In that special historical era, the vast numbers of educated youths in all provinces, cities, counties, districts, and towns across the country should respond to the call of the party and the state: Educated youths should go to the mountains and countryside to the countryside to receive re-education from the poor and middle peasants. The revolutionary intellectuals are the flowers, hopes, and future of the motherland, and they have lofty ideals, longings, and yearnings for the future, and they are wrapped in plain military uniforms and wearing flowers on their chests, and the mighty revolutionary army is surrounded by gongs and drums surrounded by people and their relatives, and like the volunteers who resisted US aggression and aided Korea in those years, they hold red flags in their hands, sing revolutionary songs, and ride all kinds of vehicles away from their hometowns and towns in a majestic and high-spirited manner, and rush to the remote mountain villages, corps, and farms of the motherland.

However, the year 1968 was a great era of the nationwide revolutionary movement, and a revolutionary wave was bound to be set off among the vigorous intellectuals and under the influence of the ultra-left ideological trend of the rebellious and rational class struggle. Although Dapeng is the same age as these educated youths, and some of them grew up in the same city and came to the Corps on the same train, due to the inexplicable history, it has become an unsustainable ice and fire.

It was the sixth meeting night, and Yaqin also listened to Dapeng's memories with a heavy heart.

"Yaqin, as I told you yesterday, the affection and sympathy of my relatives and neighbors and elders in the Nanju Mansion for me, and with the approval of the police station, I can completely transfer my household registration to my stepfather's house. If that's the case, my life is a different path. After being taught by the leaders of the prison university, I could not leave without returning home at night without asking for instructions.

Bidding farewell to our relatives, Chen Yuxi and I returned to the employment team, but the Red Guards surrounded the entire courtyard, and only the workers were allowed to enter and not go out of the gate. After dinner, Instructor Lu talked to me, saying that the exercise was very intense, and the transfer was to protect you, because Captain Hu should not show his face during the exercise, and told you that the difficulties are only immediate, and you must be strong to accept the test. I introduced the situation that my father would pick me up tomorrow, and Instructor Lu couldn't help it, because this was the arrangement of the movement, and no one could change it.

Instructor Lu said: "I also received a call from the Qiqihar Railway Police Station today, and the city is also organizing educated youths to go to the mountains and go to the countryside, even if you are at the Qiqi City Police Station, it is better to go to the countryside with the workers and educated youths to the Corps today, the conditions will always be much better than going to the countryside." I've read the materials you complained to the court, wasn't that guy surnamed something sentenced? I'm sure the court will give a reply sooner or later,...。 ”

The Red Guards blew the trumpet and urgently assembled, and the armed escorted us to the car and went straight to the Qiqihar Railway Station, where the workers sat and waited under the supervision of the armed police in the square. If I had listened to the advice of my father and my neighbors and had stayed at home today and not returned to the brick factory, and asked the police station to contact him and return to the city, how good would it be? Even if he went to the mountains and the countryside with the educated youth after returning to the city, it would be another collective -- the educated youth who had gone to the countryside.

The workers on the two special trains were under the supervision of the armed police, because the employed workers also had a nickname called "Second Labor Reform", and the transfer of these people to remote areas in the era of civil and military warfare could be regarded as the protection of the workers. The other two carriages connected to us are Fularji's rural intellectuals, and there is only a train aisle separating us, but there is a world of difference, probably because my grandfather was a Kuomintang.

When the train started, as the wheels rolled, the lovely hometown of Qiqihar gradually disappeared, and I lay on the coffee table and cried. Wang Luming, an employment worker, aroused me, and he persuaded me with a smile and a peaceful smile, and I had to respect the facts and say goodbye to Qiqihar, the lovely hometown.

Before dawn the train entered the station, we carried our luggage on our backs, braved the bitter cold wind, walked out of the platform under the heavy guard, boarded six boxcars, deliberately circled the small town a few times, and finally drove all the way north in the dark. When the east reveals the white of the fish's belly, it is snow-capped in front of us, except for a few hibernation trees on the side of the road, there is no living creature to be seen, even if we shuttle through the scattered villages, we have been covered with snow and can not see the human figure, we can only see the machine gun behind us, set up on the galloping military vehicle, it seems to be rushing to the Siberian execution ground, my heart is dead, my body has been frozen, and the cold wind of more than minus 30 degrees Celsius has buried me.

The military vehicle finally stopped at the northernmost part of the Seventh Company, which was far from the regiment headquarters, and I could not get out of the car, although I still fell under the car with the help of others. After sitting on the ground for a long time and unable to stand up, someone helped me with my luggage, and with the support of the well-wishers, I moved to the workers' dormitory prepared for us in advance.

