Jiang Lesheng stayed at school alone during the summer. The rest of the teachers went home separately, and those who were not married took advantage of the holidays to visit their parents.

The third sister, Jiang Lehua, has two daughters, Xiaoli is four years old and Xiaoya is two years old. There was no nursery school in the first minute, and the children were locked at home and crying hoarsely. Student Yingzi lives in the front row of her house, passing by in front of her house when she goes to and from school, and the sensible girl goes home and begs her mother: Our teacher Jiang's children are not watched, and it is too pitiful to be locked up at home. Soon after, gossip spread: some teachers had a problematic class position and were hooking up with the families of peasant workers -- Yingzi's father was a working peasant worker.

Jiang Lehua found Secretary Chen and proposed to let his sister Lemei from his hometown come to see the child. Secretary Chen has always been cheerful, asked him to write a report to apply for a household registration permit, and signed the report on the spot, "The situation is true, please support the police station". The first branch is the largest, Secretary Chen is a member of the party committee of the farm, and Wang Yingchun has signed it.

The third sister sent the permit back to her hometown, and her mother, Qu Ming, lay on the bed crying and did not speak. Lemei is fifteen years old, with a yellow face and thin muscles, like a second-grade elementary school student. Not to mention the tiredness and suffering of the production team, earning some work and not returning their own food and grass, leaving the archway brigade is like jumping out of the sea of suffering. The second brother Le Tian gritted his teeth and said: Let's go, if you go, one less will live at home. The little brother Legu is also very sensible: Fourth sister, you can leave with confidence, I will serve my mother.

Le Tian went to the commune's people's security group to move his household registration, but was sent back. He handed the permit into the book-sized window, and there was an angry question inside, "Which brigade is it?" Le Tian responded to the archway team.

The permit was thrown out. Le Tian hurriedly asked: Why don't you do it? Isn't that the right to move in?

Two contemptuous eyes appeared in the window and lectured him: that side is allowed to move in, and that side agrees to move out? Find a brigade to sign!

Still can't get around Xu Qihu's ghost gate!

The children discussed, and they boldly looked for Xu Qihu to touch the nail: the third sister Lehua couldn't stop her from getting married and moving her hukou, and Lesheng's brother had a hukou migration certificate and slipped through the net, how could he let Lemei go?

Legu found a certificate of buying lime issued to the supply and marketing cooperative, which said "agree to sell." Xu Qihu". The production brigade replaces the official seal with the signature of the branch secretary. Legu said, wouldn't it be okay to put the consent and his name on the permit for relocation?

Lemei also thinks it's okay, why don't we let go of the permit if we have a permit?

Le Tian smoked two bags of cigarettes in a row, shook his head and sighed and said: What if you find out?

A godsend! Gou Xiaofeng had malaria, and he lost a lot of weight in three days with high fever. Le Tian killed the Luhua chicken that laid the eggs, and asked Le Mei to cook it and send it to her. Gou Xiaofeng said to her husband after eating the chicken: Just let Lemei go, I promised her. Poor baba, what's the point of helping my sister take care of the child? Besides, how many years can you be stuck for a girl?

Following the route taken by her brother four years ago, Lemei traveled for three days and four nights to Maoshan Farm.

The third sister found a set of fifth-grade textbooks, so that Lemei had time to learn by herself, and she taught Shukui after work what she didn't understand. The third sister calculated that her younger sister taking care of the child was just an expedient measure to solve the immediate difficulties, and she wanted to help her arrange a formal job in the future like Zhang Rong, the wife of the head of the field. I don't have the ability to let her be a teacher, and being a worker is also highly educated - the third sister can't forget her father's entrustment.

For the arrival of his sister, Jiang Lesheng was both happy and sad. Could it be that our sisters should be like this, coming from the land of fish and rice to survive in the Great Northern Wilderness?

During the summer vacation, Jiang Lesheng read a large number of Chinese and foreign classics. He fell in love with movies and even whimsically planned to write a screenplay. Young people dream of becoming famous in one fell swoop, but the path to realizing their ambitions is different from Yu Lian.

That afternoon, the postman delivered a newspaper with a letter from him in it. What a beautiful envelope! Juanxiu's pen words seem familiar, and there is only the word "inside" in the lower right corner. The envelope is sealed with a stamp, and the postmark is faintly recognizable: Heilongjiang Heishui. Oh, Cong Jing wrote it, why is she? His heart jumped involuntarily.

Carefully unwrapping the envelope, the two thin sheets of letter paper emitted a faint fragrance. The letter reads:

Teacher Jiang Lesheng, hello!

You can't think I'm writing to you, are you? Actually, it doesn't matter, I just want to find someone to talk to. Don't have any superfluous thoughts. I don't think you either.

What do you think? Lonely and lonely, right? Me too.

It's been ten days since I went home, and I am not used to leaving the environment I have adapted to, especially the children who have been away from getting along day and night. Mom and Dad go to work, come home late every day, and rarely rest on Sundays. My younger sister and brother went to summer camp for two weeks and went to a small town surrounded by greenery on the other side of the river -- I went every summer vacation when I was in elementary and junior high school.

