"
"It's like seeing a real person!
"Why is this kid a little fat?"
…
Although there are few TV programs in this era, they can make up two hours. The daily programs are also varied. They can receive three TV stations, and some will broadcast some simple cartoon TV series. , there is also an old movie, as well as music acrobatics, model shows and current affairs news and so on.
Because they don't have a program list, watching TV every day is like drawing a lottery. I don't know what new things the TV station has come up with today.
Of course, after reading a lot, you can also find some patterns.
Since their family bought a TV set, children from other families will come to watch whenever cartoons and acrobatic performances start, and of course, there will be other adults.
After there were too many people, I moved the TV to play outside the courtyard.
Block their enthusiasm for watching TV.
When the show on TV turned into snow again, they all went home regretfully, ready to wash and sleep.
A day's life is like this.
Never have a late night show.
Children in other families are also arguing that their parents want to buy a TV. Jiang Shuangling also knows that other people's homes will gradually add such an appliance.
After having a TV at home, it also brought a problem to Zhao Yinghua.
"Xiao Jiang, help me see tomorrow, what is the second half of this movie about..." Because Zhao Yinghua is going to take a class in the mountain city, she can't watch TV at home every day, sometimes the TV broadcasts movies, Likes to be divided into upper and lower parts.
Zhao Yinghua hated herself the most after watching the first half of the movie, but was not at home the next day.
That's really itching!
Jiang Shuangling: "Okay, Mom, I will write down the plot, but don't worry, it will be broadcast on TV later."
There are not many movies in total, they are all played over and over again.
…
Zhao Yinghua did not endure such painful days for long. The teachers from the Children's Palace over there pooled together to buy a TV set. These are good, Zhao Yinghua can still watch a few shows.
"The TV is so beautiful, I wish I had this stuff when I was a kid." Zhao Yinghua, who was over fifty years old, couldn't help but sigh.
Jiang Shuangling smiled, thinking that it would be better if the Internet and smart phones appeared in people's daily life in a few decades.
Jiang Shuangling's test results came out. She was accepted by Shancheng Academy of Fine Arts and officially became a student of the school. The school informed her to go to class in March.
Sun Yuan saw her at school and was happy for her: "It's great, I didn't expect that we could really become alumni."
"I'm not necessarily a student here."
"Why not, come to the school to have a class, we are the students of Shanmei, come come, I will take you around the campus."
…
Jiang Shuangling started a round trip between the mountain city and her home. Her daily life is much hectic than before, so she did not continue her music class at school, but was only responsible for Art class in elementary school.
Mr. Zhang said something sour when she saw this, but Jiang Shuangling ignored her.
Students are reluctant to Jiang Shuangling, an art teacher who once taught music, and still remember the time when this little teacher led everyone to sing. Jiang Shuangling had no choice but to occasionally sing with everyone in art class .
Just like the math teacher next door to teach you physical education.
Mathematics classes in this era may really be taught by physical education teachers.
Jiang Shuangling took a one-day class in Shanmei. After the painting in her hand was completed, it was completely dark outside, and she naturally couldn't go back today, so Jiang Shuangling went to Zhao Yinghua's residence , rest there for a night, and go back early the next day.
When I woke up in the morning, the mountain town was still shrouded in white mist. Jiang Shuangling fry an egg pancake at will, and cooked a bowl of preserved egg porridge. After breakfast, she went with the unfinished preserved egg porridge. Dock home.
"Oops, why is it raining again."
The continuous spring rain beat on the roof tiles of each house, making a rustling sound.
The mountains in the distance are hazy, and the mist and rain cover the green trees and red walls.
Jiang Shuangling held the umbrella in her hand and went down the stairs just to pass a section of the bridge, but she happened to see a tall figure standing at the head of the bridge, holding an umbrella, and saw her in the drizzle.
It's Qi Heng.