Wang Luming not only helped me buy food, but also brought me a bottle of liquor to warm me up, he is a smiling tiger who is addicted to alcohol, and people in his 50s give him the nickname "Old Fox". During the drinking, he promised that there would be two girls in the family for me to choose, and that he would start a family for me in the future. At that time, I always felt that his heart was kind, but he was a little selfish and not sincere, and at the age of twenty-two, I was in that difficult environment, and the problem of starting a family was just extravagant hopes.

The military instructors held a meeting and taught us, saying that we were not monolithic, but useful talents in society, and that during those three months or so, in addition to asking us to memorize the old three articles and the new five articles, it was a meeting to criticize bourgeois ideology. We also participated in labor exercises, working two shifts 24 hours a day, going to the Jianzi Mountain Yard to remove wheat with machinery, and it once reached minus 40 degrees at night, and the machine was frozen and shut down and had to call it a day and return to the camp.

In the spring we were assigned to various companies, and I and five others were assigned to the ninth company, and Yaqin was only 14 years old at that time, and there are some people I will talk about below that you will know. There are nearly 200 employed workers and military cadres in the Ninth Company, and more than half of the company has family members, and I am already in the midst of an old counter-revolutionary in his 50s, who come from Guangdong, Jiangsu, Shanghai, Beijing, Shandong, Shanxi, and Northeast China, all from all parts of the country, and are almost a hodgepodge of accents. Only half a year later, two groups of people were transferred in succession, the first group was transferred from Xingkai Lake, most of them were from Beijing, the second group was the rebels who went to the countryside to learn youth, and most of them were Qiqihar people, and the Ninth Company was a hodgepodge of four types of personnel.

The single among the workers lived in a long earthen dormitory, with a small corridor in the middle of the door, and it was divided into two longhouses opposite the kang, of course, each with its own cause - each with its own single shop. On the east side of the workers' dormitory, there were originally workers with their families, and it was a large red brick and tiled house, and since the educated youth came, that room has become their men's and women's dormitory, although it is only one road away, it is possible that the east wind overwhelms the west wind, right? Originally, I was the same age as the educated youth, and it is understandable to say that I was an educated youth, but I was with those old counter-revolutionaries who were fifty or sixty years old.

The instructor talked to me and said that he had received a letter from the Qiqihar City Bureau and the Railway Police Station, proving that I was the son of a Qiqihar railway worker, and that I was in the process of appealing for trial even though I had served a prison sentence, and that he should be arranged for me to be a knowledgeable youth. At that time, I hesitated, even if I was with the educated youth, what would be the result? The file said that my grandfather was a Kuomintang, and among those rebel intellectuals, I would be a typical example of being under the dictatorship, and it would be better to be drowned among the working workers, so I explained my thoughts to the instructor and expressed my gratitude to the leaders. A few days after I arrived in Jiulian, I returned to the dormitory after eating in the cafeteria, and I heard someone shouting behind me on the road: "Zhang!"

When I turned around, I saw a girl carrying water, but I didn't see anyone behind me. Wang Xingquan, who came from the family area in front, said: "People call you." ”

I said, "Where is anyone?" Wang Xingquan just laughed. There was another shouting from behind me.

"Why no one, I'm just calling you." When I looked back, I found that it was the girl who was carrying the water and shouted at me, "Why did you report to Company Commander Wang that I was picking up barley in the twelfth field?"

"You wronged people, I didn't know you at all just a few days ago, what kind of report?" I was so angry that I fought back.

"It's you, it's you." The girl walked past me carrying water, still shouting so categorically.

My self-esteem was hurt, and I had nowhere to go, but Wang Xingquan couldn't stop laughing, and when I entered the dormitory, he told everyone that my stomach hurt from laughing, and I don't know why everyone still looked at me and laughed, what was going on? In the evening, Chen Houde from the neighboring shop introduced the situation to me: "The girl who is calling you is Tang Yuzhen, an employment worker, and her name is Tang Fenghuang and her nickname is Tang Crazy. She's the same age as you, it seems that she has a crush on you, and today she deliberately wants to talk to you, if you really agree, I can be the intermediary introducer. ”

"Don't!" I refused.

Chen Houde is an old counter-revolutionary of the former Kuomintang, already in his fifties, a native of Jiangsu, because he is a neighbor, he mentioned to me the situation of the Tang family: "Tang Yu is really an old landlord, he lives in the room west of the toilet behind our dormitory, his daughter Tang Fenghuang once talked to the worker Zhang Xilin, they are eleven years apart, not only Tang Yuzhen and the old couple are opposed, but the Yang Instructor Conference will be criticized, so their marriage is impossible." "As an instructor from a military background, why would you want to ruin your marriage?

