The Road to the Land of Rebirth Is Long

Due to the limitations of the times, there is no grand celebration when a child is one month old. The father still didn't want to wrong his child. It was winter and it happened to be a day off, so he insisted on taking a full-moon photo of Jiang Baoran. It is troublesome to go out with a baby who is just one month old. My mother was busy packing: diapers (sweat!), Small thermos bottles, clothes, quilts; my father was counting the few banknotes, and at the same time, he took a pencil and wrote something on a piece of paper. What will it be? Shopping list? Jiang Baoran was very interested, but unfortunately no one paid attention to her. , Out of boredom, Jiang Baoran began to look around slowly. Her eyesight was growing rapidly. She had not even bothered to take a closer look at this home a few days ago! It just feels vaguely like home is not what I remember. A small room, about fifteen or sixteen square meters. At the end of the room is the Tukang where Jiang Baoran is. The earthen kang is against the wall on three sides, one of which is forty or fifty centimeters higher than the surface of the kang. An earthen platform is built at the head of the kang, and two large wooden boxes with mottled paint are placed side by side on it. The wooden box looked familiar. Bao Ran stared at it and thought about it for a long time. He remembered that he had seen it at home when he was a child. It was said to be the earliest big item in the family. It was a cultural relic! On top of the wooden box, a solid and heavy radio sat solemnly, with a red gauze scarf placed on top of it. The gauze scarf is quite transparent, and you can make out the familiar "Red Light" brand. It was one of the antiques that Jiang Baoran remembered from his previous life. Later, he moved around and moved around without knowing where it ended up. Baoran drooled and thought, he should be careful to keep it this time. He remembered that when he was browsing online before his rebirth, there seemed to be people who paid a lot of money to buy it. On the wall against which the wooden box rests, there are two ready-made niches cut out at the top and bottom. Inside are placed a small round mirror, a wooden comb, and a small wicker basket. There are a few rag rolls, a few balls of wool, and a pair of large scissors vaguely visible inside. This is obviously my mother's workbench? The most eye-catching ones are the books in the top grid. The thickest book among them, the characters on the spine are too high. With Jiang Baoran's current eyesight, he can't see clearly, but based on the bright red regular script, it can be vaguely judged that it is "Selected Works of Chairman Mao" in large characters! It's really characteristic of the times! The wall along the edge of the kang was neatly covered with model drama photos and posters, which was very lively. Under the earthen kang, there is a square wooden table, where my father is writing and scratching. The three thick and clumsy wooden benches next to them are all familiar. They are unpainted and reveal the true color of the original wood. They have been polished smooth and moist by the hands of time. These old furniture have been growing up with Baoran. In Baoran's eyes, they have also grown from big to small, and they are as friendly as family members. The most strange thing is that the wall against which the small wooden table rests is only as high as an adult's shoulders except for a section on the side that goes straight to the roof. It spans more than half of the room. There are plates and dishes on it, as well as a red lacquer chopstick cage. On the short wall near the back room, nails were driven in, a piece of wire was stretched, and there were a few towels and rags hung on it, and, well, there were two pairs of socks! Jiang Baoran suddenly understood what it was: a wall of fire! This is a fire wall unique to northern Xinjiang for heating! As for this weird-looking half-section fire wall... Baoran dug through his memory again, yes! It can only appear in one kind of house - a diwozi! Thinking of this, Jiang Baoran immediately looked up. On the roof, a square skylight comes into view. There is nothing visible outside, it must be covered by thick snow. That's right! This is a typical underground house. Most of it is underground and half is on the ground. There should be a stove on the other side of the fire wall. The stove was facing the door. While cooking, it also heated the hollow fire wall, heating the whole room. Next to the fire wall is the chimney leading upwards to the outside of the house. In Jiang Baoran's memory of his previous life, he had never lived in such a den. This is a unique house from the military reclamation era. Dig a square earth pit more than one meter deep in the ground, build half a wall on it, set up rafters, cover it with reeds, apply grass mud, leave a slope at the entrance of the door, and dig out steps to lead to the ground. Simple and fast, warm in winter and cool in summer. It's rare to see Baoran after he became sensible. I didn't expect that he lived there when he was a child! , In his wild thoughts, Jiang Baoran was already fully armed, really fully armed: the clothes were made of thread and cotton, and he didn't know how many layers they were wrapped in. He also tied a small cotton cloak with a hood and a small floral quilt on the outside. Being held by the plump and beautiful mother who was equally well-dressed and thickly wrapped, Jiang Baoran was very worried: Can she hold her? Don't throw me again! Well, if I think about it again, it actually doesn't matter if I fall. With the body wrapped so thickly and the knee-deep snow on the ground cushioning it, it shouldn't hurt too much... Before going out, Jiang Baoran carefully looked at the stove on the fire wall. There is a tin stove in the corner, with a stainless steel handle kettle placed on the stove (a few years later, through the popular science of Qidian reader aix, Baoran realized that it was actually just an aluminum kettle, this ignorant child corrupted by modern material civilization!). There were a few wooden pegs on the wall, and iron pots, shovels, iron clamps, iron hooks and the like were hung on them. At the left foot of the stove is a small pile of coal, and at the right foot is neatly chopped firewood. Between the firewood and the corner behind the door is a large two-story wire cage. Inside, huddled together, there are actually two or three chickens! Jiang Baoran suddenly realized, no wonder he kept hearing cuckooing sounds these days. It turned out that the root cause was here! I can't blame her for not hearing it. She hasn't seen a live chicken in more than 20 years, right? These old hens should be the main source of nutrition for mothers and young children at home. , As soon as Baoran's father opened the door, uh..., A pile of white snow rushed in at his feet. The snow last night was really spectacular! No wonder the door here always opens inward, otherwise in winter you would often feel the heavy snow closing the door. The snow has not stopped yet, and there are still goose-feather-like snowflakes flying all over the sky. Dad took the broom and swept away only the passage from the door to the road to facilitate entry and exit. , The family of three went out. Dad borrowed a bicycle from somewhere and rode it. Mom held Baoran and sat on the back rack of the car, heading towards the city. Yes, it's into the city. Dad has not yet been rehabilitated. The couple is farming in the group farm, which is far away from the city. If you want to take pictures, you have to leave the house and ride for about an hour. After passing the ring road, you really enter the city. There are only a few steps after entering the city. Shicheng City itself is just a small pocket city. It has all the necessary features, but it's so small: it only takes half an hour to get from one end to the other on a bicycle. , As soon as he left the door, Jiang Baoran was covered tightly and could not see the scene outside. Fortunately, there was a breathable gap left, and the cold and fresh air came in. It was exciting and familiar, and Jiang Baoran's energy was lifted. The smell of wind, the smell of ice, the smell of snow, the smell of this long-lost hometown

To be honest, Jiang Baoran is really not a smart person. She is the kind of person who has a delicate and sensitive mind, but is a little hesitant and slow in making decisions, and is a bit clumsy in speech. From childhood to adulthood, I have suffered countless losses and been deceived. He obviously knew in his heart that he was too slow to respond and make remedial action in time. The hurt and frustration accumulated in my heart unforgettably, becoming more and more heavy and weighing me down. Fortunately, I still have some strong spirit and can't be knocked down no matter how hard I hit. I wiped my face clean and wiped it frequently, and continued carelessly. After stumbling along the way, I went to a third-rate university. With the help of the teacher, I accompanied Xiaolian and got a job that was neither salty nor light. It was very stable and the salary was by no means generous, but it was not starving to death. It's just that somewhere in my heart is always empty. , Jiang Baoran's family lives in faraway Xinjiang, and it's hard to survive in a big city. He hasn't been back for several years. I got a boyfriend and was getting ready to get married. When I called home to report, I received the news that my father was critically ill. I hurried back slowly, but in the end I still couldn't see my father for the last time. I couldn't recover for a long time after I came back. The marriage was postponed indefinitely. , The prospective fiancé was very puzzled, but Jiang Baoran didn't bother to explain to him. In fact, maybe even she herself couldn't tell what it was for. She often recalled her father's life. The bustling metropolis where Jiang Baoran is now is the place where his father was born and raised, and even his relatives are here. But as far as Jiang Baoran could remember, his father had never come back. When Baoran filled out his application for the college entrance examination, he simply said that this city is very good, with broad prospects and many opportunities. Jiang Baoran is a filial person, so he only filled in this city when he volunteered. Then he graduated from school, was assigned a job, and stayed here naturally. But she has never seen her father's relatives here. My father never mentioned it, and she never asked. From now on, there will be no chance to ask again! Before he left, I wonder if my father ever thought about overcoming the long-standing indifference and estrangement with his relatives in his hometown? If he could do it all over again, would his father still be so indifferent to his hometown? Since he didn't want to come back, why did his father signal him to come to this city? Since he asked his daughter to come back, why did he never remind himself to contact his relatives who are close at hand here? There's no way of ever knowing. , Two years later, Jiang Baoran took his mother, who lived alone, out to relax, set up a camp bed in the small living room of the rental house, drove her boyfriend to sleep, and slept in the bedroom with her mother. Knowing that the traditional and conservative mother could not stand the two of them living together as unmarried, she playfully made excuses to her: "Doesn't this allow you to observe closely and test it carefully in real life? If you don't pass the test, we will be kicked out immediately. It's a big deal!" Mom was so angry: "Don't coax me, Mom doesn't know you! When did you listen to my mother's words about our children's marriage? You are better than anything else. You guys are so poor, you can take care of the bride price and dowry yourself!" He sighed: "You two brothers and sisters are floating around outside. When will you be alone? It's okay for your brothers to say that you are a girl. It's still early. Let's stabilize it and let mom feel at ease!" The mother lived there for a year and moved twice with the young couple. She asked Baoran: "How much does it cost to buy a small house here, which is as big as this?" The young couple was speechless. House prices will always rise many times faster than they can save for a down payment. Mom left and did not return to Xinjiang. When she returned, there was no one at home. The two brothers were all outside like Jiang Baoran. My mother went to her hometown in Sichuan to visit Jiang Baoran's elderly grandmother. , Jiang Baoran resigned and moved to another company, working from dawn to dusk and working conscientiously. Her boyfriend also gritted his teeth and started his own business with difficulty. After working hard, he had no intention of talking about marriage. , After another two years, I collected the down payment and took out a loan to buy my own house, a small two-bedroom house with one living room. When signing the contract, her boyfriend, no, she was now her real husband, directly wrote her name, looked at Baoran and said with a smile: "Anyway, we have already registered it, this is the property after marriage, don't worry too much!" It's just that I have some knots in my heart. , On the day he got the key, Jiang Baoran happily called his mother. I want to tell my mother that I finally have my own place in this huge and drowning city; I want to tell my mother that if I am tired of my aunt's calculations and blackmails, I can come to her place, and my daughter will always be her companion and will never leave her behind; I want to tell my mother that I no longer have to move around, I already have a room in my house that is dedicated to my mother... The phone call never got through. I kept calling and calling, but couldn't get through. Until the news was broadcast, it was broadcast overwhelmingly, the Wenchuan earthquake with a magnitude of 8. , Jiang Baoran's mother was lost in that cold and silent hundred thousand lives. , For a long time, Jiang Baoran lived like a wandering spirit and a beast. He finally knew what it means to have a child who wants to be raised but refuses to be kissed, and finally knew what it means to regret one's mistakes. I finally know that my parents, who seem to be always waiting in the same place, will grow old and go away, and my home, which seems to have been standing in a corner of the world since ancient times, will disappear in the blink of an eye. Jiang Baoran felt like a kite with its string broken, floating with no trace of it. Her husband comforted her time and time again: Don't think too much. Life has been impermanent since ancient times. Life, old age, illness and death are things no one can do. People must always look forward when they are alive. Besides, don't you already have your own home now? Look, it's our own house, our own home, don't think about the mess that's there or not. , What he said makes sense and is right. Jiang Baoran gradually stabilized, at least he no longer looked sad every day. , My husband's business is getting better and better, and he is getting busier and busier. Jiang Baoran never complained, and he never did anything like checking in or watching. He went to get off work and get off work quietly every day. He didn't like to go out when he had nothing to do. He only read books and surfed the Internet at home. My husband wonders how she can sit still day after day, and he doesn't see her chatting online and making friends online. Is it interesting to be so bored? Sometimes he advised her to make friends and go shopping, etc. Jiang Baoran just listened without refuting, and stayed the same when he turned around. As time went by, my husband got used to it. Besides, he was really busy, and he rarely went home to eat. Jiang Baoran sometimes joked that it was best for her husband to support him, and he spent the least money at home. , Until one day, my husband rarely came home and saw Jiang Baoran staring at a piece of paper in a daze. He took it over and took a look, and it turned out to be a pregnancy test sheet. Her husband was overjoyed: "Baoran, you have it! Great, great! We are going to have a baby!" Jiang Baoran stared blankly at her husband who couldn't control himself. He hadn't seen him so excited for a long time. Was it when his first business was successful? Or when signing the house purchase contract? My husband was still rubbing his hands excitedly and circling around the room, mumbling: "What should I do? Resign. First of all, you have to resign! There is nothing interesting in your job anyway, and you can't earn just a few dollars! Taking good care of your health is the most important thing now! Also, you have to find someone to take care of you. If not, let my mother come over?" When he said this, he looked at Baoran and categorically rejected: "No, no, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, unless there is one male and one female! Baoran, please do it yourself. We will hire a nanny. If you don't like having someone at home, it is also very convenient to hire a part-time worker." , Let's do it like this, a husband who works hard outside, a wife who is peaceful at home, plus a lovely child, our child should be the cutest, right? Baoran thought, that's it, finally a complete and lovely little family. Jiang Baoran thought, my home and my life are now on the right track. , After resigning, Jiang Baoran became even more at home. Dedicated to family forums and recipe research every day. My husband is also even busier, saying that he wants to lay a solid foundation for his children. He is so busy that he can't see anyone all day long. As time went by, I would see each other sometimes when I went home. They would say hello to each other, and they would feel like they were treating each other as if they were guests. Even if they wanted to chat a few words, they couldn't find anything to talk about, so they could only eat and watch TV together in silence. Jiang Baoran then became more concerned about the child in his belly. He bought or borrowed pregnancy guides one by one to read. He went to the supermarket's maternity and baby products section every three days. He also followed the doctor's instructions for pregnancy check-ups and did not dare to miss them once. wealthgenegene\ettes\ to the hospital for a check-up at 12 weeks. The doctor created a perinatal card and told her that the fetus had passed the danger of the first three months and entered a stable period, and the current examination results showed that the baby was very healthy. Jiang Baoran was in a good mood. On the way home, he felt that the surroundings were full of spring, and everyone was smiling and friendly. Waiting for the subway in the yellow line on the platform, my right hand caressed my belly that was not yet showing my pregnancy. The lights in the station, which I usually ignored, felt bright and moving. There was a faint rumble from the depths, the sound was getting louder and closer. From the chaos behind him, there was the sound of people walking quickly waiting for the bus. Jiang Baoran stepped aside a little and gave way. The subway was about to enter the station, and the long braking sound sounded faintly. The crowd behind him suddenly swarmed. Jiang Baoran was hit by a strong force that came from nowhere, and his slender figure flew lightly. , Amidst the harsh sound of brakes and the exclamations of the crowd, Jiang Baoran's consciousness was surprisingly clear and calm, but he closed his eyes tightly and refused to open them. Just think of it as a nightmare! She thought. Then everything returned to darkness and silence.

