Like a typhoon setting off waves on the ocean, the blizzard in the wasteland is thrilling. The first thing one could hear was its terrible breath, coming from the dark distances of the wasteland. It wasn't a roar, it was a shrill whistling, similar to the screams of a mad woman. In the bleak moonlight, the high walls of snow like the tide rushed from the wasteland and crushed them. Like a pair of invisible giant hands, the wind violently lifted the thick snow from the wasteland, rolled it into powder, and scattered it into the air. It is as if there are thousands of brooms, waving wildly between heaven and earth. The trees on the ground, before the storm approached, were bent as far as they could. Those who were unwilling to compromise were broken by the invisible giant hand of the blizzard. The blizzard mercilessly mocks the worship of Mother Earth, and the earth, under the obscenity of the blizzard, has become so obedient and cowardly......

More than 800 young intellectuals were shocked by the sudden snowstorm. Many people hurried out from the company, not dressed warmly. Along the way, it was almost freezing. And now, the invisible tentacles of the blizzard only passed over them, taking away the last shb of heat from their bodies. Half of the torches were extinguished at once.

The crowd rioted.

"Don't let the torches go out!"

"Throw the torches that haven't been extinguished together!"

"Ignition of the pyre!"

......

A few gritty voices with a lot of appeal shouted.

Torches, one, two, three...... They all came together.

Bonfires, one, two, three...... It was burning.

Someone brought a bucket of diesel fuel out of nowhere and poured it on the fire. The flame of light rose and leaped, struggling "dying" in the blizzard.

The crowd dispersed around a dozen campfires.

There was a cracking sound, and a big tree "plopped" and fell. Another tree, another ...... Someone saws poplars on both sides of Tuanbu Avenue - maybe they planted them with their own hands.

Chopping sounds. Bang...... Bang...... Bang...... Listen to the sound, not like a sharp axe, but like a sledgehammer. Maybe not a sledgehammer at all, but some other iron tool. Branches and branches were dragged towards the fire.

The bonfire was blazing. When the little bricklayer saw that everyone was gathered around the fire, and one by one they were still shivering with cold, and suddenly said, "Let's dance!" "Dance? How can there be such leisure!" "Let's dance! You can dance any kind of dance, for example, 'Zhongzi Dance'......" The little bricklayer danced the "Zhongzi Dance" by the fire, and danced extremely seriously, as if he was "offering his loyalty" on the stage.

Perhaps it was because he was bewitched, or perhaps because they couldn't resist the cold, everyone danced with the little bricklayer one after another. At first, it was a 'loyal dance', but then it was a dance that I couldn't talk about at all.

The people gathered around the other fires also jumped up. All the people around the fire, jumped. On this snowstorm night, between the bitter cold and the ring cracks of the bonfire, more than 800 frozen bodies beat strangely. The headquarters of the Production and Construction Corps is shrouded in a barbaric, primitive and mysterious atmosphere of medieval African indigenous tribes. "Fuck, these delegates, why haven't you come up with a result yet?" someone began to curse.

"We must give them some time for a major matter that has a bearing on the fate of more than 800 young intellectuals!" Don't stop...... the little bricklayer is like a fireman, and whoever has just burst into a little anger will immediately say a word to calm things down.

Syllable...... Boom! is the crunch sound of glass breaking. Then, there was the sound of the wooden frames of doors and windows being slashed. "Listen!" the little bricklayer stopped "dancing." Everyone stood still. There was another crunch of glass shattering. "Someone was smashing the door and window frames of the cafeteria. A male intellectuals said judgmentally. "To burn in the fire!" said one young woman, "and that is too much!"

"Let's take a look!" the little bricklayer ran towards the cafeteria.

"When is this, nosy!" muttered a young man, but he was the first to follow the little bricklayer and run towards the cafeteria. "Don't suffer a loss!" "After all, it's a company, and some people are worried. "All the men go, the women stay, continue to dance!" So the male intellectuals of the engineering company left the fire and ran towards the canteen.

The door to the cafeteria was pried open. Educated youths rummaging through the cafeteria for food. Someone lifted the steamer and shouted, "Bun!" Everyone gathered around at the same time. Dozens of hands snatched in the dark. "Raw!" "Phew!......" "Ignite the fire!Steamed it!" "Don't bother with that, carry the steamer to the fire and eat the baked buns!" "Good idea, lift!" Several people carried the steamer out of the cafeteria. "Do you want pickles?" "Anything you can eat, you want it!" So someone picked up the pickle jar and walked out, but tripped over the threshold, and the jar fell to the ground and shattered, and the pickle lumps rolled to the ground. Later, a few people didn't find anything to eat, and scolded fiercely: "This group of selfish robbers has swept everything away." "Hey, there's still noodles in the dough jar!" "It's good to have noodles, bake sourdough on the fire and eat it!" They took the dough away in their pockets.

