For Liu Cunyi, the real test of life does not come from the bloody battlefield, but from the office of the organ without gunpowder. When his comrade-in-arms Zhao Qingbo died heroically in North Korea, Liu Cunyi was squatting in the office of the Ministry of Coal to pass the boring time. I was full of depression and couldn't talk to others in the office, so I could only clean the windows and sweep the floor, find some strength to work around, and complain to Sun Chenghui when I got home.

"Cheng Hui, tell me, can a comrade like me, who has just gotten rid of illiteracy, squat in such a big organ? That's not what I was in! I can't read the documents all day long, and the meetings I can't hold all the time, which is annoying! ”

Sun Chenghui persuaded: "There must be a process of getting used to it, just get used to it slowly." ”

Liu Cunyi said: "I can't get used to it. People like me should go to war. I don't know what's going on organizationally? I wrote it all in my blood book, and my superiors just didn't let me go to North Korea, and let me change jobs. ”

Sun Chenghui said: "Didn't the organization say it when I talked to you? You've been wounded four times and you're not in good health......"

Liu Cunyi said: "If I squat down in the institution, my health will be even worse. ”

Sun Chenghui said: "Then do more of what you can." ”

Liu Cunyi was even more angry: "Say it again!" I mop the floor, clean the windows, sweep the toilet, do everything, and Secretary Jin still doesn't say good things about me. Yesterday's democratic life meeting put forward a lot of my opinions, saying that I don't read books or newspapers, and my work ability is poor. ”

Sun Chenghui said: "Then why can't you read more books and newspapers? You are the deputy secretary of the party committee of the organ, the leader, and the person who controls the policy. After thinking about it, he said, "Look at Zhao Qingbo, who still insists on learning cultural ...... on the Korean battlefield."

Liu Cunyi asked, "How do you know?" ”

Sun Chenghui was stunned for a moment, and covered up and said: "Don't you read the newspaper, the newspaper is published." ”

Liu Cunyi was angry: "No, I won't do it!" Reaching out and pulling out the light, "Sleep, sleep!" ”

In the dark, Liu Cunyi was still sighing and sighing, thinking about it with his eyes wide open.

Early the next morning, Sun Chenghui was about to send his son Liu Yuanchao to the nursery, but Liu Cunyi snatched Liu Yuanchao: "Son, follow me!" ”

Sun Chenghui asked, "What?" Cunyi, you're not going to work today? ”

Liu Cunyi said with a big grin: "The wound hurts, I don't want to go to work!" After saying that, he raised his hands to aid the DPRK, "Son, grow up and go to war!" It's good to fight, all men should go to war, but don't sit on the ......"

Sun Chenghui snorted: "Cunyi, I think you are a mental disease!" ”

Liu Cunyi's face tensed: "Cheng Hui, don't bother me, I'm not your student now!" ”

Sun Chenghui shook her hands and went out of the door unhappily, and went to Hongguang Middle School sullenly.

Wu Tianqing, secretary of the school's party branch, who was wearing an old military uniform, was sweating profusely and sweeping the floor at the school gate.

Sun Chenghui saw it when she walked past the school gate, and took the initiative to greet Wu Tianqing: "Morning, Secretary Wu!" ”

Wu Tianqing wiped the sweat on his forehead: "You're early, you're early, Teacher Sun." ”

I don't know why, Sun Chenghui saw Liu Cunyi's shadow from Wu Tianqing, who was sweating profusely, and his heart was hot, so he snatched the big broom in Wu Tianqing's hand and swept the ground.

