A Rural Life in the 70s

Chengling was suddenly inexplicably stunned by her, and she couldn’t help but laugh: "What little idea did the little girl think of?"

Xiaoqiu looked at him for a while, and did not see anything unusual. He could only suppress the guess that suddenly came out of his heart. He only smiled and said: "Yes... suddenly I think my brother is very good!"

"Hah, you are a little girl!" Chengling smiled helplessly and shook his head, giving up and continuing to pursue.

Sending the miscellaneous grains, the brothers and sisters entered the office.

Lin Hongying saw Xiaoqiu coming in, and quickly picked up his tea jar and handed it to Xiaoqiu’s hand: “It’s cold outside? Hold this tea jar and warm your hands.”

Chengling smiled and said: "It takes a lot of trouble to take a tea jar. It is better to go directly to the stove and bake it!"

Lin Hongying glanced at him and said: "You think Xiaoqiu is as rough as your grandfather. The little scalp is tender and tender, and it’s frozen and went to the root of the stove. It hurts, but it hurts the hand, or holds it. The hot water tank, although the warmth is slower, it is softer, the steam is steaming and the face is also comfortable, and the skin is not so dry."

S province is also a northern province, the winter is dry, Xiaoqiu is used to it, and it is not too uncomfortable to enter the capital.

Although Lin Hongying was a Beijinger, he went to the south of Henan Province and went to the south of Henan Province. He stayed for four or five years and had already been infected with the habits of the Yangtze River. I even brought some dialects over there, and I was not able to move.

Xiaoqiu didn't talk, but in the past, taking aunt Tang Ao, holding a hot water tank, smiling at Lin Hongying and Chengling Tang, you came to me to talk.

Lin Hongying is not too old. He is only twenty-six years old when he is only a year old. He is very handsome, and his work is serious and careful. It seems that he is also good at doing things...

Tang Xiuli looked at Xiaoqiu’s like a cat who stole a sly, and couldn’t help but smile: “Is it a small girl? It’s like this.”

Xiaoqiu’s heart was awkward, and he turned his head and smiled at Tang Xiuli: “I just, when I first came, I saw the woman at the gate.”

“Oh,” Tang Xiuli’s tone was plain, saying: “She was scared at the beginning, and those people were crazy. Not only did they start, but they also got the wooden warehouse... The people at that time were really crazy. Well, the workers are suddenly divided into opposing camps, and they become the enemy of your life and death... Hey!"

At this age of Tang Xiuli, I have seen too many disputes in the world, and the joys and sorrows have been dim. I have already looked down on all kinds of things. When I talk about something, I am always slow, with a little calmness, or a casual taste.

Xiaoqiu likes people of this age, especially the kind and peaceful women. She likes to lean on her and listen to them telling some past things, as if they have become a cat, being a hand. Gently stroked, one after another.

At that time, too many people’s tragedies and tragedies, and those who came over, probably had some indifference after the experience. However, specific to the individual, some injuries can not really be forgotten, those memories, pains can not be completely lost, such as Zheng Qiushi and children, such as Liao Chen father and son and Liao Wei, such as Chang Hongwei small stone father and son and just crying Woman...

Tragedy is the birth of that special historical era, but it can not push all the faults and griefs to the age, but the subjective factors of humanity and feelings are completely ignored.

Cheng Ling said that Lin Hongying, just someone came to pick up the goods, he took the opened list to the warehouse.

Tian Jinming came back and said that the woman had already left. Chang Hongwei also edited the fence of the chicken in the mess room. It didn't look too obvious.

Tang Xiuli sighed: "So many years, hate should be put down."

There is love and hate, even hate is gone, love nature can not talk.

Xiao Qiu hopes that Chang Hongwei will really let go of this matter, and he will be able to let go of his baggage and easily face the future life.

After several months of contact, Xiaoqiu had a deeper understanding of him and he was even more admired. Although Chang Hongwei has physical disabilities, he is psychologically stronger than many healthy people. He puts down the past and has a good future. After all, he is not old enough to be in his thirties.

Waiting for Chengling to finish this single item, it was almost the time to get off work. The sky was dark, and no one came to pick up the goods again. Tang Xiuli, Lin Hongying and Chengling three went off work. As for Tian Jinming and Chen Dongfang, they have to go to the dining hall to have a meal.

Because the next morning, drinking Laba porridge, Xiaoqiu took Chengling home together. Tang Xiuli has a bicycle. When he got off work, he rode away. Lin Hongying also walked, and the direction was similar to that of the shed. Only the last hutong turned back to the north.

On the road, Xiaoqiu seemed to inadvertently ask Lin Hongying where he went to the countryside: "The Yangtze River, where is the South?"

"I didn't think it was too different from us. The customs are similar. There is not much difference. It is the habit of heating the stove in the winter. It is frozen and baked in a brazier, or it will be dry... The climate there is also wet here. It is raining sometimes in the winter and snow, wet and cold, straight into the bones of the human bones, just like sticking to the body... Hey, think about me still in the goose bumps !"

Followed by the next to Chengling faintly said: "That is you have not been to the real South, have not seen the real moisture ..."

The quilt in the backpack can be screwed out of the water, let alone the body... there are hot, mosquitoes, snakes, suffocating... that is a nightmare existence, a nightmare of his life with many comrades!

However, he was still fortunate that he was glad that he could come out of that dream, even if he injured his arm and lost his qualification to stay in the army, he was still fortunate. At the same time, for those comrades who have always slept in the perennial hot and hot land, sadness, heartache!

Xiaoqiu knows the experience of Chengling, but Lin Hongying does not know. Some little angry said: "I did not say that there is the South!"

Chengling, whose mood was low, was stunned. Instead, he smiled and smiled. Lin Hongying glanced outside and smiled and shook his head without speaking.

However, Lin Hongying did not notice Chengling. He only took Xiaoqiu’s hand to talk about the customs and customs of Danjiangkou and all kinds of specialties. He said that Xiaoqiu’s stomach was hungry. But without waiting for her to speak, I heard that there was a belly sound like a drum, and the sound was scary!

Xiaoqiu and Lin Hongying turned to the source of the sound together, but Chengling said with a big smile: "Let you say, I am hungry!"