"Brother? Why are you here." Jiang Shuangling was a little overjoyed to see the person in the rain. She put away the umbrella in her hand and squeezed under the other's umbrella.
Qi Heng took the things in her hand, "I'll take you home."
The two were walking on the bridge holding an umbrella. The catkins in the drizzle were blown off by the wind, and many of them hit their shoulders. Jiang Shuangling patted the white catkins on her shoulders, By the way, I stood on tiptoe to help Qi Heng's shoulders tidy up.
Jiang Shuangling sneezed, "It almost blew into my neck, it's so itchy."
"Let's go, let's go fast, I want to go home and take a shower."
December 1975.
Three years flies by.
"Qi Yue, wait for me!"
Qi Yue pushed open the door of the yard, Jiang Che chased after him, the two of them have no backpacks at the moment, the first one, after two or three years of jumping, has grown more than The boy of the same age was much taller, and he could almost be said to be a young boy. The younger brother Jiang, who was half a head shorter than him, wrapped his cotton jacket and followed into the courtyard gate.
"Big brother, big brother, big brother! The little guy like coin Huanjiao immediately ejected from the room and quickly crashed into Qi Yue's arms.
After receiving such a bullet, Qi Yue shook his body before hugging this fierce and unusual little guy.
This is the second classmate of Qi Dali in their family.
The reason why he shouted at his brother and rushed towards him was because Uncle Jiang Che could not bear the cannonball attack of this little guy for the time being.
There was a case where Jiang Che was knocked down by his nephew.
"Brother." Qi Yue took the child Qi Hui in front of him into his arms.
Qi Hui, who has a seven-point resemblance to Qi Yue, emerged from his brother's arms and tilted his head: "Brother, uncle, you are back!"
"Well, back."
"Hui Hui, where is my sister?"
"Mom is in the kitchen."
"Then what are you doing?"
Qi Hui climbed from his brother's arms to his uncle's arms, "Hui Hui sits and waits for dinner."
Qi Yue, Jiang Che: "…"
I don't believe it!
The two carried Qi Hui into the house, and immediately saw a stool scattered on the ground, this poor little wooden stool had been dismantled.
Jiang Che went to find a hammer to restore the bench to its original state. Qi Yue took his brother to the kitchen to meet Jiang Shuangling, "Mom, what shall we eat tonight."
Jiang Shuangling looked back at the two brothers with similar facial features, especially the two pairs of peach blossom eyes, and suddenly felt a little chest pain.
As soon as you get back, ask what to eat.
As the children of Qi Yue and Jiang Che grow up, Xiao Huihui is not as tall and strong, plus the terrifying Qi Heng and the powerful Zhao Yinghua, come again Mr. He, Their rice cooker can't stand it anymore.
One pot of rice is not enough, so I have to cook two pots.
"Let your dad buy another pot."
The pots at home are useless.
One door and three rice buckets.
"Ayue, go out with Huihui, look at him, and ask Ache to help me wash the vegetables."
Qi Yue nodded, and went out with the very well-behaved child Qi Hui in his arms. The child Qi Hui was not afraid, just afraid of his father and brother.
When facing other people, he is a little devil who bullies the soft and fears the hard.
If you don't send Qi Yue out, you really can't hold back this messed-up devil.
A four-year-old child is really a dog!
Jiang Shuangling watched the brothers leave the kitchen.
Bent over and started pouring rice into the pot, Jiang Shuangling held the heavy pot in thought for a while.
This child Qiyue is growing very fast. He is already only a head shorter than her before he is ten years old. After a year or two, he will be taller than her. As expected of his father, and I don't know why, his temperament began to favor Qi Heng.
He was talking about Qi Heng when we first met.
I don't know if it's because of being an older brother, and because he is a stinky younger brother who doesn't make people worry, Qi Yue lost the sharp-edged arrogance when he was a child, and began to become Calm and restrained.
Of course, sometimes it's "amazing".
Her younger brother Jiang Che is getting more and more handsome.