Grandma and I were the only ones left at home. I haven't seen it for half a year, and my grandmother's hair is all white. She was so deaf that she could only hear her shouting into her ear. Not being able to communicate with my grandmother is my greatest sorrow!

You don't know, I was raised by my grandmother, who is my closest relative, although we are not related by blood. Here's a secret that I won't tell people easily, and no one at Maoshan Farm knows about it at the moment.

Speaking of secrets, I already know the origin of the scar on your forehead, which was told to me by Teacher Du, and she took care of me and didn't tell anyone. Mr. Du Pu is a good person, righteous, kind and compassionate. Actually, you don't have to hide it from me, my sense of justice and compassion are no worse than hers.

I feel sorry for you. God has given you a clever brain, and you are willing to be buried?

I think that you can take the college entrance examination again next year: you are not very old, your grades are so good, and your brother-in-law is a farm cadre, which is enough to offset the disadvantages of bad ingredients, and it should not be a problem to get into a good university. Just study Chinese and become a writer in the future, Ba Jin Lao Shening has a kind?

I keep an eye out for you sending money home every month, and it doesn't matter. I will send it for you when you go to school, ten yuan a month to your family, and five yuan for pocket money. The money is lent to you, and you pay it back to me after you finish your business, and it doesn't count as interest.

Don't wonder why I'm helping you. I'm sincere and do what I say.

Do you still play erhu? What books do you read these days? I re-read Jane Eyre and was so moved that I forgot to eat. Jane had a miserable childhood, and when she grew up, she was tortured, but she was admirable for her reluctance to give up her dignity and pursue fairness and justice.

This is the only letter I sent over the summer, thank you for listening to me make small talk so much. You don't have to reply to the letter, just meet and talk slowly.

September 1st is my 20th birthday, and I am honored to receive your gift!

Greetings!

Cong Jing 1965. 8。 15。

Jiang Lesheng chewed this uninvited letter three or four times.

He was first annoyed with Mr. Du, how can you tell others my deepest secret? The third sister Lehua is also really, she shouldn't have let her know about it in the first place. Like the scar that fell on Xianglin's sister-in-law who refused to marry He Lao Liu and hit her head on the incense case, the broken eyebrow scar on his forehead is an eternal pain in his heart: he taboos others to know the reason for it, and if it spreads, it may become a handle and joke for others. How many people can sigh and shed tears of regret?

What surprised and moved him was Cong Jing mobilizing him to retake the college entrance examination. Moreover, she thoroughly analyzed the reasons for applying for the exam and the grasp of success, and offered to share the financial difficulties, it seems that she has been carefully considered, and it is not just "small talk". This text made his eyes moisten, how could he not write such sincere words from his beloved relatives and friends? The summer when he failed the college entrance examination left him with nightmarish memories, and now Cong Jing encourages him to relive his dream of the college entrance examination, and his dead heart is rekindled.

This gentle, demure and playful girl gave him a ban at the beginning of "don't have any superfluous thoughts", but between the lines there was a clear flow of wine-like mellowness, which made him have a strange feeling of endless aftertaste. The twenty-two-year-old young man has no experience in love, and he has never seriously thought about it once. He felt that it was a very distant thing, and he had neither the qualifications nor the conditions to love anyone, let alone anyone who liked him.

The letter had disturbed him all afternoon, and he could not read the book. Cong Jing's figure flashed in front of her eyes from time to time, and her singing voice fluttered in her ears, flickering away and almost nothing. He played the erhu and pulled up the famous Soviet song "Light" that she often sang by herself.

When his mind slowly calmed down, he suddenly shouted to himself: This is impossible! Talking to himself: What are you kid thinking nonsense? It's purely self-inflicted! Why do people like you? He blamed himself for being a mediocrity and not having unrealistic ideas. College entrance exam? Foolish dreams! Why bother to break your heart again? Fate is destined for you to be buried, it doesn't matter if you are willing or not. Thanks to the kind and warm Cong Jing, now is not Jane's era, and this is not the world where Jane lives, she should get out of the illusory story, and the good wind will protect her with her strength!

In any case, you shouldn't dismiss people's face. In the evening, he scribbled an ink painting as a birthday gift for Cong Jing, entitled "Ode to the Lotus", which was intended to praise her gentlemanly character. Compared with the weeping willows by the pool, he hid his admiration for her and his dare not play profanely.

The new semester has begun. Tong Xiaoyuan and Zhang Zhi left the central school, Du Pu followed the class to teach five (one), and sitting opposite her was Zhang Jinnu, who was still teaching five (two). The two old fifth grade classes were merged to form the new sixth grade, and Jiang Lesheng and You Hongshan taught Chinese and mathematics respectively.

You Hongshan always did not forget to spy on Jiang Lesheng secretly to find out if he was competing for the lover of his dreams. He slipped into the female teacher's dormitory under the pretext of checking fire prevention, and stood in front of Cong Jing's bunk, staring at the "Lotus Song" on the wall. In fact, the painting skills are average, the flowers and plants can't see any meaning, and the three lines of Zhao Ti Xiaokai can be written. He didn't know who Zhou Dunyi was, and he couldn't read a few words accurately, so he couldn't help but scold with disdain: Fuck! What kind of baby thing?

