The private phone originally installed in Qinwan was a rotary dialing black telephone. Although it was rotary, it was already the most fashionable item in the late 1980s.

Qin Dong’s phone number was placed on the round table in the house. Liu Zhi also found a new towel to cover it. She was clean and probably had to wipe the phone number several times a day.

"Brother, Da Teng gave me a pair of shoes. I don't want it. Da Teng's sister-in-law insisted on me holding it." Qin Nan walked to the door and shouted, "The whole room was full of people, the neighbors in the yard and the neighbors in Zhongjiawa, everyone was watching the fresh play of Zhongjiawa.

"You can just take it." Qin Dong didn't keep a pair of sneakers in his heart. He watched Qin Nan squeeze through the crowd, lifted the towel exaggeratedly, and looked at the black phone. Qin Dong was happy, "Brother, will we have a phone call in the future? Brother, I want to call one!" Qin Nan's eyes were expectant and a little nervous.

"Call." Qin Dong said without hesitation, but at this moment, the phone rang, the ringtone was very crisp, and the yard, which was still noisy just now, suddenly became quiet.

"Come on." Qin Dong looked at his sister encouragingly.

Qin Nan looked at Lu Xuguang, Zhong Xiaoyong and others next to her. She took a deep breath before picking up the phone, "Hey--" She held the receiver in both hands, her voice trembling, and she looked up from time to time to look at her brother.

"Hey, are you Qin Nan?" Du Xiaoshu's voice suddenly came from the phone. His voice was very polite, and there was no naughty tone!

"Are you Du Xiaoshu?" Qin Nan was very polite here, but when she was halfway through, she got stuck. She didn't know what to say, but Du Xiaoshu on the other side of the phone asked pretending, "Well, Qin Nan, then, have you eaten?"

Qin Nan smiled suddenly. She was about to answer when the phone buzzed, "Brother, the phone was broken." Qin Nan held the receiver and his face immediately became worried.

Qin Dong smiled, and he touched his sister's head, "The phone is not so easy to break, it's because Xiaoshu hung up..."

Sure enough, in Du Yuan’s yard, Du Yuan yelled at Du Xiaoshu, "What phone number is a few steps away? I shouted, everyone in Zhongjiawa can hear it, and they still need to call? Burn the buns!" He said while wearing a bread suit, Xiao Ju’s mother asked quickly, "It’s almost time to eat, where are you going?"

"I'll buy a lock." Du Yuan snorted, "If I continue to make this, my salary is not enough for the phone bill."

"The door is closed on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month." Du Xiaoju quickly reminded Du Yuan, but Du Yuan said stubbornly, "It's closed? Then I'll knock on the door again."

...

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, the fiery red Spring Festival couplets have been pasted on the door, and fresh peach branches are inserted on both sides of the door. The festive window flowers and the word "Fu" indicate that New Year's Eve is coming soon.

The white gas kept steaming in the kitchen, and the smell of the wheat from the snow-white steamed buns made people salivate. Under the night, Du Xiaoshu held a pot of pig's trotter and pushed open the door of Lao Qin's house with a basin of pig's trotter.

"Sister Zhi'er, my dad's pig's trotters are frozen. You can eat them first. You'll still come to my house after New Year's Eve." He looked at the TV, pulled a bench and sat down at the round table. Liu Zhi smiled and handed over a bun and a pair of chopsticks. Du Xiaoshu started eating without saying a word.

"Brother, the Spring Festival Gala in the city has begun." Qin Nan held the buns in one hand and pointed at the TV with chopsticks in the other hand and shouted, "Where are you? Didn't you say you are in the third to last row?" Liu Zhi and Du Xiaoju also stopped the chopsticks and looked at the colorful screen.

On the screen, Zhuge Liang, Xue Baochai, the dream lover, and the host of the news broadcast, may not even have this lineup for CCTV's Spring Festival Gala this year.

"Brother, I saw you, wearing a sweater knitted by Sister Xiaoju!" Qin Nan jumped up from the dining table and ran directly to the TV.

