It was a midsummer night in the early 70s, Dapeng carried the piano left by his brother, the Xinghai brand violin, left the workers' dormitory (bakery), crossed the path leading to the headquarters hospital, and entered the kindergarten courtyard surrounded by big poplars and small elm trees...... Pull the .......

When he was tired, he put down the piano that was clamped under his neck. Looking up at the night sky, the crescent moon appeared and disappeared in the clouds, and the bleak mood was particularly dull, as if there was only himself in this world, relatives, classmates, and friends did not exist, isolated from the world, and everything was ossified and condensed. Since he was escorted by the armed police to this Great Northern Wilderness, which is like Siberia, why has he become the second labor reform? Why has he been with those old counterrevolutionaries? Why has he been tortured by the movement? At the age of 27, he seems to have fallen into the abyss of life, is he still a young man in the countryside? Tears could not help but flow with .......

In the vague hallucination, he saw Nie Er, he bought a violin with half a year's salary, and in the vast sea of snow, he resolutely pulled the March of the Volunteers....... his passionate and high-pitched melody, infected with the blood around Dapeng was boiling. He deliberately raised the piano, raised the bow, used all the strength of his body on fingering, bowstrings, and treated every note as a pause, one note, one note and one note pulled hard, pulling the solemn national anthem, he was sincere and excited to pull and pull over and over again, from the national anthem to the ...... of the Internationale.

"What are you doing?"

The ghost-like greeting was terrifying, and Dapeng parked the piano and turned around to see that he was stunned, and it seemed that there was a fairy falling from the sky in front of him. She was of medium stature, with two rebel pigtails on her head, a green military uniform, a ** badge on her chest, and trousers buried in her black high boots, standing there, she smiled and asked again, "What are you doing?"

"Who are you? I don't know you. ”

"My name is Yaqin, and I live in the room in front of the hospital behind your room, and I am the eldest girl of Cai Baozhi's family. ”

Dapeng remembered that a few months ago, he, Wang Xingquan and Cai Baozhi were transferred from the Ninth Battalion to the regiment headquarters, and she moved to the workers' dormitory, and she was still sitting on the edge of the kang, looking at the photo of Dapeng hanging in the photo frame on the north wall.

"In the past few days, we have been studying at night, and my sister Yaqi and I are always watching you play the piano when passing by. ”

"What do I have to see?"

"Today, I deliberately let Yaqi go first, just to come and talk to you alone. ”

"What is there to say, I have been abandoned by this world. ”

"So you pessimistically pull those bleak tunes, and even cry your nose!"

"You're laughing at me?"

"No, I'm sympathetic and curious, you must have a sad past, you might as well say it better." ”

"What's the curiosity? I'm an alternative and don't want to talk about the painful past. ”

"Whew, you think you're the only one in the world, come on, let's sit down and listen to me." ”

Dapeng couldn't help but be pulled by Yaqin to sit down on the seesaw, saying that it was also strange that the two ends of the seesaw were intentionally padded with wooden stakes, and it was a flat stool to sit on, as if God had prepared it for the two of them in advance.

Yaqin suddenly held Dapeng's hand and said passionately, Dapeng just jumped in his heart and replied unpreparedly.

"Since I first met you two months ago, I've been fascinated, as if we've known each other for a long time, or have seen each other in a dream, and I see you as family, a relative, a lover. Later, I found out that your name is Zhang Dapeng from the city, and he has not yet started a family, I want to see you every day, even when I see you, I dare not speak, for fear that you will dislike me, today I really can't control myself, can you accept my feelings?"

"No! you don't know me yet. ”

"No, I know, you're a good person, and last time my grandfather came, you gave me two bottles of canned food." ”

"That's because of my relationship with your uncle working together. ”

"I still remember that my uncle invited you to write a letter at home, our family is around you, the person is handsome, the handwriting is good, the content of the letter is so beautiful, my little sister Yashu has been fiddling with your watch, the family is full of smiles, I really hope to stay at that moment forever, that is my happiest day." But why don't you stay for dinner?"

"I'm just writing a letter, but I'm most afraid of eating at someone's house. ”

"You once brought water to the family members of the agency and took special care of our family. ”

"That is the worker Zhang Jincheng is sick, I am for him for a few days, and it is also appropriate to send water to the workers' families." ”

"My uncle, especially my mother, always praises you, I am sincere, can you accept me?"

"How old are you, I asked?"