After transferring to the military reclamation, Lao Zhao took leave and returned to his long-lost hometown, hoping to find a wife to live peacefully. Unexpectedly, his parents and brothers were gone. He had been a bandit and joined the Kuomintang army, and he was lame in one leg. His family had no tiles, and he was penniless. The so-called return to his hometown with honor became a joke. No girl or widow from all over the country was willing to follow him. I have no choice but to go back to Xinjiang and work hard. I continue to suffer alone. At least there are one or two comrades here who I can talk to. Unexpectedly, within two years, a big pie fell from the sky and hit Lao Zhao on the head: the company leader brought him a woman and said, "If you two look at each other, get married if it suits you!" The woman was not young, but she was beautiful and supple. When Lao Zhao said this, he couldn't hide the tenderness in his tone: "I'm just living alone, so what's there to look forward to? So I asked her: 'My legs are lame, but I still have some strength in my hands. I can at least make sure that you are not hungry. If you want, let's live together!' Hey, she nodded! That night we got together a few candies, and we both Even if we are married, I will have a wife from now on! " "My wife is nice to me! There is nothing in the house, but everything is neat and tidy. A year later, I gave birth to a big fat boy. It was warm and warm every day when I came home, and my wife smiled at me and my son peeed on me... " "Don't look at me now, I have never made a difference in the military camp in my life. I don't know anything else. Our northern Shaanxi tunes are my specialty, and my wife likes to listen to them the most! I sing to her every night..." At this point, Old Zhao suddenly started singing. Although he deliberately lowered his voice in the winter night, his singing voice was particularly special. It was clear and tactful: "The white face is sun-baked, the clever hands are picking up the bitter herbs. The sheep belly handkerchief is three stripes of blue, and the bare feet are standing on the ground. ..." After singing a section, Old Zhao let out a long sigh, as if he was reminiscing about those beautiful and sweet little days. , The young man from Henan was fascinated by what he heard, and said with envy and emotion: "Brother, you are so lucky! My sister-in-law is beautiful and able to live a good life, and she doesn't dislike you. There is such a good girl in the world..." He was interrupted by something. Old Zhao laughed: "Old Sun, why are you kicking him! You should tell me, I don't mind this." Then he said to the Henan guy: "Young man, you wonder why I am so lucky, right? Your sister-in-law, she came from a bad background. Before liberation, she was a prostitute on the beach in Shanghai. After liberation, she was transformed and sent to the border to deal with us. The problem of the veteran's wife came up. How else could someone like me get the chance? At that time, women in Xinjiang were very expensive, so the officers and cadres were usually chosen first. How could we be the ones to be chosen?" The Henan guy didn't say anything for a long time. He was probably shocked and had not yet digested these words. Baoran's father obviously knew something about this kind of thing, and said softly: "Common people, living at home is the most important thing, regardless of family background. Who is better than who among the last three generations?" "That's it!" Old Zhao agreed: "Actually, when I met her for the first time, I roughly understood her origin. What's the matter! They were all hard-working people who worked hard in those days. She is a woman who has a harder time than me! She doesn't dislike me, so how can I look down on her? Sometimes it makes me sad to see her being so cautious at home, for fear of reminding her of those things in the past. " But in the end, she still didn't think about it. During the special period, due to Lao Zhao's involvement, Lao Zhao's wife was also found out, her head was shaved, and tattered shoes were hung around her neck and she was paraded through the streets. When she returned home at night, Lao Zhao was still locked up and beaten severely. She sent her son to a neighbor's house and quietly hung him with a rope. , Old Zhao sighed: "Every time I think of this, I regret it! If I had told her clearly earlier, maybe this matter would not have happened. You said that life is our own family's business. As an old man, I don't care, our son doesn't care, and other people outside These people say whatever they want, why do you care about them! What's wrong with just cursing in the street? It's not like I lost a piece of flesh! After all, I'm a woman and I can't get over this hurdle!" Lao Zhao was later protected by his comrades and lost his left hand to save his life. After taking my son out, I built this small shabby house next to the Urumqi market and barely lived in it. I made a living by picking up garbage and rags every day. After settling down, I found a way to move the ashes of Lao Zhao's wife and built a simple grave at the foot of Yamalik Mountain. If anything happened, I would walk around and talk a few times. Four years ago, Lao Zhao's son signed up to join the army when he turned sixteen. When Lao Zhao found out, the army was about to leave. The young and immature son said to Lao Zhao unswervingly: "Dad, I will work hard, win awards for meritorious service, and redress the injustice of you and mother!" In peacetime, the group of recruits to which Lao Zhao's son belonged did not need to go into battle to kill the enemy, but went deep into the Western Tianshan Mountains to build roads. There is heavy snowfall for eight or nine of the twelve months of the year, and there is no news about my son for a year and a half. Finally, I received the letter after I got through the postal route. I held a thick pile in my hand. One letter a month, sixteen neat letters, saying that in the army, they were well fed and well clothed, their leaders cared about them, their comrades were friendly, they were not tired at work, and everyone reported that they were safe. A letter from the troops was added at the end. An avalanche was encountered during the construction of the tunnel. On that special road that traversed northern and southern Xinjiang and was later known as one of the most beautiful scenic spots in Xinjiang, my son became part of the solid roadbed under the Bingda Ban. "What a silly boy, we don't need him to save face or redress the injustice! In our whole life, his mother and I just want to have a family and live together in peace and stability! They are just ordinary people, nothing grand. I just want to think about it." There was not much pain in Lao Zhao's voice. A few years, coupled with a life of ups and downs, were enough to calm those intense emotions, leaving only memories, longings, and the indifference of seeing through the world. "Actually, I don't blame him. Who hasn't been young? When I was his age, I was only thinking about honoring my ancestors and serving the country with loyalty. I thought that as long as I had the courage, there would be no obstacles in the world that I couldn't overcome. There are things that cannot be done! Now that I have seen more, I understand things better, and I am not so high-spirited anymore. I just want to protect my little family, I am old..." Next to his wife's grave, Lao Zhao set up a tomb for his son. He is a martyr now, and the country wants to re-arrange his job. Old Zhao murmured: "I said no. I am a useless person now and can't do anything. Why bother to occupy such a quota and have people poke my back and say that I am taking advantage of the government and smear my son's face. We only have such a promising person in our family!" Everyone didn't know how to answer the question and were silent for a while. From time to time there was the sound of exploding coals coming from the stove. , After a while, Old Zhao slowly spoke: "Old Sun, you have always come to me when you have time these years. I understand why. Brother, I agree with you! In fact, don't worry about me, I'm fine here! Look, we We don't have to put on all the trappings, and we have plenty of food and clothing. Isn't that great! When you walk out the door and take a few steps, you can see your wife and children. Our family is together again, and we all have company, which is great..." "Drink!" The voice of Uncle Shandong. I don't know when the wind picked up again outside, probably accompanied by snow! Winter in northern Xinjiang is always like this, the wind keeps blowing and the snow falls endlessly, endlessly. In the dark night, Xintianyou, who was supposed to be high-pitched and unrestrained, sounded soothingly and long in Lao Zhao's mouth: The oats bloom and bear ears, and my heart misses my sister across the water. I am so worried about you that I carry the cultivated land to the river bed. ... , The fire in the fire gradually dimmed, and Jiang Baoran couldn't see or hear if there was anyone else with tears streaming down his face like him. Has the veteran, who now looks at ease and calm, has exhausted his sorrow and resentment, and shed all his sorrow and bitter tears in countless dark and lonely nights in the past? All that is left is a humble old man who silently watches over his loved ones until one day in the future, the family is finally reunited. The people at the bottom of these turbulent times, the most easily satisfied people...

Negotiation? Is he not worthy of a battle of wits and courage? I don't have that interest Who said that life is so beautiful and time is so short that it cannot be wasted on this kind of person. As long as we solve the problem quickly, that's all. , There is no class on Saturday afternoon, so the whole factory runs a winter race around the city. This is a tradition of the machinery factory. It is held every year after New Year's Day and before Laba Festival, as long as the factory is not too busy with production. Cadres and workers in the factory signed up voluntarily. Not for the prizes of two towels and a teapot, even for the cheers and the envious and admiring eyes of colleagues at the finish line, it is enough to attract those who are slightly confident in their physical strength and endurance to actively participate. The situation in schools is even worse. Regardless of teachers and students, as long as they have not asked for sick leave, all students in the first grade of junior high school and above must participate. Take the class as a unit, do not fall behind, and record collective results. What's more humane is that they don't have to run in a big circle through half of Shicheng City like adults. Students only need to go around the factory once, and that's enough for them. The school area, the family area, and the production area are about three kilometers of road. It's winter, and everyone is as heavily dressed and bundled as a big bear, and they all lack exercise. When they get close to the finish line, the neat team that started out is already scattered and embarrassed. Several older teachers who had been exempted were counting the number of people at the finish line with no qualms. Some students who had better physical strength and had arrived earlier went back to urge the ones behind them: "Hurry up, hurry up, I'll miss you." They wished they could drag them up and run. Baoran was lucky. She was not left behind even though she was running so fast and slowly. She was just running out of breath and her chest and lungs were burning. At the finish line, Hongyu, who was light and long and had arrived with the class first, winked at her. I turned my head and saw that Teacher Liu was next to the referee, breathing heavily and helping to read the results. Bao Ran nodded towards Hong Yu and poked at Gao Jing who was behind him: "Where is Xia Yuening still behind? What should I do? Find someone to take care of me?" Gao Jing was also gasping for air, "Really?... I..., Didn't pay attention..., Who can take care of me..." Following Bao Ran's eyes, he saw Teacher Liu in front of him, and passed by without thinking: "Teacher Liu, Mr. Liu Teacher, our class Xia Yuening hasn't come here yet..." Teacher Liu looked up and looked at a class of confused children, "Okay, I'll go take a look." ... After a while, Teacher Liu came back, and Xia Yuening had reached the finish line without knowing it, and was leaning against Gao Jing with a pale face. When Bao Ran saw him, he shouted: "Oh, Teacher Liu, Gao Jing is doing it. Wrong, it's Liu Qian, Liu Qian hasn't come yet... Didn't you see me on the way?" Teacher Dong, who was slightly fat, had just arrived. He put his hand on his ribs and frowned: "Isn't he here yet? Liu Qian's child is not in good health... Teacher Liu..." Teacher Liu, who is always eager to do justice, nodded repeatedly: "Okay... Teacher Dong..., Please rest..., I..., Go take a look again." This happened again and again, and finally all the class results came out. When it was announced that they were dismissed and they went home to rest, everyone looked with sympathy and admiration at Teacher Liu, who was lying on the tree trunk and gasping for air: "Teacher Liu, thank you for your hard work." Teacher Liu couldn't say anything. He forced a smile and waved to everyone, telling them to leave him alone and go back to rest. Gao Jing still has great respect for this teacher who was recommended by her father, not to mention he is so amiable and tireless in teaching, "Teacher Liu, please go back and have a rest." Baoran dragged Gao Jing and said goodbye to everyone. After walking out for a few steps, he couldn't wait to discuss with her: "How about Gao Jing come to my house for barbecue tonight?" Not good? I'll give you some hot and sour pimple soup, it's hot..." , The classmates all left, and Teacher Liu said goodbye to his colleagues and moved home exhausted. He was very reluctant to go back to the cold and cramped small dormitory at this time. It was difficult to accommodate his wife, who had been transferred from the group hall, and he had to make a fire to cook. Thinking about it makes him tired. Forget it, let's go to the small shop behind the technical school where he often goes to eat some barbecue. The sentence he heard just now reminded him that there will be no classes tomorrow, so he can have barbecue and drink some wine to relieve his fatigue, and then go back and have a good sleep Having made up his mind, Teacher Liu went back to the office to wipe his face with a towel, changed some clothes and went out. When we arrived at the Xiaowen BBQ restaurant, the door was closed and a sign hung on the door: Today's Inventory. Really disappointed. Teacher Liu walked back dejectedly, feeling more and more cold, tired and hungry. An idle guy with his hands folded next to him casually asked him: "A guy who eats barbecue? There is a new restaurant on the right just ahead. It tastes better than here." Teacher Liu ignored him and went to his own place. He always looked down on such street gangsters. As soon as he came out and hit the road, a gust of cold wind came over with ice and snow. Teacher Liu was so blown that he squinted his eyes and tightened his tight coat. Hey, are you going back hungry like this? He stamped his feet, which were a little aching from the cold, on the spot, then turned back and walked towards the path pointed by the man. The guy who was enthusiastic about showing the way smiled when he saw it from behind, turned around and left in a hurry. The meat at this restaurant is indeed good. Teacher Liu was very satisfied. He ordered two more cakes and a bowl of soup, added some white wine and drank it slowly. His stomach and body gradually became warm and full. The only regret was that it was too noisy. There were only four tables in the small room, and one near the door was surrounded by a few young people, shouting and eating. One of the girls with curly hair and heavy make-up was loosely wrapped in a military cotton coat, and she was laughing loudly and unscrupulously with the boys with pimples on their faces. Her voice was high-pitched, her fingers were shiny, and her powdered face was flushed by the alcohol and heat. Teacher Liu frowned in disgust, but his eyes uncontrollably glanced at the young chin and neck. ... It's a pity, he thought, he didn't learn well at a young age, and he is a bad guy... Just like Xue Wen back then... Hmm, that stinky girl, she really doesn't know what to do and hangs out with a bunch of local gangsters every day, but she still pretends to refuse to let her go. She looked down on who she thought she was when she touched him Teacher Liu took another sip of wine. He was an upright teacher, and his teaching achievements were obvious to all. Those students and parents holding the report cards, who wouldn't burst into tears with gratitude? It just happened that the dean in front of me didn't open his eyes and insisted on expelling me when he caught me. What's wrong? Don't you just like to be close to little girls? Is this also wrong? He didn't really harm anyone, he was clearly jealous Besides, can you blame him? Who allowed those girls to recruit people like that at such a young age? Isn't it just a matter of pinching and touching a few handfuls? What are you afraid of, won't it be fine if you get used to it? And he didn't treat them badly. Which one of them didn't help with tutoring seriously, and got out of his own hands, at least the physics score was top-notch. Qiang Heng, but there were a few who just didn't understand good people. He took another sip and glanced at the next table. The girl was smiling with her eyes narrowed, her red lips shining under the light, and her teeth white. ... It's not like he's going around seducing people with good things, and he dares to do something to me... My neck aches a little at the thought of this. Who's name is Hongyu from the second class? I didn't expect him to be so aggressive, so he was mistaken. Ever since I was punished by that Xue Wen when I first came here, I have always been very careful. Who made that girl squat for two levels and meet him again? She stared at her with a pair of sharp eyes every day, and hooked up with a boy who looked bad at first sight, so that I didn't dare to move again for a year. The result? God opened my eyes, someone caught the point and gave her a kick, right? Haha, I don't have the shame to stay any longer and leave by myself Thinking of the good news, Teacher Liu took another sip. I don't know why, but I can't finish the wine on the table today... His head is a little dizzy, it's Xiao Xia from Class 1 who is timid and quiet, and he likes that. Have you learned to hide these days? Ha, let's see where she can hide. There's still more than a year left. She doesn't dare to tell him, and she's reluctant to give up her grades. In the end, she still has to behave... , The girl at the next table seemed to glance at him with contempt and disdain. Teacher Liu's face gradually turned red as he was drunk and angry. Seeing the girl glance over again intentionally or unintentionally, she couldn't help but glare. DUcess buddies,’ have you seen? Someone is glaring at me. Teacher Liu still maintained a trace of clarity: these are a bunch of gangsters who are afraid of chaos in the world, and you can't be familiar with them... So he just insisted on his identity as a teacher and advised: "Looking at you are still at school age, drink less bars, this is not good." The group of people were stunned, and then they all slapped the table, stamped their feet, laughed and screamed, and some people whistled sharply. "Hey, who is this?" "You guys have been educated, where did this come from?" Boss, have you fallen in love with me? You're quite good at putting on a show. For a person like you, you have a little hidden thought in your eyes. My aunt can see it in the corners of my eyes." There was another weird laugh, and the chopsticks and spoons rattled the plates and cups. Teacher Liu's brain was buzzing again and again from the sharp sound, and he tried hard to suppress it. , But those guys didn't continue to find trouble. They just talked and joked for a while and then dispersed one by one. At some point, only Teacher Liu's table was left in the store. ... It's time for me to go back, he thought. As soon as I touched it with my hand, I found that there was still some wine in the small glass on the table, so I picked it up and drank it all in one gulp. Before he could get up, the door curtain opened and the girl herself came back. Teacher Liu watched helplessly as she sat down next to him. When she stretched out her sleeves, a bottle of wine appeared out of nowhere, poured him a cup, and asked with a smile: "Are you a teacher? When I heard you talk, I knew you must be a teacher." Teacher Liu raised the cup to his mouth, and Teacher Liu drank it by accident. The girl asked again, "Teachers at school don't want to talk to me, why are you nagging me so much?" And toasted again. Mr. Liu had a big tongue and said instinctively: "Girls... You still have to... Study hard..." "Oh? Study hard?" The girl kept pouring her hands, "But I just can't learn, what should I do?" After drinking a few more glasses in a daze, Teacher Liu said vaguely: "... It doesn't matter, I... Will teach you" The girl looked down at her hands. The wine bottle in the bottle had already bottomed out. She chuckled softly, put it close to his ear, put one hand on the back of his neck and pinched him hard to make him sober up, and then said clearly every word: "Who doesn't know you when I look at you? Do you have any thief intentions?" Even if the cowardly coward drinks ten or eight bottles, he will still be a weakling." , Teacher Liu was furious and reached out to grab the girl, but he let him grab her and then walked away very briskly. How dare you call him coward... Teacher Liu got up from the table and chased him out angrily. , Outside the door, it was already dark. There has never been much nightlife in Shicheng City in winter. There is ice-cold silence everywhere. Only the light of snow on the ground reflects the dark blue avenues and paths. The girl doesn't walk very fast, and she has just enough time to put it on. When she reached the corner at the end of the path, she quickly turned around two large Tasmania pines, which were as tall as one person, and said to the two young men waiting there: "Drunk, come out." Teacher Liu followed the footsteps and turned around a little unsteadily, and was dragged into a side path by two people, one on the left and one on the right, holding his mouth. After a while, the two of them came out, and the shorter one asked his companion: "Who did you offend? You are so childish? Just have a meal and be done with it? You are still drunk and it doesn't hurt. This is not a relief." Erhu, who was drinking mutton soup there, said hello: "I've finished eating too, let's go home first." Erhu nodded, and when the man left, he turned around and asked, "Do you still have to go and take a look?" Erhu asked: "Is it okay? I'll call someone to come after two hours, and I'll probably be half frozen." Baoran squatted down and picked up the drunk man's right hand on the ground with his fat gloves, and said to himself: "How can this hand be frozen..." Erhu was an excited person. He looked helplessly at the dark blue sky and pulled Baoran up: "It's almost done. , You said it yourself, take it easy and don't cause trouble." Then he stomped on one of his big-headed cowhide boots, crushed him twice, and said, "Go back." , Baoran tried his best to raise his head: "You..." Erhu dragged her forward quickly, not squinting: "Who let him lie in the middle of the road? If he stepped on it accidentally, you can't blame me..."

