From a distance, Chen Chong could hear the powerful music vaguely. He said to the girl beside him: "It sounds quite lively."

The girl is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with bright eyes and white teeth, quite pretty. She is wearing a pink down jacket, a velvet hat and velvet gloves, and a beige scarf. She is very exquisitely matched, fashionable and cute. Even after twenty years, she is not out of date. She smiled and said, "They are quite noisy."

"The noisy and noisy in the winter can promote blood circulation and drive away the cold." In the cold wind, Chen Chong shrank his neck and asked, "Did you come here often to play?"

"It's not often. I've only been here to play a few times." The girl grabbed the pomrose on both sides of the hat, pulled the hat down, and said, "Beijing is not like Hong Kong, there is no dance hall or something. Everyone just tinkered with one by themselves, playing around, and sometimes it was crazy to play."

"Youth that has nowhere to be put on should be crazy." Chen Chong exhaled a white breath and said with a smile: "If you don't be crazy, you will get old."

When the girl heard this, she looked at him with her head tilted. Under the street lights reflected by the white snow, her eyes were bright.

"Mr. Chen, what you said just now is really good. Is it a poetry?"

"Poetry?" Chen Chong laughed. The dU era is the golden age of literary youth. After laughing, he said, "I am talking nonsense and can't even fight with poetry."

"I think it sounds very nice, beautiful, youth with nowhere to rest, and an indescribable melancholy and sorrow.

The famous general actually has a granddaughter with a strong literary atmosphere...

"So that." Chen Chong turned sideways, avoiding the cold wind that was coming to his face, and said, "If you are A Ming, what I said just now: Look at your behavior, you are all big men, why are you pretentious? Just play, just play, don't play, but you are a little beauty, I can't be abrupt and beautiful woman, so I'm just tactful, but the meaning is the same, and it has nothing to do with poetry."

The girl let out a crisp laugh, and she jumped happily in the snow and said, "Mr. Chen, you are so funny."

"Then you are wrong, do you believe it or not?" Chen Chong stood in front of a building that looked like an auditorium and said, "As long as I go in, it won't take long to stop inside, and then everyone goes back to their own houses and finds their own mothers.

"I don't believe it." The girl shook her head, and she bent her eyes and said, "Only a black-faced god like my grandfather can calm them down."

"Hey" While the two of them were talking, a young man in a dark green army coat came over, holding a flashlight, illuminating Chen Chong's face while shouting: "Outsiders are not allowed to come in here, go away, go away."

"Xu Xiaomao, is it you? I am Ningning."

"Oh, it's Sister Ningning." The young man put down the flashlight and said, "Didn't you say you've gone to Hong Kong?"

"I'll leave tomorrow." Ningning pointed at Chen Chong and said, "Grandpa asked me to go with him, saying that there was a way to take care of him."

"Who is this?"

In February of 19RU, Beijing was much colder than in later generations, especially on a windy and snowy night. Chen Chong stomped his feet while introducing himself: "Hello, my name is Shen Chong."

"It turns out to be Brother Chong, I'm sorry, sorry." Xu Xiaomao apologized cleverly and said, "Brother Ming has given instructions and said that you come and go in directly. It's all my fault for being stupid and didn't recognize him. Please, please come in."

"Okay." Chen Chong nodded, took two steps, and looked at Xu Xiaomao with the light leaking from the window, and found that he was tall and tender, as if he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was surprised. He heard his social conversation just now, but he didn't look like a doll with no hair. So he asked, "It's so cold outside, why don't you go in?"

"Brother Ming asked me to watch outside so that some blind people would break in and ruin everyone's interest.

"On this cold night, no one is on the street." Chen Chong turned his head and signaled, "Go in and play together, I'll tell him."

"Wu Ziming bullies you again, and drinks, sings and dances inside, so that you can get frozen outside." Ningning also spoke, saying, "Get in, don't be afraid, I will scold him to death later."

"I'd better not want to sing and dance."

Xu Xiaomao hesitated for a moment, but rejected the two of them. He took a few steps first, opened the thick door a crack, and invited the two of them in.

The warm heat as spring, the deafening music, the colorful lights, and the bustling crowd made Chen Chong stunned and subverted his understanding of Beijing. In his impression, Beijing in 19RU was black and white, gray, and the scene in front of him clearly told him that Beijing was colorful, bright.

This place used to be a large auditorium or theater. The typical Soviet architectural style, with thick columns and tall roof beams, had a strong and majestic beauty. The seats inside were all removed, the walls were covered with small neon strips, and a disco light was hanging in four corners. When they were rotated, they were colorful. At the bottom was a stage with several huge speakers on it, which were filled with English rock music with great rhythm. Groups of men and women, shaking their bodies and dancing with great concentration to the music. Seeing their appearance was quite enjoyable.

