The various fighting regiments on the land of Kyushu returned to the sea like a hundred rivers and carried out a great alliance to form revolutionary committees, and the people gradually began to enter a stage of recuperation. Early in the morning, the playground in Qinglong Primary School was lively, and the loudspeakers repeatedly played popular songs about reading red treasure books.

The moderator announced the start of the Lecture Conference. Chen Qingying said in Dahong's ear: "Yang Dahong, the speech that won the first place should be recommended to the commune radio station. Come on! Li Ruiqin also clenched her fists to cheer up, and Ju Xiang said silently in her heart: "Brother Dahong, I believe in you." ”

In the warm applause, Dahong took the stage to speak: "There are thousands of treasures in the world, ten thousand kinds of treasures, and the red treasure book is the most treasured treasure." Thousands of books, thousands of books, I love to read the Red Book. And imprint it in the brain, dissolve it in the blood, and implement it in action......" The audience stared at him with a pair of idiotic eyes and sighed: "Ah, my hair is unkempt, and I am dressed in poor clothes...... But his face is square, his demeanor is free and easy, hehehehe, heehe, what a weirdo. ”

"Yang Huamei, what are you secretly happy about? Let you speak. The classmate sitting next to her said Qiaoqiao.

Hua Mei was fourteen or fifteen years old (at that time, rural children there were generally eight or nine years old) with a fair complexion, dignified and quiet; The body is slender and curvaceous; Angular lips make a crisp and pleasant sound when you open your mouth.

"It is not difficult for a person to do some good deeds, but it is difficult to do good deeds and not do bad deeds in a lifetime......"

The sun in the sky and the applause at the venue cheered for her together.

Dahong exclaimed in his heart: "Wow, she is so much like the little girl in her dream, she is exactly the same!" That bizarre and strange dream swooped out of my mind at this moment:

In summer, the sun is almost noon, and the sun is soft. Dahong and Juxiang made mud dolls on the ridge and went home to lie on the threshold stone and dozed off. The song of birds in the bamboo forest, the chirping of cicadas on the yellow cypress tree, and the humming and singing of mud bees next to the bamboo rafters of the grass house are combined into a beautiful lullaby. He lazily closed his eyes, his mind flickering and his dreams flickering.

A wild flood, a hurricane, the distant mountains shook, and the paraquat broke. A group of multi-headed and legless beasts, constantly changing colors, roaring and roaring, rushing towards them.

Dahong struggled desperately, but he couldn't move half a step, and shouted hoarsely, but he couldn't hear a sound.

The flow of people is like a tidal wave rushing by.

"Help me!"

Indifferent faces, unresponsive, followed one after another.

"Ah, Shulin, Hongzhong, Wenzhi, Dongxiu, pull me up!"

They are like strange faces, only caring about themselves and running for their lives.

"Ah, sister, Juxiang......"

They stopped and watched, as if they were helpless, but they still went with the flow of people.

"Mommy, Mommy!"

Dahong was overjoyed, and Yang Wudeng stretched out his hand, but he couldn't do it...... He felt desperate and painful: "It seems that no one can rely on this road, but on his own!" He wiped away his tears, stopped calling for help, and silently gathered his strength, ready to fight the monster to the death. Suddenly, he saw Ju Xiang flying towards him, but there was no previous excitement and expectation in his heart.

"Ah, she's not Juxiang......"

The little girl is beautiful and elegant, wearing plum blossoms on her chest, and a light behind her. Breaking free from the inertia of the rush of people alone, he ran to him without hesitation. In an instant, the monster that had approached disappeared. She stood still, looking at him with a look of composure. Resolutely turning, he rose with her.

"Oh my God!"

The monster had chased after its feet, its head up and roaring. They were getting taller and farther away. The sky gradually obscured the fog barrier, and the wind and rain were sluggish. He felt something heavy on his body, getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't breathe.

Slowly landing on the mountain lawn, the wind and green grass and flowers, the bird language ancient village nursery rhyme. In a flash, the ancient village turned into a fabulous palace in front of him, and he walked into the huge hall hand in hand with her, full of people and delicacies.

"Dahong is really good!"

Everyone he knew and didn't know was praising him, but the little girl was gone. In an instant, the heavens and the earth shook.

"Turtle son is a bad seed!"

The crowd complained and fled. He was left alone, looking at the mess in a daze. The little girl flew in, silently picked him up and began to rise again......

……

Ju Xiang walked from under the rhubarb cypress tree, and saw Da Hong sleeping on the threshold stone, sweat beads rolling, and the muscles on his face were tense. So he took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, timidly touched his face, smiled shyly, and hurriedly removed his hand. Dahong was still in the dreamland, a group of fierce and vicious, masked, beast-headed and human-headed beast-bodyed, and indescribable inhuman monsters followed closely, and he and the little girl held hands and desperately walked through the thorny jungle, and finally were forced to climb the cliff. The little girl said, "Jump down, maybe there is a way ......to live," Dahong nodded, and jumped down with her in his arms......

Da Hung muttered, suddenly roared, kicked a few times, sat up from the threshold stone, and was terrified.

"Brother Da Hong, are you dreaming?" "Hmm." "Did you dream of me?" "But you ignore me just like everyone else."

……

Dahong held back his memories and said in his heart: "Well, she is her." It's just that now she has grown into a big girl, and she doesn't wear plum blossoms on her chest, and she doesn't have that brilliance behind her. ”

"First place, Yang Huamei." It was announced on the radio at the venue.