Classmate Baochen has developed a very bad habit during these days. After sleeping for a while, he would get up, come over and grab a handful of Baoran's quilt, and he didn't care about his arms, butt, or feet. It wasn't until Baoran moved a few times or screamed that he went back to sleep without saying a word. Even if we are blood brothers and sisters, what you are doing is enough to amount to sexual harassment! Bao Ran was very unhappy, but after thinking about the good intentions, he could only endure it for the time being. At worst, he should try to be more alert. When he noticed that hand with a strong sense of responsibility reaching out, he would take the initiative to say hello to his brother in order to avoid corporal punishment. As time goes by, it will get better. Either he finally relaxes, or he gets used to being pinched. Baoran comforted herself. , Bao Ran could bear it, but his parents didn't seem to be that well-educated, and they couldn't bear it after a few times. Originally, he was worried that Baoran would be scared, so he kept her by his side. After these days, it seemed that the little girl deserved to eat. When it's time to drink, when it's time to play, when it's time to sleep, I act like a normal person, and even sleep more peacefully than before at home, so I feel relieved. Mom said, "You can't tell, Bao Ran is usually very delicate and frail, but she is quite resistant to torture." Dad looked at his wife, "This is stupid luck for stupid people." Aunt Shandong said, "Our... Goddaughter from the Sun family, can you be scared by such a trivial thing?" Bao Ran looked at the faces of everyone sighing with relief and joy, and felt deeply guilty. Since everything is fine, let's put her in the back room and have a close relationship with her brothers! Dad sacrificed two weekends to play a guest role as a carpenter, setting up a bunk bed for the brothers, and a small bed for Bao Ran to stuff into the back room, with the small heirloom square table in the middle. The three of them resumed the establishment of a mixed dormitory for boys and girls. Now Baochen stopped, sitting high on his throne on the second floor, looking at his younger brothers and sisters under his nose, nodding with satisfaction: "That's good!" My mother also nodded: "I can't tell, Lao Jiang, you are good at your craftsmanship!" Hello, hello, hello, everyone. , Baoran looked at the latest layout of his home. She is actually quite unfamiliar with this current home. There are clear barriers to treatment for personnel at different levels and types of work in the factory. In the previous life, my parents were ordinary workshop workers, and they lived in rows of thatched adobe bungalows in the factory living area. Yes, a thatched roof. Bunches of thatch are tightly bundled on the top wooden beams, and the top is covered with asphalt linoleum. Those who are discerning have bought wooden boards and tiles to cover it. This is the best equipment. Xinjiang is dry and rainless. I'm not afraid of leaks, but I have to be diligent in clearing snow from the house every spring. Otherwise, when it thaws, the snow melts and soaks through the roof. In severe cases, even the adobe walls can collapse. The house that the Baoran family has been assigned now is a Soviet-style bungalow with a pointed tile roof. Although the entrance pattern is similar to those of those adobe houses, there is a small entrance hall used as a kitchen, and then there is a hollow space designed and built by the father himself. There are two rooms, one large and one small, separated by the fire wall. The larger one is the living room and parents' bedroom. The three brothers and sisters were crammed into the small room, but it is much taller and more spacious overall. The roof is also a flat cement roof painted with snow-white lime instead of a paper roof held up by wires. Bao Ran can't remember clearly whose family lived in this house in his previous life, but he knows that his original home is not far from here. He walked eastward through two rows of bungalows. He also doesn't know whose family lives in it now, and whether the neighbors are still the same people he is familiar with. Mother never expected that the three brothers and sisters would generously get naked, so they hurriedly gathered together the outfit for Bao Chen who was going to school. After all, Baohui still has Baochen's old clothes, but Baoran is miserable. The clothes she was wearing were already in disarray in the ice and snow. When she came back, her father felt sorry for his daughter and insisted on making new ones for her. Before waiting for the cotton-padded clothes and trousers to arrive, Baoran had been raising her at home without even taking it out. , During the days when I was locked up at home with Baohui, who unfortunately lost all his money and was full of resentment, fortunately, I had something to relieve my boredom. Under Bao Ran's instigation, Bao Chen showed a diligent attitude towards knowledge and strongly requested his father to move the large bookshelf made of angle steel at home to the back room, making it a collection shared by the three siblings and exclusive to Bao Ran. I remember when Baoran just woke up from the dizziness of arriving safely and saw a shelf full of books in his new home, he was speechless and choked. I strongly suspect that my father is a hidden enemy agent. Where did he hide all these feudal cultivators when he was in the group field? As a result, I have been studying ** quotes for a whole year, and my head is a little cramped. Look here, there are four great classics, not to mention Chinese ones, but also foreign ones, Homer, Hamlet, and Faust. These books seem to be newly added this year, and I have never seen them before in my previous life. If this person's situation is different, his spirit will be different. He has many pursuits that transcend national boundaries. What Baoran is most interested in is the set of historical records and Kangxi Dictionary that he was familiar with in his previous life. I read the Historical Records because of the several line drawings of figures in it. Bao Ran once drew them hundreds of times with a brush. I don't know why he liked the feeling of the graceful, smooth and winding lines so much. However, consulting the Kangxi Dictionary is purely rebellious. At that time, Baoran's father listed him as a prostitute specifically targeting his daughter. She was resolutely not allowed to come into contact with these "Yingying Yan Yan Qing Love Love". As a result, Bao Ran carried a large dictionary and secretly chewed through a set of traditional Chinese editions, and even memorized large sections by heart. You reap what you sow, but what impressed me the most was the Kangxi Dictionary, which was filled with tiny characters. For a period of time when I was in school, I often wrote some weird typos. I still don't know how to calculate this account. Baohui was addicted to his new weapons and just begged his sister not to bother him. So Baoran reviewed the masterpieces of the Four Sima Gongs with a clear mind. This time, she really started to chew on the words. She was no longer illiterate after looking at the pictures. After experiencing the bombardment of the picture-reading era, the few pictures could no longer satisfy her long aftertaste. , After the Zhou family left, Baoran's father did not feel depressed for a few days amidst everyone's fear, and then he devoted himself to his research work energetically. In 1981, at the beginning of the reform, there were many wastes waiting to be renovated, and the location of the machinery factory was particularly important in the infrastructure construction. Even though his father-in-law and mother-in-law were still under pressure, the unprecedented busyness and feeling of being valued still gave Baoran's father great confidence and motivation. Working overtime is commonplace. Now is the winter heating season, and the power workshop where my mother works is too busy to open work. Fortunately, Baochen and the others are surprisingly sensible and well-behaved. As long as mom prepares three meals a day, she doesn't have to worry too much. Work as a family. Going to school, studying, and getting together to talk before going to bed at night are all busy, simple and fulfilling. Baoran thought, in fact, this is also a happy state of life, right? , I am busy, and soon, it will be another New Year. This is the first real reunion year for this little family. There was no Spring Festival Gala at this time, and even if there was one, there would be no TV to watch. But the atmosphere of family reunion is the richest and purest. At least the people everyone was smiling and paying attention to were their parents and brothers. It's not the Japanese and Korean stars who turn all living beings upside down on the screen, or the bizarre twists and turns of strangers on the Internet. After lunch, the family gathered around the Eight Immortals table in the big room outside. Apart from the two wooden beds, this was the only big thing my parents bought after moving. Even most of the clothes for changing seasons were still temporarily stored in a few large cardboard boxes. Dad kneaded the dough and rolled out the dough, while mother mixed the fillings and seasoned them. Baochen Baohui clumsily but took the trouble to pinch the oddly shaped dumplings, blaming each other from time to time for whose skin was broken and whose skin was exposed. Baoran is not idle either. In fact, in her previous life, she gradually became the main force in making dumplings at home after she went to school. She needs speed and quality. Unfortunately, her fat hands are too small now to hold the fillings, so she dipped her hands full of flour and flattened the small dough balls cut by her father one by one. Then her father used a small rolling pin to roll them into round dumpling skins that were thick in the middle and thin on the edges. After returning home for more than a month, beef, mutton, fish, carrots, cabbage, white noodles and steamed buns were served in turn. The faces of the three brothers and sisters finally regained their red and round apple shape. Mom and Dad were busy with their hands and talking. Looking at the three little round faces laughing and playing, their hearts were filled with happiness and contentment. , Mom took out three washed one-cent coins and wrapped them in dumplings respectively, "Let's see who is lucky this year and can earn money for eating!" It has been a trick for many years and everyone enjoys it. After wrapping a bunch of them, Bao Ran was responsible for placing the finished products neatly on the round tray on the sorghum stalks. Mom took them out and placed them on the snow-covered flower stand outside the gate. After more than half an hour, they were frozen as hard as small stones. The two pallets were sent out several times in rotation, and when they were finally filled with two flour bags, they were hung in the small coal hut outside, where they could eat as much as they wanted during the Chinese New Year. Baoran got dressed and followed her mother out to collect them. It took a while. The dumplings are already covered with a fluffy layer of white snow. Bao Ran stood up on tiptoes, stretched out his tongue and took a lick. It was refreshing and sweet, just the good taste in his memory. , After the New Year's Eve dinner, Bao Ran huddled in bed, listening to his brothers yelling and going to the door with his father to post Spring Festival couplets. He came in for a while and didn't go back to the back room. The family cuddled up on the big bed of his parents, peeling melon seeds, and listened to his parents talk about the past. Of course, most of them are anecdotes and embarrassing stories from my father's farming days. Dad is usually too shrewd, so everyone especially likes to see his jokes, which is much more fulfilling than making fun of mom. Unknowingly, Baoran fell asleep next to her mother. When I was awakened by the sound of firecrackers, my father and his tired but excited brothers came in with the smell of gunpowder smoke and said with a smile: "It's past twelve o'clock, and we are the first to set off the firecrackers this year!" , It's a new year again!

Baochen, a guy with a high IQ and a low EQ, collected enough materials without any shame, and for two weeks in a row, he gave a series of homework to three elementary school graduates in the boys' dormitory, a high school underachiever, and a truant who often found trouble and missed work. In exchange for temporary peace, he studied behind closed doors. Well, I closed Baoran's door and went to my sister's house, which was relatively quiet, to retreat. Baoran helped him diligently, serving him tea and water, standing guard, and coaxing people from all walks of life, just to see what kind of tricks this mysterious guy was going to do. Not to mention his parents, even Baohui and the others were fooled. The big tiger and the two tigers seemed to know something, but they were not very interested in what Baochen was holding. They were probably too tortured. They just listened to Baochen's instructions and ran outside from time to time. When they came back, the three of them would gather together for a meeting. You were in charge here, he was in charge of that, and who was responsible for everything else, etc. Baoran was completely confused. Then, Baochen extracted a complete tutorial from the mountain of notes, and divided it into small booklets based on grade-level subjects, including in-class lectures, after-class exercises, sample analysis, and refined tests. Then, I got the stencil paper back from somewhere and started to write. At this time, Teacher Baochen was no longer in a hurry to supervise the younger brothers' homework. Instead, each person was given a steel plate and a piece of wax paper, and encouraged everyone to work together. Each piece of paper was carved, and the labor fee was 2 cents. At this time, the children basically had no other income except for the New Year's money and the little change they got out of their parents' hands with deception when buying school supplies. The three little donkeys were so obsessed with this beautiful carrot that they forgot to eat and sleep, day and night. They just thought that this was the extra money that their elder brother kindly brought them from school. Who knew that they were exploited by Baochen to work as cheap child labor. When the wax plates were carved out one after another, Baochen moved the mimeograph machine and a large amount of paper back, worked overtime to make batches of copies, bound them into volumes, and then shipped them out separately by the big tiger and the two tigers. Baoran finally came back to his senses. Naturally, she would not think that Baochen was imitating Lei Feng to do good deeds and contribute to the education of Shicheng City. Especially when the pamphlets piled high in the room gradually shrunk and disappeared, and when Baochen handed his share of income to her according to custom and told her to keep it properly, what was this guy doing, could Baoran still not understand? One-stop service for pirated printing and sales, profiteer Baochen has started to become a profiteer! , Baochen was very innocent. He spread his hands and said, "Where did I commit adultery? Where did I get involved?" Where? From start to finish! "This is the information," Bao Chen patiently analyzed it for her: "You see, although I refer to the teacher's wisdom and classmates' notes, in the end I have to summarize it myself, right? I just expressed the knowledge I learned in my own way. So what are you talking about..., Copyright? Or copyright? It should belong to me, right?" Yes, you have transformed that big cart of green grass into a cup of concentrated and refined home-produced fresh milk. "As for sales, where did you see that I have sales? This is illegal!" Bao Chen said plausibly: "I have provided the most direct internal learning methods and review materials to the good children who yearn for key middle schools. To this end, I have also mobilized my younger brothers to work hard and occupied the sensible ***'s boudoir..." He ignored Bao Chen With an exaggerated expression of trembling goosebumps, Ran waved his hands in the small room, "Not to mention my good brothers running errands and delivering goods... Shouldn't they express their gratitude for the information coming to your door?" That was a key middle school, produced in-house, with reliable quality. Everyone's gratitude was so sincere. Bao Ran sighed as he thought about the thick banknotes in the box. "How did you think of doing this?" Baoran asked. Bao Chen thought about it and found out long ago that this kid is a standard miser. He has always been tight-lipped about their little treasury and deserves full trust, so he can safely set up his Nuggets headquarters in Bao Ran's room. Although she occasionally accuses her brothers behind their backs, who has not been beaten and scolded by their parents several times since childhood? Especially this time, Baoran really helped to keep the secret strictly, and never let her parents find out the slightest clue. Seeing this credit, Baochen did not fool her anymore, but said seriously: "You have to understand: men must have their own careers!" Baochen generously patted her back, helped her calm down, and said comfortingly: "Okay, okay, it will be more convenient for my Baoran to eat watermelon next year... You can eat it if you want, and no one can take it away..." This is the way it is again, so unscientific! I remember how many years Baoran struggled with the fear that melons and vines would come out of his stomach! No, no, this is not the point... Baoran followed this tone and opened his eyes wide: career, making money, getting rich, has it finally begun? But..., Is there something wrong? I am the heroine! Classmate Baochen, are you really sure you are not my sister's colleague? Then I thought of this person as always scornful of monkey tickets. Alas, he was not. Bao Ran was very unwilling and felt that he was being robbed. , Thinking back to the beginning, Bao Ran did not forget the sacred duty of a reborn person, and often made suggestions to encourage Bao Chen to get rich. However, in Bao Chen's eyes, those were all weird and bad ideas. , For example: "Brother, why don't we sell kebabs? Or sell ice cream wholesale? It's a lot of money. I've seen the business on the old street and it's great!" "Oh -" Bao Chen looked at the sky... The ceiling, "Where do you think we should buy meat? How much? With our food expenses, can we buy five kilograms or ten kilograms? Who? Are you taking a leave of absence from school or are you getting up in the middle of the night? Where to bake? Who will sell them? As for the ice bricks..." Bao Chen looked out the window and didn't go on. "Uh..., Bao Ran looked at his chubby hands and said, "Brother, come here." Considering the fierce battle at the dinner table, it's probably not enough for them during the cost accumulation stage. Calculating the time, it will snow in another week... , Another example: "Let's go wholesale some small commodities to sell. It seems that the profit is quite high and it's not troublesome. There are many such stalls on Xingfu Road! Necklaces, silk scarves, radios, electronics..." Baoran paused and thought, are there any electronic watches for sale now? Got it! It's just that it doesn't seem to be popular here yet... Baochen touched her forehead: "Well, I don't have a fever. What do you think is the chance that our parents will let us go to Urumqi? Is it more likely than us sneaking there by ourselves?" Baoran thought for a while, and the traffic situation now is much better than five years ago. If we set out around seven in the morning, we can get back before twelve o'clock in the evening, right? Note: Due to the time difference, the normal early rising time in Xinjiang is nine o'clock sharp, Beijing time. Baochen was still there, nagging and analyzing for her: how much to purchase, how much tolls, market management fees, this fee and that fee, when school will be over, what time to finish homework, what time to have dinner, what time to go out to set up a stall, what time it will get dark... Baoran's head is getting big. Seeing others become small bosses so easily, why is it so difficult for me when it's my turn? As expected, I am not a business person, no matter in my past life or this life. , But now, Baochen is swaggering ahead of himself, and it is tailor-made, making full use of his mind, resources, and connections. It seems that it has been planned for a long time. Baochen admitted that when he was sixteen, he thought of starting a "man's business". Half of it was stimulated by the rich man in the Crimea, and the other half was probably inspired by Bao Ran's wild thoughts. "However," he said, "at your current age, don't you think it's a little too early to consider these things?" Bao Chen said, looking his sister up and down, realizing that Bao Ran, who is seven years old, has grown relatively slowly, and is only about 1.1 Meters tall. Bao Ran was sad and angry: "Connotation! The most important thing you said is connotation! Don't just focus on my age and size, okay? I am already in the fourth grade, with top-notch academic performance, and have read more than ten thousand books..." Pointing to the bookshelf covering the wall, "I write with spirit!" He straightened his chin to show the dazzling works on the other wall. "Okay! My Baoran is very capable..." Bao Chen comforted *** who was overwhelmed by jealousy. Fortunately, he knew her fate: "Actually, Baoran also has a part in this business! Think about it, if you hadn't put forward the idea that getting rich doesn't depend on your age, my eldest brother wouldn't be able to think of going to school. If you didn't provide me with this quiet place to work, how could my brother compile the teaching materials so smoothly? Besides, the initial purchase of paper, binding, and labor costs should come from our savings, right? In the end..." Pointing to the treasure box under Baoran's bed, "Thanks to both of us for the money. You keep it. If Baohui and those who can't earn anything find out, it will be spent in a few days. And if our parents find out, if they don't let us continue to work, the money will be confiscated. Then what will we use as capital in the future..." Baoran still retained some sense and automatically ignored the previous words to coax the children. The key is that the last reason, especially those "two of us",... Successfully restored her balance... "Development? How else to develop?" Baoran was dizzy and began to dream about beautiful money scenes. , "Of course we can't be satisfied with such a handicraft workshop!" Bao Chen solved the troubles and began to speak with ease: "This is just the beginning, a warm-up exercise before starting! Money can't always be like this It's such a tiring way to make money! After laying a solid foundation and accumulating more money, the next step is to find a way to open a store. Bao Ran, just wait and see. From now on, brother, I will sit in the classroom and count the money that others help me make!" Remember, it's ours... , Baoran was already a little sleepy, pretending to listen carefully with his hands on his face, yawning quietly behind his palms. Baochen didn't realize it and continued his long speech. It was obvious that the purpose of these words was secondary, and the main purpose was to encourage himself.

