At six o'clock in the evening, the sunset is shining in the west, and the breeze is slightly cool.

Yang Quan watched Uncle Luo repair the car slowly, and he also packed up the small stool and prepared to go home. At this meal time, the compound resounded with various sounds calling for the skin monkeys to go home for dinner.

The children in the compound can't control it during the summer vacation, there is no cram school piano lessons to tie the time, a group of children are all kinds of chasing sparrows, fishing and shrimp scattering, but if you are crazy to the point in time, you don't go home, just wait for hunger at night.

Pushing open the door, the smell of taro porridge in the kitchen is blowing in the face, and midday leftovers and a plate of salted dried radishes are already on the table. The third sister, Yang Qian, was already on the table, waiting for her father and grandfather to come to the table.

The 50-square-meter cottage is home to a family of six, with a 14-inch black-and-white TV of the Veuve Clicquot brand on the yellowed old wooden furniture in the living room, and an award certificate from Yang Quan's childhood and old photos of the whole family pasted on the wall.

Although it was a humble room, Yang Quan felt very warm.

Yang Quan scooped a scoop of water into the basin, smiled and pulled the third sister to wash her hands, went into the kitchen and brought the porridge that had been filled to the table, and shouted to his grandfather and father who were still playing chess to eat.

Dinner is steamed bread and taro porridge with cornmeal, standard cereals. In the future, it was a healthy dinner, and in the eighties, it was a dinner without oil and water. Even a dinner without oil and water is a luxury in many poor areas.

Yang Quan held the bowl, slowly took a few bites of the slightly cool porridge around the bowl into his mouth with chopsticks, picked up a salted dried radish, and said to his mother: "Mom, tomorrow I will go to Xinhua Bookstore for a walk."

"Well, take your sister to have a look" Yang Quan's mother, Zhou Aiping said while eating steamed buns: "Third sister, wait until you wash the dishes, I'm going to the bathhouse." Dad, you eat slowly, I'll go first"

After speaking, Zhou Aiping stuffed the last bite of steamed buns into her mouth, wiped her mouth with a towel, picked up the bag with the woolen ball and went out. It was Yang Qian's autumn thread clothes, which were dismantled and re-woven by Yang Quan.

"Oh, by the way, Er'er, you wait and bring your sister to take a bath, don't forget! remember to take her clothes" Zhou Aiping, who had just closed the door, shouted outside the door.

"Got it"

Yang Quan stuffed steamed buns in his mouth and replied vaguely. Zhou Aiping is an acute person, she goes to work immediately after eating a few bites, and she will definitely not chew slowly.

After dinner, after Yang Quan and the third sister washed the dishes and chopsticks, they took their clothes to the bathhouse in the factory area.

Although the state-owned factory is not large, with less than 100 employees, there are several hundred people including family members. The auto repair shop is similar to the textile factory next to it, and together it is a small city with all kinds of organs, with canteens, bathhouses, and clinics.

The large bathhouse of the auto repair plant was only for the employees and their families of the factory, but later the company's efficiency was low, and it was gradually oriented to the market. Buy an annual pass, you can wash it as many times as you like.

In summer, it is also easy for boys to take a bath, and they can get dressed and walk away after a simple rinse. Yang Quanlai didn't take a shower for ten minutes, changed his clothes after washing, and was ready to leave with his bag.

Someone slapped him on the back, and Yang Quan turned his head to take a look.

"Sure enough, it's you, Yang Er" I saw a young man with a pair of glasses, and the lenses were covered with fog, covering half of his face,

"You're back, I haven't seen you in a long time," the guy said, taking off his glasses and wiping the fog with the corner of his coat.

At this time, Yang Quan, who saw his entire appearance, suddenly realized.

Wu Xuehai, Yang Quan's junior high school tablemate, studied in dim light for many years, which led to the loss of eyesight in junior high school, so he had to wear glasses. When he was a teenager, he showed the air of a scholar.

Later, when I was admitted to high school, I transferred to Jinling to study. I haven't seen it for many years, just by looking at the prescription of this glasses, I know that this book is not less read.

"It's right for me to say this" Counting his previous life, Yang Quan has indeed not seen this old classmate for a long time. At first glance, there is a bit of surprise and joy, and it is rare to see yourself in the glasses full of fog. "I remember you studied in Jinling, are you still there?"

"Yes, isn't this a holiday, come back to see my grandfather" Wu Xuehai said with a smile.

