"Get up, get up quickly......"

A woman's urging, louder and louder in the buzzing noise. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 At the same time, there is a hand pushing him, which is arrogant and unreasonable, lacking the minimum respect for people.

Hong Yanwu frowned, closed his eyes and pushed away the hand that was pulling his shoulder.

"Say you, don't sleep, get up!"

The impatient voice became more agitated, and then a hard object stabbed him roughly in the waist.

What's that?

Hong Yanwu suddenly opened his eyes.

A pair of angry eyes were condescending, staring at him fiercely.

Hong Yanwu was completely unprepared and jumped up from his seat. He was like a lively carp flicking its tail and turning over, and stood firmly on the ground with a "quack".

The person who stared at him seemed to be even more unexpected, as if he was frightened, "stabbed" and took a few steps back.

"Yo, the jump is quite high. You think you're a grasshopper (local language, fingertip grasshopper. The scientific name is the Chinese swordhorned locust, and the wings croaking get the name)?"

The words are hurtful words, but the accent sounds really kind, and Hong Yanwu has not heard the standard "Beijing film" for a long time.

He really couldn't figure out what was going on, and squinted his eyes to see clearly.

In front of him was a woman in her thirties and forties, holding a dun cloth upside down, and using the dun cloth stick as a weapon at him, he was probably stabbed by this thing just now.

Before he could figure it out, the girl spoke again, as if she had captured a spy.

"Hands up. ”

Hong Yanwu hurriedly raised his hand like a prisoner, looking confused.

The women continued to count, not at all polite. "Why do you sleep here? If you don't get up yet, you will pretend to be a big clove of garlic. ”

Hong Yanwu still didn't respond, because he was already attracted by the woman's blue huada uniform. He stared at the woman with a large-brimmed hat on her head, and the cockade turned out to be a red five-pointed star with a road emblem in the middle.

What year is this railway uniform?

Hong Yanwu began to look around again with doubts.

The greenhouse-like room was dimly lit, and several old-fashioned ceiling fans on the roof were covered in dust. In the middle of the room is a row of square cement columns, surrounded by green paint brushes underneath the columns and the four walls. There were also many people dressed as peasants with luggage beside them. Most of these people are sitting on them, smoking low-quality paper cigarettes, or looking around, or talking. In addition, there are more people carrying luggage and bags everywhere, hurrying and shuttling back and forth.

This theater is also realistic, but it is not an ordinary nostalgic drama.

Hong Yanwu took a closer look, and even the seat he had just been lying on was old-fashioned wood, and the mottled paint was almost gone. And the clothes of the extras around are all patches and patches, absolutely seamless.

What about making blockbuster films? How did the Chinese people's film level improve all of a sudden? And they have also embarked on the realist school?

Can...... Why is the air so foul? There is a buzzing noise everywhere?...... No, where is this? This studio is also bigger...... Don't...... But I do...... Car accident...... How is this ......

Hong Yanwu already sensed that something was wrong. Because in his impression, he is dead. But if he is dead, why can he still feel himself breathing? or even the smells, the temperature, the sounds, the images around him?

While brushing the chaotic thoughts in his head, he subconsciously touched his face. But immediately, as if he had been bitten by something, he quickly opened his palm.

This is not a pair of hands that a billionaire should have, and the palms are not only coarse but also have a thick layer of calluses, which means that he must have been engaged in very heavy manual labor recently.

Hong Yanwu first straightened his eyes, and then as if he was stimulated, he anxiously touched around the parts on his body.

It's okay, it's all there. And this body ...... Energetic. It's full of energy.

It's the same all around, the air is still there, the temperature is still there, and the time is still flowing.

I'm not dead? I'm not dead!

Hong Yanwu almost jumped up with joy. But just as he was ecstatic about life, the surging feelings were suddenly interrupted by the fierce eyes in front of him. Because there was not only anger in those eyes, but resentment that wanted to peel him off and tear him apart.

"What are you doing, what's wrong with being sick?" the woman in the railway uniform gritted her teeth, looking really angry.

In shock, Hong Yanwu felt weak for a while, "I, what's wrong?"

"I just asked you something, you ignore me and I'm looking around, pretending to be stupid and learning to have convulsions. ”

"I ...... I, I, I, I, I ......" Hong Yanwu mixed garlic with a mouthful of skin, staring at him stupidly like a goose, and he would only be a strong "me".

