National Beer

The days of 1989 flowed like water, slowly unfolding.

On January 20 of this year, George Herbert Walker Bush assumed the presidency of the United States.

On February 15, all Soviet troops withdrew from Afghanistan, and the 10-year war in Afghanistan ended.

"...The Olympic Committee on both sides of the Taiwan Strait officially reached an agreement that the Taiwanese team will participate in international sports events under the name "Chinese Taipei"..."

The news of the day was playing on the radio. Du Yuan was wearing a pair of reading glasses and his hands were covered with miso, busy picking his pickles.

Xiaojuma was in the back room, stepping on the sewing machine with her feet, and the sewing machine made a "da da da" sound from time to time, which contrasted with the quiet rain outside the house.

After all, Liu Zhi and Wu Geng moved back to Zhongjiawa. This time when the spring rains are as expensive as oil, Zhongjiawa's years are still quiet and peaceful.

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

Qin Dong half leaned on the bed. The bed was an old bed sheet printed with cranes and pine trees. At this time, the most important thing was the meaning, but it was all natural cotton fiber textiles, and it was very comfortable to touch.

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

"Read the book." What Qin Dong holds is Mr. Mei's "Guide to the Beer Industry".

In the 1980s, people obsessively pursued knowledge and creation as they did for their first love. They regarded reading, exploration and thinking as the greatest joy in life, and they felt happy, romantic and poetic.

At this time, the material is not rich, but people's hearts are full, not panic, not impetuous, ideal and ambitious, working hard for a good life, simple and beautiful, which is nostalgic.

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

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

...

The rain has never stopped.

The smoke and fire in this worldly world are the most warming.

Qin Dong looked at Du Xiaoju's profile. He would rather time stay at this moment and never walk away.

In the rain, a thin and dark little man touched Qin Dong's yard, found a military satchel, touched it, took out the key inside, and a triumphant smile appeared on his face.

There was a loud whistle, and in an instant, behind the big tree, in the alley, under the low wall, several half-and-half children of 17 or 18 burst out.

"Little tree," Zhong Xiaoyong wiped the rain off his head, "Do you know Dong and Xiaoju?"

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

I know, if I know, I will steal the keys like a thief!

"Bar"——

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

Several bear children got into the car in a hurry, Du Xiaoshu started the car triumphantly, the car drove without two steps, but it turned off again.

"The car is suffocated..." Du Xiaoshu smiled.

"Small tree, can it work?" Xiaojun worried. A few years ago, he hit the tree with his son and still made his memory still fresh. I heard people say that this car is more than 200,000 yuan.

"If you don't take the car, you can go with your legs," Zhong Xiaoyong glanced at Du Xiaoshu courteously, "Xiaoshu followed Gao Hu through the jeep..."

Du Xiaoshu followed Gao Hu to learn the car, and he was quick to get started. After Qin Dong drove to Santana, Gao Hu regarded the car as a baby bump, so it was easy not to be touched. Du Xiaoshu wanted to drive, Gao Hu was sitting in the co-pilot fearfully. He watched, stared, for fear that there would be such a little mistake, scratching the paint, he felt distressed.

The car started again. This time Du Xiaoshu drove very quickly. He shifted gears, and quickly went into fourth gear. The car drove all the way through the wide street.

...

China Body Oil Painting Exhibition.

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

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

He is queuing, it's almost the same as jumping the queue.

However, in the rain, looking around, many citizens came to line up to visit, most of them were men, some young offspring, and some ancient old people.

Du Xiaoshu got out of the car with the keys triumphantly, and looked at a group of people triumphantly, "I heard that there are mannequins..."

"Yeah." The few bear children were not so confident. Some children responded in a low voice, and looked around with a guilty conscience. Before entering the field, each of them felt dry and their heartbeats accelerated.

The real legal existence of mannequins and body oil painting art exhibitions has been after the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee in 1978.

Reform and opening up, the social environment has become more relaxed, and the Chinese people's concept has also changed, which has also brought about the great development of nude art.

At the beginning of last year, my country's first systematic study of nude art, "On Naked Art" came out.

Today's body oil painting exhibition is also the first time in our country. This is a popularization of art among Chinese people.Art came down from the "ivory tower".The common people, especially those who voluntarily pay to enter this strange "ivory tower", are an improvement in themselves.

"Little tree, I need to buy tickets." Zhong Xiaoyong squeezed back again. They never had to buy tickets to watch a movie, so they squeezed in.

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

"Two dollars."

"Well," Du Xiaoshu took out twenty yuan from his pocket and cursed, "Expensive enough." He still paid the money willingly.

He looked at the banner above, the Chinese Body Oil Painting Exhibition.

However, he would not have imagined that this exhibition was unprecedented and almost unprecedented. In the following 20 years, China had never held a similar exhibition of this scale, but the human body oil painting exhibition in 1989 was permanent. It has become an epoch-making watershed between Chinese sex education and sex civilization.

"Oh-"

"His—"

"what--"

Several children walked in with the crowd, looking at the lying, sitting, and standing human oil paintings. Some are facing you, some are facing you, some are facing you, and some are facing you. There can only be simple syllables.

Zhong Xiaoyong followed Du Xiaoshu, watching Du Xiaoshu's serious look, although his face was flushed, but he also became solemn.

"Little tree, how come there are only women?" He whispered beside Du Xiaoshu.

"There's a man, but I'll give 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 pieces of works. In this rainy weather, Du Xiaoshu suddenly felt that he had grown up.

Well, his face suddenly became happy again. In the crowd, a man wearing a forward hat and sunglasses was staring at an oil painting and "appreciating"... the expression was extremely serious and serious, with two big eyes. I almost broke my sunglasses and stuck to the wall.