"Have you washed it? We said outside that the fog was too big inside. Yang Quan looked at the glasses that had just been wiped, and they were full of water droplets.

Wu Xuehai, grandfather Wu Aiguo, the abdicated deputy director of the auto repair factory, a soldier who shed blood for the motherland and carried a gun in the War of Resistance Against Japan. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was assigned to the auto repair factory as a management cadre, self-taught auto repair related knowledge, and was a leader who understood technology.

Wu Xuehai's father is the child of Wu Aiguo's comrades-in-arms, and his comrades-in-arms are entrusted on their deathbed, the father and son depend on each other, and the grandfather is raised alone until he gets married and has children.

Later, when Wu Xuehai was born, Wu Aiguo hoped that his grandson could be a literate person, to be able to go to the outside world to see, and to look forward to the world until the end of the sea, so his grandson named Xuehai, Wu Xuehai.

"There is a diligent path in the book mountain, and there is no end to the hard work of learning the sea"

"Xuehai, which school are you in?" Yang Quan looked at Wen Wen Jing and the handsome young man with glasses stuck in his glasses

"Jinling Automobile Factory Staff University" Wu Xuehai replied calmly, with a little pride in his tone, and then asked uncertainly,

"Yang Er, what about you, you're still reading."

In this era, too many young people give up studying and going to school for various reasons, whether it is family reasons or personal reasons, those who can go to university are the talents of the country, whether it is a technical secondary school or a university.

Wu Xuehai is also not sure whether the old classmate he hasn't seen for a long time is now a worker in an auto repair shop or has dropped out of school and is unemployed, or is like himself, running around on the road to study.

Yang Quan raised his hand with a smile and said, "I am now in Jinling Mechanical and Electrical School, and I will graduate next year." ”

"That's a coincidence, when school starts, we'll go together, and I know your school. Wu Xuehai pushed his glasses and said excitedly. My old classmate also happened to be in a city, so it's not an exaggeration to say that it's a coincidence.

"Okay, I'll go to Xinhua Bookstore tomorrow, won't we?"

Yang Quan heard that Wu Xuehai was from the University of Automobile Factory, and he also wanted to know about the situation of his old classmates, so he invited him to go to the bookstore tomorrow.

Yang Quan vaguely remembered that Wu Xuehai was assigned to the Jinling Automobile Factory after graduating from university, and later heard that he was the director of the Fiat joint venture company, and many years later he also drank alcohol to cirrhosis.

"I'm going to check to see if any new books have arrived. I'll wait for you at the factory gate tomorrow, how about eight o'clock?" Wu Xuehai heard Xinhua Bookstore, and he was planning to go.

"See you tomorrow!"

After separation, Yang Quan hugged his clothes, listened to the noisy voices in the compound, and walked to the playground alone. At this point in time, there must be a few children sitting at home watching TV series, and it is better to lie back and enjoy the cool air when you go back to watch those TV series.

The night breeze cools the air, and after washing, the body is surrounded by a cool breeze, and the breeze takes away the hot sweat from the body. It's like a chilled watermelon on a summer day, refreshing.

Looking up at the stars in the sky, the sky was full of stars, Yang Quan looked at the brightest one in a daze, and smiled at the bright starlight, an indescribable emotion spread around.

Such as autumn deciduous sycamores, powerless to be blown off by the wind. Falling to the ground in a swaying way, he drained all his strength in an instant, and the sound in his ears faded away.

Fragmentary memories are like broken glass, constantly changing and reorganizing and shattering again. The picture is occasionally clear and occasionally blurry, Yang Quan repeatedly switches perspectives, flashing, time is like a white horse passing through a gap, a thousandth of an instant before it also seems to be a vicissitudes of life, Yang Quan's eyes are blooming and falling year after year.

Suddenly, memories ripple again like water waves, the calm water surface boils like boiling water, and I become more and more unable to see the picture in front of me, and my consciousness is like being attracted by a black hole, unable to get rid of and uncontrollable.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and his body trembled. The noise in the ears instantly filled the ear drums.

The stars gathered in the sky, and the brightest one still shines there.

Nothing has changed, nothing has changed. If you can't go back, then go through the road of history again......

Although this is an era of poverty, it is also an era of magnificent and turbulent times.

It's the worst of times, and it's the best of times.

But there is no doubt that this is the era when I started again......