Because it is not a test center, many children today do not know much about this past. People put it in history books www.biquge.info, but when I was a child, I always wondered why it was counted as history: it hasn't been long since it happened, but my grandmother has experienced it, so how can it be counted as history? Is her old man also a thing of the past?

However, it wasn't until I became an investigator that I often had to write a thick stack of documents to dismantle the causes, processes, and consequences of an incident in every detail, and then analyze what caused the incident and what lessons were worth learning from it. I think I'm also a bit like a historian, documenting events, not just to waste a few pieces of paper, but hoping that when others see my things, they can learn from the experience and lessons I have learned, and continue to work on the good things, and don't repeat the bad things.

Later, I finally understood that history is not just about recording what happened, but about future generations to look at it. After all, from a biological point of view, thousands of years of human civilization are not enough to form too many evolutionary changes in species. Therefore, the bastard things that the ancients committed, we modern people also have enough similar genes to commit it again. Only by learning from history can we understand that if we use the same mode of thinking as the people of the time to move forward, we will also fall into the same pit.

It was a past that was fading away from us, but it hurt and destroyed an entire generation. And Dr. Xing was just a small duckweed in those crazy years. After decades of wandering, today it finally came to me.

In 1966, a catastrophe erupted that would last ten years. I still don't know what to say about that movement, it destroyed so many things, good and bad, all at once. It has destroyed so many things that one generation, if not the next, will not be able to climb out of its influence for a long time. To this day, I can still see the morals that were smashed in the many withering old bastards around me.

When 1966 began, I guess Xing Shiming was only 17 or 18 years old, and everything was full of hope. According to the household registration information that Xiao Chen helped me find, Xing Shiming was born in a small county town in the north (now a third-class city. He stuffed Chairman Mao's poems into his schoolbag along with books on mathematics, physics and chemistry. After three years of hard work, he is either studying or helping at home, Xiao Chen told me that he also has a younger sister, and I think he may also help take care of his sister.

He's not a particularly smart kid, but he's a hard worker. He is unwilling to live in a small county town all his life, he wants to get ahead, he wants to be a doctor, treat diseases and save people, and be respected. This ideal is noble, so he also strives for it. I got up early and studied greedily, and finally achieved a good result in the college entrance examination, and was successfully admitted to the clinical medicine department of a key university.

In modern times, I guess he would have booked a plane ticket and a hotel to travel with his friends. The future is bright, he will become a doctor, work in a big city, have a stable income and a respectable status, and everything is so good.

However, as the movement intensified. Universities across the country stopped recruiting students in the fall of 1966. All that is left for Xing Shiming is a future that has come to naught, and an admission letter that will never be honored.

Then, there was the vigorous "going to the mountains and going to the countryside" movement of "intellectual youths going to the countryside to receive re-education from poor and middle peasants." In fact, for Xing Shiming at that time, this was the best and only choice. Otherwise, he doesn't know what kind of stinky old nine's big hat he will get for this paper admission letter.

Because the documents at that time had been lost, I can only guess that Xing Shiming came to Wangxing Village to go to the countryside at that time. It is estimated that the local villagers treated him well and let him work as an apprentice in a local pharmacy opened by an old man.

He also brought his brand-new textbooks, which were the pocket money he had saved for a long time, to help others, and little by little he saved enough to pay for the books, and he wrote his name happily, but he never put them in the university classroom. So he studied textbooks by himself while helping the master work, so his learning was also messy and unsystematic, and he only knew some skins, but he didn't know anything about the deep pathological mechanism inside.

It seemed as if the movement would never end, and at this time, the university he longed for was already full of heroes and "workers, peasants and soldiers". And an ordinary child like him, who has no money and no power at the bottom, can only waste the most precious years of his life in the countryside.

When it's night, we don't know when it's going to dawn. A few people will wake up, they will break windows, they will light torches, and there are ordinary people like Xing Shiming who are powerless to resist, and they just fall asleep in silence in the night.

Xing Shiming's household registration book shows that he registered his marriage with a girl in Wangxing Village in 1973. At that time, he was 25 years old, and he was in the grade where he should get married, and he had been a young man for 7 years, and he didn't know when he would be able to return to the city. So he settled down, worked as a clerk in a pharmacy, and married a wife.

Life is not bad, and the educated youths who have a little relationship around them have returned to the city through various means. But he didn't want to go back to the city, where there was nothing. He is just a high school graduate, he has no connections and no connections, and he can't find any decent job just by relying on his qualifications. Instead of carrying a big bag in the factory, it is better to stay in this small pharmacy, at least, someone will call him a doctor.

But what about after that? I'm curious. After the campaign is over, doesn't he want to regain his dream of being a doctor that he has been forced to put on hold for years?

At this time, thanks to Xiao Chen's wit, he helped me check the college entrance examination registration information, and sure enough, I found Xing Shiming's file. He signed up for the national college entrance examination for two consecutive years, but ten years have passed, and the knowledge he remembered in high school has long been forgotten. He never met the cut-off score for any of the major universities.

I guess he gave up: he still had a family to take care of, and he was busy having children. Perhaps the business in the small pharmacy is not bad, and the whole village likes to go to him for medical treatment. There is still a sense of honor in his frustrated life here. So he never went back, and lived in Wangxing Village all his life, from a junior apprentice to a shopkeeper, and from a shopkeeper to Dr. Xing. In this small mountain village, he relied on a little self-taught medical knowledge, and he was dreaming of hanging a pot to help the world.

To be honest, my feelings at this moment are really complicated: on the one hand, as a person, I am very sympathetic to Dr. Xing's experience, which is a tragedy of the times; On the other hand, my reason is also telling me that his behavior is practicing medicine without a license, and he does not have enough qualifications, and if it is really found out that he was negligent in the Wangxing Village incident, then Dr. Xing will not be able to escape the blame.

I believe he is well-intentioned, but unfortunately good intentions do not necessarily lead to good deeds.