In 1970, Quan Yan went to the ocean alone and returned to his parents' hometown. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I took out a copy of my academic qualifications, and at that time no one knew anyone except the foreign translator. She was only eighteen that year, her parents died of illness, her cousins and cousins each settled in the United States, and she was entrusted by her parents' last words to return to China.

It's still that era, it's fortunate that it's that era, and it's still that era when it's unfortunate.

The barren medical technology in China urgently needed such knowledgeable talents as Kwon Yan, but the government at that time. Governance atmosphere, Quan Yan, a returned overseas Chinese, is generally beaten as a spy, not to mention that at a young age, she has already sat in the high position of the dean of the Department of Western Medicine of a first-class university in China, but Kochi scholars are even classified as the black five categories, and they are criticized the most and the most miserable.

The task of the power banquet was not completed, even if she was beaten and insulted by the radicals in every way, no matter how seriously she was injured, she just kept silent, silently obeyed the distribution, and waited for the opportunity.

In 1972, he went to the countryside.

Quan Yan was the only woman from the city in that batch, she deliberately turned herself ugly, and every day in addition to working and listening to criticism, she only saw no sunlight in the small dilapidated house assigned to her. Aside from the necessity of going out, she always has little presence in the crowd.

Quan Yan sometimes thinks about whether it is the most correct choice for him to choose to return to China at this time.

This era is chaotic, she knew it in her previous life. But there is chaos here, and there is not much peace abroad. Quan Yan comforted himself that as long as he fulfilled his parents' wishes, he would go back immediately.

When he was in the house, Quan Yan put the dozen vouchers on the old wooden table with one leg missing and carefully examined them, refusing to let go of a word. This is her wealth, even when the barbarian raided her home, Quan Yan would rather risk being arrested to keep these treasures, these are the proof of the existence of a family.

Quan Yan flattened them, neatly put them into the sandalwood box, and retracted the space.

Back in such a chaotic era, she is glad that God has not treated her kindly. Give her a space to store any object and keep these treasures.

Even if you are scarred, it is enough to keep these papers.

Except when the farm is busy, Quan Yan hardly goes out. The daily work she earns is not enough to feed a weak woman, not to mention that she is still a 'focus on the object', and she gets very little work in a year, but she does not need it.

Another year, a new batch of educated youths from the countryside arrived.

Quan Yan stood in an inconspicuous corner, looking at the smiles of farmers and urban young people in this gray-and-yellow era, and didn't know how to feel.

"Welcome to Liushugou! Everyone was tired after a day's ride...... "The peasant uncle who has been turned to the earth all his life does not have so many scenes, and the peasants of this era are generally simple and kind." may also feel that the people in the city are delicate, so they did not immediately let people work in the fields, but set a table of good wine and food first.

After the banquet was thanked, he returned to his house in a low-key manner.

"Who's that man?" The staff who arranged to go to the countryside talked to the village chief while walking.

The village chief took two puffs of dry tobacco, and his tone was regretful: "I came here last year, and I heard that the ingredients are not good." People don't like to talk much, and they endure losses by themselves, but the ingredients are not good. "These days, one bad ingredient is enough to send a person to eighteen layers of hell.

The questioner nodded, because he had a good relationship with the village chief, and asked, "How is the eldest grandson in the family?" Are you feeling better? ”

The village chief shook his head, stopped smoking dry cigarettes, and became more and more silent.

His son was weak, and his only son died of illness after leaving a grandson, and his family passed it on to this child. But the child's body and bones are not good, and he has a fever at both ends for three days, which is not good.

The man patted the village chief on the shoulder, "It's going to be fine, it's going to be okay." ”

The village chief did not respond, I am afraid that he already knew it.