Speaking of which, during the three years of natural disasters, my food ration was 34 catties per month, which is not less. But because there was no non-staple food, I was still hungry every day. My mother has to use bowls to cook, for fear that she will not be able to eat more food at the end of the month. At that time, I was growing my body, and my sister and sister saw that I was pitifully hungry, and they had to save a bite for me every time they ate.

I remember when I was in politics class, the teacher said that the pastries made of stick noodles in the store were sold for 20 yuan a catty, and that was to collect money from the capitalists. At that time, the minimum living standard per person per month was 8 yuan, and a pound of pastries was sold for 20 yuan, which could scare people. However, there are people who can afford it, and that is people like you. When you crossed the famine, although you could not enjoy the blessings as much as you used to, you did not go hungry. You are my beauty bodhisattva, since you can't be hungry, how can you make me hungry? This is the bodhisattva's heart!

Your mother knows that you are secretly serving me food and giving you a face, but you pretend not to see it and go your own way. Until one day your mother loses her temper with you, saying that your father has developed swelling, you know that your family is not a paradise either. So, you relented, but instead of reducing your supply to me, you tightened your belt yourself. But I was stupid enough to think that you were full at every meal.

It was published in newspapers, talked on the radio, and political teachers also vigorously publicized it, saying that porridge has the greatest nutritional value. So, every family boiled porridge. The students drank porridge every day, and after drinking until half of the class, they went to the toilet en masse. The teacher is not "helpless" anymore, because he can't hold it back for a long time.

Art classes are gone, music classes are gone, and physical education classes are gone. I used to be able to see my fitness in the wrestling ring a lot, but now I can't see it. I used to lie down in the window of my cottage and listen to you play the piano. If there are no music lessons at school, and your piano etudes don't stop for a day, is that your mother teaching you barbaric? Every time I ask you, you just smile and never answer. Are you protecting your mother, or is the piano part of your life?

Every time I listen to you play the piano, I miss the days when I was in elementary school. Not only are we in the same school and class, but we are also at the same table. Because I am famous for singing at school, every Children's Day, Labor Day, Army Day, National Day and the party's birthday, the school has to hold cultural and recreational activities. Every time I go on stage to sing, it's you who accompany me with the organ. How nice it was to be uninhibited, carefree, and not hungry!

Do you remember? When I was in the third grade of elementary school, I once came home from school, and you put your arm around my neck and read a villain book together as we walked. Your face smells fragrant, it smells good! At this time, a few bad boys pulled their necks and shouted: "A pair of shrimp, two cents and eight, one male and one female two cents and five!" "The one who took the lead in shouting the most fiercely was Wu Jingyuan in our class. They shouted so much that I was a little embarrassed, but you still put your arms around my neck as if you didn't hear me. Since then, I have admired you and felt that you are an amazing girl. You look so quiet on the outside, but you are so strong on the inside.

After graduating from primary school, the two of us were admitted to Tianjin 20 Middle School together. It's not so much an exam as an assignment. In that year, the reform of the education system was carried out, and regardless of the quality of academic performance, the distribution was uniformly distributed to the nearest area. We both live in the same alley, so we are naturally assigned to the same middle school. In fact, even if we don't assign it nearby, we will also apply to the same middle school.

This is a beautiful middle school, the imposing main building of the school, with imitation of Greek classical Revival architectural style, the eaves are red tile slope roof, mixed water walls. Viewed from the air, the entire building is in the shape of an airplane. According to the teacher, as early as 1928, this was a school for the children of British and overseas Chinese donated by the British overseas Chinese in Tianjin, which was only open to foreign expatriates. It was at this school that the famous journalist Israel Epstein graduated. After the outbreak of the Pacific War, the Japanese occupied and renamed it Miyajima Elementary School. After Japan's surrender, the British authorities resumed the rebuilding of English grammar schools. During the Liberation War, it was the location of the Kuomintang Tianjin Training Corps. In August 1955, Tianjin No. 20 Middle School moved here.

At that time, boys and girls were in the same school and in different classes, and they strictly obeyed the rules of teaching and receiving kisses. When you and I meet on campus, we can only give a look and a smile in our hearts, and we dare not touch casually. However, when I came home from school, I went back and forth as usual. Suddenly, one day, I noticed that you started to like to dress up, and you deliberately tried to get my attention. It is said that the eighteen changes of the female college, and the more they change, the better they look. When you walk down the street, or at school, and see so many boys paying attention to you and being attracted by your beauty, I am proud and angry.

