The villagers hoped that God would bless the whole village and let every household have a bumper harvest and peace, so they named the village "Feng'an".

After the liberation, Feng'an Village was still poor, and there were not many people who studied, so Zhang Qiang, a high school student, became the only talent in the village, and after returning to the village, he was appointed as the secretary of the brigade and the secretary of the Youth League branch.

That night, the old branch secretary found Zhang Qiang and said solemnly: "Qiangzi, the commune has divided thirty educated youths to our village, and I have already notified the farm, ready to eat and live, you will send a big car to each of the five production teams tomorrow and lead them to the commune to pick up people." ”

"Okay, I'll arrange it."

For the tasks arranged by the old branch secretary, Zhang Qiang has always agreed simply.

At night, Lin Meng's figure always appeared in front of Zhang Qiang's eyes, how he hoped that one of the thirty educated youths would be her. As soon as the day was slightly light, he hurriedly shouted at the handlebar sleeve, and was the first to rush to the commune.

In the conference room, more than 100 educated youths were listening attentively to the speech of the party secretary. Zhang Qiang leaned on the glass window and looked in, trying to find the familiar face in his memory. The meeting was dismissed, and the commune clerk gave the name of the village by village.

"Feng'an Village!"

"Here."

"You take these thirty people."

Zhang Qiang looked at the young men who were carrying quilts and large bags and small bags, and began to count "one, two, three, four" in his mouth.

"Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, why is there one left, who is it? Please come quickly. ”

At this moment, a thin and quiet girl with a somewhat haggard face walked over.

"It's you!"

The moment they saw each other, the two shouted out in unison, and they were both stunned. Zhang Qiang was the first to reflect, and he ran over to help Lin Meng carry the quilt.

"How's Auntie's illness? You're so skinny! ”

"Let's go, let's talk about it when we're free."

Zhang Qiang's concern did not make Lin Meng feel happy, she said lightly, turned her head and left.

As soon as he entered the house, Zhang Qiang shouted: "Mom, hurry up and cook, I have to go to the commune for a meeting in the afternoon, hehe......"

Hearing her son's shout, Zhang Qiang's mother put down the work in her hand and looked at him for a while before slowly asking: "Qiang, did you encounter any happy events today, why are you so happy?" ”

"It's a meeting, of course." Zhang Qiang said excitedly.

In the afternoon, Zhang Qiang and the cadres of the brigade went to visit the educated youth, and the branch secretary wanted to leave after speaking, but after thinking about it, he added: "There is one more thing to tell you, the party branch of the brigade has decided that Zhang Qiang, secretary of the Youth League branch, will serve as the captain of the educated youth team. ”

Speaking of this, the old branch secretary paused and waved his hand to Zhang Qiang: "Zhang Qiang, come over and say hello to everyone." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was warm applause all around, and Zhang Qiang walked up embarrassedly.

"I don't have anything to say, anyway, we have to work together, and we will help each other in the future."

At dusk, the team cadres left one after another. Zhang Qiang and Lin Meng also walked out of the farm, and they walked along the wide production road towards the river embankment.

Zhang Qiang originally wanted to ask Lin Meng about the situation after leaving school, but when he saw her face full of gloom, he swallowed back the words on his lips.

The two walked silently until they reached the embankment before stopping. Zhang Qiang casually plucked a small grass to hide the anxiety in his heart, and after waiting for a while, he asked tentatively, "Is there anything going on at home?" ”

Lin Meng looked into the distance motionlessly, as if she hadn't heard Zhang Qiang's words, and after a long time, she said, "I'm uncomfortable, I don't know how to tell you." ”

"We're old classmates, you still can't trust me, if you have anything, just say it, I will definitely help you."

Looking at Lin Meng's sad eyes, Zhang Qiang solemnly assured.

Looking at Zhang Qiang's serious expression, Lin Meng was both moved and helpless, she sighed and said: "After my father died, my mother also fell ill, and the pension was given to my mother, but it didn't get better. Our family has no relatives to help, so my mother and I live on a monthly subsidy of 30 yuan, and we have no money to see a doctor. I reported to the neighborhood committee, and they said they wanted to study it. ”

At this point, Lin Meng sighed again, calmed down his emotions, and continued to speak.

"A week later, the neighborhood committee asked me to come over, saying that my problem had been studied and that it was appropriate for me to go to the countryside to exercise. They also said that my mother's identity ......"

Suddenly, the sun was gone, and a wave gradually rose on the river, and the small willow trees on the bank bent over.

Lin Meng stopped talking, she stared at the black clouds in the sky, looked at the willow trees on the shore, and let out a long lament.

"Look at this little willow tree, although it was bent over by the wind, it still has a time to straighten up, and I, I'm afraid I won't be able to straighten up in this life."

Listening to Lin Meng's sad story, Zhang Qiang didn't know how to comfort her.

After a while, when Lin Meng's mood stabilized, Zhang Qiang said softly: "Don't think too much, take care of Auntie's life, let's share it." ”

"Thank you, Zhang Qiang." Lin Meng looked at Zhang Qiang and was moved.

The black clouds pressed down, followed by rustling raindrops.

"The rain by the river will fall as soon as it is said, don't get your clothes wet, let's go back quickly." Zhang Qiang stood up and urged Lin Meng, but Lin Meng did not say anything, but looked at the splashing blisters in the river and thought about it.

The wind was getting stronger, the little willow trees swayed from side to side as if praying for themselves, and the waves in the river rose and became more and more turbulent. Lin Meng touched the rain on his forehead, but still had no intention of going back.

Does she want the rain to wash away the depression in her heart? Or do you want the rain to wash the dirt off your body?