1984 Those Who Go Against the Current Flow the Unfinished River

Preface: Cold... So cold that my fingers were numb. The last thing Qian Hao remembered was the flashing blue light on the instrument panel, and the hot air blown by the air conditioner was surrounded by the sound of a broadcast: "Lushan Mountain is going to build a new ropeway..." The steering wheel suddenly slipped and the front of the car hit the bridge railing. When the river water came in, he smelled the smell of antifreeze mixed with the fishy smell of the river water. I opened my eyes and saw a thatched roof with broken bamboo baskets hanging from the beams. I pressed a coarse sheet with my left hand and touched a red plastic diary with my right hand. I opened it and saw March 12, 1984. The handwriting was exactly the same as my own. The curtains rustled, and a woman in her forties brought an enamel vat with a gap in the rim. "Hao Zai, drink it and go to study in the grain drying field." There were vegetable leaf residues on her apron, and there were fried rice grains soaked in hot water. Qian Hao stared at the gap in the enamel jar. The newspaper pasted on the wall printed a photo of the leader planting the tree, dated 1983. He jumped up and looked through the chest of drawers. The calendar stopped on March 18. As soon as his fingers touched the page, he suddenly remembered that the calendar in the hospital ward was torn in this way. The sun burned the back of his neck. On the drying field, children in green rubber shoes were rolling hoops. The sound of car bells and the sounds of cows came together. Qian Hao squatted behind a haystack and wrote math problems with tree branches. Half of the oil paper was exposed in the soil, and the corners of the book "A Brief History of Social Development" were rolled up like the edges of a baked pancake. There were cracks in the ice on the river beach. Qian Hao pressed the red diary under the stone. The wind of 1984 carried the smell of hospital disinfectant. Another page was torn off the desk calendar. He pressed his chest and couldn't tell whether it was the cold river water or the hot stove.