The little bricklayer ran to the cafeteria, and sure enough, he saw several people smashing the doors and windows of the cafeteria. The little bricklayer ran up to them and shouted, "Stop!" One of them, tall and burly, like a half-black tower, glanced at the little bricklayer with disdain, raised his great axe in his hand, and continued to chop the window frame. "You are sabotage! bandits!" the little bricklayer pounced. With a punch, the opponent knocked him back a few steps and sat on the snow. The little bricklayer jumped up and scolded, "Your mother's! This canteen was built brick by brick by our project, and Lao Tzu will not allow you to destroy it today!" He was enraged, and threw himself at the other party without fear.

He received another hard punch in the chest and fell again. "This kid can't find himself at ease, beat him!" they surrounded him. The male intellectuals of the engineering company arrived, and when they saw that the little bricklayer had really suffered a loss, they started to do it one after another.

Just as the fight was inseparable, the old political commissar Sun Guotai came here and stopped them. Although the two groups of intellectual youths are no longer fighting, they are eyeing each other. The old commissar leaned sideways between them and asked sharply, "What's the matter?" The little bricklayer pointed to the window of the canteen and said fiercely, "You ask them." The old commissar found the smashed doors and windows, and immediately understood in his heart, and asked the saboteurs: "Which company are you?" "We, we ......" The fierce and burly one headed by "We, we " turned around and wanted to run. The rest of the few wanted to follow along. "Stop!" the old commissar snorted. They all stood still obediently. "Say! The voice was so low that it could barely be heard. The old commissar picked up a piece of smashed window frame wood from the ground, stared at the saboteur at the leader, and asked, "Do you want to throw it into the fire?" "Isn't this what your timber processing factory did?" "Is it ......" "Destroy the fruits of your labor with your own hands? If you want to leave the Great Northern Wilderness, you won't leave anything worthy of the nostalgia of the people of the Great Northern Wilderness?" "......" "I have the right to arrest you one by one as saboteurs...... But I don't want to. Take it, burn it, burn the fruits of your own labor! When it burns, think about your deeds......" "......, take it, burn it!" Don't let me see your shameful ones again tonight, get out!" One by one, they turned silently and walked away. "Stop!" they stopped.

"Take it away!"

They looked at each other hesitantly, and finally one of them carried the smashed window shelf. They walked away and disappeared into the night.

The old political commissar withdrew his gaze from the group of intellectual youths beside him, and asked, "Which company are you from?" The little bricklayer replied, "We are from the engineering company." The old commissar let out an "oh" and asked, "What's your name?" and "I...... "Little bricklayer, I know you, I didn't think we'd meet one day...... "Little bricklayer," he held out a hand....... The little bricklayer hesitated for a moment, and then took the old commissar's big hand, and he felt the strength and thick callus of that hand. "Let me say a common saying, there will be a meeting later!" the old commissar smiled bitterly, let go of the little bricklayer's hand, nodded to the others, and said, "Thank you!" strode away.

The blizzard swept through the regimental area with even more violent, and several bonfires were extinguished at once. The people threatened by the cold immediately dispersed and gathered around the still burning fire. They were like a flock, close to each other. It is not so much that the presence of the fire does not cause them to freeze, but that they use their bodies to form a wall to protect the fire from being extinguished by a blizzard. And the blizzard was so arrogant! It screamed, trying to sweep more than 800 young intellectuals from the earth and lift them into the air.

The walls of the people gathered around the campfire gradually shrank and shrunk.

The innermost people shouted, "Stop squeezing!

"My clothes are burning! Let me squeeze out! Let me squeeze out!"

The outermost person, but **, curled up, squatted down, and fell down.

Another bonfire went out, causing a riot of fear.

"Someone passed out!"

"Quick! Carry yourself to the fire!"

It was a female intellectual.

"She's frozen!

So someone picked her up and ran towards a nearby house.

The sound of slamming doors, dogs barking, shouting......

After he and the old company commander were transferred to the regiment headquarters, Cao Tieqiang and Zheng Yaru were appointed as company commanders and instructors of the engineering company. His family lived in the last row of cadres' dormitories on the hillside.

He didn't sleep, he stood in front of the window of his home, smoking cigarette after cigarette. Roll one, take a few puffs, throw it on the ground, step on it, and roll another one. He stared intently at the glow of the piles of bonfires outside.

