The afternoon sun poured in through the glass of the balcony window, and it was a little warm.

Near the balcony, an old rattan chair, Song Yuanchao sat in the chair, on his left hand, a thermos cup was placed on the square wooden bench used as a coffee table, the lid of the cup was removed and put aside, the cup was brewed with yellowed strong tea was steaming, the TV in the room was on, and news reports came intermittently.

This is located in the southern outer ring of the Shanghai Sea in the ordinary community, such communities abound in this international metropolis, most of them are the late eighties and nineties built in succession of resettlement houses, Song Yuanchao is the same house, when the old house in the city center was demolished and got two suites, one for rent and one for self-residence, here is nearly 30 years of living.

Time flies, and Song Yuanchao, who is still middle-aged when he moved here, is now an old man of nearly seventy, and he has been retired for many years and lives alone without children and daughters.

Song Yuanchao was married when he was young, but this reluctant marriage lasted less than three years and ended in a breakup.

After the divorce, Song Yuanchao had no idea of starting a family again, and he has been living alone until now.

is getting older, and his body is gradually not as good as before, especially after accidentally falling when he went downstairs last year, Song Yuanchao's health is getting worse and worse, coupled with the epidemic that has lasted for several years, Song Yuanchao has less and less time to go out this year, and more often he sits quietly in the sun and reminisces about the past like now.

Life is short, life also has a lot of helplessness, and many past events seem to be within reach with your eyes closed, but they are so far away.

Before retirement, Song Yuanchao had the habit of writing a diary, in which he recorded his youth, youth, and middle-aged life in various periods.

When he was young, Song Yuanchao was also a scholar, scolding Fang Xuan, pointing out the country, inspiring words, and also had a girl who he secretly admired, and also had a beautiful dream ...... the future.

But all this disappeared, and life was left to Song Yuanchao in the end with only a piece of chicken feathers and deep helplessness, and now he has gradually come to the last stage of the years, and those regrets can no longer have a chance to be redeemed.

Standing up slowly, Song Yuanchao got up and came to the bookshelf on the side and pulled out a photo album.

Flipping through the photo album, there are some old photos inside, and Song Yuanchao in the photos is so young and smiling so brightly.

Slightly trembling and boring fingers stroked over the yellowed photos, this is not touching the photos, but touching the memories of his fading youth, I don't know how long it took, Song Yuanchao sighed gloomily and closed the album .......

When he was about to put the album back in place, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a pair of invisible hands suddenly suppressed his heart.

With a muffled snort, Song Yuanchao's face turned pale, sweat oozed from his forehead, and the album in his hand fell directly to the ground if he couldn't hold it, he tried hard to take out the first-aid medicine from his chest pocket, but he couldn't get it out of his hands after a few strokes.

There was a muffled sound, Song Yuanchao's whole person fell to the ground weakly, at this time the paralysis of the whole body has replaced the sharp pain just now, his consciousness began to dissipate in a trance, when he finally fell into darkness, his eyes stayed on the photo album opened on the ground, this is a group photo of four people, there are two men and two women in the group photo, Song Yuanchao stood in the second position from the right, and on his right was a man about the same age as him, who was affectionately putting his arm on his shoulder.

To his left, there are two young girls, one of them is a green girl with braids, the girl and her female companion with short hair next to her hold hands and smile at the camera, everyone in this group photo is wearing very old blue-gray coarse cloth clothes, trousers are rolled high, liberation shoes are on their feet, and the back can vaguely see a ...... of a freshly harvested crop field.

Song Yuanchao smiled, and soon his expression gradually froze...... At this time, a song came faintly from nowhere.

"All the honors of yesterday have become distant memories.

I have spent half my life diligently, and tonight I am again in the wind and rain.

I can't go with the flow, for the sake of my loved ones.

No matter how hard it is, you have to be strong, just for those who look forward to it.

If the heart is in a dream, there is still true love between heaven and earth

Looking at success or failure, life is heroic, but starting from scratch

All the honors of yesterday have become distant memories.

I have spent half my life diligently, and tonight I am again in the wind and rain.

I can't go with the flow, for the sake of my loved ones.

No matter how hard it is, you have to be strong, just for those who look forward to it.

If the heart is in a dream, there is still true love between heaven and earth

Looking at success or failure, life is heroic, but it is just a ...... from scratch. ”

"Comrade! Feed! Wake up, comrades! ”

The hurried shouts continued to sound in Song Yuanchao's ears, and at the same time, someone was pushing himself hard, and when he opened his eyes dimly, Song Yuanchao couldn't help but be a little dazed.

"Hey, hey! Homosexuals! A man in a blue tunic looked detached and his tone was visibly impatient.

"Ah...... Oh....... ”

Song Yuanchao opened his mouth and let out two meaningless answers, turned his slightly stiff head, and suddenly realized that he was actually sitting on the chair of the train, which was a familiar and unfamiliar old green train, and the carriage was full of smoke, sweat, wine, sourness, and fishy smell...... A variety of different blends of flavors.

Such old green cars were eliminated as early as the 21st century, replaced by high-speed, clean bullet trains, high-speed rail, even if there are still similar green trains on the remaining lines, but only the appearance is similar, and its interior has also been greatly updated.

"What's going on? This......? Song Yuanchao looked around in a daze, and couldn't react for a while.

Aren't you dead? Died at home due to a heart attack?

How did you open your eyes and be on the train? And it's still such an old green car? What's going on with those people around? Dressed in the same gray, blue, black clothes and pants with patches from decades ago? What's going on with all this?

