Lin Ziwei looked at Lin Zijiao with the eyes of a fool: "Second sister, Feng Qian's mother is Feng Qian's mother, do you say they have a relationship?!"

"But Feng Qian, what did he do wrong?" Lin Zijiao couldn't argue, but he felt that the truth was wrong.

"I admit that I shouldn't compare Feng Qian's family with my grandfather's family, but Feng Qian didn't do anything wrong, just because he was unlucky to be born in that family, and having such a mother should be looked down upon?"

Lin Zijiao's expression was very serious: "Ziwei, if we are not born in Feng Qian's family, we should also be looked down upon?"

Why?

Actually, it's not just, this is the default reason that everyone has tacitly adopted for so many years.

Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and rat sons make holes.

Lao Tzu is a hero, Lao Tzu is a reactionary bastard.

In this era, ingredient theory is still very popular.

Lin Ziwei was silent.

The second sister is kind, serious, and tendonous, and she will always insist on what she thinks is right.

She was right, Feng Qian really didn't do anything wrong, he shouldn't be ostracized because his mother was not good.

But the eldest sister and Sister Zijin are also right, if the second sister and Feng Qian play together, it is really not good for the second sister.

Lin Ziwei's small heart couldn't understand why no one was wrong, but things became like this.

Feng Qian, who really made mistakes, was, but he lived happily and was not sad at all.

The atmosphere in the room was dreary, and the siblings were relatively silent.

Lin Ziwei touched the letter in his pocket.

Sister Zijin also wrote a letter to him, in which she asked him to study hard, saying that the knowledge he learned would definitely be useful, and asked him not to go to Haizi to play, and when the summer vacation was over, she would come to see him.

He could feel his cousin's affection and concern for him, and he didn't understand why his cousin was so stubborn and insisted on not letting him go to Haizi to play.

Well, he wants to reply to Sister Zijin, he wants to come to Brother Wei's address, he wants to ask Brother Weiguo, why are these things, what should he and the second sister do?

Ulin Flag.

Lin Weiguo opened the math textbook and found a letter in it.

The early spring sun shines softly on the letterhead, and the grassland is already dotted with greenery.

From a distance, there is a faint layer of green spread out in the withered yellow grass blades, and when you look closely, the greenery is not so strong.

The sky is blue, the field of vision is vast, the sheep that have nested for a winter are quietly gnawing on the grass, and a few little lambs are kneeling under the belly of the ewes to feed.

The bleating cries came and went.

Lin Weiguo opened the letter and read it again, sitting next to him, Zhang Hong leaned over and saw that there was still unwashed kerosene black on both sides of his eyes and nose.

"Weiguo, is this really a letter from your sister?"

Lin Weiguo looked at the letter and snorted.

Zhang Hong's tone was full of envy and admiration: "How old is your sister?"

Lin Weiguo hesitated: "It's just over the New Year, it should be seventeen." ”

"It seems that your sisters are very good, your sister is only seventeen, so visionary and insightful, knows the importance of knowledge and learning, and knows how to write to you to remind you, why don't I have a sister. ”

Zhang Hong was really envious, looking at the letter in Lin Weiguo's hand, his eyes were full of envy, jealousy and hatred, and he was about to burst into flames.

He rarely received letters, especially those that contained warm greetings and concerns.

Although the movement has ended, his parents have not yet implemented the policy of decentralization in Y Province and have not returned to Beijing.

The conditions in Y province are not much stronger than those in N province, that is, the climate is better, unlike the cold winter here, and the disadvantage there is that there are many snakes, insects, rats and ants, and Zhang Hong's parents, who are used to the northern weather, are also very unadaptable.

The two elders occasionally wrote letters to their sons, in which they asked him about his life and study, asking him to work hard and not relax his studies.

In fact, what Lin Zijin said in his letter was similar to the content of Zhang Hong's parents' letter, but Zhang Hong just felt that his sister's letter was much warmer than his parents' letter.

Zhang Hong has always admired Lin Weiguo, and he only looks forward to what Lin Weiguo does, looking at the letter, he also has a good impression of Lin Weiguo, a sister who has never met but is very far-sighted.

"Wei Guo, take me with you next time you go home, I want to see what this sister who loves to learn is like. ”

Lin Weiguo smiled bitterly, his own sister loves to learn?

It's also true, my sister has changed a lot this year, not only love to study, but also become much more diligent, rushing to do housework at home.

As Zhang Hong spoke, out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone riding a horse in the distance, so he stood up and put his hand on the pergola to look.

On the far horizon, a white horse galloped towards a man, and because it was far away, only a small white dot could be seen moving.

Looking at the mountains and running dead horses, it is the same on the grassland, being able to see does not mean that it is close.

Zhang Hong sat back again, remembering that the intellectuals had been panicking recently, and asked, "Everyone said to go back to the city, what are you going to do?"

"My plans?"

Lin Weiguo's gaze moved away from the letter paper and landed on the vast grassland in front of him.

What are his plans?

"Yes," Zhang Hong's tone was a little regretful and envious: "Actually, you don't need to stay here, you are different from us, didn't Gachali transfer you to be an accountant? And Su Mu, last year, Secretary Batu personally named you to go to Sumu to be the chairman of the trade union, why don't you die?"

Lin Weiguo looked at the place where heaven and earth mingled in the distance, and muttered: "I came to the grassland to exercise myself, to do practical things, that position is not suitable for me." ”

"Brother Lin, you're too dead-eyed. ”

The nerd Zhang Hong commented, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with saying that others were dead-eyed at the level of his dead eyes: "In which position is not to do work, isn't the chairman of the trade union able to better serve the people!"

He stretched out his ink-stained finger and pointed at the sheep in front of him: "It's better than you poking the sheep's butts every day after the sheep, right?"

Lin Hongwei didn't speak.

This matter is indeed something he wants to do.

When Secretary Batu looked for him, the movement was not over, the most beloved prime minister had just passed away, and it was the most chaotic and darkest time outside.

At that time, he only felt disheartened, and he couldn't even find the meaning of life, so he could only politely decline Secretary Batu's invitation and allocation.

At that time, he just wanted to hide in the depths of this grassland, with cattle, sheep and grass as companions, and let the world turn upside down outside, what does it have to do with him and the grass people?

But only a year later, the situation has changed dramatically, the world has become clear again, and the grassland has seen the dawn.

Even his seventeen-year-old sister wrote to him not to give up studying, saying that the future of the motherland needs to be built by educated and knowledgeable people.

Well, when Lin Zijin wrote the letter, he deliberately referred to the popular words of this era.

“…… What are you going to do, Brother Lin?" Zhang Hong was still working tirelessly, asking the bottom of the matter.

"Don't talk about me, talk about yourself, what are you going to do?" Lin Weiguo didn't want to talk about himself, so he asked Zhang Hong instead.

"Me?" Zhang Hong was a little confused: "What can I do? My father's implementation of the policy is still far away, what can I do?"

Compared with Lin Weiguo, Zhang Hong actually needs to return to the city.

The knowledge in Zhang Hong's stomach seems to be of little use on the grassland, and he will not mingle with the herdsmen, and will hardly contribute to the pastoral area.

Even last time, because of the negligence of him and another educated youth, he also caused the loss of collective property, if it wasn't for Lin Weiguo to find him desperately, I am afraid that Zhang Hong would have lost his life on the grassland.