"Disgusting or not? A big man twists his ass and touches himself? Are you a monkey or a hooligan......"

The woman was finished as soon as she counted it, but when she was halfway through the scolding, she suddenly stopped. For some reason, there was some panic on her face. It wasn't until she looked Hong Yanwu up and down several times that she blurted out again. "You're not crazy, are you?"

As soon as Hong Yanwu heard this, his body instantly stiffened. But it's no wonder that his posture just now was too ambiguous, and he kept touching his whole body like a resentful woman who lacked love.

He wiped the sweat from his head and denied it.

Ruling out the possibility of a mentally ill person, the woman's face softened slightly, and then her face changed again as if she were flipping through a book, and asked impatiently, "Do you have a ticket?" ”

Hong Yanwu was reluctantly digging into his pocket while secretly observing the surrounding environment.

…… Well, it's like a train station waiting room. This in front of her should be a staff member. That's right, she was a watchman at the train station.

In a moment, he had rummaged through all his pockets, and pulled out a large pile of messes, an entire grocery store.

He held everything in the palm of his hand, steel bunch, banknotes, food stamps, half a box of matches, two cigarette farts without filters, an old key, and two pieces of paper folded together. Fortunately, the ticket stub was finally found.

The attendant glanced at the ticket stub, then snatched the two folded pieces of paper in his hand, glanced at them twice, and returned them to him as if he were half-throwing and half-dragging. The only change was that her face was stretched longer, and it was almost a donkey's face.

"Hmph, I saw that you weren't a good thing. It turned out that it was really Chadian back. ”

Tea Lake?

Hong Yanwu listened and chuckled in his heart. The only time he was subjected to forced labor re-education was at Qinghe Farm in Chadian. Can...... But how many years ago was that?

"You can't sleep here. Malier's, hurry up and let me go. ”

The loud voice of the attendant attracted many passengers to probe their brains here, and many people began to come over with fresh faces.

Hong Yanwu still didn't react, he just wanted to take a good look at the ticket stub now.

But the attendant got tired of it and didn't give him this effort at all. She ignored the urging of kicking a round roll of cover next to her seat. "Take your luggage...... Hurry up!"

Hong Yanwu really didn't have an impression of this cover, but he couldn't stand the attendant from pushing him like a chicken, so he had to hesitate to pick it up.

The attendant thought he was slow, so he pulled him out, but just dragged his clothes and walked for a while, but suddenly stopped again.

She sniffed her nose for a while, and couldn't help but ask. "Why do you stink so much?"

Without allowing Hong Yanwu to answer, the attendant looked at him again, and immediately made another major discovery. She immediately spread her hand as if she had touched something dirty, and jumped to her feet. "Oh my God, look at the soles of your shoes......"

Hong Yanwu just wanted to bow his head, but the attendant immediately raised the cloth in his hand and pushed him outside the greenhouse like sweeping garbage. At the same time, she screamed as if she had been kissed by a pig, "What do I say so much? I stepped on you! Get me out! My land is all white!"

The surrounding crowd let out scattered laughter, and Hong Yanwu was dizzy, so he was scolded by the attendant and rushed outside.

"Hurry up, don't waste it here. If I see you again, I can call the police. ”

The attendant was dressed in a blue-painted uniform, and looked very authoritative in the patched environment around him. She gave Hong Yanwu the most severe warning with disdain on her face, until she turned out a big eyeball as a farewell gift, then she snorted coldly, turned over and lifted the cotton curtain at the door of the greenhouse and went back.

At the door of the greenhouse, many people who were about to come in stopped when they saw this scene, and these people who were watching the excitement whispered one after another.

"This kid isn't a thief, is he......"

"If I had been caught, I would have released him, but I had to be careful, there were a lot of thieves here......"

"This was just blasted out by the attendant, I guess it's a labor prisoner, right?"

"It's almost inseparable, you look at the beating nature of the mourning eyebrows, this kid must not be a good bird......"

The buzzing sound was chaotic, and people kept coming to join in the fun.

Hong Yanwu didn't care about other people's gossip at all, and hurriedly looked at the ticket stub returned to him by the attendant.

A very narrow piece of cardboard with a notch on the side, which is the mark of the exit ticket check-in. Such tickets were used at least decades ago and had all but faded into his memory.