Wu Tianqing hurriedly grabbed the broom again: "Teacher Sun, you go quickly, don't miss the children's class." ”

Sun Chenghui smiled and said, "Secretary Wu, I can't make a mistake, I don't have classes in the morning." ”

Wu Tianqing had a lot of strength and snatched the broom: "Then go and prepare for class, it's not your business." ”

Sun Chenghui felt that Wu Tianqing was another Liu Cunyi, and said sincerely: "Secretary Wu, you are the leader, and this sweeping is not your business!" ”

Wu Tianqing shouted in a loud voice: "Hey, what kind of leader am I?" Teacher Sun, didn't you listen to your brother-in-law, Vice Principal Tian Jianchuan? I'm a secretary, I can't do anything other than sweep the floor and clean the windows! ”

Sun Chenghui said angrily: "Vice President Tian is talking nonsense! ”

Wu Tianqing found a bosom friend and shouted even more energetically: "If you don't respect the leadership of the party and look down on the working people, such a person still wants to join the party?!" What a joke! Mr. Sun, you are a demobilized soldier, a business backbone, and you respect the organization and love labor, so you should actively move closer to the organization. ”

Sun Chenghui nodded and said, "Secretary Wu, I have already written an application for joining the party. ”

Wu Tianqing said again and again: "Good, good, we must also be more active in moving closer to the party in action!" ”

When I arrived at the grade office, the office was still empty, and Tian Jianchuan, the brother-in-law who was the vice principal, came to talk to Sun Chenghui about the course arrangement. After the talk, Sun Chenghui told Secretary Wu Tianqing's dissatisfaction with Tian Jianchuan. Then she persuaded Tian Jianchuan and said: "Brother-in-law, I think you still have more respect for Secretary Wu Tianqing, and he is also bitter in his heart." ”

Tian Jianchuan didn't take it seriously: "Wu Tianqing shouldn't have come to our school to be the secretary of the party branch at all, the level of literacy, and the leader of a complete middle school, this thing itself is ridiculous, a layman leads an insider!" ”

Sun Chenghui said: "But Secretary Wu is the leader of the party after all, and we should still respect it." ”

Tian Jianchuan said: "It's not that I don't want to respect him, but he is also too self-conscious, and he doesn't understand anything about teaching, and he dares to talk nonsense." No, at the school council meeting the day before yesterday, Principal Wang said that the mathematics scores of the two classes in the third year of junior high school went up in one semester, and the mathematics group should be praised. Guess what Secretary Wu said? He said, what is the point of going up for a semester? In this semester, we fought from the northeast to Tianjin, and none of the three major battles lasted more than one semester. Cheng Hui, what do you say is this? ”

Sun Chenghui sighed: "Secretary Wu also has to have an adaptation process, brother-in-law, you can't be in a hurry." ”

Tian Jianchuan said: "This is not a matter of adaptation, such a secretary is not competent at all. ”

Sun Chenghui said: "Brother-in-law, I hope you can still support him more and help him more." After thinking about it, he said, "Brother-in-law, I won't tell you, as soon as I saw Secretary Wu, I always remembered Cunyi......"

It was on this day that Liu Cunyi cleaned up his room at home and washed and dried the bedding, when he found a literacy textbook with Zhao Qingbo's name written on it and a photo of Sun Chenghui under the mattress at the head of the bed.

In the afternoon, Liu Cunyi ran to the gate of Hongguang Middle School for the first time to pick up Sun Chenghui, and on the way home, he asked in a rough voice: "Xiaohui, ...... you Do you regret marrying me? ”

At that time, "3442 Heights" had been performed vigorously, and Sun Chenghui had a premonition that an emotional storm was coming sooner or later, but he still deliberately asked: "Cunyi, what do you mean by this?" ”

Liu Cunyi stopped on the side of the road, silently took out the photo and handed it to Sun Chenghui.

Sun Chenghui took the photo and said frankly: "Not only this photo, but also the literacy textbook." ”

Liu Cunyi nodded: "I know." ”

Sun Chenghui said again: "Cunyi, I never thought of hiding it from you. ”

Liu Cunyi nodded again.

In the thick twilight, the two continued to walk home with heavy steps.

Sun Chenghui knew that Liu Cunyi was in a very depressed mood at this time. unable to adapt to work in government agencies, and was not understood by comrades like Wu Tianqing; Now, because of the sacrificed Zhao Qingbo, there are some misunderstandings about her. Therefore, his frustration, his nostalgia for the war years, on the road from the red light to their home, is completely understandable.

