She took her phone, which showed a document with the suffix doc, and she looked up at him again, clicking on it with his affirmative gaze.

She began to quietly read the document titled "Flower Mountain Boy".

It opens with a poem entitled "The Young Man That Year".

The playground is overgrown with weeds

How many youthful blooms have been stirred and drowned

There is a pair of snow-white sneakers

It pounded on the runway and still rustled

The flickering candles in the classroom

How many ideals were lit and extinguished

There is a sword with a melancholy gaze

It leaves decades of longing

The potholed school road

How many times have we welcomed and sent glory

There was a hurried figure

It travels through the years and leaves the vicissitudes of life alone

Look back at the rugged Huashan Road

The wind rises without shas

The moon passes over the fog in the western mountains

Haunted by dreams is love

This year, since Qingming, there has been no rain.

This day, it was September 1st, it was already autumn, but the sun still did not stingy her enthusiasm, with too much sunlight to scorch the earth, the haze of drought shrouded the entire Yingyang area, as far as the eye could see, whether it was paddy fields, dry land, or mountain slopes, it was gray and withered.

In the westernmost part of Yingyang County, there is a treasure land of mountains and rivers, which is not waterlogged for a long time and is sunny and not drought.

There is a small hill called Huashan Mountain, and among the uneven, large and small gray limestones, there are clumps of verdant greenery.

The east side of Huashan is extremely difficult to walk on the wall, so this mountain has a very loud name - Haohan Ridge.

At the foot of Haohan Ridge, there is a turquoise stream. The water of the stream, which originates from the mountain spring, is crystal clear all year round. The little fish frolicked in the river, and occasionally a mischievous little fish came out of the water to blow a string or two of blisters, and when they saw a passerby, they shyly hid in the aquatic weeds.

The shrubs that grow by the water are lush and green, and in spring, the shrubs or red or blue flowers wrap the whole stream tightly, so this stream has a poem-like name - Flower Creek, and some people call her Flower Creek.

There is a bridge made of stone arches on Huaxi, and people call it Huaqiao. Huaqiao is very famous, so this piece of feng shui treasure land is called Huaqiao Township, and it was renamed Huashan Town after the township was withdrawn and merged into the town.

At the foot of Haohan Ridge, there is a relatively gentle slope next to Huaxi, which is said to be the center of this feng shui treasure.

Huashan Middle School is located here.

This is the highest university in Yingyang County, gathering all the young talents in Yingyang County.

In front of the majestic gate of the middle school, there is a pair of human-high stone lions, and behind the stone lion hangs a couplet carved from Nanmu: "Heroes raise flowers under the ridge, and gather heroes by the flower stream", The big characters on the couplet have just been newly painted, and the big black and shiny characters are shining in the sun. It is said that this couplet was written by Lei Guopan, the founder of the school and one of the leaders of the Westernization Movement in the late Qing Dynasty.

Directly above the gate, a banner made of red cloth was hung, on which were pasted several large black characters cut out of yellow paper - welcome new students.

Directly opposite the gate is a road made of stone and loess, which turns 90 degrees at the entrance of the school, climbs the flower bridge on the left and winds north. Directly opposite the school, the high and low tiled houses and bungalows on both sides of the road form the only street here - Huaqiao Street.

In front of the school gate, which has been quiet for two months, there is a lot of traffic at this time, and people come and go, so it is not lively. One by one, the students ran from both directions of the road to the school gate.

Walk 500 meters along Huaqiao Street to the very center of the street, where Huaqiao Bus Station is located.

Next to the station, there is a dark red desk, and a red paper is pasted in front of the desk, which reads "Huashan Middle School pick-up point".

Almost every class, especially this year's freshman class, has one or two students who came first, picking up the later students here and helping with the luggage.

Class 2 of the first year of high school is no exception, and Jian Zheng, who was the first to register, was sent here to pick up other students.

Jian Zheng is thin and small, he looks like he is only eleven or twelve years old, obviously not like a high school student, but he is indeed a high school student, don't look at him who looks thin, he is experienced in handling affairs, and he has a lot of strength, he has already picked up several classmates, helping to carry luggage and leading people to report, and it is not ambiguous.

At this time, he stood in front of the yellowed and faded bus timetable posted on the wall and looked at it. The next bus was from Luma Township, and he took out the roster given by the head teacher and found that there were three classmates in the class, a woman, two men and three classmates from Luma Township. He looked up at the timetable again, and the lying car arrived at 13:40, and there were still forty minutes to go against the big clock on the wall.