The ticket is shaded in red and stamped with the word "Tsuke" in red. The face of the ticket clearly says that Chadian passes through / to Yongdingmen Railway Station / hard seat ordinary car / full price 3. 20 yuan/. Next to the price figure, there is also the word "half" and the word "child". There is a cross in the middle of the two words, indicating that it is neither a half-price ticket nor a children's ticket. At the bottom of the ticket is the words "Valid for two days on the designated car".

Turn the ticket over again, and the departure date and train number are clearly printed on the back: 4420 / March 21, 1977.

In 1977?

I'll go!

Hong Yanwu's eyes widened, and he didn't know that something in his head hit him violently, his eyes were a little sparkling, and his feet were weak. With trembling hands, he hurriedly opened the two pieces of paper in his hand.

The first is a thin, translucent letter with a leave certificate written in blue pen ink.

The content is: This person has left the detention center after the completion of the re-education through labor period, and is now an employee of our Qinghe Farm, and is specially granted a family visit leave of 15 days (March 21, 1977 to April 4, 1977), and is allowed to return to Beijing, which is hereby certified. Below is the farm manager's signature and red official seal.

On the second piece of paper is an official lead-printed document, with shocking black letters printed on the top: Certificate of Discharge from Re-education Through Labor.

Let's take a closer look at the following: Xie Zi No. 166 / There is a re-education through labor activist Hong Yanwu, male, 17 years old, issued on February 28, 1976, was taken into custody for re-education through labor for fighting. Discharge from re-education through labour is granted for good behaviour during the period of re-education through labour and for major meritorious service, hereby certified/Date: March 20, 1977. The date is still stamped with the big red seal of Qinghe Labor Reform Farm.

Hong Yanwu clearly felt the weight of the seal, as if it was slammed on his heart, and gave him a heavy blow. His whole body seemed to be overpowered, his limbs and brains were numb, and all the sounds around him disappeared at once.

No wonder the watchman had that face......

In the eyes of the people of the capital, the territory of Chadian is synonymous with hooligans and bad people, because it was historically the penal colony of criminals, and anyone who has been in the detention center and prison knows it. And those forced laborers who are sent to Chadian for causing trouble, petty theft, or fighting are often habitually called "labor prisoners".

However, in reality, forced re-education through labor is not a criminal punishment, but can only be regarded as an administrative punishment. However, because most people cannot distinguish the difference between prisoners and RTL, they simply equate RTL with prisoners. Therefore, although RTL prisoners cannot be regarded as prisoners, in fact they have always been treated like prisoners, and they are even more discriminated against in society.

Hong Yanwu was holding the paper in his hand, already stunned.

How did he go back to the past?

Really? This is too ......

It's obviously impossible, but everything around me is so real.

Hong Yanwu stood for a long time before he woke up from his ignorance, but he raised his hand and gave himself a mouthful.

"Smack!"

Slap in the face.

He bared his teeth and burst into tears.

There was a sudden chaos around them, and the commotion in the crowd grew louder and louder.

"It's so hard. I slapped myself and cried, these five big fingerprints ...... "It's fun for someone to look at it."

"Hurry up, this man is sick. Don't call him ......" There were also people who made a sound of fear.

"What's the matter? What's going on?" and some of them rushed over to make a fuss.

"Look at hey, most of these neuropathies are diazepam (referring to Anding Hospital, Jingcheng Psychiatric Hospital. Run out. You see, it's okay for him to play with himself...... "More people play according to their own imagination and describe it to others.

"Shhhh Stop it. He's seen it......"

Hearing the last sentence, Hong Yanwu had completely come back to his senses. Only then did he realize that the shed was actually a waiting room, and the exit was next to two doors. The door where he was standing had been tightly blocked, and many people who came out in a hurry shouted "hard work" and "let go", and were squeezing out with great effort. At the other door next to it, many people came out and went in and were also attracted by the excitement here. As soon as there is a standstill, it will not be able to walk.

I'm going to go, there's a lot of traffic. Don't call the police......

Hong Yanwu suddenly came to his senses, picked up the cover roll on the ground and squeezed it out. Everywhere he went, people retreated, and some shouted in horror, "The madman is coming!"

This voice immediately made the scene chaotic, and many people ran around screaming. I didn't know and thought it was the resurrection of Niu Erye in Bianliang, Tokyo, and came here for a walk.