Unfortunately, none of us went to college after high school.

I don't think it's because my family is so poor that I don't want to go to college at all. I couldn't bear to watch my mom go to work alone, raising a large family, and providing for my younger siblings to go to school. I wanted to work early to help my mother lighten some of the burdens. But you're different, your family doesn't expect you to make money at all. And your homework is so good, and you play the piano so well, there is no reason why the Conservatory should not admit you!

Many classmates say that you are too persistent, and some say it more explicit - stubborn. Why do you have to look for a conservatory? If you apply for science and engineering or literature and history, you can have a few more volunteers, and you will have more opportunities, then you will definitely be able to win. Because your homework has always been at the top of your class, you shouldn't have a problem getting into college. Just because you have only chosen one path of music, once you lose the election, you can only lose. There is some truth in my classmates' opinions, but I don't agree with them. If you do what they say, it's too philistine, isn't it going to go to college for the sake of going to college?

You have your dream to be a good pianist, that is your life's pursuit. With your family background and personal conditions, you can fight for your ideals. Unlike me, the first thing to do is to solve the problem of milk and bread.

What I didn't expect, however, was that it would be so hard to find a job. In a municipality directly under the central government, not a single unit is willing to extend an olive branch to me. I had no choice but to work part-time. But who would have expected that even temporary workers would compete so fiercely. The neighborhood office finally assigned an indicator to the neighborhood committee, and I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring. Fortunately, Aunt Wang, the director of the neighborhood committee, is a warm-hearted person and has a good relationship with my mother. With her help, I went to the municipal engineering team. It was a road repair job, and even though I only earned one dollar and two cents a day, I was already content.

The winter was eerily cold, with a bitter north wind blowing through the bare crops, kicking up puffs of dust and flying through the air. The yellow stalks of the grass on the side of the road were torn by the wind, and they fell to the ground and trembled weakly. In such a cold weather, the farmers who were idle in winter hid at home and refused to go out, and the old village seemed deserted. On the road leading to Dabizhuang on the Admiralty River in the northern suburbs of Tianjin, municipal workers are working.

At that time, the means of building roads were still very backward. Trucks pulling stones poured stones on the dug road tires, and the road builders used large steel forks to evenly spread the stones into the road tires. First there are large stones, then medium stones, then small stones, and then fine stone foam. The layers of stones are paved, and after being rolled repeatedly by the roller, the asphalt can be splashed.

I followed the example of my co-workers, squeezed my bloated padded jacket vigorously, and tied a thick straw rope around my waist. Although the image is not good-looking, it can prevent the northwest wind from pouring into the clothes to protect against the cold. Even though I look like a road builder, the smell of a student is still there. Almost all of the workers around me are not highly educated, and some are even illiterate, and they use foul language when they open and close their mouths. I feel very uncomfortable with such a group of people all day long.

---- eat!

The foreman roared like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. To put it mildly, if you're in front of you, it can scare you out. However, when the workers heard this, they felt very cordial, as if a timely rain was falling from dry land. Why do I feel different, you ask? Because everybody's hungry!

The workers threw away the tools in their hands one after another, and crowded into the leeward place to fill their stomachs while talking about the mountains and blowing the big li. Usually at this time, I don't join in the fun with them, but sit alone on the leeward slope of the roadbed, eating and reading a novel. The meal is brought from home, and the simple one couldn't be simpler. Pour a cup of boiled water, and nibble on the pickles to mix noodles and dumplings, don't just try to be full. The book is "The Troubles of Young Werther" that you lent me, and I haven't read enough after reading it twice. I can't say if it was the novel that attracted me, or because you lent it to me. I am very sympathetic to Werther's love experience, especially when I saw Werther commit suicide because he couldn't get Greendy's love, I felt indescribably depressed.

Guo Jiahang, who has a tiger's back and a bear's waist, likes to make do with me, and often lights two cigarettes and stuffs one of them into my mouth. This person is quite buddy, and he will not hesitate to stick a knife in his friend's ribs. In the words of the rivers and lakes, it is a "Tianjin doll". He has a very dazzling nickname - Guo Daxia. He and I were buddies who had beaten up in the wrestling field, and we had a good relationship. We also have a common hobby, which is to read novels. But I focus on foreign literature, he only likes martial arts novels, and he can especially tell pornographic jokes.