A hint of tiredness swept over his heart, and he tried to find a place to take a nap, and glanced left and right, and found a long, unpainted wooden chair against the wall, but also blackened. He walked over, sat down in his chair, squinted, and rested his head against the wall behind him.

Strange to say, although I was very sleepy, I couldn't sleep, and one picture after another surfaced.

For Jian Zheng, today is the most important day of his life.

His home is more than 50 miles away in the Nanshan Brigade, where there is no road.

The brigade has an elementary school, but it only runs until the third grade, so everyone in the brigade only goes to the third grade and stops studying.

He had only been in school for three years, but he was admitted to high school, and he was the first person in the team to be admitted to high school.

From the moment he got the admission letter, he saw the wrinkles that were prematurely engraved on his mother's face stretch, and he was surprised to find that his mother could smile, and smile so beautifully.

For the next few days, a smile hung on the mother's face.

She sold all the pigs and cattle in the house, raised money for his tuition, bought him new clothes, quilts, and school and living materials, and in short, all his things were new.

Just last night, when the moon had just climbed the mountain, he set off with his luggage and his mother with a bag of steamed sweet potatoes.

The moon in the mountains is so clear and clean, just like a girl who has just come out of the bath, not contaminated with a trace of dust, accompanied by those blinking stars, shining together on the mother and son on the small mountain road like the belt of the mountain.

As my mother hurried, she kept nagging and nagging.

Walking in front of Jian Zheng, he couldn't help but turn around and say softly: "Mother, you've said it many times, don't worry, the cubs have all remembered." ”

"Oh...... yes......"

Silent.

There was a long silence.

"My cub," said the mother, who seemed to be very determined, gritted her teeth, and said in a low, powerful voice, "that you are now grown up and promising, so I have many things I want to tell you!" ”

He was shocked, paused and continued walking, "Well, mother, you say." ”

There was another hint of silence.

"Those people in the village call you a wild seed......"

He jerked back and took a step forward, staring at his mother with fixed eyes.

But instead of meeting his gaze, his mother turned her head to the side of the mountain stream and looked at the opposite peak.

He hadn't seen his father since he could remember. His peers in the village, even some younger than him, bullied him and called him a wild seed. For this reason, I have fought with those, and I have been beaten no less. And the physical pain can never compare to the pain of his young heart, and he asked his mother countless times, but every time his mother hugged him and sobbed, and cried with him.

Later, when he grew up slowly, in order not to make his mother sad, he stopped asking. If someone calls him a wild seed, he will no longer quarrel. When others beat him, they no longer fought back, but just stared at two big eyes, and the hateful eyes often made people shudder.

Now hearing his mother mention this matter again naturally made his heart tremble. Seeing that his mother didn't look at him, he slowly turned around and continued to walk forward.

"Mother knows that you have been wronged." The mother then said, "You remember, you also have a father, who is better than anyone else, a true man. ”

The mother steadied her voice, as if she were telling a story that had nothing to do with her. "At the beginning of the Cultural Revolution, your grandfather was criticized, and since then he has lost contact, and may have long since died.

"This year, your father came to the countryside as an educated youth and became a black five type of dog cub, and later called 'children who can be educated well'Although they can be educated well, few people can think that they will be educated well.

"The dirty work of digging manure in the production team, cleaning the pigsty, digging water to water the fields at noon, and guarding wild boars in the grain at night is all his dirty work. Even so, he was inferior and discriminated against on any occasion.

"In fact, he is very good, educated, ambitious, kind, honest, and helpful.

"The production brigade held a literacy class, and he took the initiative to serve as a teacher, and in addition to work, he gathered everyone to attend classes and read and write. Later, however, the villagers said that he was trying to poison the poor and middle peasants with the poison of the bourgeoisie, and the literacy classes were suspended. At that time, I had already fallen in love with learning, so I secretly followed him to learn culture, and he taught me without reservation.

"Later, we fell in love and we wanted to get married and live together.

"No one in the family agrees. They also ran to his room and beat him up.

The mother became excited when she said this, and her voice was obviously much louder, "We found the secretary of the brigade, but he didn't agree and didn't give us a certificate." He also said that there was something wrong with his thinking, and that the dog cub who was receiving re-education from the poor middle peasants actually wanted to seduce the children of the poor peasants. ”

The mother seemed to notice her gaffe in front of her son, she stopped, and her mind returned to that turbulent era......

