Lin Changyou nodded. "Alright. I'd heard the educated youth in our brigade say there were people inside TVs, singing operas and fighting wars. Now that I've seen it for myself at your house, I get it. It's not that different from a radio."
"Ours is a little smaller, this one is bigger." Li Xiangyang recalled the color TV Uncle Da had brought in last time. "TVs are getting so advanced now. The pictures are in full color—you can even make out the color of their clothes."
Little Douzi glanced at the two of them. "Uncle Xiangyang, is it like in picture books, where some illustrations are black and white and others are in color?"
Li Xiangyang beamed at him. "Exactly! Our Little Douzi is so smart."
Lin Changyou also looked at him, pleased. "Little Douzi has a better memory than Little Jun and the others, and he learns things fast. If you study hard, you can go see Beijing someday."
