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Towards September, the sky was overcast and gloomy, and the rain had been brewing for several hours in the black clouds in the western sky, which made people anxious, because in previous years at this time of year, the rain was so much that it drowned out a stubble of crops, but this year it was extremely dry.

Zhangwan is the westernmost village in Batou Township, and it is not even a village, it can only be said to be the Zhangwan Brigade of Baihe Village.

In '95, this small village in Chinese mainland was as destitute as if it had come from the flames of war in the revolutionary years, full of low tiled houses, rarely saw two-story cement buildings built by wealthy families, potholed loess roads, and when the August storm swept up, the sky was full of yellow soil, and the rain poured muddy.

At this time, I saw a young man who was no more than ten years old, running towards the river beach at the head of the village with his hands in the wind, only a small trouser with half of his buttocks wrapped in his body, whimpering and crying, chasing behind him a young woman who was not short, less than thirty years old, with a ponytail tied behind his head and a slender body, although his face was slightly sallow, but his facial features were unusually delicate.

The woman's steps were hurried, and she held a broom with only a few dry branches left.

"You're still running, you're still running, Lao Tzu won't have your surname if you don't smoke to death today!"

"Lao Tzu just run, you kill me!" ――

In the messy wind, the cries of women and children followed the wind, blowing from the head of the village to the end of the village, but the walls of thirty or forty households, the small village of one hundred and eighty people, was only a cup of tea, and all the old and young knew that the daughter-in-law of the Wenlin family was chasing the naughty cub in the family again.

Zhang Chen's brain was a little confused, as if he had been hit hard by a heavy object, and he was a little dizzy, but before he could sort out his thoughts, a black shadow slashed his head and covered his face.

"Aiping, don't fight!" In the autumn field under the river dam, the aunt of the Yang family bent up and looked at it, then opened her throat and shouted.

"I'm going to kill this bastard!"

"I'll let you go paddling, I'll let you go paddling, I won't kill you today!"

Stunned, he glanced at the thing on his bare arm, and the hot pain stimulated the nerves in Zhang Chen's brain that seemed to have become extremely sharp, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

Then he seemed to be numb, and seemed to lose consciousness, just looked around in a daze, on the hazy lake in the distance, rippling dense canopy boats and small sampans, floating clouds and not blue sky, a stubble of rice fields in the distance, and around, there seemed to be some familiar, some unfamiliar faces.

"Mom!"

Liu Aiping was angry, the broom in his hand twitched a few times, and he twitched a few more times as if he was not angry, what made her a little wrong was that her son, who had tried his best to run in the past, was like a demon and let her beat him today, but he hugged his thighs tightly with both hands.

Seeing that the woman didn't hear it, Zhang Chen shouted again.

"Mom!"

This time, Liu Aiping listened to it really, this little unlike the previous cry suddenly softened her heart, the broom in her hand seemed to have touched some mold, and she threw it into the middle of the lake on the other side of the dam head with a hard throw, the ripples in the water spread in a circle, and the sunset reflected on the water surface was like a red face smiling and blooming.

Bang!

Before the mother and son could talk, the sky above their heads finally thundered, and at the end of the summer, which had been dry for half a month, it finally rained heavily.

Zhang Chen let the woman hold her hand in a daze, dragged it over and slapped her ass a few times, and then ran away to the village with a blushing face.

The raindrops hit his face, washing away the dust, and also washing away the anxiety and anxiety in his heart, and the young man's eyes were so clear that he looked at the earthen house that was no more than a foot high, and there was a slight smile on his face.

Entering the house, a familiar and unfamiliar sweet potato smell was inhaled into his nose, and he seemed to be a little cold, Zhang Chen couldn't help but sneeze, and outside the door, the raindrops the size of beans fell on the ground, and in less than a quarter of an hour, they had gradually stopped.

A glimmer of golden sunset squeezed through the dissipating dark clouds and fell into the quiet village, where it was unusually blue after the rain.

"The thunderstorm in August came and went early, and the mud in the ground was not soaked yet!"

In the three crowded earthen houses, Zhang Chen didn't speak, just sat quietly on the bench in the inner room, and could faintly hear the woman's words coming from the stove next door to the inner room.

After sorting out the thoughts in his head, he found that he seemed to remember a lot of things, and if he remembered correctly, it must have been that afternoon in '95.

That day, he carried his mother Liu Aiping to play in the river in front of the village, and was caught red-handed, but in his memory, he did not sit quietly in the house as he does now, but was caught by his mother Liu Aiping and beaten by the lake, and since then, he has never been in the water.

Yes, it's really ninety-five years! The slightly vague earthen house in his memory, the same smell, and even the chicken coop made of a few wooden planks at the corner of the door are very familiar, and after nearly 20 years, he can't forget the bits and pieces here.

