At the end of 1968, Wang Ling and Wang Nan depended on each other, and Wang Xiu and his wife were still sent to labor reform. In that era when everything was based on ingredients, Wang Ling did countless kinds of hard work, and in order to prove that he was a complete middle-class poor peasant, and to draw a line with his parents, his work began by pulling manure for the community. At that time, Wang Ling pulled a two-wheeled cart with two large wooden barrels on top of it every day, and every morning before dawn, he had to collect all the toilets in the public toilet, and then push the cart to deliver these rare "nutrients" to the farm 20 miles away. This kind of work will inevitably be ridiculed by others, but as long as you return the mouth with one mouth, there will immediately be all kinds of "*** slogans" smashed down like raindrops, and since then Wang Ling has secretly vowed to get ahead in the future and wash away all the insults he has endured today.

In 1966, the college entrance examination was halted under the influence of the Cultural Revolution, and by 1968 many high school graduates were neither able to enter universities nor be placed in jobs, and the turmoil of the Cultural Revolution of '66-68 made the CCP leadership realize that they needed to find a way to resettle this group of young people before the situation spiraled out of control. On December 22, 1968, Mao Zedong instructed the People's Daily to publish an article entitled "We also have two hands, and we don't eat idle meals in the city", which quoted Mao Zedong's instruction that "it is necessary to ...... intellectual youth to go to the countryside and accept the re-education of poor and middle peasants".

In February 1969, just three days after the Spring Festival, because of the bad birth, the Wang family had basically cut off contact with relatives, Wang Ling went out of the car as usual in the morning, and when he came back at noon, the street director was already sitting at the door of his house with a red-headed document. As the saying goes, whoever comes in the first month is a guest, Wang Ling hurriedly wiped his hands and wanted to go over to open the door for him, while saying: "Director Fang, Happy New Year, please come to the house, I will make you a cup of tea......

Director Fang, who was slightly disdainful, looked at Wang Ling, who was sweating profusely, and hurriedly waved his hand first: "No need, no need, just stand here and say, there is a document above that stipulates that young intellectuals must go to the countryside to receive re-education from the middle and lower poor peasants." Didn't you go to middle school, and the organization also considered the composition of your parents, so the organization decided to send you to the countryside to receive re-education. ”

As soon as he heard this, Wang Ling was anxious, what is this called? He hurriedly said: "It's not Director Fang, I can't go, if I leave, my sister will be left alone, you know the situation in our family." ”

"Don't worry, we've already considered this, your sister will be sent to your uncle in Shaoxing to raise for the time being, the organization has already come forward to coordinate, and someone will come to take her away later, this is the instruction of Chairman Mao of the Party Central Committee, do you still want to escape?"

These words are like a mountain pressed down, and you can't be excused at all, Wang Ling's hand holding the towel is almost pinching blood, but in the face of Director Fang who is wearing gold wire glasses in the tunic, he is helpless like a leaf falling in the lake, and he can only be at the mercy of others. Silently took the notice from Director Fang's hand, and after a few hasty glances, he turned around and hugged his sister who was still sitting in the car and said softly: "Nan Nan, my brother is going to find my parents, you must listen to your uncle's words, and in the near future, my brother will definitely come with my parents to pick up Nan Nan home, you have to ......be obedient."

The little girl seemed to understand something, she didn't want to and couldn't lose this only relative, the heart-rending pain could not stop the director of the Women's Federation from taking her from her brother's hands, and the army-green jeep rolled up puffs of dust with Wang Ling's last memory of his sister, which was a crying little face and a desperate look that kept banging on the window......

Lock the door, in fact, the house that has been surrounded by walls really has nothing to worry about Wang Ling, a few old clothes, which were all purchased in Shaoxing, there is no belongings, and there is no gold and silver, he took a bath, wanting to wash away all the dust on his body this year to meet a better future.

Educated youths are also hierarchical, and their families are high-ranking cadres, farmers, workers, or descendants of the Black Five categories like him. In that era, the ingredients were not good, and he didn't even have the confidence to speak loudly, Wang Ling didn't ask where he was going to be sent, and he only learned a rough idea from Director Fang's mouth: South!

Since ancient times, China has been divided into north and south by the Yangtze River, and Wang Ling thought that he was a southerner, and he never thought about what the sky should be like further south. Wang Ling sat by the window and looked at Hangzhou outside, thinking that maybe he would come back soon, and the family should be reunited by then.

"Hey, this comrade is doing me a favor." Wang Ling turned his head and saw that it was a young man similar to himself, wearing an army-green tunic suit, a military hat without a five-pointed star on his head, and a blue and white striped sea soul shirt in the cracked buttons. This person looks quite delicate, white and clean, and the smile on his face also makes people feel comfortable, giving people the feeling at first glance, this should be the young master trained by a big family. He had a leather case in his hand, dark red and smelling of leather, and Wang Ling got up to help him put the box up.

"Hello, my name is Li Mubai, I am a mixture of Li Bai, Du Mu, and Bai Juyi, and my friends call me a poet." Looking at the outstretched hands, Wang Ling was stunned for a moment, it has been a year, and it is the first time that a peer has stretched out this kind hand to him.

