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Song Yunhui couldn't bear it anymore, and finally quarreled with his father Song Jishan for a few words, picked up the flat pole and picked up two empty bamboo baskets and rushed out of the house.

Outside, the sun was scorching, and the August sun was scorching and the ground was steaming hot. The unobstructed machine farming road is empty, the freshly sown late rice on both sides of the road is sparse, and even the most ordinary cicadas in summer seem to be far away in the sky, and there is a dead silence all around. Song Yunhui rushed out of the uneven stone road of the village and plunged headlong into this hot and uninhabited land.

Because of the family composition, Song Yunhui has endured it since he was a child. The father, who was supposed to be a middle peasant, was a little medical when he was young, but he was captured by the Kuomintang in the last period of the Liberation War and treated the wounded for two months, and only fled home after the defeat of the Kuomintang. Song Yunhui has been called a dog cub since he was a child, and when he first entered elementary school, the children had to spit out "phew" beside him in order to show their position, so as to show that their roots were red. Soon, the hard-working and studious Song Yunhui made the children change their position, but he still had no friends, and any child who was a little close to him would be warned by his parents.

Because he missed the vigorous revolutionary movement, Song Yunhui had to put away the wildness of boys and become a little sheep who studied the books of sages hard. His sister Song Yunping, who is two years older than him, is sensible and always tells her younger brother to know his identity and not always do things that cross the line, which makes Song Yunhui, who is like a newborn calf, very detained. He had a debate with his sister, but his little boy's presumptuousness was always melted by the tears of his mother and sister in the end, and he could only endure it, and he could only know it.

Song Yunhui became silent as a result. But silence and cleverness can win the friendship of children, but not the kindness of adults. Last year, he graduated from junior high school and went to the street to knock on the seal with his annual No. 1 report card and high school registration form, but was thrown back by the director of the street revolutionary committee. The director frowned and said earnestly, Song Jishan's son? Isn't your sister in high school? With this kind of composition in your family, it is already very good to give a place to go to high school, and the high school in our socialist country is not for people like you.

Song Yunhui still wanted to argue with reason, but was dragged back by Song Yunping, who was chasing after him. Later, it was the junior high school teacher who helped him find a way to find a policy, saying that he would join the queue to support the peasants and let the poor middle peasants be educated for one year, and then he could sign up for high school when he came back. In order to study, Song Yunhui, who was growing up, picked up his luggage and went to a more remote mountain village without hesitation. He didn't bring anything else, except for daily necessities, only his sister's high school textbooks.

I didn't expect there to be good people in the mountain village. In the mountain village where Song Yunhui cut the queue, the captain saw that the hair on his mouth did not grow, and arranged for him to raise pigs with others. Although the pig farm stinks, the work is idle, and Song Yunhui almost instinctively arranges his time in an orderly manner, and takes care of the affairs of the pig farm in an orderly manner, but he has a lot of free time. Idle, Song Yunhui in addition to self-study, or self-study, he finds fun from learning, in front of books, he does not need to review, do not reflect, as long as he masters knowledge, he becomes the master of knowledge. He was so happy that he thought that if he went on there, he would be able to enroll in high school in a year.

Even if Song Yunhui is so angry now, he still won't forget one day in late autumn last year, when the sky was high and windy, and the face of his sister who came to see him didn't know if it was because of excitement or because she was walking in a hurry, and her cheeks were red and red. Sister Song Yunping brought a hand-copied piece of paper, Song Yunhui looked at it carefully, and still remembers the key points intermittently: "Everything...... As long as you meet the conditions, you can apply for the exam...... Voluntary registration, unified examination...... More than just ingredients...... The political trial mainly depends on one's political performance...... There are two main points of admission: the first is that I perform well, and the second is that I am admitted on the basis of merit. ”

Song Yunhui remembers that he and his sister were screaming excitedly, overpowering the screams of the pigs in the pigsty. High school is not rare, and it seems that this year's winter college entrance examination will not be able to catch up, the two sisters and brothers swore that they would study hard for a winter and a spring, and catch up with the exam next summer, Song Yunhui's self-study has a clear motive.

It was only today that Song Yunhui realized his naivety at that time. Yes, the test questions are not too difficult for him, and he will be able to judge the series and parallel connection of circuits in the physics test questions in junior high school. His sister's classmates and even the eldest brother and sister who were ten years older than him all surrounded him, a yellow-mouthed child, for answers, and he was still so proud at that time. As expected, he and his sister were notified of the physical examination at the same time, and everyone roughly guessed that it was because the scores of the sister and brother came up. Someone began to develop pink eye, and rumors began to surround their siblings. Last year, the street director's remark that "the high schools in our socialist countries are not for such people" filled the whole process of political trial. Sister Song Yunping cried bitterly for a day, and strongly asked to give up the opportunity to go to college to her younger brother, because she was an older sister, how could she take her brother's share of high school. Ingredients are deeply imprinted on them, how can they be so easy to cross?

Today, Song Yunhui went home with two baskets of sweet potatoes to inquire about the news, but he didn't expect that the admission letters of those with worse scores than him had already come down, and he didn't have it yet. They have sacrificed Song Yunping's political trial, but there is still no news of his notice. Song Yunhui probed around for a while, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and yelled at his father a sentence that had been held in his heart for a long time: "You are all harmed!" ”

But after yelling at his father, Song Yunhui himself was not comfortable, thinking of his father's pale face, he regretted it. He had no choice but to throw himself under the poisonous sun and torture himself to atone for his sins. But the worst thing he felt about was his college dreams, which may have been shattered. It is said that he has been in the queue for a year enough, and he can ask to end his labor and come back to high school, but he thinks with hatred in his heart, with this ingredient on his back, he can't even seize such a good opportunity this year, what hope is there in this life, what books do he still study and what high school do he study! He died of suffocation in a mountain village, at least the people there never discriminated against him.