How many times I dream of returning to my childhood, how many times I want to recall the past, and how many times I want to start all over again, but when I really come, I am a little overwhelmed, as a staunch Marxist, Zhang Chen was born in the era of advanced science and grew up in the modern century, but he has never had such a strange experience.

However, the bright red Arabic numerals printed in the center of the brick-thick and inferior calendar on the wall seemed to mock.

"28, August 1995!"

In the summer of 1986, when the country finally began to experiment with the compulsory education system, Zhang Chen was fortunate and extremely reluctant to become a glorious primary school student on time.

As the westernmost village of Batou Township, it should be said that it is a brigade, and the nearest primary school of Zhangwan Brigade is five miles away, and it is said that it is a school, but it is a racecourse in the countryside, and there is not even a name of a school, just called Wuqian School, and there are only two grades and two teachers in the school.

An old gentleman who was almost seventy, surnamed Yang, wore a pair of reading glasses, tall and thin, until many years later, Zhang Chen was very curious about how the old man's old bones could support a body of nearly one meter eight.

And the other is the granddaughter of Old Man Yang, called Yang Caihua, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, if it weren't for the bulging chest on her chest, no one would even recognize her as a woman, nearly one meter seven tall, square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, if it was a man, it would be a good look, but it was a pity that it was a daughter.

Old man Yang and Yang Caihua's grandson and grandson one with two grades of Chinese classes, the other with two grades of mathematics classes, while Zhang Chen studied in Wuqian Primary School for two years, and then transferred to Baihe Village Primary School seven or eight miles away.

In Liu Aiping's eyes, his son Zhang Chen has been sitting at home for several days in an extremely abnormal way since he was beaten that day.

Even if she went out to the field and took the child with her because she was not at ease, Zhang Chen didn't say a word, just sat quietly on the dam, flipping through the villain book that she didn't know from the toilet paper wall of which house.

In Zhangwan, where there are only a few dozen households, Mr. Zhang's family can definitely be regarded as standard poor peasants, and they can't even touch the edge of the middle peasants, and an income of three or two thousand yuan a year can be regarded as a good year.

This situation continued until the old man Zhang Wenlin contracted construction projects as a contractor.

Due to the big lake, there are very few fields in Zhangwan, and the old family only has two acres of dry land and one acre of paddy fields, and the rations of a family of three are not complete.

And the lake opposite Zhangjiawan is connected to the Yangtze River, and the year is not good for a burst of water and there is no harvest, if it is not for the support of the brothers and sisters of the mother's family, I am afraid that the cubs in the family will not be able to support it for a long time.

When she first married to Zhangjiawan, Liu Aiping never thought about living a good life, and she only liked the good reputation of the boss of the Zhang family.

Until now, the house is still the three earthen houses when I got married, the table is still the ancestral black lacquer pattern square table, and the only good belongings in the family are the Phoenix bicycle on the tripod next to it and a black and white TV moved back from the back room.

In the 90s, Zhangjiawan was the only "senior intellectual" who graduated from high school, but he was too honest, mixed into his thirties, not to mention how many belongings he saved, and even three red brick houses could not be built.

"Chenzi, where are you uncomfortable or what's wrong?"

Liu Aiping finally didn't hold her mouth, although her son can eat, drink and sleep, but it's not a matter if she doesn't talk all day, but she can't think that her son is still her son, but Zhang Chen is no longer the original Zhang Chen.

It took a few days for Zhang Chen to gradually sort out the thoughts in his head, and suddenly returned to the destitute village in the 90s from the glamorous world, although he was a little excited, but he was definitely not as ambitious as those novels in later generations.

On the contrary, I was so nervous that I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning all night at a loss, and even after eating sweet potato rice for several days, I slowly got used to the pickled vegetables mixed with dried sweet potatoes that had no oil and water at all.

"Mom, I'm fine!"

I still want to say something, in the cotton field, Liu Aiping saw him indifferently lowered his head and continued to read the villain book in his hand, so he stopped his mouth and continued to wave the hoe in his hand.

The land of Mr. Zhang's family is close to the river, and the wind in the lake is cool and tight, not as hot as the ordinary dry land, but in August, even if it is cool, it is sweaty like rain, although it is still eight or nine o'clock in the morning.

On the ground, Zhang Chen closed the martial arts novel in his hand that he didn't know where to get it a few days ago, stood up straight, looked at the distance, even the extreme distance, the hazy lake that could not be seen as if it was connected to the sky, and his thoughts were flying. (The novel "The Richest Man in the Country" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!) Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "dd" and follow, hurry up! )