After eating and drinking, I lay on the leeward slope of the roadbed and watched "The Troubles of Young Werther" with relish. Guo Jiahang came to me and lay down, stuffed a lit Evergrande cigarette into my mouth according to the old habit, pouted and said, "Look at that broken book again!" I can't take care of my own troubles, and I still care about German dolls, your mother is not tired! It is said that after drinking the water of the sea and the river, my mother will not leave her mouth. Guo Jiahang doesn't say your mother, my mother, fucking, he can't open that stinky mouth. Anyway, I'm used to it, and I'm too lazy to bother with him.

Do you remember the fat man Pang Shude? He looks round and round, and the thief flesh all over his body seems to be blown up, and he grabs a handful like a cotton sleeve, and I am tired and panicked for him. You say, why does he have such a good look in the water, and he grows meat when he drinks cold water. That day, he rushed down the roadbed, rolled to us like a ball, and opened his mouth to shout: "Dude, do you want to change to a light job to earn more money?" Guo Jiahang sat up suddenly, stared at his eyes and asked, "What's the job?" The fat man pretended to be mysterious and said: "Beiyang Yarn Factory wants to recruit a group of lickers." The process is quite simple, one blow, two pickpockets, three ...... "I didn't say a good thing when I heard it, and kicked him off the roadbed." Guo Jiahang laughed and said, "Fatty, isn't your mother looking for a kick?" Brother Bao is a civilized person who can read and hyphenation, can he be a plate licker? The fat man felt very aggrieved and shouted at us: "That's what Master Zhang said!" Road construction sites, that is a man's world, and women are inseparable from their mouths. "No matter how ugly it is, they dare to pull it out. You are a beautiful bodhisattva, your ears are pure, and you can't listen to those nonsense words.

On that day, the wind was too strong and blowing in circles. When everyone had lunch, they were all crowded in the straw stacks of the villagers. Anyone who has spent time in the countryside knows that straw stacks are usually found outside the village, making them a good place to cheat. After dark, hand in hand to drill inside, it is particularly romantic. Especially in the cold winter wax moon, the cat is in the warm straw stack, listening to the wind in the wilderness, it is really a special taste in the heart!

Everyone was huddled in the straw stack to eat, and they didn't dare to smoke, and they didn't want to go out to work, so the topic always ran to women. The fat man can conform to the will of the crowd and flatteringly come to Guo Jiahang to deliver a message, Brother Guo, let's make a joke! Whenever this happens, Guo Jiahang pouts and deliberately asks, "What's the joke?" So everyone shouted, "Muddy! Muddy! Then Guo Jiahang said in a mocking tone: "Your mother likes to listen to it!" This opening statement is a convention, just like the storyteller who has to say the last sentence before every lecture he says, and it is an essential introduction. After the opening remarks, Guo Jiahang is about to get back to business.

Outside the straw stacks, the northwest wind was still blowing in circles. Inside the straw stack, everyone listened to Guo Jiahang's joke with relish: "It is said that there is a man who strikes iron in Sanshi, and he is a gambler by nature." I gambled until midnight that day, and I lost all my money, even your mother's big pants. I couldn't go home with a bare fart, so I pasted a big pant with newspaper. I didn't know that I wanted to halfway through, and I was afraid that I would tear the paper pants, so I took them off and hung them on the branches. Unexpectedly, a gust of wind blew the big pants away, and he was so anxious that he jumped and jumped. At this time, I heard a man's voice from the window behind me, hey, is it beautiful? Then I heard a woman say in a loud voice, "Beauty! It's so beautiful! When the man who struck the iron heard this, he shouted at the window, sister! Your mom is in the sky, don't forget to get my big pants down for me! ”

There is not a single dirty word in the whole article, but it tells the story vividly and vividly. If he used this ability in the right way, then the novel must be written tastefully. Of course, you don't think so. By being an "angel on the road" and telling a few nonsense jokes, can you become a writer?

I remember you told me that when I was building a road in Dabizhuang, you secretly went to see me. There were small snowflakes that day, and although there was no northwest wind, it was surprisingly cold. A field with no end in sight, empty only dry trees. In the distance, you see a group of men, with thick straw ropes tied around their waists, struggling to dig the roadbed. Among the people you see, I'm the one who counts! The soil has frozen, can you dig it? If you can't dig it, you have to dig it, what kind of courage and perseverance is that. You say that at that time, your mind immediately flashed the scene of Paul Kochagin building a railroad in the ice and snow. Paul built the railroad to bring timber into the city so that residents could heat and cook for the winter. I am not as noble as him, nor as great as him, because Paul is for the greater self, for the defense of Soviet power. My motivation is very small, it is to help my family with food and clothing. But you said, although it is for the sake of the ego, I am not greedy for comfort, and the spirit of hardship and hard work should be learned from me.