Suddenly, he found that the picture was not signed, and he seemed to realize a flaw in it. Wow! If you don't have a ghost in your heart, why don't you sign the painting? Aren't you afraid I know? It turns out that you want to secretly Chen Cang!

On Saturday afternoon, President Lin entrusted You Hongshan to preside over the political study. Some teachers talk about it as a cliché, and some take the opportunity to correct their homework, and the red dipping pen quickly ticks and crosses on the homework book. Tong Xiaoyuan left, no one played alive, and the air seemed very dull. You Hongshan suddenly put forward a topic that shocked everyone: In order to cooperate with the current student Wang Jie, Teacher Jiang should change his name! The crowd looked at him in bewilderment.

Wang Jie's spirit is not afraid of hardship, and he is not afraid of death. Teacher Jiang, your name is Jiang Lesheng, a life that is greedy for pleasure, greedy for life, and afraid of death. Contrary to Wang Jie's spirit, how can you do it if you don't change it?

You Hongshan's words were hurtful and obviously malicious. Cong Jing looked down at the newspaper and ignored it; Liu Ya and the two new teachers looked at him with flattering smiles on their faces; Zhang Jinwu asked casually: How do you change it? What's it called?

You Hongshan thought about it: What is it called? Jiang Ku died? It's not very good, let's call Jiang Xuejie. In the past two years, there have been a lot of people who have learned from Lei Xuefeng and Xuejie.

Du Pu quipped: Although the name is just a symbol, it can't be changed casually for fashion. Why don't you call You Xuejie?

You Hongshan said proudly: When I was a child, my name was You Hongshan, to commemorate the great flood that my mother gave birth to me on the hillside. In five or eight years, he was admitted to junior high school, and he held high three red flags and changed them to red flags. The difference between one word and the meaning is sublimated!

Jiang Lesheng held his chin in his hand and didn't say a word. Later, I got up and said to myself: I'll go to the toilet, it's convenient.

Later, Du Pu asked him why he allowed You Hongshan to slander him? He said: It is human nature to seek pleasure and avoid suffering, good life, evil and death, and now it has become a feudal cultivator to be criticized, and telling him that these are equivalent to playing the harp to the cow. Needless to say, the greatest contempt is to be speechless.

In the first class of the day, each class still attends mathematics, and there are only two people left in the office, Jiang Lesheng and Cong Jing.

In this class, You Hongshan was not in his soul, sneaking out of the classroom every once in a while, eavesdropping under the window of the cat's office, and sometimes suddenly pushing the door in under the pretext of pulling something. But every time they didn't see the slightest abnormality, the two people in the room silently did their own thing.

When the autumn wind rose in October, Cong Jing's eyes were inflamed and itchy and itchy, so Ye Xiaona prescribed medicated eye ointment and instructed her to apply it alternately at regular intervals. It's okay to drop the potion, but it's more difficult to apply eye ointment, and you can't open your eyelids when you can't apply eyelashes. Li Feng, who was sitting next to her, was in a hurry to go to class, and didn't bother to help her apply eye ointment. It was still early before the end of class, Cong Jing was itchy and couldn't bear to greet Jiang Lesheng and said: Liu, put on eye ointment.

Cong Jing celebrated her birthday last month, and the painting "Ode to Lotus" sent by Jiang Lesheng has a deep meaning. She asked: Who does the half weeping willow represent? Jiang Lesheng confessed: Me. Cong Jing chuckled and bent over. Since then, when no one has been around, they have mischievously called him "Willow", and he is happy to agree; And he still calls her Teacher Cong in a proper manner.

Jiang Lesheng was so intently correcting the composition that she screamed twice before she heard it. He washed his hands and took the eye ointment, carefully unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and Cong Jing turned his face and opened his eyelids and waited for the medicine to be applied. Her soft cheeks were like lotus petals, and the faint fragrance of her neck went straight into his nostrils. The two had never been so close to each other, and they could both feel each other's snorts. Jiang Lesheng couldn't help but feel his heart beat and his ears were hot, his hands were trembling slightly, and he couldn't squeeze it out at first, and he piled a large amount of ointment on her eyelashes. Cong Jing blushed and said angrily: You are so stupid!

Before the words fell, the door was slammed open, and it hit the wall with a "bang". You Hongshan froze at the door, glaring at them viciously. Jiang Lesheng instinctively took half a step back and laughed at himself: I'm stupid, why don't you let Teacher You paint it.

He handed the ointment to You Hongshan, who didn't look at it and walked away - he finally caught the scene he wanted to find and the last thing he wanted to see, and confirmed that he had guessed correctly.

As soon as he got to work the next day, Wu Bande, director of the Political Department, called Principal Lin: This unhealthy trend must be stopped! Hugging and kissing in the office during work hours, not like words, who and whom? You really don't know? You are a derelict principal! Must review! We must not be soft-hearted and tolerate adultery, and we must not allow such things to happen again!