... What kind of campus pervert is there in this world... And he deserves such a high IQ... , Hongyu spent the evening in Baoran's cabin. Seeing that Baoran was just busy with her own business and ignored her, she had to chat with Gao Jing without saying a word, asking questions in and out of words: "Did you, Mr. Dong, get angry today?" "Yes, you are so angry." "The fire... How do you know?" "What don't you know? I haven't waited for you for so long at noon." Hongyu came closer and asked quietly: "What did your teacher say?" "Our teacher told us not to talk nonsense... By the way, do you know what our class meeting was about?" Gao Jing then remembered to ask. "Then what else don't you know? Our classmates are also talking about it. In the afternoon, Teacher Liu also went to our class to refute the rumors." Hongyu said with disdain. Baoran glanced at her, lowered his head and continued working. , Gao Jing was aroused and began to angrily denounce the unknown instigator. However, Hongyu did not inquire as carefully as before, but only asked Gao Jing what Teacher Dong said at the class meeting and what Xia Yuening said. Gao Jing said sympathetically: "Xia Yuening, what can she say? She is so angry that she can't speak. This kind of rumor is the most hateful. You can't find a place to defend it." Hongyu blinked: "Yeah, some things are hard to tell." Baoran looked at her again. , Hongyu probably felt a little uncomfortable at her glance. Instead of waiting until she was about to go to bed before returning to Baoran's house as usual, Gao Jing rushed to leave with her as soon as she said goodbye. Bao Ran sat alone in the room for a while, furiously answering many questions and writing many words, but he had no intention of painting at all. , The next morning, Baoran tried hard to find an opportunity to have a few words with Xia Yuening alone, but suddenly found it extremely difficult. Xia Yuening's smile was still a little forced, but she seemed to be much more relaxed than yesterday. However, she always stayed in the classroom, and there were always two or three people around her, either giving lectures, collecting homework, or just chatting. Bao Ran said several times: "Xia Yuening, I have something to ask you." The child quietly asked in front of several classmates: "What's going on?" Having just refuted the rumor yesterday, Bao Ran didn't want the students around him to secretly look at Xia Yuening's face with interest, so he had to follow her wishes and say something harmless, feeling secretly anxious. At the same time, I am also wondering, after thinking about it, I don't know where the problem is. Even if I didn't watch it as closely as I did at the beginning, there should be no loopholes in my memory to exploit? After school at noon, it felt a little boring. No one is talking about that sensitive topic anymore today, and the storm seems to have passed quietly. Gao Jing returned to her usual good habit of walking, laughing and talking loudly: "Oh Hongyu, I was so exhausted today. I did two papers in the morning, two physical education classes and ran around the playground five times. The teacher is just crazy." Hongyu smiled She: "You're not the only one who's tired. Don't we all run the same way? It's better to warm up for the round-the-city race and practice, otherwise you won't be able to hold on until the weekend." I've eaten a bowl, ah - I'm going to gain weight again." , Baoran paused, and after a moment, he punched himself on the forehead: "I'm so stupid." The two also stopped, and Gao Jing asked her strangely: "Baoran, what's wrong with you?" "It's nothing." Baoran thought for a while and said, "Gao Jing, please go home first. I forgot something important and I need to go back to get it. Hongyu, you go with me." "Why?" They both asked in unison. If it was something left in the classroom, wouldn't it be more reasonable to ask Gao Jing to accompany it? Bao Ran said slowly: "Because Hong Yu is slim, he is not afraid of hunger..." Gao Jing went home angrily. Hong Yu was patted naturally and properly, and he took Bao Ran back to school in a good mood, "What did you forget? Do you have to get it now? Can't you wait for the afternoon class?" " Baoran walked in a hurry, kicking up pieces of snow foam as he walked, splashing all over his trousers, "How could I forget that Xia Yuening had lunch at school?" "What's the matter? Did she drop the thing?" "No, nothing was dropped." Baoran continued in a hurry, and suddenly turned to look at Hongyu: "I just wanted to go back and see if she was eating in the classroom, or... Somewhere else" , Hongyu stopped, "What do you mean? Why are you dragging me there?" "What do you think?" Baoran asked. Hongyu stared at her and studied for a while, and said angrily: "Can you stop being such a slut? How old are you? When I was ten years old, go home and draw your paintings and read your novels. Baoran, you can't control this matter." "What can't I control?" Baoran continued to ask. ... Hong Yu remembered that at that time, Bao Ran, who was only 6 years old, gave them a vivid performance of Qiong Yao opera in the hut, and beat the ice ball on the roadside with his heels resentfully: "Elf and Freak" Bao Ran smiled at her, innocent and innocent, neither monster nor weird. Hongyu had no choice but to confess: "Well, Teacher Liu is not a good person. Didn't he wear a scarf in class for two weeks last month? It's a pity that I caught him... His nails weren't long enough at that time to dig deeper..." Hongyu raised her hand and took off her gloves, admiring her increasingly sharp nails over and over again. ​, ​… Let's just say, Ruby was weird and weird in those days. "Then he didn't dare anymore? So you didn't say anything?" Bao Ran asked coolly. "Of course I warned him. If he dared to move his hands or feet, he would just poke his eyeballs... Yes, I didn't tell others or you, but did it work? That guy was not afraid at all. He said it at that time. I can go to my classmates, teachers, and parents to sue, and see if anyone believes me." Hongyu said a little sadly: "I tried it. I told my classmates that I didn't want to go to the office or get close to the teacher. They laughed at me and said I didn't like it. I just said to our class teacher that I didn't like it. Teacher Liu, she said that it was a good thing that Teacher Liu was strict with her homework, and told me not to be emotional... That guy planned everything on the parents? Do you think I dare to tell my mother that she would destroy the office? What about after the smashing? That guy said that he won't be afraid if we make trouble. If we make trouble without evidence, I will be the only one who gets punished and laughed at." "If you spread less gossip, people will probably believe it," Bao Ran said. Hong Yu muttered twice in dissatisfaction, but could not hear what she was saying. After that, she asked again: "What about Xia Yuening, your classmate? Did she say anything?" "No." Bao Ran shook his head. This is fatal. Xia Yuening is not as good as Hongyu. Hongyu is Aunt Tang's true disciple. She looks delicate and tender, but she is actually very aggressive and her attacks are quite vicious. However, if Xia Yuening has not been bullied to the end, he will probably just endure it in silence. But the question is, is it too late to resist after being bullied to the end? "Let's go find her right now. With a role model like you here, maybe she will tell the truth. Otherwise no one can help her." Baoran dragged Hongyu to school. Hongyu hesitated for a moment. She also recognized Xia Yuening. After getting to know Baoran this semester, she even jumped across the house with her. Because that girl had beautiful eyes and was good at studying, but not as beautiful as herself, Hongyu still had a sincere impression of her. So in the end, I took Baoran's arm: "Okay, I'll go with you, let's hurry up." , Xia Yuening is not in the classroom. Another boy who brought lunch in the same class was dozing off on the desk by the heater. He was woken up by Bao Ran and rubbed his eyes and said: "I used to read books and do questions in the classroom and then go for a walk. Recently, I went out after eating and came back after class in the afternoon." When the two people came out, Hongyu was worried, "Could it be..." His eyes glanced at the physics office in the northwest corner. "Probably not" Baoran shook his head. It seems that the problem was when I went out for a walk. Now it is a cold day. I don't stay warm in the classroom after eating. I run out in a hurry. It can only be that I don't want to stay in the classroom and I am avoiding someone. They couldn't find it, and neither could anyone else. , To be on the safe side, the two of them quietly walked around to the back window of the office, leaned on the window sill and looked in. There was thick ice and snow on the window sill, and the glass window was so cold that it stuck to my nose. Naturally, all these sins suffered out of thin air must be blamed on that hateful teacher. The furnishings in the office are simple and clear at a glance. Teacher Liu is sitting at his desk writing and drawing, seemingly correcting papers. There is no second person. The two were relieved. Baoran thought for a while, Xia Yuening couldn't stay outside all the time, it was too cold... Where else could he go? By the way, the boiling water room , I went back around and passed the physics office when the door suddenly opened with a "squeak". Teacher Liu was obviously as startled as Baoran Hongyu, but he quickly calmed down: "It turns out it's you two. It's noon. If you don't go home to rest, what's wrong with coming to school?" Hongyu rolled his eyes and turned his head. He didn't feel dissatisfied, and still looked at Baoran kindly. Baoran asked, "Who did Teacher Liu think she was?" Teacher Liu paused, and then laughed frankly: "I thought it was Xia Yuening, and I agreed to let her help correct the papers. In the past two days of review, there were too many papers handed in. It's not good if you don't change it, otherwise you've all done it in vain... I don't know where she went. She's not in the classroom either. Have you ever seen her?" Shameful to the end Hongyu continued to roll her eyes, Baoran smiled and said: "We haven't seen her before. If we see her, we must tell her." Ran: "It's better if you don't scold him for that kind of person." "Forget about being rude, rolling his eyes is no use? It doesn't hurt his muscles and bones, it will only make him more proud, so don't waste your energy," Bao Ran said. "Then what are you going to do?" "I haven't thought about it yet. Let's talk to Xia Yuening later." , The boiling water room is behind the gate duty room. It is a dark and narrow side room. There is hot water steam inside, but it is not much warmer than outside, and it is only blocked from the wind. Xia Yuening was squatting by the small pool under the hot water faucet, washing the rice bowl. She washed the rice bowl very carefully and slowly, as if she wanted to take root here.

