The days of 1989 were like water flowing, slowly unfolding.

On January 20 of this year, George Herbert Walker Bush took office as President of the United States.

On February 15, all Soviet troops withdrew from Afghanistan, and the 10-year-long Afghan War ended.

"…The Cross-Strait Olympic Committee officially reached an agreement, and the Taiwan team participated in international sports events under the name of "Chinese Taipei"..."

The news of the day was playing on the radio. Du Yuan was wearing a reading glasses, his hands were covered with soy sauce, and he was busy pickling his pickles.

Xiaoju's mother was in the inner room, stepping on the sewing machine with her feet. The sewing machine occasionally heard the sound of "da da da da da" which complemented the quiet raindrops outside the house.

Liu Zhi and Wu Geng moved back to Zhongjiawa. This day when spring rain is as precious as oil, the years in Zhongjiawa are still quiet and the world is undisturbed.

Du Xiaoju sat at the table, frowned slightly, preparing for her self-study exam. On the table, there was no foundation, eyebrow pencil, lipstick, a box of snow cream, and a mouthful of oil, which was all her cosmetics.

Qin Dong half leaned on the bed, which was printed old sheets of cranes and pine trees. The most important thing at this time was the meaning, but it was all natural cotton fiber textiles, which were very comfortable to touch with your hands.

"What are you looking at?" Du Xiaoju turned her head. This year, she finally stopped leaving her braids, but instead permed her hair short, but she still tied up the hair behind her with rubber bands.

"Reading books." Qin Dong is in his hand with Mr. Mei's "Guide to the Beer Industry".

In the 1980s, people were obsessed with pursuing knowledge, creation, reading, exploration and thinking as the greatest pleasure in life, and felt happy, very romantic and poetic.

At this time, material things are not rich, but people are fulfilled in their hearts, not panic or impetuous, have ideals and ambitions, work hard for a better life, simple and beautiful, and are nostalgic.

And integrity is also the conscience of society at this time.

It is precisely because of the conscience, bottom line, and a sense of social responsibility that the world is so bright at this time that people are full of hope for a better life.

...

The rain has not stopped.

The human spirit in the world in the world is the most warm.

Qin Dong looked at Du Xiaoju's silhouette. He would rather stay at this moment than walk away.

In the rain, a thin and black man touched Qin Dong's yard, found a military bag, touched it, took out the key inside, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

With a loud whistle, in an instant, behind the big tree, in the alley, under the low wall, several young and seventeen years old came.

"Little Tree," Zhong Xiaoyong wiped the rain on his head, "Does Brother Dong and Sister Xiaoju know?"

Du Xiaoshu glared at him, said nothing, and walked quickly outside the alley.

If you know, I will steal the keys like a thief!

"Bada"-

The key was inserted and Santana's car door opened.

Several naughty children were rushing into the car. Du Xiaoshu started the car proudly. The car drove for less than two steps, but the engine was turned off.

"I'm suffocating the car..." Du Xiaoshu smiled.

"Xiaoshu, can it work?" Xiaojun worried that he still remembered the car after hitting a tree with his shoulder a few years ago. I heard that this car costs more than 200,000 yuan.

"If you don't take the car, just go with your legs," Zhong Xiaoyong looked at Du Xiaoshu with compassion, "Xiaoshu drove the jeep with Gao Hu..."

Du Xiaoshu learned to drive with Gao Hu, and got it very quickly. After Qin Dong drove into Santana, Gao Hu regarded the car as a treasure and was not easily touched. When Du Xiaoshu wanted to drive, Gao Hu sat in the passenger seat with fear and stared at it, for fear that there would be a little mistake and scratch the car paint. He felt distressed himself.

The car started again, and this time Du Xiaoshu drove very well. He changed gears and quickly got into the fourth gear. The car was running all the way on the wide street.

...

Chinese human body oil painting exhibition.

When Santana stopped and looked at the banner above the exhibition hall, Du Xiaoshu's throat moved, but several children became excited.

"I'll go queuing first." Zhong Xiaoyong, who was sitting in the co-pilot, immediately pushed the door and got out of the car, and rushed in front of the team in the drizzle.

He is not queuing in line, it’s almost the same as jumping in line.

However, in the rain, many citizens came to queue up to visit, most of whom were men, young young people and seventy-seven old people.

Du Xiaoshu proudly got out of the car with the keys and looked at the group of people proudly, "I heard that someone has a body model..."

"Yeah." A few naughty children were less confident. Some of them responded in a low voice and looked around with guilt. Before they even entered the venue, they felt dry mouth and their heartbeats accelerated.

The real legal existence of the Mannequin and Mannequin Oil Painting Art Exhibition was already after the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee in 1978.

With the reform and opening up, the social environment has been relaxed, and the Chinese people's concepts have also changed, which has also brought about great development in nude art.

At the beginning of last year, my country's first monograph "Theory of Nude Art" that systematically studies nude art was published.

Today's exhibition of human body oil painting is also the first time in our country. This is a popularization of art to the Chinese people. Art has come down from the "ivory tower". And ordinary people, especially those who voluntarily pay to enter this strange "ivory tower", are progress in itself.

"Xiaoshu, I have to buy tickets." Zhong Xiaoyong squeezed back. They never had to buy tickets when watching movies, and they rushed in.

"Buy it." This time, Du Xiaoshu was very generous, "How much does one cost?"

"Two pieces."

"Well," Du Xiaoshu took out twenty dollars from his pocket and cursed, "It's expensive." He still willingly paid the money.

He looked at the banner above, and the exhibition of Chinese human body oil paintings.

But he would not have thought that this exhibition was unprecedented and almost a lasting one. China has never held a similar exhibition of such a scale in the following 20 years. However, this human body oil painting exhibition in 1989 has permanently become an epoch-making watershed between China's sex education and sexual civilization.

"Wow—"

"Hiss—"

"ah--"

Several children walked in with the crowd, looking at the lying, sitting, and standing human oil paintings, some facing you, some facing back to you, and some facing side to you, and a group of children could only emit simple syllables from their mouths.

Zhong Xiaoyong followed Du Xiaoshu and looked at Du Xiaoshu's serious appearance. Although his face was red, he became solemn.

"Xiaoshu, why are there only women?" he whispered beside Du Xiaoshu.

"If there is a man, I will ask me two dollars, but I won't come." Du Xiaoshu stared at the wall without blinking.

Under the Western-style stained glass windows, there are works one by one. In this rainy weather, Du Xiaoshu suddenly felt that he had grown up.
Chapter completed!