His wife didn't sleep either, sitting on the edge of the kang and accompanying him. "You, sleep!" he said, not turning to the woman. The woman choked on the smoke and coughed, "I see, you...... Let's find a place to hide tonight!" the military chief did not move. "If you don't listen to me, if there is a three-long and two-short, and call me and the children ......," the woman sobbed. "Don't come here!" the Chief yelled impatiently, but did not turn around. The woman stopped sobbing. She took off the chief's pistol from the wall, walked to the chief's side, and gently pushed the chief: "Otherwise, you have this ...... on you" The chief glanced at the woman, and saw that she handed him a gun, and immediately became angry, and pushed the woman away with one palm: "You told me to use a gun to deal with the young intellectual?!" "You...... When they come to you, you can scare and scare them......" "Nonsense! You hang a gun on the wall for me!" "Didn't the intellectual youth in other regiments cut off the ears of a military chief?" "Rumors!" "You told me about it yourself!" The woman was also angry. "I ...... I...... I'll beat you!" the chief shook his fist fiercely at the woman. "You, you fight, shoot you, shoot me, shoot me......" The woman cried aggrievedly, leaned over to the chief, and stuffed the pistol into the chief's arms. The chief of the unit had to catch the gun. "You shoot! You shoot me first! Don't let me see with my own eyes that you call the young intellectuals......" The woman's voice grew louder and louder. The chief slapped the woman. The woman burst into tears. The child on the kang was awakened, and also shouted "Daddy" and "Mommy" and cried. Just then, the door opened. Mike Liu stepped into the house first, followed by two intellectuals, all of whom carried rifles on their shoulders.

They showed up so suddenly! And they didn't even knock on the door.

The woman immediately stopped crying, dragged the child from the kang, hugged it tightly in her arms, and looked at the three uninvited guests with a look of horror. The chief of the unit was also stunned for a moment, then calmed down, hung the gun on the wall as if nothing had happened, and then sat down calmly and uprightly on a chair. "Chief, I'm sorry, we didn't knock on the door and ......," Mike Liu opened his mouth to apologize. The head of the unit looked at him and asked, "What's the matter?" "Please go and open the filing cabinet immediately and go through the formalities for the intellectual youth to return to the city." "You invited me?" "No, it's the commissar." "Commissar, why didn't he come personally?" "This ...... I have an order written to you by the commissar himself. Mike Liu took out a folded note from his pocket and handed it to the chief. The Chief of Unit took the note, glanced at it, and slowly stood up from his chair. As soon as he stood up, he sat down again and asked, "Did you get this note from the political commissar by using a gun?" Liu Mike quickly explained: "Unit chief, the gun, the political commissar agreed to issue it to more than a dozen of us. Tonight was a special situation, and a dozen of us formed a picket squad. The head shook his head: "Mike Liu, I don't believe you." Liu Mike was anxious: "Chief, you ...... If you don't go with us, we're going to ......?" the chief widened his eyes, "Are you going to force me to go with you at gunpoint?" The radio horn suddenly sounded. "Attention of all the staff members of the regiment, I am Sun Guotai, political commissar, and I am now speaking on behalf of the party committee, and I order you to bring the young intellectuals to your households. The canteen, the auditorium, the guest house, all the offices, have to accommodate them tonight. At the same time, I order you to immediately assume your respective responsibilities and make all kinds of preparations for the return of educated youths to the city at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. Attention of all the staff of the regiment, I am Sun Guotai, political commissar, and I am now representing the party committee ......"

The head of the unit listened attentively to every word of the political commissar, and from the voice of the political commissar, there was no subservient tone that was against his will or coerced, and he secretly sighed. "Shall we go?" The chief got up from his chair for the second time, put on his coat, thought for a moment, took off his pistol from the wall, and said to Mike Liu, "I am also one of your dozen people." The chief followed Mike Liu and them out of the door, and the woman of the chief followed them out with the child in her arms, watching them uneasily.

The four of them hurried from the dormitory to the office area. Mike Liu walked at the end, and the three of them were more than a dozen steps away. His left leg began to ache. The injuries he suffered when he fell from the trailer were not light, he shed a lot of blood, the cotton pants and the wound were stuck together with blood, and every step he tore at the wound, and he took a breath of cold air.

He suddenly thought of Xiumei, she must not have slept yet, waiting for him, going back from the regiment headquarters. also thought of his unborn child, others said that she was pregnant with a boy, and he also hoped to be a boy. The boy seems to be more worthy of the words "Great Northern Wilderness". He, an urban intellectual youth, is going to take root in the land of the Great Northern Wilderness, and add a small Great Northern Wilderness person to the Great Northern Wilderness, which is not an ordinary thing. He thinks so, regardless of what others think about it. Everyone else is gone, and he's going to stay. All his relatives and friends in the city would feel sorry for him and even scold him. Anyway, he can't abandon his wife and children in the Great Northern Wilderness and go back to the city alone. He Liu Mike was not born like this kind of person, and he couldn't do such a thing.

