When parting, Li Guizi took out forty yuan from his pocket: "This is a little bit of heart between me and Wang Tiesuo." We have a salary of dozens of yuan every month, and we have to support our daughter-in-law and children, and there are still old people in our hometown. ”

Liang Guocheng lived in Li Guizi's house, knowing that their life was difficult, he repeatedly excused himself: "You have already helped me so much, how can I ask for your money?" And it's not easy for you! ”

The two passed the buck to each other, Li Guizi insisted on giving, but Liang Guocheng resolutely refused. Lao Shandong took the money from Li Guizi, took out thirty yuan from his pocket and said: "It's easy to live at home, but it's difficult to go out for a while." Take it, what difficulties will you encounter along the way? With some money in your pocket, at least you won't starve to death! ”

The three people who said it all laughed, but laughter was bitter, especially Liang Guocheng, laughing was worse than crying. Liang Guocheng held seventy yuan in his hand, which was a worker's salary for a month and a half, and he really couldn't bear it, and said: "This is what my comrades-in-arms saved from their mouths." ”

Lao Shandong said: "Don't say anything else, help you we don't have a reason, just because we are comrades-in-arms!" ”

The train from the northeast to Beijing, running for two days, one night and half a day, because it is a truck, there is very little parking along the road, except for adding coal and water. After arriving in Beijing, Lao Shandong completed the pick-up procedures and inquired about the departure time of each car and the destination of the station. When it got dark, he quietly bypassed the sight of the officer on duty and put him on the convertible wagon.

Because the captain of the escort car was afraid of getting into trouble, he resolutely refused to take a living person into the car, so he had to let him get into the convertible box. Although it was windy and dirty in the convertible, he didn't know how to arrange for him to stay one more night. Because there was a letter of introduction from the unit for accommodation in Beijing, and food stamps were required for meals, in those years, no matter how tight the money was, it was possible to squeeze a few yuan a month, and without food stamps, the family could only go hungry.

Liang Guocheng left, and Lao Shandong was melancholy. It is said that there is nothing wrong with helping old comrades-in-arms, and he should be happy to send his comrades-in-arms away safely, but he can't be happy in his heart. After the war, the soldiers have no smoke from the battlefield, and now that they are peaceful and their lives are better, in fact, they miss those sacrificed comrades-in-arms more.

When I saw my former comrades-in-arms, especially those who were wounded, I always had a special feeling. But as a party member who has been cultivated by the party for many years, bypassing the organization to help someone like this, I don't know if this is suspected of deception to the organization? Although Li Guizi and Wang Tiesuo's two comrades-in-arms are very reliable, he can also be sure that Liang Guocheng was injured by a gunshot wound, but after all, he was illegally smuggled over. I have not relied on the help of the organization, relying on the help of my comrades-in-arms, I can return to my hometown of Shanxi, and after you go back, you still rely on the strength of the organization, otherwise you will not be able to survive.

Liang Guocheng sat on the train, thinking that he would go to Shijiazhuang tomorrow morning, and if it went well, he would arrive in Taiyuan in a day or two, and he couldn't close his eyes after an excited night. In his image, his family is still a wealthy merchant. It's still a big house, there is a lot of traffic in front of the door, and the guys are busy. As everyone knows, the shops have completed the socialist transformation, and all of them have implemented public-private partnerships.

The country has established a hukou system, and people like him who do not have hukou are black. It is necessary to go through strict scrutiny, especially for smugglers, who are very likely to be regarded as enemy agents.

When I arrived in Shijiazhuang, it was just dawn, because there was no attendant to pick up the truck, only the signalman and the dispatcher. Liang Guocheng threw the crutch out of the car first, and then went down the ladder. The dispatcher thought he was stealing the car, and saw that he was wearing a railway uniform and was a disabled person on crutches. didn't say anything, and helped him pick up the crutches. He smiled at the dispatch and thanked him, and turned around to be stopped by the dispatcher and pointed him out of the station.

Shijiazhuang was originally a small village gradually developed, the station is not big, there is a small square, two rows of bungalows on both sides of the square, a few merchants selling breakfast, are lighting a fire to prepare for business. Sitting in the convertible car and blowing the wind all night, my body was cold to the bones. Now facing the rising sun, it is warm on the body.

He felt hungry and wanted to buy something to eat, so he touched the money on his body, and was a little reluctant. I feel that he has not been at home for so many years, and his grandfather is old, so he should buy some gifts for his grandfather. He swallowed hard, sat down on the steps in front of the station, and fell asleep in a daze.

As he was sleeping, someone shook his shoulder: "Wake up!" Wake up! ”

He opened his eyes sleepily, and a large man in a police uniform stood in front of him and pushed him. The man was too big, like an iron tower. Stand before him, and cover the sun that shines on him. He suddenly fell asleep, stood up in horror, did not catch the crutches and fell down again.

If the police check his identity information, he will not have anything to prove his identity, not even a minimum train ticket, and he may be detained in today's household registration management. If he is detained, he will not reveal his true identity, and the organization will not be able to investigate and restore his identity as a volunteer soldier. But when he said the truth of the matter, he couldn't restore his identity, and he put Li Guizi, Wang Tiesuo, Lao Shandong, who helped him, and his comrades-in-arms who helped him fell into a situation from which they could never recover!

The big cop is a road cop and has no malicious intent. Seeing him wearing a railway uniform, he felt that he was all walking together, and when he saw the crutches beside him, he felt pity. Worried that he would catch a cold when he fell asleep on a cold day, he pushed him just to wake him up.