The most talked about thing these days is the return of educated youths to the city. Educated youths from other parts of the country have returned one after another. According to sources, almost all of the large-scale educated youth from Yunnan and Shanghai returned and were accepted and resettled after unremitting struggle. Only the educated youth in Xinjiang have difficulties returning home. Jiang Baoran may have studied this in his previous life. It seems that because of the country's policy of stabilizing the border areas, the educated youth in Xinjiang were called "border support youth" and did not enjoy the treatment of educated youth returning to the city. Of course the educated youths were not willing, so they started making trouble. I heard that they went to Urumqi to petition twice. They also wanted to go to Beijing, but they were stopped on the way. Although the matter has not yet been officially resolved, some educated youths have begun to return under various pretexts such as illness or poverty. A lot of this kind of news was obtained by Baoran's mother from various places. Baoran's mother was greatly tempted by the wonderful prospect Aunt Tang described to her during the Spring Festival. After the Chinese New Year, I tried to talk to Baoran's father a few times, but his father just listened and dealt with it casually, neither saying yes nor saying no. Baoran's mother couldn't bear to mention it again, but she couldn't resist Aunt Tang's repeated teasing. Every time she heard a little bit of news about returning to the city, she would always bring it out intentionally or unintentionally when chatting at home without distinguishing between true and false. Dad was silent for a long time, and then began to write a letter to his family in Shanghai. After a few letters back and forth, they kept silent about the matter. No matter what his mother said, he would just stay with her in a good-tempered manner and not answer her words. If he talked too much, sometimes his father would take Baoran and avoid going out. , The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Dad often took Baoran out for a walk after dinner to enjoy the cool air. Sometimes he would visit colleagues and friends at their homes. In recent days, he often took Baoran to Uncle Zhou's house while his mother was busy with housework. Uncle Zhou's family and his parents belong to the same regiment, but they are not in the same company. It's not far away. Go north and walk straight along the tree-lined avenue lined with tall poplar trees. Then you'll arrive after crossing a small natural lake. Uncle Zhou's family is much better off than Baoran's family. Two rooms, one large and one small, are strung together. Although it is just an adobe house, it is spacious, bright and ventilated. The three children were in a small room in the back room, and the adults slept on the big kang in the outer room. There was also a small area at the door for the kitchen. Aunt Tang is good at managing the house. There was a circle of wooden slats on the roof, nails were driven neatly on them, vertical and horizontal grids were drawn out with thin wires, and large pieces of snow-white paper were pasted on them to make the ceiling, making the house look extra clean and bright. The curtains, tablecloths, and bedsides are all made of elegant, semi-old floral fabrics. There is also a printed iron shell of an abandoned thermos bottle on the windowsill, filled with well-matched wild flowers. The whole home looks warm, clean, and charming. Dad and Bao Ran were let into the house and given boiling water. The adults obviously had something to talk about, so Aunt Tang told Hongmei to carry Baoran to the back room to play with Hongbin and Hongyu. Baoran hugged his father's neck tightly and refused to let go. Just kidding, what kind of fun can you do with a few children on the kang? Is it as interesting as listening to gossip here? Baoran's father was reluctant to leave his baby daughter in the hands of several half-year-old children, so he said, "Baoran is ready to give birth now and won't let others hold her easily! Let her stay here, out of the way!" Hongmei didn't wait for anyone to say anything, and consciously found a small leather ball and gave it to Baoran. Baoran didn't object and hugged it with both hands. Having such a toy these days was quite a luxury. Even if he wasn't interested in playing with it, he still had to have props when pretending to be a child in front of several adults, right? Aunt Tang looked at it and was jealous for Hong Yu in the back room: "Baoran is really lovable. Hong Yu is not as well-liked as her sister!" Hongmei lowered her head again. Jiang Baoran rolled his eyes in his heart: Hongmei is not treated well by you, my mother treats her even better! , Uncle Zhou and his father have sat down on the kang. Dad was given a cigarette in his hand. He looked at Baoran and consciously did not light it. He just put it in front of his nose and sniffed. Jiang Baoran raised a small slap without politeness and slapped it away. Dad has lost his temper a long time ago. Seeing this, Uncle Zhou had to put away his cigarette. Aunt Tang smiled happily: "Brother Jiang, it is better for daughters! My sister-in-law has not given up for several years, but it has only been a few months!" Dad didn't feel embarrassed at all, he just nodded to Baoran happily and assured her: " Okay, okay! Don't smoke anymore, dad doesn't smoke anymore!" , Everyone laughed for a while, and then Uncle Zhou said, "What's wrong, Lao Jiang, your family still says it can't be done?" "Oh--" Baoran's father became worried when he talked about it. "At the beginning, I thought this matter would be difficult to handle. My brothers and sisters-in-law have already gone back. They are in the northeast, and they were released early. So there are people taking care of my family, and there is a house to live in, and my mother has a job, so it is not very difficult. The most important thing... Baoran's mother went there, but she couldn't place her, saying there was no precedent for this. They didn't give a receipt there, and the group didn't let her go." "Oh! You are honest! Who has these conditions? Sending things and looking for favors. Your brother will not understand these things after he has gone back. Who will run if you don't want him to run away now? He is pushing back and forth, An Anxin wants you to stay outside for the rest of your life and never come back?!" It must be said that Aunt Tang understood the problem thoroughly, and the truth was revealed in two sentences. Of course, Baoran's dad couldn't agree with his brother's fault, so he asked Uncle Zhou: "What about you, Lao Zhou? Are you almost done? Lao Zhou, you are the only son in the family, so you should go back anyway. Xiao Tang, can you take my place?" Before Uncle Zhou could answer, Aunt Tang had already spoken first: "Hey! Don't mention it! I'm angry just talking about it! As for the eldest brother in my family, he has to work hard. He lost it! My mother said that my son is her son, and I am not her daughter! I will fight them to the end, and they will take me back no matter what!" When he saw Uncle Zhou, he said bitterly: "Why don't you always talk about how nice your sister is? Run back with two oil bottles and block your way. Why didn't she think about your little brother? Your mother is also married. She still keeps her daughter at home. She doesn't care about her son being taken care of in her old age, right?" Uncle Zhou said with some annoyance: "I've told you so many times, it's very difficult for my sister! Her husband is gone and she has to drag two little people with her. What should she do? "Oh! Are you complaining about me? Or am I the one who told her to get into trouble? It's not like we have to rely on them for food and clothing for so many years. Hongmei still doesn't talk to me. Why don't you miss me?" The couple started to argue. , Baoran's father didn't look like it, so he quickly came up to persuade him: "Okay, okay, Xiao Tang, calm down. Isn't Xiao Zhou also having a hard time?" He called Hongmei: "Hongmei, come and pour some more water for your mother!" Looking back, I saw the brothers and sisters in the back room came out to look around after hearing their mother's loud voice, and told Hongmei: "Take your brothers and sisters back to the back room!" Looking down at Baoran in his arms, he still looked at this and that calmly, not showing much fear. I wondered: This little girl is quite brave. , When Uncle Zhou and his wife gradually became quiet, Baoran's father thought for a while and said: "In my opinion, it is useless for us to rush here. The situation outside is very chaotic now, so it is better to wait and see. Shanghai's educated youth are here to complete their studies. It's actually a minority. When Aksu comes out with a specific policy, we will know where to put our efforts!" Uncle Zhou said, "But a lot of people have gone back now!" Aunt Tang also nodded to confirm. "You have to see how they all go back! They say they are retired from illness or replacements, and many of them don't even have a transfer letter. What can they do when they go back?" Aunt Tang said anxiously: "If you still care about so many things, let's go back first! Brother Jiang, you I'll give my family some advice and try to find a replacement. I'll tell you there's work over there, so why don't we keep it here? We have to go back, no matter what, we won't starve to death, right? "We can't live together." "Can our family's situation be compared with those of others? We all have children and no place to go back." Baoran's father paused, and then said: "We will think about it after we go back." If there is a good way, why would we have to worry about it for so long? It doesn't matter to those who are single and have no children. We can't just ignore it and let the little people suffer!" As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent. Yes, now is not the time when they went to Xinjiang to support the border with enthusiasm and without hesitation. We are all fathers and mothers, and we all have our own unshirkable responsibilities on our shoulders. , It was getting late, Baoran's father picked up Baoran and said goodbye, and Uncle Zhou and his wife came out to say goodbye. When leaving, Aunt Tang hesitated again and again, and finally said: "Brother Jiang, do you remember the one named Chen? He has also gone back." Baoran's father was stunned and asked: "What about his family? I remember that his family seems to be local, right? There is a child." Aunt Tang ignored Uncle Zhou and quietly winked, and said: "Leave, the child is taken away!" There was a silence. After a while, Baoran's father said, "Don't send it off. We still have children at home. I'll leave first." Aunt Tang blurted out, "Brother Jiang, actually you can also..." "That's enough!" Uncle Zhou cut her off, "Brother Jiang, it's late, let's go back first! Let's meet again when we have time to discuss it." Aunt Tang curled her lips unconvinced, and finally said nothing more. The summer night was still very cold. Dad hugged Baoran tightly and walked quickly.

This time, except for a few elders who still had some sense of responsibility and stayed at their posts to cook soup and barbecue, the seven or eight younger ones all followed to watch the scenery. Passing through the small woods, in front of you is a small mountain peak that is not very high, covered with shade and green. Climb up the big rock at the foot of the mountain for a while, and there is a small platform, which is a good place for viewing. Looking back through the woods, you can see the brothers and sisters busy working in the smoke. Looking into the distance, the mountains are further away, the sky is higher, and the line of snow-capped peaks is steeper and clearer. Shaohu led them to squeeze past a large rock, got into a crack in the mountain, and walked along. Wang Jing was careful and kept tapping here and there with a tree stick in his hand. Erhu became impatient: "What are you knocking on? We just looked inside and outside, and there was nothing!" After a few steps forward, we arrived at the cave that Shaohu mentioned. Erhu was right. This was not a hole at all. There were cracks in the rocks on the left and right that let in bright light. Looking up, the bright sun shone in through the horizontal branches and vines. It felt like sitting in a well and looking at the sky. This is obviously not a cave, nor is it like a few big rocks put together as Erhu said. It looks like a complete mountain peak, which was split into three or four petals by a divine sword from top to bottom. However, it never fell to the ground. It just stood there for months and months, becoming a secluded and secluded place. , These half-year-old children would usually poke and dig into the ground to find out if they saw a mouse hole. Now they suddenly discovered such a winding mountain castle, how could they not be excited? Gao Jing followed Baohui, peering through a crack in the rocks, and screamed loudly outside. Hongyu pulled Hongbin and asked him to help her pinch some rare blue flowers high on the stone wall. Wang Jing was relatively reserved. He raised his head and looked at the weeping leaves on the top of the vine, and reached out to pick up the little golden spots that leaked from the leaves. But Baoran stepped on a piece of gravel and stood on tiptoe, groping on the largest stone wall, not knowing what he was looking for. After a long time, Erhu became impatient and began to urge everyone to go back to eat. Baoran suddenly shouted in victory: "Sun Shaohu, don't be proud, you are not the first to discover this place!" , Everyone was called to her to come over and take a look. Shaohu was the first to squeeze through, and saw that on the moss-covered stone wall, Bao Ran was pushing aside several green vines with his hands, and underneath there was a small line of traditional Chinese official script: In the 25th year of the Republic of China, two wives, Zhang and Wang, came here for a visit. It's incredible! Shaohu was unwilling to give up, and reached out to touch it. It was actually carved into the stone. Through the moss marks on the surface, one could still vaguely see the historical relics that should have been painted with red paint. They were genuine. Shaohu stood there dumbstruck, how could such a thing happen! What's even weirder is how did the little girl Baoran find all the vine leaves and moss on it? Bao Ran saw his shock and confusion, smiled proudly, stretched out his hand to break off the vine leaves and threw them away, and then pulled a few big leaves and rubbed them vigorously to make the line of writing more clear. After finishing, he clapped his hands and said, "My eyes are easier to use!" Yangyang walked away. No matter how well-maintained Baoran's eyesight is in this life, it does not have the function of perspective. The reason why he can find this place so accurately is naturally... He has traveled here long ago. But at that time, this line of writing had become so famous that the teacher who led the team pointed it out to the students. It is really imaginative to know who originally discovered it. I just remember that at that time, Baoran, who had just graduated from elementary school, was still very pure in thought, popular and professional. When he saw this line and understood the meaning behind it, his first thought was: the evil anti-Japanese exploiting class! Now it has become much more depraved, but I just sigh: After all, it is the ruling class, and the two family members who don't even have names are so serious about leaving a mark of their visit here, which can be passed down through the ages. No wonder so many people have sharpened their heads and climbed up. , Several people were talking about it, and they gathered around Shaohu who was extremely regretful for not being able to become Copernicus. They all talked about the reason. Baochen Dahu and the other big boys looked at each other and laughed. It turned out that they had been there during school activities two years ago, and the mystery on the stone wall naturally did not escape their eyes. Shaohu felt more and more regretful, but he was not as stubborn as his second brother, so he still said with interest: "Then I also discovered the hole by myself, no one reminded me or helped me!" Baohui immediately helped: "Yes, so to a certain extent, you were the first to discover it!" Hongbin also nodded in agreement. Baoran felt that actually it was quite good to be like them. , The soup was rolling and the vegetables were fragrant, and hungry people from all walks of life came to the table one after another with chopsticks and bowls. Bao Ran pulled Wang Jing, who was looking around, into her hand an egg pancake roll with braised beef that was exactly the same as his own, and while drinking vegetable and tofu soup, he pointed out to her: "My eldest brother said, the true meaning of a dinner party is to try to prevent everyone from eating what they brought! Stop looking for it, your pancakes and eggs have long been swallowed up by Brother Erhu! The tomatoes are there!" Pointing to a plate of fragrant tomatoes with scrambled eggs in red, red, yellow and yellow colors on the plastic cloth. Gao Jing looked aside and took a hard bite of the beef omelette in his hand, "They move really fast!" "That's it!" Hongyu stopped pretending to be coquettish now and was busy eating: "My sister said, tell Baoran These brothers are eating together, so you must act quickly. If you hesitate even a little, you won't be left with any scum!" Looking at the others, it seems that Huang Xiaoxiao and Su Xiaogezi are the only ones in the audience who still maintain the elegant demeanor of ladies. That Huang Xiaoxiao was so awesome, he could actually chatter and laugh non-stop while still eating and drinking cleanly and calmly. However, her words were funny and natural. Although she was a little too lively, she was not annoying. Even Sister Zhou talked with her with great interest. Su Xiaogezi speaks politely and softly, and from time to time she cares about whether Bao Ran is eating well and has enough soup, and occasionally generously benefits Gao Jing and Wang Jing next to her. Hongyu didn't think so either, since she had her sister taking care of her anyway. Gao Gao whispered quietly to Baoran: "Why don't I like this Sister Su? Why can't I get used to it, even more than I can't get used to Ye Xiaoling!" That's because Su Xiaoge is too young and her kung fu is far from perfect. Baoran blinked: "You don't have to like her! Besides, what do you like her for? All you need to do is like the food she cooks." Gao Jing tilted her head and thought about it: "That's right!" She reached out and grabbed another skewer of roasted rabbit meat. , After the meal, the sun was already a little bit harsh, and the ladies put on their sunhats and moved to the shade of the trees to relax and have a rest. Baochen asked Baoran to go up the river to find a waterfall. Hongyu Gao Jing was unwilling to move, and only Wang Jing followed her quietly. Along the clear and rushing Ningjia River, stepping on stones, crossing wooden beams, and climbing all the way up, you can faintly hear thunder that seems to come from the sky. After bypassing two mountain ridges, you could see a line of silver hanging from the horizon in the distance in front of you, and the faint thunder suddenly turned into an ear-splitting roar. Baochen was talking next to him, and he had to shout to barely hear him clearly. When I arrived, I looked up and saw a white waterfall surrounded by steaming clouds and mist, rushing down from the blue sky, with flying flowers and jade, and a refreshing chill to the bones. Baochen came closer and shouted: "This is the Donggou Waterfall. Follow the ditch next to it and go straight up, which is the source of the Ningjia River!" I know, you have taken me here before. Bao Ran turned his head and looked at Bao Chen's side face looking at the top of the waterfall with great pride. Bao Chen was also so high-spirited at that time, with the energy of a newborn calf who is not afraid of anything. Now, he still has the same confident face, but with an added layer of calmness and resilience. Bao Ran couldn't help but smile, and took a deep breath. It was moist, comfortable, and smelled of pine needles and green grass. , Dahu and the three boys began to climb up the cliffs on both sides to the waterfall. They greeted Baochen loudly. Baochen looked at the two little girls, waved them to help themselves, then picked a big stone that was hot in the sun by the river, and the three of them sat down to rest. Wang Jing got to the bottom of it: "Brother Jiang, where does the water in this waterfall come from?" Baochen took a handful of river water and flushed his face, looked up and said: "Go up and keep going. It's a summer pasture in Kazakhstan. The water comes down from the aqueducts in the virgin pine forests and pastures there." Wang Jing didn't believe it: "But it looks like it's on the top of the mountain. It comes from somewhere on the top of the mountain.？" "！"："，，，？" "！"："，！" "？，？" "Why do you need to know each other? Just knock on the door and go in. No one will let you in. You are still young. When you go to middle school, I will find an opportunity to bring you over to stay for one night. That will be comfortable!" Wang Jing listened leisurely and fascinated. On the top of the waterfall, the smiling faces of several boys emerged from the pine trees on both sides, waving to the three people below, cheering in victory. No matter how beautiful the place is, there is a time to leave; no matter how brilliant the day is, there is also a time when the sky turns late. When a group of people returned home exhausted, it was already dark. Bao Ran's mother was waiting at the entrance of the hospital. When she saw Wang Jing hurriedly jumping out of the car, she said, "Arrived? Your mother is fine. She took medicine and slept in the afternoon. She just woke up and had dinner, and she asked me when you can arrive!" Wang Jing stood firm and said "Thank you, auntie!", And hurried home. Bao Ran stopped her and magically pulled out two huge sunflower trays from Bao Hui's backpack: "This is yours, take it!" Wang Jing took it and looked at it, smiled, raised two little suns and waved to Bao Ran, then turned and went home.

