
Journey Against the Cloud River
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The shirt soaked in cold sweat clung to his back like a spider web, and Chen Fangping bounced off the earthen bed like an electric shock. The moonlight outside the window was split into shimmering silver fragments by the branches of the old locust tree, dripping down the window lattice, and condensing into frost marks on several yellowed college textbooks beside the pillow. Dried locust flowers rustled from the pages of the book, and the signature on the title page of "Advanced Mathematics" was wrinkled by time, and the water stains blurred the outline. The moment the fingertips touch the spine of the book, the harsh sound of debt collectors kicking open the office in 2014 and the spring thunder of Jingzhe in 1984 are like two nooses suddenly piercing the temples. He stumbled towards the mottled mirror. The person in the mirror was wearing a white-washed Deliang shirt, with spotless temples - the abandoned businessman who was crushed by the wave of capital had really transformed into a high-spirited top student at the Chinese Academy of Sciences. The night wind carried the faint fragrance of locust flowers and knocked open the window lattice. Amidst the squeaking sound, he hugged the cold textbook tightly to his chest. The formulas and theorems dancing on the yellowed pages, and the grand blueprint for agricultural development in the next thirty years, intertwined into a dazzling galaxy on the retina, while the frogs croaking one after another in Yunxi Village were following the cracks between memory and reality, spreading throughout the summer night. ?
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