Can you explain it to me? Why, the moment you saw me digging with a pickaxe, your tears welled up all at once. Is it your compassion that touches you, or is it sad to see me suffering?

I never told you that when I was digging a ditch at Wangding Dike, I washed my tools by the fish pond after work. Accidentally, the foot in the water boot slipped, and he fell into the icy water with a butt squat, sliding down the bottom of the slope. Fortunately, a master stood next to me, grabbed me by the collar, and dragged me up. Think about it, if there was no one next to me, or if he didn't catch me, I would slide into the fish pond. I was wearing a thick padded jacket and pants, and I had bulky high water boots on my feet, even if I knew how to water, would I have the strength to escape? I have forgotten how I walked home, except that I could get home, and my whole cotton pants were wet. When my mother saw it, she couldn't help crying.

You finally learned from my mom that I deliberately didn't get into college in order to help her ease her burden. You are sad and angry when you hear it. It's sad that I was burdened with a heavy family burden at such a young age; Angry, how can I be so irresponsible about my future? The difficulties of life are only temporary, and they can always be overcome. But once you lose the opportunity to go to college, there is no way to remedy it. You are my beauty bodhisattva, but you can't save me from suffering, and I feel very sad. You made up your mind to pull me back from the municipal engineering team and forced me to review my homework with you in preparation for the college entrance examination.

The spring cold is steep, and the empty Tianjin Beidagang looks very depressed. It was originally a desolate retreat from the sea. The Daqing River, the Ziya River, the Duliu Alkali River and the Qingjing Yellow River, which originate in the mountainous areas of western Hebei, flow into the Bohai Bay here. In the endless wilderness, there is hardly a decent sign to be found. There is only the crooked old locust tree in Mashankou Village, and it is said that the famous general Xue Rengui of the Tang Dynasty once tied a war horse during his expedition to the east. Now, due to the discovery of a large oil field in Beidagang, the barren land suddenly flourished, so the Tianjin Municipal Company contracted the road construction project here.

On that day, against the rising red sun, you rode a pigeon bicycle and went to Beidagang to find me despite the long distance. You walked along the asphalt avenue and found the road construction site where I was without too much difficulty. You can hear me clearly, I'm saying effortlessly, not that it's not hard. Dozens of kilometers is really not easy for you as a girl!

It's embarrassing to think back to the day you looked for me. At that time, Guo Jiahang, who had a big shoulder and a round waist, stood on the high slope and recited aloud to the workers with great interest: A bear on the high slope has infinite power to pull out the willows. One day, I will be a hero! I made fun of him: beat gongs and drums to play bears, and bears want to be heroes. Even if you are called lucky, a bear is still a bear. He heard that I was making fun of him, so he yelled at his co-workers to "show him melons"! The co-workers rushed up and pushed me to the ground. I struggled and resisted desperately, clutching at my belt and refusing to let go. However, I couldn't resist the commotion of the herd of calves, and I watched my pants be ripped off, revealing half of my ass.

At this time, I suddenly heard a thunderbolt shouting: "Bao Jianming!" ”

When they heard your shout, they all stopped and followed the sound to look at you. Judging from their expressions, they were all stunned by your beauty. The fat man almost cried out: "My mother! Have you ever seen such a beautiful woman? Guo Jiahang also stared at him: "Obediently, this is the Seven Fairies going down to find Dong Yong!" I took the opportunity to turn around and put on my pants, hurriedly fastened my belt, and ran towards you in a commotion, and asked with an embarrassed smile, "Why are you here?" ”

You replied very simply, asking me to go back with you to review your homework and prepare for the college entrance examination. At first, I refused, saying that I had already told you that I didn't want to go to university. When you saw that I didn't agree, you took a bicycle, walked to the construction site, grabbed a big steel fork, and worked awkwardly. With your strength, you can't pick up a few stones with a fork, which makes the workers laugh. I couldn't get over my face, so I walked over and grabbed the big steel fork in your hand, but you just wouldn't give it to me. You still yell at me, if you don't go back with you, you won't leave! In the end, I couldn't screw you, and obediently went back to the city with you.