Early in the morning, before dawn, Bao Ran got up and urged Bao Chen to take down her precious bag. She also asked for Bao Chen's school bag, folded her own small cloth bag and stuffed it in, and handed it back to him. Baochen took it and was flattered... Then he heard his dear little sister say: "Brother, help me carry it, remember: don't break it, don't get it dirty, and don't throw it away! You are here, pack it! Return it to me when you get home." Baochen vomited blood: It turns out that he is just a cheap porter and custodian... He reached in and touched it, and felt a round, flat, hard thing. When he took it out, it was a Chairman Mao badge. He couldn't help but say maliciously: "This thing is inside, it's hooked and scratched, and it will destroy your precious monkey!" Who doesn't understand how little he is petty? But... Baoran thought about it and realized that it was not impossible, so he took out the badge and pinned it on the corner of his inner clothes. Bao Chen curled his lips when he saw it: "Those are considered treasures! They are all over the street!" ... Can it be the same? I'm shortsighted and don't have the same knowledge as you! , After breakfast, the uncle and Zhenxiu, who was rubbing her eyes, sent them to Cuntou Road to wait for the bus. Bing Wa'er hadn't woken up yet, and her mother-in-law didn't go out as usual, but for the first time there was a hint of worry on her face, but she didn't say much, she just held Baochen's hand: "Baochen baby, I remember that you are the eldest brother..." Then he said to the second uncle calmly: "It's not easy for your little sister to be out there." The second uncle and his second aunt seemed to be having some trouble. The second uncle was guarding the bamboo-backed basket containing Bao Ran, and he and his elder uncle were smoking tobacco leaves silently. The second aunt called Zhenxiu back to see if her brother was awake, straightened the clothes and trousers of Baochen brother and sister, and checked the dry food in the bag, but did not talk to the second uncle. , When they were about to get in the car, Baoran finally couldn't help it, and quietly dragged Zhenxiu over and asked: "Sister, what does that bamboo rake in our backyard, by the pond, do? Tell the truth!" , On the long-distance bus, the second aunt kept crowding beside the second uncle, muttering non-stop. The second uncle buried his head and remained silent. Baohui, who was sitting in the front row and pretended not to know anything, whispered to Baochen: "Brother, isn't the second aunt not willing to come see us off?" Baochen also whispered: "Shouldn't you? She asked to come. It's none of our business, don't think about it, it's probably something about her parents' family!" Baohui felt relieved and asked again: "Brother, it's been so long, I can't even remember where we live, how can I go back? "Looking for it?" Bao Chen chuckled: "I remember, but it's useless. You forgot, our family has moved to the city, and no one can find it." Bao Ran, who was sitting on the other side of him, said, "I can find it!" The two brothers laughed together: "Yes! My sister is the best. No one can find it, but I can find it!" ... Actually, I'm serious! , The second aunt served dinner and expressed her reluctance to leave the Baochen brothers and sisters. She just expressed her reluctance, and then she took her second aunt and complained softly and softly. The second aunt obviously knew his character well. As soon as everyone had eaten, they said, "Oh, I don't know if the tickets are easy to buy. I have to watch the kids. His second uncle is not familiar here. Could you please ask the second sister or brother-in-law to take his second uncle to have a look?" The second aunt immediately panicked. : "What should I do? My father is busy in the factory, with year-end summary and report meeting... I... I don't know how to leave..." The second aunt took over the words considerately: "Really, I forgot about it. My brother-in-law is a member of the public family. Cadres, it's time to get busy! We'd better go to the station early so that we don't have to come back in the evening to trouble the second sister!" "I'm an enemy, it's better to go early than later!" The second aunt hurriedly packed up to see off the guests. , Walking outside the station, Baohui wanted to urinate. Baoran had a conditioned reflex in shame and had to go too. Baochen took his younger brother into the bathroom. Baoran said he could do it. His second aunt didn't follow him, but waited at the door with his second uncle. The smell of the toilet was as strong as usual. Bao Ran quickly completed the task and evacuated quickly in one breath. When I got to the door, I saw that my second uncle and my aunt were a little further away. They were arguing about something. I heard my second uncle shouting: "... I can't explain it..." "What do you mean you can't explain it? It's not like you have no one to control it!" The second aunt's voice was stronger than ever before, "What am I doing for? When I marry into your family, I don't have to wear new clothes once. What do I say? It's a year's expense! Just pick it up and go shopping!" "What does it mean to visit! It's a gift for nephews..." "Who says it's not a gift? Didn't I find someone to send it to? You also recognize my brother, but you still can't believe it? Give him Baochen's ticket money. , Plus another 20 for the trip, it's cheap for everyone! You can send it to the whole family, why do you think it's so expensive?" "What do you think of going home?" The second uncle struggled. "There's no need to talk about anything! Who can talk too much after catching a pig kid? Even if you have to talk to them, you can live your life at home, not on other people's tongues!" Just as he said this, Baochen Baohui came out and called her sister. The second aunt heard the sound and turned around to see them, and stopped talking. , Entering the waiting room and seeing his second aunt rushing to greet the man and woman there, Baoran knew that his initial uneasiness was not without reason. The second aunt introduced them enthusiastically and called the three brothers and sisters: "This is Aunt Jiang, this is Uncle Jiang, call someone!" Then she said to the two people: "The older one is Baochen, you know something is wrong! This is Baohui Baoran, they are both so well-behaved!" The two people looked like siblings, both gentle, honest and honest. Aunt Jiang was holding a small baby on her chest, sleeping soundly with her eyes closed. Baohui looked at the little baby curiously and called out obediently: "Hello, aunt! Hello, uncle!" The two people laughed at the same time, touched Baohui's head and said, "Okay, okay! Good boy!" Baochen didn't call, but looked at his second uncle suspiciously. , The second uncle didn't look at him, only looked at Uncle Jiang. Uncle Jiang smiled honestly and nodded to him: "Brother-in-law Qingcheng! Long time no see!" Then he pointed at Aunt Jiang and said: "This is my eldest sister. She used to play at my cousin's house when she was a child. Not only did she have a little nephew, she came here. Come and reunite with your brother-in-law!" He laughed twice again: "My eldest brother-in-law asked me to go farming with him. He said that Xinjiang is a big place and there is not enough land to farm!" At this time, Aunt Jiang came over to ask my cousin-in-law how he was. The second uncle looked at the baby in her arms, then at Uncle Jiang, and asked hesitantly: "You guys... Are you okay with this?" Uncle Jiang nodded: "Brother-in-law, don't worry! My cousin told me everything. You see, we didn't bring anything except food for the road. The three nephews all knew what they were doing. I'll carry one on my back and hold another one each, no problem!" The second uncle stopped talking, his eyes wandered, and he was uneasy. , The second aunt started to take Baoran out of the backpack, put the dry food bundle in it, looked at it and said, "There is still some free space, put your clothes and bags in it too, Yaomei'er will feel more comfortable when she sits down!" Uncle Jiang took off a small blue cloth bundle behind him, folded it in, and pressed it with his hands, "It's ready! Just use it as a small board. Come on! Yao Mei'er, come in and try?" The second aunt took Bao Ran and put her in: "Sit down, Yao Mei'er! We have a soft chair and a small quilt outside. It's so comfortable!" As soon as the second uncle's words came out, Bao Ran knew that the matter was irreversible. Fortunately, he was mentally prepared, so he was calm and even gave them a sweet smile. Baochen watched them working, his face gradually turned pale, and he stared at his second uncle closely. , The second uncle was silent, and the second aunt stared with burning eyes. Finally, the second uncle lowered his head, knelt down and faced Baochen and said, "Baochen, Uncle Jiang also works in Xinjiang, just like your parents. Uncle Jiang is accompanying your aunt to Xinjiang. How nice that he will come with you! Listen to your uncle's words on the way and keep an eye on your younger brothers and sisters... This uncle of the Jiang family will follow you The second aunt is a cousin, and like the rest of the family, don't be outsiders. Just tell him what you want, don't wrong yourself, don't you know? " Baochen opened his eyes wide at first, and then for a long time, he didn't nod or say anything, just looked at the uncle in front of him quietly, as if he suddenly didn't recognize him. At such a young age, his eyes gradually revealed a hint of coldness. The second uncle gently turned his head away and patted Baochen on the shoulder, "Good boy. The second uncle knows that Baochen is older and more sensible... He will definitely take good care of Baohui and Yaomei..." The second aunt came over in a coquettish voice: "There are so many nonsense... Who doesn't know that Baochen is the most capable..." Handed over a small bag: "Auntie bought some cakes. They are fragrant and soft. Don't press them when you hold them. Yaomei'er likes them..." Baochen remained motionless, neither picking up the bag nor looking at her. He just stared at his second uncle, who never turned to look at him again. The coldness in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he slowly became quiet and indifferent. Baohui, who had been held tightly by him, felt some pain in his hand, and the pain became more and more painful. He opened his mouth to scream, and looked at his brother. For some reason, he did not dare to speak out. He only kept his grievances and endured it quietly. , People waiting for the bus began to move around, and the announcement was announced that the train was entering the station. Uncle Jiang covered Baoran, picked up the basket, came over and took Baohui in his arms and said, "Okay, we are leaving now! Don't worry, sister and brother-in-law, I will bring it for you! I will give you a letter when I get there!" Aunt Jiang also came over and gently held Baochen in his arms, "Baochen, my dear, let's go Let's go, okay?" Bao Chen calmed down and seemed to have made up his mind. He took the small bag from his second aunt and stuffed it into his big school bag. He cleared his throat and said, "Goodbye, uncle and aunt!" When he said this, there was even a smile on his lips, although he was as fake and stiff as his second aunt. Then he looked at Baoran who was looking at him with a warm smile in his backpack, took Baohui and followed Uncle Jiang closely. Seeing Baochen take the small bag, Baoran breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the child was obviously much more rational. Then when he saw that smile, he sighed quietly. , There were not many people entering the station. Until the entrance turned, Bao Ran turned around and saw his second uncle squatting on the ground with his head buried in it. He seemed to be very tired and never got up. Baochen never looked back.

On April 5th, Bao Ran staggered forward with his calves, following the dusty army, to participate in school group activities and sweep graves during the Qingming Festival. Every year during the Qingming Festival, visiting the grave of Premier Zhou Enlai a few kilometers away from Shicheng City is a historical tradition for schools large and small in Shicheng City. In Baoran's mind at that time, the Premier Zhou Monument was a sacred place equivalent to the Memorial Hall of the Revolutionary Martyrs. Her joining the team and subsequent joining ceremonies were all held here. Baoran once took it for granted that all the children in China came here like this, looking up at the tall monument and remembering the good prime minister beloved by the people, with their little faces tense and their chests undulating with infinite sacred ambitions. It wasn't until I grew up and went out that I realized that this was actually the only monument to Premier Zhou in the country. This is really a magical thing. Baoran once wondered, are it possible that only the people of Shicheng City particularly love the people's good prime minister? Later, I gradually figured out that it was not that simple to build a personal monument. It is estimated that only the Xinjiang Corps, which has the place, the manpower and material resources, and more importantly, the unscrupulous courage, built the first and only monument in the same place where Premier Zhou had met with youth representatives from the Shanghai branch when he inspected Xinjiang.   This is very necessary. During these two days every year, there is a huge flow of people in front of the monument, and you have to queue up to get a number for anything. Almost all primary and secondary schools in the city, as well as various units, will come to visit and pay homage in an organized manner. Everyone is wearing plain clothes, and without exception, there are small white flowers on their chests. Baoran also has one on his chest and one in his hand. My father specially found a thin translucent tracing paper, and he and my mother prepared it for the children at home. Baoran still remembers the way the couple worked carefully under the lamp last night. It didn't look like they were making a few small paper flowers, but more like they were thinking about a handicraft. , Baoran waited, occasionally looking up and reading the familiar bright red characters on the front of the monument: "Dear Premier Zhou Enlai will live forever." If I remember correctly, there is also an inscription on the south side of the monument when Premier Zhou Enlai visited during his inspection. There is a handwritten inscription on the north side, which should be a speech about learning from Dazhai in agriculture. On the back side, there is the inscription of the Youth League Party Committee that originally ordered the construction of the monument, and there are also large statues showing the scene of the inspection: Premier Zhou and Vice Premier Chen Yi were with people of all ethnic groups. The space in front of the monument is limited, so the teachers and leaders of each school unit consciously contacted each other and arranged in an orderly manner for each class and unit to pass through, stay, swear an oath, and leave. More people were waiting patiently in the squares in front and in the elm trees. The crowd below was buzzing, but even the most naughty children did not dare to make loud noises, let alone laugh and play, under the stern eyes of the teachers and the serious expressions of the adults. Every time this day comes, the evergreen pines and cypresses around the monument disappear, and the white snow is covered with countless paper flowers. Just like in the previous life, Baoran stepped forward and went up and down for a long time before he finally found a place to hang the small white flower in his hand. Standing up and taking a closer look, you can see the paper flowers hanging tightly on the branches and trees. They are made of various materials, including simple white paper, pure white crepe paper, snow-white copy paper, and even milky white plastic paper, translucent cellophane, and soft white long-staple cotton. Layers upon layers, gathered together, is a dizzying sea of ​​white flowers, pure and flawless. Looking up, it was the turn of the representatives of the Machinery Factory and the Middle School to take the stage. Two middle school students wearing league emblems carefully carried a pot of white blooming calla lilies tied with colored paper and gently placed them on the platform under the monument. Baoran followed the team to the front of the stage and stood in rows in front and behind. On the steps, a girl with tightly braided pigtails and a black corduroy jacket, representing all the teachers and students of the primary school, recited a eulogy in her hand with great emotion. Bao Ran recognized her. She was a senior in the first grade of junior high school. She was the team committee member of the primary school department. Today, she will lead this group of primary school students to swear in the team. Then, she will also be sworn in to become a glorious Communist Youth League member under the leadership of the senior seniors. The eulogy was coming to an end, and it could be heard that the girl's voice was choked with sobs. When she turned around and announced to Baoran and the others: "The joining ceremony begins now!", Her red eyes and nose were clearly visible to the people below. , Two days ago, he was still immersed in the entangled battle of wits with Hongmei's innocent literature. Bao Ran thought that he had seen the colorful world in the future and couldn't help but laugh secretly. However, when the girl on the steps solemnly raised her right fist, she led everyone to swear: "I am a member of the Chinese Young Pioneers... "", Baoran couldn't help but raised his little fists in a very standard manner and chanted in unison: "... Contribute all your strength to the cause of communism!" Every child, in front of the tall, simple and solemn monument, in the middle of the white sea of snow, couldn't help but straighten his mind and solemnly swear. No matter when you look back in the future, with regret or no regrets, with sentimentality or pride, there is a place and a moment in this world where you once had no distracting thoughts and once had devout faith. , Baoran became a qualified Young Pioneer. He tied up his bright red scarf meticulously every day, sat upright in class, carefully placed the textbooks on top of them, and concentrated on his extracurricular books. The teachers had all turned a blind eye, because they had talked to Baoran's father. Baoran's father smiled and promised: "I will tell you about her when I go back, and I will never blatantly break the classroom discipline!" With such a protective father, what else can you do to his child? Anyway, Baoran is neither noisy nor noisy. Not only does he rank first or second in exam scores, he is always hovering around the top. At such a young age, it is already good to do this, so let her be. Her die-hard deskmate, Liu Jun, whose development was also slow and whose progress was equally slow, had been uncharacteristically positive in the past six months and finally joined the team with Bao Ran in time for Qingming Festival. In Wang Jing's words, this was due to the teacher's teaching and help. In his own words, this was for the honor and common progress of the class. Bao Ran asked privately: "Do you think it's too embarrassing for you to be a white-necked boy even though I can join the team?" Although what she said was basically consistent with the facts, how could Liu Jun admit it? Bao Ran was disdainful, and now quoted Ye Xiaoling's original words to attack him: "You still say no! Look at you, you have no self-consciousness at all. Every day, someone has to come over for inspection before temporarily pulling out the red scarf to wear it. How can there be such a request for progress!" "What are you afraid of?" Baoran was puzzled. "On this..." Liu Jun pulled out a corner of the red scarf from his schoolbag, brought it to Bao Ran's eyes, and said mysteriously: "There is blood on this! The blood of many people!" , ... Bao Ran was stunned. Liu Jun thought she didn't believe it and became anxious: "I'm not going to lie to you! The teacher said: Our red scarf is the corner of the red flag and is dyed with the blood of the revolutionary martyrs! Listen, the teacher can't lie!" ... Of course the teacher didn't lie. But the problem is, when our teacher Yang was telling us about rhetorical techniques such as metaphor, exaggeration, personification, etc., Where did your Mr. Liu Da's brain wander around? This child's imagination is too rich... Bao Ran composed himself: "Do you think, if it was really stained with blood, it would still be so bright red after such a long time?" Liu Jun was thoughtful. Thinking that he had given enough reminders, Baoran put the matter behind him until a week later, the lovely classmate Liu Jun showed her a piece of blood-stained white cloth: "Yeah, look, the blood is dark brown when it dries, and it doesn't look like a red scarf at all!" Baoran was shocked again: "This is..., Where "Her blood?" Liu Jun raised a scarred finger and showed it to her: "Here! It's okay, it'll be fine in two days... But what's going on with this red scarf? Is the martyr's blood different from others?" This child is too eager to study, and his hands-on ability is too strong... In order to avoid causing self-harm by mistake again, Bao Ran reported the incident and let Teacher Yang answer his questions! , Teacher Yang held a theme team meeting, focusing on explaining the connection and symbolism between the ** martyrs, the red flag, and the red scarf. He told everyone that there is no endless big red flag for the young pioneers to cut and divide, and there is no need to worry about wearing or washing it to stain the martyrs. The most important thing is that as a qualified Young Pioneer, you must at least listen carefully in class and master some of the most basic literary knowledge... After being punished by the teacher with a lot of word-writing and sentence-making homework, classmate Liu Jun finally behaved like everyone else and put on a red scarf and stopped. , Baoran took this matter home and told everyone, and everyone laughed it off, including Hongmei. Bao Ran took some time to tell Hongmei the story again. Hongmei laughed at her: "You're not done yet! It's just a joke made by your classmate. He took it seriously without even thinking about it. Sooner or later he will understand when he grows up, so he doesn't have to keep making fun of people!" Bao Ran corrected her seriously: "You don't have to wait until he grows up, he already understands it now. In the words of our teacher: he paid the price in blood." Hongmei laughed again: "The price in blood! He is obviously a little fool!" "Yes!" Bao Ran nodded: "It's quite stupid."

