At first——, under the bright lights, the chubby female director of the TV station waved her hand, and the photographer pointed the black hole at me. The director also held the microphone in front of me. I think they're aiming their guns at me. I was sweating on my head and my lips were trembling, and said, "Shall you take the muzzle and muzzle of the gun away?" Or I can't start!

The director smiled charmingly. She said, "No!" In that case, we can't do the show, so you can overcome the difficulties and cooperate!

I can't help it, they came all the way from Beijing to carry the guys, and they brought me a box of gifts, just to find me as an old man to record a few shots, I can't cooperate and can't say anything. I said, where to start?

The director said, let's start with the 5 yuan you borrow!

At the mention of the five dollars, I suddenly calmed down. My sweat started to subside and my lips stopped shaking. I felt like I had gone back more than 50 years.

In May 1953, I graduated from school and was assigned to work in Tianshui, Gansu. One day, my family was in urgent need of money, so I borrowed 5 yuan from my colleague Wanquan. When Wanquan gave me the money, he said, I am also relatively tight, Liu Yiqiu, you can remember, I will pay back my salary after I am paid, and I am still waiting to go back to my hometown to marry my daughter-in-law! I remembered Wanquan's words, I can't delay people marrying daughters-in-law, don't you say? So, half a month later, I received a 6 yuan allowance and hurried to pay it back. But Wanquan went to the countryside to squat. I just had to wait for him to come back. A month later, Wanquan didn't come back, and I left. I left Tianshui and was transferred to Yumen to engage in oil exploration. Those who engage in exploration are soldiers of flowing water. Where there's oil, we go there. I flowed through Qinghai, Xinjiang, Daqing in Northeast China, Shengli in Shandong, and finally to Renqiu Oilfield in Hebei...... It flowed back and forth like this until my stream was almost dry, and I didn't have a chance to pay back the 5 yuan.

It's not that I don't want to pay it back, we're not the ones who pay the bills. It's just that we don't know where that kid is working. I also wrote to my original unit many times to inquire, but the letters were all lost. It wasn't until 1976 that I met another old colleague that I had the exact news that I had been transferred to other places not long after I left Tianshui. In 1965, Wanquan fell seriously ill and returned to his hometown, and later ...... It's gone. My tears fell in a flash and smashed the ground into a hole. Wanquan, Wanquan, you short-lived ghost, aren't you hurting me? I still owe you 5 yuan, why did you leave like this? Do you marry a daughter-in-law? Do you have enough money to marry a daughter-in-law? Did you get sick because of 5 yuan? Are you just short of this 5 yuan and not seeing a good disease? Did you still hold a grudge against me when you died? Do you think I'm a scammer who borrows money and doesn't pay it back? I cried everything, and I cried myself. I owe a debt of conscience.

I have to pay it off as soon as possible. I immediately ran to the post office and remitted 50 yuan according to the address of my old colleague. But he was soon returned.

Thousands of rivers and mountains, a vast sea of people. I don't know what's going on here. I would like to have the opportunity to go there myself. In 1992, I retired. Oilfield arranged for me to go to Shaanxi for recuperation. I knew my chance had come. It's not far from Gansu, that is, it's time for me to pay this debt.

So, I gave up on recuperation. I went to the station to buy a ticket. Why do you say it's just such a little back, on the way, I was fucking hit by a car. His life was fine, but one leg was lost in the hospital. My wife and son hurried over and took me back to the oil field to recuperate. The son kept complaining that the unit let you come to recuperate, not to let you crash. If you want to hit us at home, run this far away, we can't do it-I heard this, waved my hand and wanted to slap him, but he was dodged by his kid. I wanted him to go to Gansu for a trip, but the words came to his lips and swallowed back.

I was lying in the hospital bed, thinking about the 5 yuan. I said to myself, Liu Yiqiu, Liu Yiqiu, you are a trustworthy person, but why do you have a burden of not being trustworthy!

I told my wife the story of the 5 yuan. I begged my wife to help me unload this burden. My wife agreed. In the spring of 2008, I got on a crutch and with the support of my wife, I got on the train to the west. Two days later, we arrived in Tianshui City. Three days later, we arrived at Wanquan's hometown. People in the village said that there used to be a man named Wanquan, and after he died, his wife and children remarried to a small mountain village dozens of miles away.

There are no cars there. My wife, who had a heart attack, said, "Shall we still go?" Or leave the money behind and let people take it away. I said, no, I have to send it myself, people have to be trustworthy. I've been delaying for so many years, I can't delay any longer!

I climbed the mountain road on crutches alone. I know it's hard for me to climb the mountain at my age. But I have to climb. Finally, before dark, I came to the small mountain village. I found Wanquan's son, Wanfu......

The chubby female director who stopped ——, interrupted my narration with a wave of her hand. She said, "I'll know the rest of the story." We have gone to the house of Wanfu. You give Wanfu 500 yuan with interest, and you tell him the story of borrowing 5 yuan in half a century. Wanfu, who had a difficult family, accepted the money, but he didn't spend it indiscriminately. He went to the bazaar and bought a pair of blue and white porcelain vases. One was placed in the most conspicuous place in his house, and he said that he wanted to take it as a family heirloom; One entrusts us to bring to your old man, and that is the gift we bring to you!

The female director opened the box, took out the blue and white porcelain vase, and placed it in front of me. I stroked the porcelain vase and couldn't help but cry.

The photographer quickly moved the camera from my face to the porcelain vase. There, the blue and white flowers bloomed, crystal clear, as if there was a dark fragrance vein.