The big policeman smiled, helped him to sit down on the steps again, sat down next to him, took a cigarette out of his pocket and gave it to him, he waved his hand to indicate that he did not smoke. The big cop didn't see any signs in him, let alone suspect his disability. It's just that he treats him as a system, and he feels closer than the outside unit.

"Meet me, my name is Zhang Hu, and I'm a road policeman. Which road bureau are you? The big policeman lit a cigarette and held out a hand.

Liang Guocheng hesitated for a moment, his brain spun rapidly, whether to tell the truth. In the end, reason prevailed over reality and replied: "I am from the Taiyuan Road Bureau." I went to Beijing to see a doctor and prepared to go back to Taiyuan. ”

"I saw you pick up the train. What difficulties did you encounter? ”

Liang Guocheng stared at Zhang Hu in surprise, this tower-like man, if he was caught as a pickpocket thief on the platform, he would stare at him, he would be like a fierce god. But he always smiled at him, he paid attention to his eyes, and kept staring at his road clothes. It dawned on him that he had regarded him as a colleague. He had an idea and thought of what Li Guizi had said about commuter tickets, which are a free ticket for taking care of internal workers on the railway.

"I lost my commuter ticket, and I can't go home without that," he said. ”

"You wait a minute." Zhang Hu stood up, walked quickly into the ticket hall, bought a ticket and came out: "The train will depart until Taiyuan at one o'clock in the afternoon." Although the money is not much, I have patients at home, so I can only help you so much. ”

Liang Guocheng lied, and he was already ashamed. Now he is believed to be a lie again, and he does not hesitate to help him weave a story with a lie, which makes him red-faced. For the first time, he felt that he was deceiving an honest man with a lie. He wanted to tell Zhang Hu the truth, but he was worried that he would live up to his kindness.

Now that I'm telling the truth, I'm afraid he'll think he's cheating. It is easy for people to make up a lie without intention, but it is more uncomfortable for a lie to be believed and to be helped by an honest person than to be exposed in person, because it is embarrassing to be exposed, and it is tormenting to be believed by others!

"This ...... This ......"

"Just look at your leg and know it's a gunshot wound. I also served as a soldier, I am very strong, and I carry a heavy machine gun! At this time, someone on the platform called him, and as he walked, he turned around: "Don't miss the train!" ”

Zhang Hu shook his tall body, entered the platform and waved his hand to him and left.

Liang Guocheng came back to his senses, looked at the ticket in his hand, and felt a sense of guilt. Although there were only three yuan and eight cents on the ticket, I wanted to catch up and return the money to Zhang Hu. But just now I took the ticket, which is equivalent to accepting the help of others, and then going to find someone else to refund the money, that is, I don't want the help of others, so what does Zhang Hu think? He remembered Zhang Hu's words, I also served as a soldier, in fact, Zhang Hu conveyed to him a comradeship.

Since he smuggled back, all the way from the border to Hebei, which step is not the help of his comrades-in-arms. This kind of friendship with blood dripping on a piece of land will never be understood by those who are not on the battlefield!

In the afternoon, the train stopped for one stop in half an hour. Basically, as soon as he accelerated, he started braking again. The sun had just gone down and the train had arrived at its destination. Liang Guocheng was cold and hungry, followed the crowd who got off the train, and got out of the station. This is a place he is familiar with, every street and alley, every hawker's cry, he feels very intimate. He wanted to buy something to eat, touched the money in his pocket, and felt that he was almost home, and he could save some. He swallowed hard and turned his head to walk in the direction of home.

His family is a businessman, and naturally he is also in the most prosperous commercial street. Before the liberation of the north, most of the merchants sold goods on the front façade, and the backyard was the housing of the family members of the storehouse and the shopkeeper. He went to school before the liberation, and participated in the nursing school before and after the liberation of Beiping.

The North Korean front was conscripted from the school, and only a letter came to the family, so he enlisted in the army and went to North Korea. In his impression, there are two peaks in the store every day, the first is after breakfast, the winter is not too cold, the summer is not too hot, killing goods, and the second is every day in the evening, after dinner, people have time to kill.

At this time, it should be the most lively time, the merchants on both sides of the road are asking for prices, and the small traders in the middle of the road are shouting constantly. As soon as I walked into the business district today, the shops were closed, and there was no prosperity in my impression, and it was miserable.

He couldn't figure out what was going on, but he felt that he had been liberated, the people's government had been established, and commerce should have been more prosperous. He is unaware of the changes in the country in North Korea, and has completed the transformation of the capital market, and private enterprises and businesses have all been public-private partnerships.

All materials were purchased and sold in a unified manner, basically eliminating private trading. The 12-hour day in private enterprises before liberation has now been changed to 8-hour work. Before the liberation, the guys who worked in the store basically had no time, they went to work before the store opened, settled the account after the store closed, sorted out the goods for the next day, and generally worked thirteen or fourteen hours.

The apprentice boy in the hotel, on call 24 hours a day, may sleep until midnight and wake up. Implement the eight-hour work system, at this time has already left work, and those who don't understand think that the market is withering.

The door panels on the shop are still the same, but they have been repainted. The door to his shop was open on one side, making it easier for the family to enter and exit. The black-painted gate can enter a small flat car, and every time the goods are purchased, the carriage arrives in front of the door, and the guys use the flat car to pull into the courtyard. The gate of a large house has a long aisle in front and back. Because of his grandfather, two stone turtles are placed on both sides of the aisle, implying the meaning of the old man's longevity.