Sure enough, Liu Cunyi said with infinite emotion: "Now Zhao Qingbo has become a hero, but he was really inferior to me earlier." Cheng Hui, if you don't believe it, go and ask your sixth uncle, how did I fight? Qingbo is a ghost, the time he hit Chen County, it wasn't for me to bring people to rush to reinforcements in time, this guy was seventy or eighty people all heroic. ”

Sun Chenghui asked, "It seems that he saved you too, right?" ”

Liu Cunyi said: "It's just the time when I sent a letter with a steamed bun, and I saved him three times." ”

Sun Chenghui pushed Liu Cunyi: "Don't blow it, you have been injured three times, but Camp Commander Zhao has not been injured once." ”

Liu Cunyi sighed: "Now he doesn't even have a chance to be injured." There were tears in his eyes, "If I also go to North Korea, and I am also in the 3442 Heights, maybe Zhao Qingbo will not die." Even if I get injured again, I have to save him—my life is great, and Lord Yama won't accept it. ”

Sun Chenghui was silent, and after returning home, he handed the photo to Liu Cunyi along with a group photo: "Cunyi, look at this photo, and then look at this group photo of us at the school gate, what can you see?" ”

Liu Cunyi found out that the photo was partially enlarged on the group photo, and he was stunned for a moment, and asked: "Xiaohui, so you didn't give this photo to Qingbo?" ”

Sun Chenghui nodded with red eyes: "But he moved me." ”

Liu Cunyi understood, and then he sighed: "How good it would be if I sacrificed on the 3442 heights!" ”

Sun Chenghui went up to cover Liu Cunyi's mouth: "Cunyi, you ...... Don't talk nonsense! ”

Liu Cunyi pushed Sun Chenghui away: "A man should die on the battlefield!" ”

Sun Chenghui was angry: "The war must always end, including the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, it is impossible to continue to fight - Cunyi, let me ask you, if there is no war, what should men do?" Should we be sad and sigh all day long? ”

Liu Cunyi was also angry, and his voice was very loud: "Then you can't throw me in the organ to get moldy!" ”

The aid in the cradle was woken up and began to cry.

Sun Chenghui hurriedly picked up the child and said to Liu Cunyi: "Cunyi, I think, if you really don't want to be the deputy secretary of the party committee of this organ, you might as well talk to the organization and change your job as soon as possible!" ”

Liu Cunyi said suddenly: "Hey, Cheng Hui, is it okay to go back to my hometown in the countryside with me to farm?" ”

Sun Chenghui was stunned: "Cunyi, what are you kidding?!" ”

Liu Cunyi lay on the bed, looked up at the ceiling, and said with a look of fascination: "Cheng Hui, you haven't been to our hometown, I don't know how good that place is." Don't look at the sandy land, the harvest is good. A sweet potato weighs five or six pounds, is floury and sweet, and tastes like millet. The jujubes in the jujube orchard are red and big, and the peanuts are even more so, all of them are full......"

Sun Chenghui thought about going to cook, and put the aid to Liu Cunyi: "Don't say it, I'm going to cook." ”

Liu Cunyi followed Sun Chenghui into the kitchen: "Chenghui, listen to me." That's what I think, anyway, if we don't fight, let's go back to our hometown and live a good life, feed a cow, and tend a few acres of land......"

Sun Chenghui was busy working and coping at the same time: "Don't talk about it, two acres of land and a cow, and a wife and children are hot on the kang, this is a manifestation of the decline of the revolutionary will that has long been criticized by the organization." ”

Liu Cunyi was still fascinated: "You can't say that, didn't our revolution start with fighting local tyrants and dividing the land?" Now, the local tyrants have finished fighting, and the fields have been distributed to the farmers, so it's time for us to go farming. Cheng Hui, you think, let's farm the land together, and Yuan Chao will take his younger brothers and sisters to play in the field - there must be a few younger brothers and sisters in Yuan Chao, and the family is hot, isn't it strong to be moldy here? You say, don't you? ”

Sun Chenghui ignored Liu Cunyi at all.

Liu Cunyi sighed and went back to the room with his son in his arms.