"How is it?" Ning Ning said proudly: "This place is not worse than the dance halls in Hong Kong, is it?"

"It surprised me so much"

Chen Chong never caught a cold in this noisy venue. He had never been to a dance hall in Hong Kong. After responding politely, he began to look for the figures of Kai-yuan and Lily in the crowd. However, there were too many people inside, the lights were too dizzy, and it flashed constantly, which made him dizzy. After looking for a while, he couldn't find the target. He had to follow Ningning and walk towards the left corner, where there was a bar on the side.

Ning Ning took off her hat and scarf, said a few words to the man behind the counter, gestured and asked Chen Chong what to drink.

Chen Chong looked at the various famous wines on the wooden counter behind him, and couldn't help but sigh that the second generations are really worthy of being the winners of life with plug-ins. In his previous life, in 19UU, he didn't know what kind of horse the head horse was. The second generations drank casually in the RU year...

"Come on Coca-Cola."

Drinking Coke in the middle of winter is quite painful. Chen Chong is just to experience history. You should know that in 1980, Coca-Cola was a rare thing in the mainland.

On 13th of 1978, four days before China and the United States signed the Joint Communiqué for the Establishment of Diplomacy, Coca-Cola signed an agreement with China Grain and Oil Import and Export Corporation at the Beijing Hotel. From 1979, Coca-Cola will enter China by consignment and be arranged to sell it by COFCO. After nearly a year of tossing and selling it, with the assistance of Hong Kong Wufengxing, the first batch of 30UU bottled Coca-Cola was sent from Hong Kong to Beijing at the end of 1979, with the retail price of 4 yuan per bottle and a bottle of foreign-related hotels. At this time, it was a sky-high price.

Ning Ning ordered a can of German tan beer very differently. She pulled the ring open, took a sip, stretched out her tongue, and said, "My grandfather likes this, I thought it tasted so good. It smelled strange, as if the wheat was burnt, it was really hard to drink."

“The tastes different in China and abroad.”

There is no electronic music control device at this time, either using a record or a tape, with a gap between them. After the rock music was over, Chen Chong was about to find someone while he saw someone dancing on the stage, holding a microphone, and shouting loudly: "Next, please invite Miss Lily from the United States to perform a dance for everyone, please applaud and welcome."

Chen Chong stood up while holding the coke bottle, and then saw Lily. She didn't know if she had drunk or was smoky with heat. Her cheeks were red and she was wearing only a black tight sweater and jeans. She walked into the circle surrounded by the crowd, smiled and gave a starter of a martial arts competition. After the music started, she started dancing.

Lily is dancing breakdancing, which is popular in the United States at this time. This kind of dance moves and rhythm are very strong, and it is very suitable for dancing under the disco lights. She has practiced martial arts since she was a child. She has excellent flexibility and explosive power. She can easily touch her difficult movements. With her tall and beautiful figure and pretty face, she is full of charm and sexy in every move. Some people are staring at the crowd, some cheering, some whistling wildly, and some muttering to herself.

"This girl is so powerful"

"Yes, look at her figure, long legs and big breasts, tsk, I'm so lucky if I were to die last time."

"Damn, you don't want to live anymore. That's the girl brought by Brother Ming. He heard it. Even if he doesn't die, he will have to lose his skin.

"So what about Aming? He dares to touch me?"

"Oh, I haven't seen you for a few days. You're so brave. Don't you know the energy of his family?"

"I'm a mama, it's up to you to pick up women by personal skills. What family background is it? Is it he picking up girls or his old man picking up girls?"

"Stop fighting, I tell you, this girl is from Hong Kong, and Ah Ming has just met her."

"I'll do it first. It's so boring to dance alone. I'll go and accompany her and touch her a few times. Hehe, when the raw rice is cooked, what can Aming do to me..."

Chen Chong kept treating Lily as his own sister. He was furious when he heard this. Seeing that the man was talking, he was really walking on the stage, so he swung the Coke bottle in his hand and directly hit him on the head.

"I'm a mama, it's up to you to pick up women by personal skills. What family background is it? Is it he picking up girls or his old man picking up girls?"

"Stop fighting, I tell you, this girl is from Hong Kong, and Ah Ming has just met her."

"I'll do it first. It's so boring to dance alone. I'll go and accompany her and touch her a few times. Hehe, when the raw rice is cooked, what can Aming do to me..."

Chen Chong kept treating Lily as his own sister. He was furious when he heard this. Seeing that the man was talking, he was really walking on the stage, so he swung the Coke bottle in his hand and directly hit him on the head.
Chapter completed!