What's more, she is so good to him, and the two of them have not blushed once after marriage! He can't imagine that without her, life can still be happy. He is nostalgic for the Great Northern Wilderness, he worships the Great Northern Wilderness, worships its desolation and vastness, worships its severity and roughness, worships its simplicity in spring, the splendor of summer, the benefits of autumn, and the spirit of winter. And she is like the embodiment of the entire Great Northern Wilderness, when he hugs her and kisses her, he will be in awe in his heart and worship her. She is not pretty, but she is strong, full of youth, full of vitality, full of love for him and for life. She is so gentle, so considerate, so able to endure hardships, and able to work......

He, the son of a miner, was able to find such a wife, what else could he not be happy about?

And more importantly, when he was at his loneliest, when he was considered by many as a "public enemy", she was the first to approach him. She, with the simple and empathetic heart of the girl in the Great Northern Wilderness, melted his hostility towards everyone in the engineering company. She redesigned him. She washed away all kinds of bad qualities in his personality like washing his face, so that he learned how to respect himself and others, so that he gained people's trust......

It's not just love, it's kindness!

How can such a wife be abandoned, and how can she be willing to be abandoned?

While...... While...... While......

In the direction of the material warehouse, a hurried bell suddenly sounded.

Mike looked up and saw a puff of smoke and flames rising from the warehouse. The three chiefs of the unit had already taken a big stride and ran there. He ran a few steps after them, and the wound in his left leg ached so hard that he couldn't help but stop. He knelt down on his right leg and pressed his hands tightly on his left knee, trying to relieve the pain a little. The lining of the cotton pants and the wound that had been crusted by the blood scab were ripped open, and he felt the blood gush out again, running down his calf.

"!" he gritted his teeth and stood up. Suddenly, he noticed a light in a house that flickered through the dark window, clearly the light of a flashlight. The house was the regimental bank, and he became alert. He forgot about the pain and walked towards the bank. I walked to the door and pushed it slightly, but it was hidden and silently pushed open. He stepped into the room and shouted, "Who's here?" and he struck a hard blow to the head! But he didn't fall down immediately, his body shook and leaned against the wall. At the same time, one of his hands subconsciously grabbed the rifle belt. Before he could remove the rifle from his shoulder, the cold light of the dagger flickered before his eyes and pierced him in the chest. Then, it stabbed him in the abdomen.

He slowly slipped against the wall and fell.

However, consciousness did not disappear from his mind, and he knew very well in his heart that something had happened to him. He saw a figure leap over him and burst out of the door. He leaned on the wall with his hands and got up from his knees. With a gun in his hand, he struggled to his feet. One, two, three, he walked out the door with difficulty. Under the moonlight, on the silvery snow, a figure ran back to the mountain in a panic, carrying a large handbag.

"Damn, I can't run away from you!" he leaned against the door frame and raised his rifle. The rifle became heavy, and the arm trembled and could not be taken aim. He regretfully put down his rifle, and the hand that held it wiped it on his clothes, and rubbed it into a warm, slimy thing. He knew it was his own blood.

Blood, his own blood, made him angry. Anger gave him a sudden strength. He raised his rifle a second time, and his arm was no longer shaking. The figure was firmly bitten by the rifle's crosshairs. He snapped the trigger with confidence. Bang! The gunshot was crisp. The guy fell over and his handbag fell on the snow. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He aimed at the back of his head. "...... I'll send you away......" he muttered, leaning on his rifle like an old man on crutches, and struggling with every step towards the fellow who had fallen on the snow.

Approaching the slain, the first thing he saw was a pair of eyes, a pair of wide-ranging eyes, the gaze was frozen, but all of them captured the last desire of a soul—greed. The moonlight reflected in these eyes, causing them to glow with a cold glow. Then he saw a face about his own age, grinning, as if he was about to cry out something before he died.

Cotton hats with cashmere shearling, yellow cotton jackets that have been dismantled and washed, and brand-new big-toed shoes......

He couldn't help but take a step back.

He killed an intellectual youth.

The rifle in his hand was lost in the snow.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned to look for his handbag. The handbag was only a few steps away from him, but he couldn't walk anymore. He threw himself on the snow and crawled over inch by inch, arms outstretched, clutching his handbag tightly. He had heard people say that what you hold on to before you die, you won't let go after you die.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on...... I'm going to hold my ...... tightly" gave one last order to his life, and his head, suddenly, hung down on his handbag......