On this day, when I came out of the dormitory to go to the toilet, Tang Fenghuang stood at the west end of the dormitory and knitted a sweater, and there was a reason why I turned around and went back to the dormitory in fright. A few times I went out, Tang Fenghuang was still standing there, and I couldn't hold back the excitement, so I walked around from the east side of the dormitory. How many times have I avoided her like a thief, I hate her, but it's not her fault, it's in that environment where gossiping is dangerous?

I was arranged in the vegetable garden, and every day I peeled potatoes and planted them with several female family members, that is, I used a knife to divide the potatoes into several small pieces with teeth, and used the stove ash to mix the peeled potatoes, which was to prevent the evaporation of water, and the stove ash was the nutrient for the growth of potatoes and touched the growth of bean seedlings.

The female family members Yuanmingyuan and Lilac are in their forties, and the two of them always joke more than joking, Lilac's husband is nicknamed "Old Sick", and they have three boys with nicknames with tiger characters, and the Old Summer Palace teases Lilac: "Big Tiger, Second Tiger lift me to your mother!" But only me and a person named Zhao Aihua didn't dare to laugh, we always lowered our heads, inadvertently looking at her blushing, I had passion in my heart for the first time.

The Old Summer Palace found that Zhao Aihua and I were not normal, and she deliberately asked, "What is your name? How old are you this year? Where did you live in the original family? Who is there in the family? Is there a partner?" I had no choice but to answer in front of everyone. Originally, Zhao Aihua sat opposite me, and when she came back from then on, she not only relied on me, but also often took the initiative to help me carry the basket and load the potatoes on the pile, came back and handed me the empty frame, and then sat there to continue to work, but I didn't dare to help her, and my psychology became more and more nervous.

The big guy knows that the Old Summer Palace introduced Zhao Aihua's age to me in front of everyone is 19 years old, her father entered the palace for the second time due to historical problems, served 12 years in prison in the Fularji Brick Factory, and still has 8 years in prison, leaving her mother and daughter at home, and the leader was assigned to work at the age of 17 in order to take care of her life, and now she is 19 years old. There is also an old mother with little feet at home, and all the burdens depend on her love, which is really pitiful. Zhao Aihua has already hid to the side, I think she must be crying, and my heart is crying, it is not simple sympathy, but respect for her from the heart.

Yaqin, you know Zhao Aihua, she is thin and peugeot, wearing simple clothes, she is like a student at all, she is so young to be with these old workers, and there is an old mother at home who relies on her to earn money to support the family, it is really heartbreaking. ”

"She's five years older than me, and although we've known and we've been together, she has less work contact. Yaqin replied. Dapeng continued: "With the deepening of the movement and the arrival of educated youth, the class struggle has prevented us from coming together, and after watching the North Korean film "Flower Girl", I often miss her now, so I use the violin to play the theme song and "Nam River", which expresses my sympathy and nostalgia for her.

One day in the middle of the break, the Old Summer Palace and they all left intentionally, only me and Aihua sat there and no one spoke. I stood up and walked to the edge of the open vegetable cellar, Aihua walked behind me and asked, "Do you like this?" I just said, "I like it!" I looked back and wanted to confess, and when I saw the worker Jia Qinglin coming, I had to greet him, as if I was hiding something, but my mind was still beating for it, and after that, I regretted missing the only opportunity.

When I returned to the dormitory, I wrote a letter to Zhao Aihua, briefly introducing my past and sympathy for her. I handed the letter to the worker Gu Zhixiang, because he was black, people nicknamed him "Old India", he has no wife, only lives with his only youngest son in Aihua's house opposite the door, I have asked him to bring three letters to Aihua without reply. At night, I want to pull grass with the worker Hua Ziyang, just waiting for the car in front of Zhao Aihua's house, an old lady with small feet in her fifties came over, she asked me my age, persuaded me to wear more clothes for night work, she asked me to sit at her house, at this time Zhao Aihua shouted "Mother!", the old lady promised to say something, and the tractor came, Hua Ziyang and I waved goodbye to her, got in the car and ran to the wilderness.

Yaqin, according to the situation, Zhao Aihua and her mother not only know the content of the letter, but also look forward to us really becoming a family. But there was an accident that was difficult to change, the high pressure of the movement, like a wind sweeping away the leaves, not only the desire to start a family was swept away, but even he was implicated. It was the 11-year-old "little black child" who shouted the wrong slogan at school, which not only led to the school setting up a criticism meeting, but also affected his father "Old India", who became the target of criticism in the workers' dormitory. As a result, Zhao Aihua and I were indirectly and ruthlessly implicated, and we were involved in the movement at any time. "See Chapter 20: Movement Criticism Stirs Trouble.