"Where is it? Where is it? Why didn't I see it?" Du Xiaoshu also brought the buns to the front, but the camera passed by and stayed on the beer on the round table for two seconds.

"Rongya Beer." Liu Zhier smiled, and she was also staring at the TV with concentration.

Qin Nan simply stopped eating and sat in front of the TV. Qin Dong couldn't help but shake his head. He used to be a regular visitor to CCTV programs! Of course, not everyone can watch the Spring Festival Gala in Qinwan City at this time.

"Brother, you!"

"Brother Dong, I saw you!"

The two children suddenly jumped up. This time the camera gave Qin Dong three seconds. Looking at himself on TV, Qin Dong also smiled. It was a good time to be young and in his prime!

"...At this time when all families are reunited, we miss our compatriots on the treasure island. We long to be with them, drink together and sing blessing songs." On TV, Tang Qiangguo recited with passion.

Ni Ping followed closely and used her unique sensational language to lay out, "Now, this moment has come. Mr. Ling Feng, a famous film and television singer from Baodao, originally from Qinwan, has sat among his relatives who have been away from for 39 years..."

"Eat, eat, both sides of the Taiwan Strait are reunited, don't squat there," Qin Dong greeted with a smile, "Eat..." He looked at the TV again, well, Rong Bee's camera appeared at least six times tonight!

"...I welcome the early spring of the Dragon Year, spring tides are everywhere in the island city, dragons and tigers leaps into new atmosphere, and reform and opening up are singing... "

"Dear audiences, let us always remember this happy night in the process of building the four modernizations and rushing towards the future!"...

"Brother, I saw you eight times!" The party was over. Qin Nan happily stretched out eight fingers while eating melon seeds.

"No, it's nine times."

“Eight times.”

"Nine times!"

...

The two children quarreled together, but Qin Dong clearly remembered that Rongya Beer appeared twelve times!

Twelve times!

What was the result of the twelve shots? The result was that the next day he arrived at the factory. Countless wholesalers once again blocked his sales department, and Rong Beer was directly out of stock!

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With the sound of firecrackers, New Year's Eve finally arrived. Qinwan, the whole city has never stopped since 4 pm!

Under the warm lights, in the colorful night sky, through the misty window glass, you can see that the Lao Qin family and the Lao Du family are sitting together again and having the New Year’s Eve dinner.

"Uncle, aunt, sister Zhier, I'll go to the factory." Qin Dong stood up and put on a bread suit.

"Go, go," Du Yuan was already slightly drunk. He smiled and waved his hand. "You are the general dispatcher now, so you have to go back to the factory to check it out. Go, come back before four o'clock, and your family is waiting for you to eat dumplings."

The whole family stayed up all year round on New Year's Eve. At four in the morning, Xiaoju's mother and Zhier sister made dumplings!

Qin Dong walked out the door with a smile, but Du Xiaoju followed him and instructed, "Go and come back quickly, come back early."

"Well, go back." In the bright night, Qin Dong smiled and waved his hand. If he raised his head again if he put on the sling, Du Xiaoju would still stand under the light in front of the door...

At this time, the Rongya Brewery was already bustling, and the masters in the cafeteria were not idle, and some female workers working night shifts were packing dumplings together.

Under the night, from a distance, the factory was brightly lit and the machines were roaring. Looking at this factory that carries hope, Qin Dong couldn't help but slow down the speed of the car. He breathed in his mouth with the smell of gunpowder and the smell of sea, and his chest was filled with excitement...

The cold wind blew his scarf and blew off the dust on his body. Oh, the 365 days of 1987 have passed, and 1988 finally arrived. My ambition is still there, and I am going to embark on a new road again...

"Shake off the dust all over the ground

embark on a long journey

Pursuing my dreams with infatuation

Three hundred and sixty-five days spent every year

Travel a day

Three hundred and sixty-five miles

How many 365 miles are there

Over the spring, summer, autumn and winter

Three hundred and sixty-five miles

How can it be wasted
Chapter completed!