That night, she secretly came to the shed where he lived, and looked at the beloved man who was sitting on the floor against the wall, covered in wounds and depressed, and his yellow face became more and more pitiful under the dim tung oil lamp......

She couldn't hold back any longer, and she didn't care about the girl's shyness, so she rushed over, hugged the helpless man tightly for the first time, and cried loudly.

Caught off guard, he was almost overwhelmed by her rushing over, and quickly propped his hands on the straw mat behind him.

He slowly sat up straight, pulled out his hands and slowly moved them behind her back, trembling hands wanting to hold but not daring to hold them, and after a few attempts, he finally put them on her back and pressed her and his body hard against his chest.

A pair of lovers who love deeply but can't be together are desperately soothing each other at the moment, calling each other's names in tears.

The cheeks rubbed against each other, searching, and the two mouths came together jerky......

The flame of youth burns mercilessly with the most tenacious intellect of that imprisoned era......

The long cry turned into a short groan......

From that straw mat, he rolled to the ground......

Tears and sweat stained the two tumbling bodies with the dust on the ground......

Bodily fluids dripped on the floor with bright red, seeping into the earth......

The sky holds the media, and the earth witnesses......

History doomed them to not come together, and in that era, it was impossible for them to come together with their own labels from birth.

He was transferred to other communes.

And she was even worse, her parents forbade her to go to him, so they took her home and locked her for two months, and then she found out that she was pregnant.

Unmarried pregnancy was a great thing in those days, and the face-loving parents would give her a rope and let her break it quietly, otherwise the clansmen would know about it, and then they would be immersed in the pig cage.

And her parents, that is, they love face and cherish their daughter even more, so they quietly fled the original village with her, and hid in the mountains where no one knew their origins.

Jian Zheng saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and couldn't help but shout: "Mother-"

The mother was stirred and pulled back from her distant thoughts. She settled down and told Jian Zheng the story as it was.

In fact, more or less Jian Zheng had heard or guessed something, so he was not more surprised.

At the end, the mother said, "My cub, your life is hard.

"I knew I had done something wrong and didn't want to upset my parents, so I drank the pills many times, but I didn't do anything to you. Later, I soaked the lower half of my body in a frozen fish pond for half a day, trying to knock you down, and I fainted several times, but you were still fine. ”

Jian Zheng gritted his teeth and flattened his mouth, wanting to say a few words to comfort his mother, maybe he wanted to comfort himself, but he didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything.

Mother then said: "Mother doesn't want you to grow up like the people in this mountain, I hope you have a good life, so after finishing the third grade, I also taught you all the knowledge that your father taught me as a year, and now you are okay, you have finally been admitted to high school, here you can rest assured, no one knows you, no one knows your life experience, and no one will say bad things about you, you can rest assured to study, go to study well, you must be promising, and you can't be looked down upon."

"Don't go back, get out of this mountain and start your new life."

Jian Zheng, who was already full of tears, nodded resolutely, and tilted his head again, as if he didn't want tears to flow out, but the tears still flowed down his cheeks.

The mother felt her son's tears, yes, he came to this world with suffering, he was bullied and blinded since he was a child, fortunately, he was very competitive, a child who only went to elementary school for three years was admitted to high school with excellent grades, and at this time he was only 13 years old, three or four years younger than his classmates.

Thinking of this, the mother looked at her son, who was thin and small, and had not yet begun to develop, and held back her tears and said: "Cub, a man bleeds without tears, and there will be no one to help you in the future, be strong." ”

"Hmm!" Jian Zheng nodded vigorously again.

Before dawn, the moon had already set, and the top of the mountain in the east showed a touch of fish belly white. After walking more than 50 miles of mountain roads, the mother and mother finally came to the gate of the school.

The mother, whose face was full of happiness, looked at the majestic school gate, brushed a few strands of hair on her face due to sweat with her hand, and kept nodding, "My cub, you go in!" ”

"Hmm!" Jian Zheng responded and walked a few steps inside, feeling that her mother didn't follow and turned around, "Mother, why don't you leave?" ”

"Go ahead, I won't go in." The mother looked at the clothes with the old patches and then the new patches on her body, and actually showed a trace of shyness in front of her son, "If no one has seen it yet, I'll go back first." ”

Jian Zheng subconsciously looked down at his brand-new clothes, and suddenly something blocked his throat, and he wanted to say something but couldn't say it. He looked up and saw that his mother had turned and walked away.

The emaciated figure faded into the morning mist.