If you are a kid from Shonan, then as long as you turn on the TV, you will not be able to avoid the name Long Chunni.
Peng Bo called Lu Gengshen and walked up to Long Chunni with a smile.
At this time, this godmother in the entertainment industry, who would become famous in later generations, standing shoulder to shoulder with Wang Beihua and Yang Tianzhen, was still an out-and-out Hunan girl.
Oh, he also saw Ouyang Changlin in the distance. The man who promoted Xiangnan TV to the whole country was still the director of Xiangnan Economic TV Station at this time. It was he who, four years ago, insisted that there were sycamore trees in the photo taken by Peng Bo.
The place where we are is Shanghai, but it is the time of winter that is approaching. The leaves of the sycamore trees have already fallen off, leaving only the bare branches swaying in the wind.
"Wutongli, what a name. In fact, I should have come to visit in the summer." Peng Bo carried two boxes of snacks, got out of the taxi with Wu Qianyu, and walked on the streets of Wutongli.
Today's visit was something Wu Qianyu had mentioned several times. The reason was that Wu Qianyu had advanced several months' salary, and Wu Jiamu's mother insisted on thanking Peng Bo in person.
But this time, Peng Bo was really busy with matters in the newspaper office and the real estate list. He went to the capital twice in the middle, so the matter was delayed. But today Wu Qianyu mentioned it again, with a very firm attitude.
He had to go through this with her.
"Actually, it really doesn't have to be so troublesome. It's all a trivial effort, so why bother." Peng Bo tightened the collar of his coat. The cold in Shanghai and Haihai is not like that in the north. It's not dry and cold, but with a damp feeling.
Wet and cold.
He looked at this section of alley. This was the real alley in Shanghai. It was across the street from Yuyuan Garden and Chenghuang Temple. In Wutongli, he remembered that demolition would not begin until twenty years later. The real cost of land was not that he did not want to demolish it, but that he wanted to demolish it.
Sorry.
"When should we sell the house here?" Wu Qianyu saw him looking at the place and said with a smile, "But the old neighbors who have lived together for many years are reluctant to part with it."
"Don't sell it, the land here will be very expensive in the future." Peng Bo said as he walked in, "If you have to sell it, sell it to me. I will buy it, as much as I can."
Wu Qianyu smiled, "You have never lived here before, so you don't understand."
"Then you haven't seen where I live, and you don't understand it either." Peng Bo responded with a smile.
The place where he lived was similar to here, but when he looked around, he saw that the courtyards here were very narrow. Each courtyard was filled with briquettes, bicycles and other items. The small space was only room for turning around. Unlike the Guangchang Apartment,
so spacious
"Aunt Li." Wu Qianyu greeted her neighbor with a smile, and then looked unnaturally at Peng Bo, who was carrying two boxes of snacks behind her.
The neighbor wearing a thick sweater naturally focused on Peng Bo, "Boyfriend?"
"This is my boss."
"Aren't you still in college? Where's the boss? Professor?" Huhai's mother looked at Peng Bo carefully, making Peng Bo feel uncomfortable.
Wu Qianyu blushed, "It's really the boss, Mom, we have a guest." She shouted softly upstairs, "It's narrow here, be careful." Just as she was speaking, Peng Bo's head touched him, and he
He looked up at the basket that touched him. He didn't know what was in it, let alone who it belonged to, so he could only rub his head gently.
"Let Nong be more careful," Wu Qianyu smiled and couldn't help but stretched out her hand to give him a rub. Seeing the strange look from her neighbor, she could only retract her hand, "You people from the mountains and seas are all human beings.
Tall and tall..."
As the two climbed up the stairs, they heard the whispers of neighbors behind them.
"He's a foreigner."
"That's right, I never heard my daughter say she is from Shanhai."
"How can we, Shanghai girls, find country people?"
They spoke in Shanghainese dialect, but Peng Bo understood it clearly, but he could not and would not argue. The door of Wu Qianyu's house had been opened, and a neatly dressed middle-aged woman was standing with a smile.
At the door, "Hello, Mr. Peng, welcome to my home."
"Hello, aunt." Peng Bo also smiled and nodded.
"Quick, quick, sit in the room." Mother Wu's mother was very enthusiastic.
The Wu family's home is very narrow. There is a small table by the window and a bed below it. It is probably put away at ordinary times. It can be put out when guests come, so it can be used as a living room.
Although the place is narrow, it is neatly tidied up. There is a 35-brand table clock on the table, which seems to be a luxury item in this family. In the past, when the older generation of Shanghainese got married, in addition to 48-legged furniture and watches,
In addition to sewing machines and bicycles, it was a very honorable thing to have a 35-brand table clock. At that time, they were supplied with coupons, and you couldn't buy them even if you had money.
Through the window, you can see the shadow of the Taiping Hotel. At this time, there were not as many high-rise buildings along the Huanghu River as there would be in later generations.
"Xiao Peng, you have taken good care of Qianyu these days. Our whole family is very grateful. You have helped us a lot a few days ago. Come and have tea and sweets." Wu Jiamu's mother is very enthusiastic. Judging from her appearance,
Wu Qianyu looks very much like her mother, with that delicate appearance.
"Auntie, there's no need to be busy, we'll leave after a while." Peng Bo stood up and gave way.
Common people in Shanghai always reserve some candies, dried snacks and other things for entertaining guests. Even children know that these foods are for guests and should never be touched, but you can taste some when entertaining guests.
Even old-school Shanghainese people are very dissatisfied with serving guests with a cup of tea. When guests come, in addition to a cup of tea, they have to put out a basin.
Peng Bo took the candy handed over by Wu Qianyu and said with a smile, "Qianyu has been helping me. If it's troublesome, I should tell you."
The people upstairs were giving way, and the neighbors downstairs were not idle either. In the corridor of the alley, they gathered together in twos and threes, talking about Peng Bo.
"...Well, Mr. Wu's family probably made a lot of money in the past. When he first moved here, he temporarily went to her room and brought out two basins, one sweet and one duck gizzard liver, one sweet and one salty.
Those candies must be carefully considered, all of them are from Vitalix..."
"The living conditions of the Wu family are not as good as they used to be. They are much tighter now. There were guests at home last week. When they brought out a bowl of candy, the wrappers were so stuck that they couldn't be peeled off. I don't know how much time had been put there..."
..., smiled and said, "Qianyu has been helping me. If it's troublesome, it's me who should say it."
The people upstairs were giving way, and the neighbors downstairs were not idle either. In the corridor of the alley, they gathered together in twos and threes, talking about Peng Bo.
"...Well, Mr. Wu's family probably made a lot of money in the past. When he first moved here, he temporarily went to her room and brought out two basins, one sweet and one duck gizzard liver, one sweet and one salty.
Those sweets are exquisite, all
Peng Bo couldn't hear the neighbors' comments. He only heard Wu Jiamu's mother asking him politely, but it was not as famous as the People's Evening News.
"Yeah, a good company." Wu Jiamu's mother praised. Old Shanghai people are not like later generations of Shanghai people, asking each other how the company's treatment is? How much is the salary? How much is the bonus... the etiquette is still there.
"In that case, Xiaoyu will talk to Mr. Peng and have lunch here."
"No, Auntie, you really don't need it." Peng Bo looked at the food on the table. It was very rich, and he was an ordinary Shanghainese.