Song Yunhui was dizzy with anger and dizzy from heat, but he held back his breath and walked more than 20 kilometers without stopping, returning to the mountain village where he cut the queue. The sun was already hanging on the side of the mountain, and the heat around it was finally waning.

Unexpectedly, when he entered the village, the women's director pushed a brigade of public bicycles to meet him, and shouted while stuffing the bicycle into his arms: "Quick, your father has drunk pesticides and sent them to the county health center, you ride the car in the team quickly, be careful on the road." Quick, don't be stunned. ”

Where can Song Yunhui not be stunned, he stood there like five thunderbolts, and his legs were weak. He didn't hear what the women's director said later, and there was only one thought in his head: Dad was the one who killed him. He ended up getting on the bike somehow, sleepwalking, but rushing to the county hospital at a crooked speed.

When he fell twice and rushed to the county hospital, it was dark in the morning. He didn't know that he was hungry, so he found the inpatient ward and rushed in. Before he could find his father's hospital bed, his mother saw him first. His mother didn't say a word, took off her shoes and hit her head and face, and never wanted to move her son's finger to scold her son for a word, and her mother was constantly thinking at this time: "You brute, you brute......" Song Yunhui himself also felt that he was a brute, his father was arrested by the Kuomintang back then, and now his children can't be admitted to college because of him, how can he not be heartbroken as a father? How could he still stab his father in the heart? Of course, he couldn't fight back, scolded and scolded, and stood in the inpatient ward and was beaten by his mother.

Seeing her son like this, the mother couldn't do it anymore, so she threw down her shoes and cried bitterly. Song Yunping came up and hugged her mother, and said sternly to her younger brother: "Dad is okay for the time being, you apologize to Dad yourself." If there is a case, I will pull your tendons and pick your skin. Song Yunhui was resigned, so he was able to get close to his father's hospital bed.

This night, the mother and son didn't close their eyes. Three people, six eyes, paid close attention to Song Jishan's face from black to blue, from green to white, to the ups and downs of his chest when he breathed, and to pay attention to his pulse from weak to strong. Mother and sister kept crying, only Song Yunhui didn't cry, he gritted his teeth and didn't cry. He made the mistake, and he will take it.

This night, Song Yunhui understood a truth very clearly, it turned out that people can't make mistakes. Like his father, the two months before liberation can ruin two generations; If he lost his mind, he almost regretted it for the rest of his life. Fortunately, the father was rescued, otherwise ...... Song Yunhui didn't dare to think about it, he couldn't regret it.

Song Jishan's eyes opened with the rising sun the next day. When he came back to his soul and saw the pale mother and son in front of him, he shed tears before he spoke, and his lips trembled for a long time before he spit out a sentence: "I'm sorry for you, I'm still dead." ”

The three people gathered around the bedside were rejoicing at the resurrection of their loved ones, and they were sad to hear this. Song Yunhui's nerves that had been tense all night collapsed, and he involuntarily knelt down, resting his head on the edge of the bed and silently shedding tears. Or Song Yunping reprimanded: "Dad, don't talk nonsense." Let's not talk about it again. ”

Song Jishan sighed, struggling to pull up his son, but the mother was busy crying and pulling her son up, and the family cried together.

It was Song Yunhui who pushed a bicycle to carry his father out of the hospital, and the mother and daughter supported them in the back, one left and one right, and it was very difficult to return home. Song Jishan couldn't go all the way, sighed all the way, and let the mother and son rest all the way. The group walked for half a day before arriving at the edge of the village. The stone road into the village was not easy to walk, so Song Yunhui simply handed over the bicycle to his sister, squatted down and asked his father to lie on his back, and he wanted to carry his father home. Song Jishan felt sorry for his son, he refused to live or die, and he had to go back by himself. But as soon as he took a step, he stumbled under his feet, hit his son's back, and was picked up by his son. Song Jishan lay weakly on his son's immature back, feeling his son's difficulty, he burst into tears, and tears burned his son's back.

Song Yunhui was at the end of his crossbow at this time, he hadn't slept all night, and it was so hot that it was already difficult to walk back from the county seat, not to mention that he was still carrying a person on his back. However, the disaster was caused by him, even if he was cramped and skinned by his sister, he could not redeem his regrets, in the face of all kinds of eyes shot by the probe in the village, he gritted his teeth and died, he didn't think about anything, his eyes only had the stone road under his feet.

One step, one step, one step...... I don't know how many steps I walked, and I finally arrived home. Song Yunhui squatted slightly and asked his mother to help his father land. The pressure on his back had just disappeared, and he had lost all his strength, and his legs were limp and he sat on the ground, only to feel that his throat was sweet, and Venus was running around in front of him. The sister who had just opened the door exclaimed when she saw this, and turned around to help her younger brother. But I heard my father also exclaim: "...... on the ground"

Song Yunhui watched in astonishment as his sister picked up the envelope, and when he saw the bright red school name at the bottom right of the envelope handed over, he also snatched the envelope, but handed it to his father, and a thousand feelings came to his heart, he couldn't say anything, only cried one by one: "Dad...... Father...... Daddy......"

Tears from father and son dripped onto the hard-won vellum envelope.