Hong Yanwu's eyes were sharp, and he grasped a gap that flashed in the crowd in an instant, and ran away. Under the fierce rush of hard squeezing, he finally broke through the layers of encirclement, and fled from the people who were enthusiastically following him in a puff of smoke, leaving only the chaos behind him.

Hong Yanwu ran through from south to north. It wasn't until he turned a corner to the west that he threw his duffel roll on the ground and poked his head out of the corner wall to look back.

Sure enough, he saw two policemen in blue uniforms appear at the door of the waiting room of the greenhouse. Among the onlookers just now, there were still a few people looking in the direction he ran away, and seemed to be very reluctant to let him go.

This has to be half a beat slower and has to cause trouble, it's really hanging.

It's been a big year since the people's curiosity grew. Whoever behaves a little more unusually will immediately become the focus.

Hong Yanwu did feel his heart pounding. He really didn't expect that a careless person would have such a humiliating limelight.

After another moment, he looked again. Fortunately, the crowd has returned to calm. The two policemen did not chase after them, and evacuated the people in the gathering place in place.

His heart was steady, and he leaned against the wall and turned back.

On the side of the corner, there is a small square. It's bustling and there are more people.

Hong Yanwu found himself under a tall concrete building, with several long lines in front of it. Rows of cast-iron fences separated the people at the front of the line, crowded in front of rows of wooden windows with the words "Ticket Office" hanging above them.

Some of the people in the group were watching him as well, apparently seeing him fleeing in a hurry.

In order to dispel the curiosity of these people, Hong Yanwu tried his best to control his demeanor and demeanor, and stood up straight as if nothing happened. At the same time, his heart was beating wildly.

Is it ......here?

Hong Yanwu looked up, and under the eaves of the cement building, there was a huge slogan on both sides of the railway emblem. On the left is "Long live the great red regime!", and on the right is "Long live the invincible red mind!" The largest three-dimensional characters on the roof were too close to be read because they were too close and steep in slope.

He ran a few steps to the right front, then turned to the left, looked at the building again from the front, and finally saw the four big characters on the building - Yongdingmen Station.

These four words almost rushed into his eyes, causing his brain to usher in another irrepressible shock.

He looked behind him, and there was a road behind the square, and across the street was a river, and the other side of the river was lush and green, surrounded by a green-painted iron fence, which seemed to be a park.

If this is Yongdingmen Railway Station, it should be Taoranting Park?

Although seeing is believing, Hong Yanwu still can't make up his mind, and he even re-doubts that everything he feels now is just an unusual and realistic dream, a dream he had before waking up. Maybe his body was being resuscitated in the hospital, these were just conjectures in his head. Maybe it's all just a coincidence, maybe someone did it, maybe it's some hell experiment ****** aliens......

There's an easy way to check it.

Hong Yanwu simply ran to the ticket window and went to check the train timetable for that day. Naturally, he won't find the familiar LCD screen, and the departure schedule is only written on a few hanging blackboards. However, when he stood in the crowd and looked around for a while, he finally confirmed today's date.

Yes, today is March 21, 1977.

Hong Yanwu stared at the numbers on the blackboard, his eyes straightened again. He really wanted to come up with a reasonable explanation, but as time went by, he finally gave up because it didn't make sense.

Suddenly, it occurred to him that if all this was true, what would he look like......

Hong Yanwu turned his head to look around, and suddenly noticed that there were many glass windows next to the exit. In a burst of inexplicable apprehension, he was unconsciously attracted and walked over. Unexpectedly, when he stopped, the reflection of the glass really showed a miracle.

There was a young face reflected in it, thin, short, with a faint fluff on the upper lip, and the scar on his forehead that had been with him for decades had disappeared without a trace. This swarthy face looked familiar and unfamiliar, and his expression was sad and happy, revealing a surprised expression that could not be closed.

This is indeed him at the age of seventeen, but not exactly the same person he used to be. Because the sharp eyes in the mirror that were looking at him intently also revealed the taste of vicissitudes, which undoubtedly proved that the past years still had an effect on him. But apart from these eyes, the person reflected in the glass looks like a boy who has not been trained by the world.

Although Hong Yanwu had been prepared in his heart, at this moment, he was still shocked.

God, he's still alive! and, miraculously, back to March 21, 1977.

This day is the day when he returned to the capital to visit his relatives after relieving his religion, and this place is indeed the place where he just got off the train, Yongdingmen Railway Station.