Qi Yi and Jiang Yi are in the same class, but they are deeply liked by other girls. Jiang Shuangling originally thought that Qi Yue's handsome face very similar to his father would make him more attractive to girls Welcome, but I didn't expect that the girl who is most liked by her younger brother Jiang Che.
In terms of appearance alone, Qi Yue is more like the first male appearance described in later novels, and Jiang Che prefers the kind of gentle, elegant, beautiful, and infatuated second male. They are about the same age. Still in love with the same girl...
Jiang Shuangling: "????!
Comrade Xiao Jiang poured out the rice washing water and patted the back of his head, thinking what kind of weird thing he was thinking about, it must be the one that Xue Li sent her recently Fiction influenced her.
"...What kind of an ancient and wonderful story." Jiang Shuangling was unable to complain about her own brain hole, "Even if I really want to choose a heroine, it should be me."
She was an unusual person who traveled to the 1970s.
"What are you talking about?" Qi Heng leaned against the kitchen door, hugged his chest and looked at his wife and muttered to himself.
He had already stood at the door, but found Jiang Shuangling staring at the rice in the pot in a daze.
"Qi Heng, I'm thinking...hey, don't you think your wife is very imaginative?" Jiang Shuangling suddenly felt that although a domineering male lead is an infatuated male second It was configured in ancient times, but for people of this era, they have never experienced such a baptism.
"You say, wait for ten or twenty years before I write a book? Be a writer?" Jiang Shuangling felt that she could take the lead in writing online articles.
Qi Heng: "…"
"You should paint honestly."
Jiang Shuangling: "Do you look down on me? I'll start writing a book tonight!
Before going to bed at night, Jiang Shuangling, who suddenly had a writer's pride, turned on the lamp and started her own creation.
Qi Heng sat on the bed and read a book. At the age of 28, he was more mature and handsome than five years ago, like a glass of mellow wine, intoxicating.
Jiang Shuangling took the pen and wrote the beginning of 200 words with great interest. When she reached 500 words, she could no longer write...
I don't know what to write.
It's a mess.
…
Comrade Jiang, who had only been a writer for one day, gave up his dream of writing.
She should paint.
Jiang Shuangling finally threw the pen away and began to dig out the letters she had communicated with Wang Xueshu and Xue Li these days. Only in these correspondence could she feel that she had the talent to be a writer.
In the recent letter, Wang Xueshu was showing her a daughter, yes, the guy who refused to have children at the beginning actually gave birth to a daughter secretly. name…
—Wang Meisheng.
Wang Xueshu: This is great, Meisheng and Junsheng can grow up happily together.
Wang Xueshu: When will you give birth to a little moon? Frost, ice mirrors are moons...
Wang Xueshu: Have a little dream.
Wang Xueshu: Qi Qingmeng.
Jiang Shuangling: “…”
Over the years, the comrade Pharaoh next door's preference for naming people has not changed.
Over the years, Xue Li also got married, and it seemed that she was with a postman. Jiang Shuangling had seen photos of the two of them, and she was a tall, thin man.
"Pharaoh sent me a photo of his daughter, but he hid it here?? This...she still writes on the photo, are you envious??"
Jiang Shuangling is so angry, can she be envious of having a daughter?
…I’m a little envious.
Qi Heng raised his head from the book: "Are you envious?"
Jiang Shuangling: "A little."
"Another one?"
Jiang Shuangling put on a blank face, "Comrade Qi, your idea is very dangerous, I will have another child... Do you know what Qi Hui did today?"
Qi Heng: "?"
"Didn't you find it when you came back? He smashed a tank at home, and he told me excitedly, Mom, you told the story of the 'Sima tank' smashing the tank, I just wanted to try it Try... so he smashed the tank at home..."
"If other children are really indestructible, hey, your son is really strong, so big!
Qi Heng: "…"
"Your son Qi Hui, he is a flea! A flea!