"Hello, my name is Wang Ling." "Which mausoleum"

Wang Ling wrote on the table with his finger: "The mausoleum of the mausoleum is the tomb of the emperor." ”

"Oops." Li Mubai smiled: "Good name, Wang Ling, I think it, the name Wang Ling is far less domineering than the undead, I think when I can call you Wang Ling in the future, what comes to mind must be a mysterious guy who floats here, haha, just kidding." ”

Wang Ling naturally will not be angry, the person in front of him looks really a book, with thick glasses, and the circles on it make him have a headache, this is not the name of the poet is really not called in vain, he immediately began with the word Wang read a poem: "I remember that the great poet Lu Ji of the Western Jin Dynasty has a poem that is: Wang Ling is young and dare not shoot...... The second half of this sentence is "He seemed to have forgotten a little, scratching his head a little embarrassedly, and then someone next to him answered: "Come to the forest to see the tracks!" ”

Wang Ling and Li Mubai both turned their heads, and a woman dressed in a plaid fabric and a ponytail next to the aisle was handing a box up, although she couldn't see all her faces, she could clearly see that her cheeks on both sides and the slender and white neck behind her were all red, and the red and white were very good-looking. Only then did they notice the girl's dress, wearing a plain white shirt on the upper body, an army green cotton coat over it, a pair of black polyester straight-leg pants on the bottom, and a pair of black low-heeled leather shoes that were relatively rare at that time.

Wang Ling immediately got up and helped the woman carry a box, the hands of the two were caught off guard, and they were actually touched in the air and pulled back like lightning, but the poor box shook slightly on the train luggage rack and then suddenly fell, and the poet Li Mubai, who was admiring the woman's delicate figure with a squinting face, did not pay attention to this unknown object falling from the sky at all, and it was too late when his nose was sour and his eyes were clouded.

Seeing that her box fell down and hit someone, the woman hurriedly went up in a panic to help move it, only to see that Li Mubai's nostrils were already two more blood red. Probably didn't expect it to be so serious, and the woman also panicked and said, "It's okay, I'm ...... I'll wipe it for you. After that, she took out a white satin scarf from her pocket, and was a little hesitant when she took it out, but looking at Li Mubai's bloody face, she still handed it over and pressed it on the bridge of his nose.

Such an opening seems to be a little embarrassing, but Li Mubai seems to be a nobody, covering his nose and muttering: "Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving, really beautiful......"

This remark directly made Wang Ling define the poet in front of him for the second time, this guy is definitely a Sven scum!

After hearing what Li Mubai said, the woman's face turned even redder, and after she repeatedly confirmed that Li Mubai was fine, she whispered: "I'm sorry, this comrade, I didn't mean it just now." ”

"I didn't say you did it on purpose," Li Mubai pinched his nose and said, "Is your seat here?" He pointed to the space in the middle, which was a three-row layout. Probably seeing that there were boys on the left and right, the woman's face turned even redder, Wang Ling moved to the middle inappropriately and said, "It's okay, I'll change seats with you, you can sit in it and take a look at the scenery." ”

The woman's face was full of gratitude, and she sat down, Li Mubai began to talk in the vernacular again, and he still said with his head pinned to the royal tomb in the middle: "That female comrade, since the meeting is fate, listening to your accent, it seems that you are from the north?" ”

"Well," the woman said, looking out the window, "Pekingese." ”

"Beijing?" Wang Ling and Li Mubai were stunned after hearing this, and Li Mubai immediately said: "It's actually the people of the capital, I can't imagine that I, Li Mubai, will sit on the same train with the people of the capital, it's an honor...... Oh yes, why did you get on this bus, this car can be pulled by educated youth. ”

"It's been a train change, I've been on the train for three days." The woman said, "I'm sorry, I don't know where I'm going." ”

Three days? This can't help but make Wang Ling take a more look at this girl, if a person is on the train for three days, it must be a very sloppy and haggard appearance, but looking at this girl clean, as if she has just been carefully dressed up from home, she can't see the dust on the journey at all. Wang Ling, who also received a traditional education, immediately had a prediction in his heart: this girl should have a good family education.

Similarly, this question was also asked by the poet Li Mubai, after listening to his question, the girl pursed her lips and smiled: "I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it, I got off the train and went to the public toilet to tidy up, my father taught me a sentence since I was a child: the poor clean sweep the floor, the poor girl comb her hair, although the scenery is not gorgeous, the bearing is elegant." He taught us to keep things clean, no matter where we are or what our condition is, that our clothes can be old and our shoes can be torn, but they must be neat and tidy. The girl thought about it and stretched out her hand with a smile and said: "My name is Li Xin, Muzi Li, three golden Xin, my grandfather said that I am short of gold, I am very happy to meet you." ”

Looking at the woman's generously outstretched hand, Li Mubai took the first step to hold it and said, "Li Mubai, they all call me a poet." ”

From the poet's eyes, Wang Ling had already read the heat, and he was happy to be a gentleman, so he just nodded and said: "Wang Ling, the emperor's tomb, nicknamed Fourth Brother." ”