"I said comrade, you have to sleep and wait to get off the bus to find a place to sleep by yourself, this is all at the station, how can you go out if you don't let me?" Song Yuanchao tried hard to figure out what the situation was now, and the impatient voice of the man in the tunic sounded again, and then Song Yuanchao came back to his senses, it turned out that he was sitting on the side of the corridor, and his whole person and a huge package blocked the narrow space leading to the corridor.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......." Song Yuanchao hurriedly subconsciously apologized to the man in Mandarin, got up and lifted his luggage out of the aisle.

"I've met the Red Guy today...... Countryman! ”

The man in the tunic stepped over Song Yuanchao's side with a black face, holding a black leatherette leather bag in his hand, and the word "Huhai" in the lower right corner of the bag was printed in the art style, and there was a line of the same art style in the Pinyin of the two characters of the same art style.

The man in the tunic walked towards the car door, muttering a sentence in Huhai dialect, Song Yuanchao was stunned when he heard it, and was about to refute, when he raised his eyes and saw that the figure of the man had disappeared from the car door.

Ten minutes later, Song Yuanchao, who was carrying his luggage, stood at the exit of the old North Station in a daze.

The old North Station, also called the old Huhai Station, was built in 1950, because it is located in the north of the city of Huhai, so it is called the North Station, and the service life is a little dilapidated, so the Huhai people also call it the "Old North Station".

In the late eighties, after the completion of the new Huhai Railway Station, the old North Railway Station was discontinued, and the new railway station was also called the new station, and then Huhai built two railway stations in the southern suburbs and the western suburbs, so far there are three major railway stations in Huhai, namely the new station, the southern suburbs and the western suburbs.

The current Old North Station is not a place that has long been depressed in memory, the small square outside the station is very lively, the walls outside are painted with all kinds of era slogans, and the old dragon buses that have long been eliminated come and go in the square station.

It took a long time for Song Yuanchao to come back to his senses, and now he is no longer a dying old man, but a twenty-four-year-old young man.

Today is February 14, 1979, and it's Valentine's Day in the West. Of course, in this era, I am afraid that few Chinese will know what Valentine's Day is.

The Spring Festival in 1979 was on January 28, and today is only three days before the Lantern Festival, and the streets of Huhai still have the atmosphere of the festival just past.

Eight years ago, Song Yuanchao, who had just turned 16 years old, went to the northwest to go to the mountains and countryside without graduating from high school, and spent eight years of cold and summer on the Loess Plateau.

Originally, Song Yuanchao thought that he would stay in the northwest for the rest of his life, but who would have thought that last year would bring a turning point.

In 1977, the national policy changed, first of all, the college entrance examination was resumed, but Song Yuanchao at that time was unable to take the college entrance examination for some reasons.

On October 1, 1978, the state's policy on the return of intellectual youth was officially promulgated, and a fierce wave of intellectual youth returning to their hometowns was suddenly set off all over the country.

Originally, Song Yuanchao could return to Huhai before the Spring Festival, but because it was proved that the Spring Festival was approaching, several good educated youths decided to spend the Spring Festival together before leaving.

After all, this time, everyone is from all over the world, and I don't know when the next reunion will be.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, Song Yuanchao and these partners who had been sharing happiness and hardship together in the yellow earth for many years were all drunk, and everyone, both men and women, hugged their heads together and cried bitterly.

After the sixth day of the new year, everyone left this place where their youth was once buried, and embarked on the journey back to their hometowns without hesitation.

From the mountains to the commune, and then from the commune to the place, first on foot, then by ox cart, then by tractor, car, train...... It took Song Yuanchao a full ten days and ten nights, and finally set foot on the land of Huhai again.

At this moment, Song Yuanchao burst into tears.

Song Yuanchao never thought that God would be able to let him return to this era again, an era that made him worry about countless times in his dreams, and he was extremely yearning and nostalgic.

Song Yuanchao's home is located in the northwest district of Huhai City, and it takes two buses to get from Laobei Station to his home.

At this time, the bus is still charged by the distance between the stops, and the bus charges for fuel are five cents, one corner, and five cents per dime. Trolleybus bus fares are four cents, seven cents, one dime, and three cents per dime.

Originally, there was another type of bus in Huhai, the oldest tram bus, which was cheaper, but now all tram buses have been replaced by new trolleybus buses with two braids.

According to some vague memories, Song Yuanchao first took the bus and then changed to a trolleybus at Laobei Station, which cost nine cents and took nearly an hour and a half to get to the place.

After getting off the train, Song Yuanchao's eyes looked towards an alley located not far from the station, where his home was located.

When he left home, Song Yuanchao was still a big child, and now when he comes back, he is an adult with a face full of vicissitudes.

Song Yuanchao's father, Song Guangzeng, was a Chinese teacher at a key middle school in the region, and his mother, Wang Sufen, was a worker in the No. 1 textile factory.

In the past, such a dual-income family was very enviable, but because of the times, Song Yuanchao's father was beaten from a respected teacher to a stinky old man overnight, and he fell seriously ill in the endless movement.

In the second year of Song Yuanchao's trip to the countryside, his father died of illness, and his father's death made his weak mother unable to stand this stimulation, and washed his face with tears all day long, and his mother also passed away with his father a year later, and when he learned that his parents died one after another, Song Yuanchao, who was in the northwest, knelt down on the loess with a letter, and cried heartbreakingly in the direction of his hometown.

Memories that had already become vague and distant had suddenly become so clear at this time.