: "18 years old. ”

"But I'm 27 years old, nine years older than you. ”

"That's not a problem. ”

"You don't know my past, and you don't know my present, I'm still a four-class molecule with a hat. ”

"I don't care about your past, I just know that you are so young and wearing glasses, and you are a well-mannered young man who went to the countryside, but why are you with those old counter-revolutionaries who are fifty or sixty years old?"

"That's it, we don't know each other's past, how can we talk about it and not accept it just because of our emotional impulses?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you, so tell me about your past." ”

"No, out of personal pride, because I have too much political pressure, and I'm afraid that you will be emotional... ”

"So you don't dare to say, okay, let's introduce my past first, okay?"

Before Dapeng could promise her, she continued.

"Cai Baozhi is not my real father. My real surname is Sheng, and my family originally lived in a rural loach not far from the Corps. After my parents got married, they gave birth to our sisters, and the family life was really difficult, and they never went to school, because they longed for knowledge to name us piano, chess, books, and paintings, but I never expected that my father died of illness a few months after the third sister was born. I'm not afraid of your jokes, we live in a broken grass house, we don't block the rain in summer, we don't protect against the wind and cold in winter, the family builds a broken bedding, eats bran and swallows vegetables, and we sisters almost don't even have decent clothes. In the spring, summer, and autumn, my mother went to work in the fields, and I watched my two younger sisters at home, cooking, and digging wild vegetables. Later, after being introduced by Li Dabao, a worker in the Corps, my mother and Cai Baozhi got married, and our family came to the Corps from then on. But when I was 14 years old, my uncle was not guilty?... You shouldn't have given me ...... Sold?"

Yaqin said and suddenly threw herself on Dapeng's shoulder and cried silently, Dapeng's tears couldn't help but come up, his nose was a little sour, and his heart swayed with a feeling of pity. Dapeng was moved by Yaqin's true feelings, he didn't ask Yaqin how she was sold, let alone pursue the reason why she was so sad, only cherished her hard-won precious emotions.

Can Dapeng tell her everything about himself? Both of them are dressed in military uniforms, and they both wear ** badges on their chests, and in the special period of the early seventies, they have also undergone the baptism of sports, recalling the past, the excited inner world, and the complex and blank brain thinking can only make him face the reality cautiously. Because this is the first love in his life, it is not simply an inferiority complex to his personal history, especially when he is nine years older than her? Can the objective society and family accept the fact of this free love? He hesitated, he hesitated, he was even more stingy with Yaqin's love affair that was more precious than gold, what should he do?

"What's wrong?" why don't you speak?" asked Yaqin as she turned her head off her snuggled shoulder and wiped her tears from her eyes.

"I understand and sympathize with your past, especially in my most confused and lost time, and I really understand and be moved to get your favor and self-report. But I can't selfishly forget my situation, let's just say this violin in my hand, it not only reminds me of the past, but also because it ruined my life.

My brother came to see me from Datong, Shanxi a few days ago, and he is also a brotherhood of compatriots. Not only did he help me clean and lay the floor tiles, but he was already half-nervous and always laughing, probably as a result of exercise or divorce from my sister-in-law. Although he came with guilt and affection, and when it came to the past, especially the violin, the two of us always quarreled despite the fact that there were so many workers in the dormitory.

My brother went to see the political commissar of the Youth League headquarters, and he actually had to mention that his grandfather was a Kuomintang, and that his grandfather had eight wives, which was a political issue in the movement. Before he left, the cadres of the organs came to the dormitory and announced in front of him that they would retain the identity of our four types of elements, and the counter-revolutionary hats of Lao Chitou and your uncle were cancelled. At that time, I really wanted to die, and I ran to this kindergarten in agony, crying to death. The elder brother and the company commander are just here to persuade, and when a person loses his political life, what is the point of living?

Two days later, my brother left, and he left this Xinghai brand violin, and this piano brought me pain, brought memories of the past, recalled my late mother, recalled the past relatives, classmates and those past events that have passed away for many years, I only come here to play the violin in my spare time, which is also spiritual sustenance. ”

"You love the piano, my name is Sheng Yaqin, maybe this is a coincidence, can you tell me the story of the past?"

Dapeng hesitated, and his closed mind seemed to be collided with love, because in the twists and turns of loneliness, only Yaqin seemed to be the closest person, and she was the only one in the world who trusted and cared for herself, she was the most beautiful person in the world, this may be the first love in his life, right? See Chapter 2.