The sun was shining in the sky, The flowers smiled at me, The bird said: Morning, morning, morning, Why are you carrying a small schoolbag? , After all, Baoran is a young boy in two generations. After feeling lost for a while, he picked up his small schoolbag with energy again, listened to this song from the campus loudspeaker that was so familiar that it made people cry, and that was so light that it made people want to dance, and went to school as everyone expected! , Who will the other heroines meet on the first day they enter the classroom? The affable head teacher who was impressed by the heroine's intelligence and politeness? Baoran smiled and said hello to the middle-aged female teacher with short hair and Lenin clothes on the podium: "Hello, teacher!" The teacher was indeed very satisfied: "Good boy!" Look at her size, "Come and sit down in the first row..., The one at the back! No fighting! And you! Come down! Who allowed you to stand on the table?..." The teacher hurried to the back of the classroom and drank a drink from a bully on the table. Wang Bian's black balls turned around and tore apart the two little boys who were twisted together. He picked up a little girl who was knocked to the ground next to him, took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, sat down on the chair, and then returned to the podium, shouting all the way: "Sit down! Sit down!" , ... Well, the teacher is very busy and has no time to watch us show off our supreme heroine style. Baoran pinched his nose and sat down with his hands behind his back. It is said that at this time, the mature and wise demeanor of a reborn person should be used to help the teacher maintain order in the classroom, arrange and guide the innocent children, win the favor and trust of the class teacher, and at the same time establish himself in the new group At the same time, one or two or two groups of envious, jealous, disobedient, and secretly hated villains can be created to create countless conflicts, large and small, to highlight the beauty, kindness, wit, and bravery of the protagonist... Please use your imagination to add the following complimentary words. Hey, Baoran flirted for a while, trying to persuade the two children who were about to fight on the desk next to him in the aisle: "Well... Go back to your seat and sit down..." "Go away -" the thin girl with two braids. He has a loud voice with high decibels and high frequency that is incompatible with his body and appearance. It would be a pity not to practice vocal music... "Go away -, slug! I won't sit at the same table with you!" At the same time, his whole body struggled to push away the little boy who kept wiping his nose. Baoran's polite voice of persuasion was suppressed so much that even she herself couldn't hear clearly. The boy's voice couldn't compete with hers, so he suppressed his blush and held the edge of the table with one hand to resist with all his strength. That little girl was so energetic that the snot-nosed boy was so squeezed by her that even his chair creaked out of place. In the last two moments, something went wrong. The little boy bumped into Baoran's desk with a bang, and the little girl hit Baoran with her whole body. Bao Ran quickly jumped aside and gave her his chair. The little girl fell onto the chair, then quickly got up and rushed back to hold her position. , The teacher above continued to shout: "Sit down, everyone!" At the same time, the bamboo pointer in his hand hit the desk with a "clack" sound. The sound of the pointer was much better than the heroine's calmness. Although the classroom was still buzzing for a while before gradually quieting down, and there was the sound of tables and chairs colliding and moving from time to time, but at least there was no fighting or screaming. , Well, anyway, we don't plan to develop towards the heroine route, and Baoran is not discouraged, so let's look forward to our future roommates, right? Is she a super cute young lady? Or is he a cold-blooded man with a face that has been frozen for thousands of years? If that doesn't work, let's get a devilish and arrogant little fox. Although it's definitely not as good as the one at home, it's better than nothing? Baoran thought, his eyes scanning the classroom. Then he listened to the instructions from the teacher on the podium: "You two, stop staring! You, sit next to Jiang Baoran!" Baoran watched helplessly as the snot-nosed boy who had just been expelled by the tough braided girl came to sit next to him with his small schoolbag. , The little boy is a typical bully and shy of the strong. As soon as he sat down, he made an empty mark on the table with his hand: "This area is all mine, no crossing the boundary!" Apparently, our Baoran's pink round face and big black grape-like eyes had no effect on him. It's understandable, it's understandable, Baoran comforted himself, isn't he still at that age? From the several brothers, we can clearly realize that there are no female characters in this world who are cute enough to be loved by all. The little boy is still attacking the city and plundering the land. After a while, you will find a suitable seat, and the whole table will be given to you, no problem! Bao Ran moved his chair to the side a little, and then moved a little, secretly glad that this guy was not left-handed, and had been cleaning his nasal cavity with his right hand... When he finally moved left and right to a little carrot head who was so shy that his face would turn into a big red cloth at every turn, Bao Ran breathed a sigh of relief, life was still positive, upward, energetic, and full of hope! , I remember that I left the school for factory children when I was in junior high school. Years later, she has no impression of the teachers and students here at all. Now it seems that they are all like this unexpectedly... Lively and lively! Touching the textbooks in his hands, they were not newly issued. 90% Of the children in the class were using a complete set of textbooks passed down by their elder brothers and sisters. Most of them were the same as Baoran's, which were produced in the 1978 edition. It seemed that many of them had older brothers and sisters in the family, and some of them used the 82 edition, which was the same as those who bought new books. There are two sets of the same textbook in Baoran's family. One set is from Baochen, and the other one is naturally from the Sun family. Although the set from the Sun family has gone through more hands than the one handed down from Baochen Baohui, it looks to be in much better condition. Bao Ran asked for them all, but the one he used was filled with classmate Bao Chen's wise comments, and he kept the other set at the bottom of the box. Baochen was very proud: "My sister has discernment! What's the use of looking at brand new ones? My textbooks all have the key points, and their value is not the same as those of yours that never see the light of day!" Dahu didn't care, Erhu groaned angrily, he was the one who created it The glorious record of forgetting to bring textbooks for one semester made Shaohu even less mentally burdened. He had always used the same set of textbooks as Baohui, and now he saw Baohui holding them in his hands to study with great care. Although it was not his original product, he still felt a sense of honor and pride in having participated. Bao Ran listened to the teacher's impassioned speech, looked through the calligraphy works that condensed the hard work of the two brothers, patiently trimmed the wild and bold artificial beards of ** and Chairman Hua, and processed a sword that came out of thin air in the hands of the little girl who was doing exercises into a bouquet symbolizing peace and friendship, so as to prevent the little boy next to him who was concentrating on stretching his arms from being innocently beheaded. Of course, we must have inheritance and development, and we must have the Yangtze River where the waves behind push the waves ahead. So the big crowing rooster was paired with a flock of vying fat hens, and the big white geese that were bowing their heads in the shadow were turned into a flock of geese. The competing cyclists were each equipped with a five-liter outdoor backpack. Horses, cattle and sheep were allowed to run all over the mountain. After the five-star red flag in front of the flag, they were added with rays of sunshine... Look at the shy little boy next to him, who is also concentrating on drawing: circle after circle, circle after circle... Baoran couldn't help but quietly asked him: "Why do you write so many O's?" The boy blushed, but still answered obediently: "The pinyin is round, I am like this One is flat." "So..." "These are duck eggs, a lot of duck eggs!" "Oh-" "Baoran raised his head to read the teacher's writing on the blackboard, your rooster is really powerful, it lays so many duck eggs... "Then the whole class followed. Watching the teacher read loudly: "a-o-e, i-u...", "** Will always live in our hearts -" , The little boy next to him came over to look at Baoran's textbook. His was the 82 edition. The teacher held the 78 edition in his hand with difficulty and simplicity, which made him very envious of Bao Ran. While the teacher turned around to write on the blackboard again, he flipped through Baoran's textbook, pointed to the color picture on the first page and asked her, "What are they sitting there doing?" Baoran looked at him, "I can rest assured that you are doing the work." "What?" "... It's nothing." , On the first day of the new semester, Baoran was in a pretty good mood. Facing her brothers and sisters who came to express condolences, she happily answered one by one: "The head teacher is an aunt, and she has dimples when she smiles." "The classmates are... Fun and very friendly to me!" "Yes, I sit in the first row, by the window and don't eat chalk dust." The brothers and sisters all smiled and said, "Just like it." , A week later, Baoran sat under the grape trellis and drew circles one by one. Circle, no, it means pinyin. Occasionally, I looked up and looked at the bunches of purple grapes, pondering an eternal mystery in my mind: "Why are the same circles drawn one after another, and the feeling of eating them in the stomach is so different?" When he wrote the 248th circle, Baoran rubbed his dizzy eyes, turned his sore wrists, closed the book and went to talk to his father. , After the Mid-Autumn Festival, my father took Baoran to school to find a teacher. They were all from the same factory and it was easy to negotiate, so I just said hello to the principal and asked a few questions. No one gave her a paper to test her, and no one was shocked. Bao Ran was admitted to the second grade, which fully reflected the school's people-oriented academic attitude, even though this person was referring to her father. This is the advantage of a small local primary school. The second-grade teachers of various subjects did not make a fuss and just said curiously: "Oh, are you in this class?" , It's too easy to get. After another two weeks, Bao Ran pulled the abacus beads and counted thirty-four plus twenty-seven to the tenth time. After picking up a pen and drawing the two characters "" as the teacher asked, Bao Ran sighed, picked up his schoolbag and went to talk to his father again. This time her father frowned and thought for a long time, and advised her: "If you find the homework boring, go find some children to play with. If you go up further, the classmates in the class are much older than you, what will you do if no one wants to play with you?" "But now no one plays with me!" Baoran has really developed an appetite for some of the family members, and can no longer play with these children. Dad sighed: "How about going directly to Baohui's class?" Baoran said modestly: "That's no need, the span is too big. Let's go to the third grade first. It's better to go step by step. " ... It turns out that this is called step-by-step... , Walking into the classroom of Class 1 of the third grade, Baoran was satisfied when he saw Hongyu's surprised smile and Ye Xiaoling's skillful eyes. This is right, this is the truly happy and beautiful school life!

After the summer vacation, Baohui and Shaohu happily held hands. Entered the same class as the children of the Machinery Factory Primary School. Although the teacher, in line with the simple concept of working with men and women without getting tired, separated them abruptly and assigned two little girls to sit at the same table. However, after some mediation by Shaohu, within a week, the two of them were sitting side by side again, smiling at the teacher with admiration and affection, hands behind their backs. Their head teacher, who lived next door to Baoran's house, opened his mouth to these two, and finally waved his hand and let them go. Come on, why don't the little girls in the class ignore Baohui's honest smile and Shaohu's big shining eyes, and start crying for her when their name is called. With Shaohu's company, Baohui feels that school life is actually not that difficult. The cruel torture of the school experiences of those few months last year and the big brothers and little sisters showed their great power at this moment. Baohui's homework discipline was top-notch in the class, and it wasn't long before he was nominated by the teacher to be the monitor. Baohui once again reflected his good qualities of being kind, respectful and thrifty. He said shyly and kindly that these achievements were actually achieved under the teacher's wise guidance and with the enthusiastic help of classmate Sun Shaohu. He hoped that the teacher would not be limited by neighborly relations and ignore real talents. As a result, for the first time in the first grade of Zidi Primary School, there were two male monitors, one and one, which made the boys who were discriminated against in the primary school feel proud. The teachers were even more convincing: "Who said we are partial! Huh? Look at it. Really good students will never be buried! You boys know that you are jealous of girls, and you should find more reasons from yourself!" , Everyone has gone to school, and Baoran is single, so her mother takes it with her to and from get off work every day and puts it in the kindergarten in front of the factory. Elementary schools and kindergartens, like housing, are basic benefits for factory employees. The parents of the children there are basically factory workers, and the husband of the child care aunt is seen every day without looking up. With such a close and friendly relationship, the child care aunt will inevitably treat the children as her own children, and will discipline them seriously without hesitation, spanking and scolding when necessary. Bao Ran was poisoned by the human rights ideology of the 21st century and could not appreciate such an intimate way of caring. After witnessing an incorrigible little boy being locked up alone in a small dark room twice in a week, Bao Ran proposed to leave the kindergarten and go home. Of course, when I go home, I feel more at home alone, flipping through books and drawing, sitting and lying freely. The parents agreed. Their daughter's performance in the past year reassured them. Besides, it was so close that they would have to go back at noon. But my mother made a condition: November at most. After that, it gets colder. There are no adults at home, and we don't dare to light the stove. Baoran agreed, thinking that she would tell her later, as her mother would be the best to fool. , The children all got their wish. My father was not having a good time this time. Mainly it's about work. During the National Day on National Day, the factory selected some of its technical backbones to go to Urumqi to attend industry seminars. When the list was drawn up, Chief Wang of the Technical Section led the team. There were both seniors and up-and-comers, but Bao Ran's father, who had been in charge for a year alone, was not on the list. It can be seen that there is still a gap between schools and society after all, just like ideals and reality. The matter of promoting talents in an eclectic way can be applied to education and can give people hope. Section Chief Wang said earnestly at the mobilization meeting: "Young people We must guard against arrogance and impetuosity! Lao Qi in our department is an old man. He has worked hard all his life and has worked hard without any merit. How can anyone bear to let him go after such an opportunity! Although he is a little young, he has great qualifications. It's a bit light, but his performance in the past few months has been obvious to all, and he has actively moved closer to the party organization. We can't dampen his eagerness to be motivated! However, he has not made any achievements yet. That's why we have to give him this great learning opportunity! Only by learning can we make progress!" Finally, after the organization's study, it was decided to give Bao Ran's father an important task and be fully responsible for the technical guidance and quality control of the factory during the technical team's study period. Before leaving, Section Chief Wang warned carefully: "Xiaojiang, this is the great trust I have won for you repeatedly in front of the factory leaders. Don't let down everyone's expectations! During the National Day, the production tasks are tight and the product requirements are high. It is precisely because of your outstanding performance in the past two years that we have won a lot of trust." I have put such an important responsibility in your hands. I hope you will not be emotional, put down your mental baggage, go into battle lightly, and stand up for this most important job! Don't ruin the good results of the factory over the past year!" Don't wait for Baoran! Dad argued, and Section Chief Wang held his hands tightly: "Of course, I know, you are a good comrade, and you have always been serious and responsible. It's just an instruction in vain, hahaha!" , Baoran's father was born under the red flag and grew up in New China. I have studied the teachings of Confucius and Mencius with a crusade and critical attitude. I have been baptized by the great cultural revolution, discarding the essence and picking up the dross. After decades, I still have quite a lot of experience, but it is obvious that I have not yet cultivated to the height of a saint. It is inevitable that I will be a little bit nauseous when I receive such treatment. The individualism of intellectuals began to rise. Although I still maintained my basic consciousness and did not bring any emotions at work, I was completely exposed when I returned home, and I was often depressed. Baoran's mother is worried about her husband's unfair circumstances and even more worried about his current state of mind. I discussed with him: "Should we go find someone? Let's go to Section Chief Liao who introduced us here. At the end of last year, it sounded like Section Chief Wang was quite afraid of him?" Low. If someone helps you once, can he help you for a lifetime? He has already given him the opportunity, and the rest is up to us. Besides, how can we tell him that I am not valued enough here despite being given so many tasks? Or does he feel that his treatment is unfair and he should go further based on his contribution? If you look at him, with his ability, connections, age and qualifications, he can't get any position, and he has to stay in a small police station. You should know what kind of person he is to go to for this kind of thing. , Aren't you feeling uncomfortable? You'd better find a way on your own!" "Otherwise, we should build a good relationship with Section Chief Wang, after all, he is the direct leader... Should I take the child to visit his wife on weekends?" Baoran's mother plans to use wife diplomacy. "That's not okay. Work matters have nothing to do with personal relationships. Besides, the people in his family are not easy to talk to. If you bump into him so rashly, you will only humiliate yourself! He is specifically targeting me. I know. You don't have to worry about it, I will handle it." Baoran's father comforted his mother with confidence. It sounds very ambitious, but what should be done specifically? There is no charter for a while. Baoran's father knew very well that it was his own ability that made Section Chief Wang so taboo. Section Chief Wang was born in a university of workers, peasants and soldiers. His biggest advantage was that he had a good foundation and a reputation as a party member. If he matched up with him, the result would be taken for granted. In addition, for more than a year of work, Bao Ran's father always produced the drawings and Section Chief Wang checked them. Every time I have to make a few corrections on insignificant data, and then of course I sign my name in the design column of the drawing. Because according to regulations, Baoran's father is only a technician and does not have the qualifications of an engineer. Although the stacks of drawings in the technical department office were calculated by him and drawn stroke by stroke, he did not even have the right to sign. Of course, when the drawings are sent to the workshop for production, he still has to look at them in person, because "it is the job of the assistant engineer to implement the drawings into production as an assistant engineer and a first-level technician!" Ranking and qualifications are an insurmountable obstacle in this era. Even Bao Ran's father is as shrewd and cunning as he is, and there is no way he can go directly to the factory director's door with a gift and demand fair treatment. If you file a complaint beyond the level, first of all, people will think that this comrade has a problem with his thinking and thinking, and no matter how good his technology is, it will not work. , The two adults were there with sad faces, and Baochen Baohui was also ready to share the worries of his parents. Baohui said: "Is there a bad guy in dad's office? Brother, try to find a way to kill him!" Brother's position in Baohui's mind is really indestructible! Baochen was in a dilemma: "Martial arts are no longer popular nowadays..." Baohui thought of the process of his success in school, and suggested: "Dad should be asked to talk directly to their leaders. What the leaders say is more effective than anything else!" Baochen pondered: "This matter, We have to take it slow..." "Yes, we have to take it slow. Brother, you should focus on developing your campus power first. I know you are extremely smart and cold-blooded, but adults' business..." "Don't worry about adults' business! After you finish your homework, go to bed!" Dad started to chase people away. , Baoran lay on the bed and began to pick and choose in the distant and vague memories. Although Baohui was naive, he was right in saying that Section Chief Wang must be killed in a way, it was necessary. Of course, we are law-abiding citizens, so there is no need for the AK47. Just don't stand in front of dad. Is there any other way... I'm not a child, so I can take care of it a little bit, right? , Wait until November, when the room is too cold even wearing cotton-padded clothes, her mother asked Baoran: "Shall we go to kindergarten? There are people to play with you in the kindergarten, and there is heating. It is so comfortable! Baoran just needs to wait there for mother to take you home for dinner." Baoran said simply: "Okay!" The three men in the family looked at her at the same time. In the evening Baochen asked her: "Sister, when did you become so obedient?" ... How did you say this! Baoran immediately defended his reputation: "I have always been obedient!" Baochen climbed directly to the second floor to sleep. Baohui wrinkled his nose at Baoran: "Huh!"

Baoran smoothed his hair with his bare hands, but didn't complain much because the two people probably didn't have time to listen. Reading Artifact After Director Liao sat down, he simply said hello to Xiao Henan and his wife, and then began to whisper eagerly to Kerimujiang. Their voices were not deliberately lowered, and their speaking speed was not very fast, but Bao Ran thought they were obviously talking in secret, because in the simple hut with three or four tables and six or seven customers, except for Kerimujiang, all the faces were Han Chinese, and Director Liao spoke to him in extremely proficient Uighur. , Several other customers just looked at them casually when they first spoke, and then went back to their own ways. Those who often walk here can more or less speak two sentences in Uyghur, but most of them are just a few civilized or uncivilized greetings. The specific level can be compared to the age of two,... As well as Baoran now, the Uyghur Kazakhs doing business here can all speak quite fluent Chinese. Shicheng City is a corps city and the world is dominated by the Han people. It is natural to follow the mainstream media at all times. Baoran is not surprised at all that Director Liao can speak Uyghur as proficiently as the Chinese in the Crimea. He is a typical early frontier cadre, who should have really penetrated the masses, unlike most of the later leaders, who are really called leaders. They have a car when they go out, and a translator when they come in... Of course, his language talent is much worse than that of Kerimujiang, at least his Kazakh is not very good... Also based on Baoran's Uyghur level..., But according to the clues revealed by the Shandong uncle and the two drinking together on weekdays, Director Liao was very depressed for a while, and he was probably still with Kerimjiang's grandfather... It's no wonder. , Although I don't understand, I can see that Director Liao's expression is easy-going and his tone is casual, but Kerimujiang is getting more and more serious. There is still a smile on his lips that seems to never disappear, but his eyes and expression are clearly no longer the usual relaxed and playful look. While the two were talking, they seemed to sense something. Director Liao didn't move his head and glanced at Baoran. But I saw Bao Ran watching with interest, the steamy, boiling mutton soup cauldron behind the small glass partition where a layer of white water vapor had condensed. The fat girl on the back of the little Henan daughter-in-law is already fast asleep. The little head wearing a thin velvet hat with cat ears lies softly and solidly on the back of the mother's neck. The little mouth is slightly open. I wonder what kind of sweet dream she is having. A customer came to the partition with a soup bowl that was about to bottom out and said, "Madam boss, the mutton soup tastes so good. If you don't have enough, please give me more. We northerners shouldn't be so stingy." She blushed and agreed happily: "Okay, brother, after you eat well, come here often and bring the head of the house, brothers and friends over to fill you up." As he spoke, the spoon in his hand was scooped up and poured out very quickly, as if he thought it was not enough, so he quickly added another spoonful. , Baoran couldn't help but smile. The boss lady's smile was generous, her greeting was warm, her hands were very refreshing, and the half bowl of soup noodles that the customer brought back with a smile was very lively with green onions and coriander leaves... But Bao Ran could see clearly, not to mention diced meat, fungus, and yellow flowers underneath. I'm afraid I didn't bring even half of the fans in... Director Liao also smiled slightly and turned back to chat with Kerimujiang. After a while, the two of them fell silent at the same time, staring at the curl of water vapor and the door curtain that kept shaking when they came in with a few guests. They were lost in thought for a while. , Xiao Henan went over and muttered: "It's getting warmer today. It's really annoying that the door curtain can't be hung..." As he said, he rolled up the curtain into a strip and hung it on the big iron hook next to him. The cool air outside the door swept in, which invigorated the room full of people who were dizzy with the scent of hot air. Director Liao and Kerimujiang also woke up. They each looked at the bottomed bowl and looked at each other and smiled. Director Liao wiped his mouth, pressed his hands on the table, and looked at Baoran: "Where are you going, girl? Going shopping?" Baoran shook his head, she was not in the mood to go shopping alone without buying anything: "Go home." "It's great to go home." "I'll take you for a while." Director Liao stood up, greeted Xiao Henan and his wife, and tugged the velvet hat ears of the little chubby girl whose eyes were slightly open on the back of the landlady... Bao Ran noticed that he seemed to be particularly cautious around young children. "This means we have both children. You two are very courageous." Director Liao pretended to be serious. He pretended to be unsuccessful, so no one was frightened. Xiao Henan said with a playful smile: "Oh, the girl has already come out, who is willing to stuff it back again? Let's go home and say good things when the time comes. If it doesn't work, we'll pay the fine." His wife was immediately unwilling: "Why? We don't bother anyone, we don't eat or drink from them, so we have to give it to unrelated people after working so hard to earn two dollars? If we don't give it, we won't. Anyway, we are the ones who support it ourselves." Director Liao laughed out loud: "This awareness is very important"... There was no serious look on his face: "... If it really doesn't work, go to the group camp here to find someone to help you get a household. You will still go to school in the future... I won't do it next time." , ... It turns out that this can be avoided, but... Baoran thought that this summer's population census would be a good opportunity. Although it has not yet been proposed to directly register the extra-birth population into households, there are still many loopholes to exploit, and there are still many loopholes to exploit. Yes..., It seems that I can take advantage of this great opportunity... Bao Ran thought in his reverie, and followed Director Liao to bid farewell to the Xiao Henan couple who had thanked them so much for their kindness. He then said goodbye to Kerimujiang at the door. Before leaving, Director Liao knocked on his Bicycle handrail: "Krim, don't think so much. It has nothing to do with you. It's important to do your own thing and live your own life. Everyone has done what they should do. Where did all these messy things come from?" "Okay" Kerry Mujiang nodded heavily: "Then I will go back tomorrow." Director Liao nodded and waved to him, then turned around and told Baoran: "Girl, sit in front, uncle rides fast, it's too cold in the back." ... He didn't know who he kidnapped again. The bicycle came, and there was actually a small bench on the front bumper... Baoran climbed up on the pedals and sat down. Director Liao held her hands on the handlebars and turned her around. He kicked off and left. Kerimujiang watched behind him until he disappeared. , In fact, Director Liao does not ride very fast, and people of his age rarely ride fast. Unlike Baohui Erhu and the others, they just don't care when they go out, and they are as fast as a racing car. Bao Ran An An was holding on to the handle in front of him, his eyes unconsciously scanning the green trees and shrubs on the roadside. Director Liao asked unexpectedly: "Baoran, your boy Hongbin from the Zhou family, have you heard from me?" "Hey, I have received two or three letters, saying that you are doing well in school." "Oh" the person behind him fell silent, and after a while he asked again: "Hasn't Baoran been to Shanghai too? Do you remember what it was like?" Baoran thought for a while, what does this comrade want to hear? What can a four-year-old remember? After thinking for a while, he answered: "The house is small, the building is very high, there are many cars, and... There are many shops." "Oh" and after a while, "... Does Baoran still want to go?" Baoran shook his head without thinking, "What am I going to do there? I still have to go to school, and my home is not there." "What if your father goes back too?" Director Liao continued to ask. , Huh? Baoran turned around, but did not meet Director Liao's eyes. He was squinting his eyes slightly, looking at the two residential buildings being built by some unit in the distance. In the past two years, mainly on both sides of the avenue, buildings have been built one after another. They are gradually being renovated. They are no longer on the sticky asphalt road under the summer sun. Looking to both sides, in the forest belt, most of them have neat facades. The brand-new buildings are quite good. "... It's great that we have everything here, but we can't live in peace, no matter how noisy it is, we can just walk away..." Director Liao didn't look at him at all, but still looked into the distance and muttered. ... This person has been talking to himself about his feelings... "... In three or four years, Bao Ran will be taking the exam, right? Your brothers have already gone out by then, and Bao Chen is definitely out of the question. I heard that Dahu is doing a good job, so there is no need to count on it. This group of people has never come back..." ... Is he very worried about the evacuated comrades? It seems that what I just said about applying for a household registration for my daughter in Xiao Henan is not necessarily casual. Maybe I want to seize every opportunity to reserve the population and strengthen the new force. "In four or five years, your father should retire, right? The children have all gone out, and they will naturally come to find you then..." The man continued to read. "It's too early for my dad to retire," Bao Ran corrected. Don't think so, it makes my dad too old. As a leader, he still has more than ten years before retirement "Huh?... Oh" Director Liao then looked away and looked at Baoran, "Yes, the uncle was wrong. Baoran's father is still young, unlike the uncle. I don't know how many more years he can work... ... There are not many people to take over. If something happens in the future, it will be really worrying..." , ... So many emotions today... Baoran thought that he must have guessed right. The two people who were whispering just now were discussing the matter in southern Xinjiang at the beginning of the month, right? The only thing that can touch Director Liao's sour and sad feelings is that, apart from someone leaving, someone is causing trouble. I originally thought that since Baren Township was so far away from here, and the official news at the moment was so cautious, they should have nothing to do. After all, it was under the supervision of the Third Agricultural Division. Now it seemed that the information from the colleagues was the best-informed and most sensitive. If Director Liao's personal visit to the May 19th Movement last year was a preview, then this year's April Rebellion will be the official beginning of what will become more and more intense in the next ten years. Eastern Europe has undergone drastic changes, Lithuania has become independent, and many people are beginning to feel itchy again. Ethnicity, religion, living habits, cultural differences, economic gaps, historical legacy... There are too many things to make a fuss about in this land, and there are too many countries and forces eyeing it. At the same time, it is facing more and more burdens after social changes, contempt from the wealthy areas in the southeast, the loss of children of the Corps, and even worse, the existence of the Corps. In the questioning and denial of necessity... Therefore Director Liao, who has always disdained the affection between children, sighed gorgeously... However, people like Director Liao are really not suitable to do this kind of thing. The expression of looking forward and looking back, weeping and remembering the present, feels very strange. Whether he is banging the table and swearing, kicking someone, or simply smiling with a smile on his face as a scheming person who blatantly picks up a gun and kills someone... It should be much more appropriate than this. So Baoran said: "You are also very young, right? Brother Kerimujiang saw that you behaved well and ran around all day long... Anyway, you don't look like you are going to retire." "Oh?" Director Liao smiled: "Those who want to retire still have to What do you want to look like?" "Yeah" Baoran nodded: "Grandpa Liu in my dad's office is retiring. He sits there with a big tea cup all day long, reading a newspaper for three hours, and he can count the punctuation marks clearly..." … ... You'd better return to the mortal world as soon as possible. Baoran herself often pretends to be serious, so she doesn't want to see anyone being serious in front of her... , Director Liao laughed out loud, and as expected, he no longer squinted his eyes and thought about himself: "That's okay. He wants to retire and don't care about anything. What else can he do besides reading newspapers? ... Where is your father? He hasn't seen you twice since the Chinese New Year. When he comes to your house, a bunch of monkeys are making trouble... What is he doing? " ... Are you such a rude person? Baoran turned around and concentrated on holding the handle of the car. Director Liao hit her from behind and tugged on her collar: "Little girl, please don't get angry with me. Is your father very busy? What seems to be going on in the factory?" ... You asked knowingly But when asked by an elder, don't bully..., So Baoran still told the truth: "voting, election, competition, and contracting" "Oh?" Director Liao acted as if he had heard of it for the first time: "Xiao Baoran also knows about such a serious matter, it is very powerful... Then do you know what your father has done? I don't know now." ... ... Not as powerful as you, all you have to do is to induce a confession, knowing the law and breaking the law... , The spring breeze of reform has been blowing all over the land of China, but it was only this year that it passed through the layers of barriers of the Corps and reached the machinery factory. The production tasks were very busy, wages were barely in arrears, and the Shicheng Machinery Factory, which was always losing money on its books, finally began to tentatively solicit public opinion and prepare to reform contracting.

Is there anyone like me who has been waiting since 2012? All the previous comments are gone, hey!

I have been waiting, I hope you are safe.

I have been chasing it for 12 years now, hoping that Xuexia can come back one day to clean up the hole and fill it up. Although this article is not finished, it does not affect my love for it. It is a representative work of rebirth articles. I hope Xue Xia will be healthy and happy! Come back and fill in the holes. 😊😊😊

I've been waiting for more than ten years, is there anyone left? 😢

After the break, I will check to see if there is any update. The place where Baoran was born and grew up in the author's novel is my hometown, and what her parents experienced is also the experience of my parents. The places she lived and passed through in that era have changed. But when I read the descriptions in the book, I felt so kind, as if Baoran's family lived next door to my house when I was a child. May Xuexia be healthy and safe!

I saw this book in another book review, so I looked it up I was curious about what book it was that I could not forget so much? The update stopped 10 years ago. It has been a full 10 years, but the book friend circle is still watery: I hope to know the current situation and hope that he is safe. The tone of the leave requests at the beginning of the article is plain and simple, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that headaches are not a joke, and you will understand why readers will care about them. I didn't read the text, and I was worried that I would be poisoned and fall into a pit and not be able to climb out. The sentence in "The God of Cookery" back then: What if I can't eat such delicious egg fried rice in the future? And it became: What should I do if there is no follow-up to such a beautiful novel? I have been reading novels for more than 20 years. I read them for fun and did not remember many of the names of the novels or the plots in them. Those who used to browse online or browse other websites for free are now switching to apps. I have forgotten how many of my favorite novels have no sequels, and I have also forgotten which authors have left this world. Every departure is a farewell, but in my heart I don't want these things to happen. Who can say what will happen next? Does anyone know the editor of this book? Asking privately, what happened to Xuexia? Because when signing a contract, a contract will be sent (electronic version) with contact information on it. I also saw someone in the book club asking about Xinjiang, but there was no follow-up article. I used to think that Xinjiang was very small, but it wasn't until I read that long picture album-like popular science book that I realized that it is so big that the solar energy doesn't go down the mountain until after ten o'clock in the evening. It's really hard to find someone alone. I won't read the book. I will put it on the bookshelf and wait for the snow to return one day🌹

Although the author has not returned for many years, I still want to give my monthly and recommended votes to this work 🌹 Thank you for letting me understand different local customs in your work. Although the work is not finished, it is still the best one in my heart. May the author be safe and healthy

It's been 12 years. Is the author okay? It doesn't matter whether it's finished or not. I've already imagined countless endings in my mind. It's perfect. The sudden break is just an endless worry about Xue Xia. I hope everyone is safe.

It's been 12 years, and I remember someone commented that it was comparable to the ordinary world. I personally think it is better than that, because it is rebirth, but it actually corresponds to reality and is more realistic. It is beautiful without going into details. Although it is not officially completed, it is actually completed. But I just want to hang around here and think that the things or people I like can stay the same forever. How selfish, right?

I come here from time to time to have a look. When I went to Xinjiang two years ago, I also asked the local tour guide about Xuexia, but unfortunately there was no result. Anyway, I hope Xuexia is safe and happy 🌹🌹🌹

Whenever I feel down, I read it again. There are really not many online articles that can touch people's hearts...

Are there any others waiting? I have changed several starting accounts 😭

Another year has passed. Eight years has been a long time. Is the author well?

Come on, I have been waiting for more than ten years, and I need to let people know that there are still people waiting.

Still looking forward to the update on January 1, 2022.

{"TopicId":"803665280248184832","TopicName":"Internet Writing Hole Filling Festival Wishing Season"}It's been ten years, come back and fill the hole soon