In 1966, the Central Committee expressed its support for students to exchange "revolutionary experience" throughout the country, and thus the vigorous "great tandem" began. As long as teachers and students are in the name of the Red Guards, they can travel around the country free of charge, and their meals and lodgings are also free; in just over three months, the leaders have met with more than 13 million Red Guards and young teachers and students from all over the country.

In 1968, at the end of the "Great Tandem", Fang Xuan and Han Xuan took the train to the north in the name of teachers and students. The luggage of the two was simple, and they thought that they could go all the way lightly, but they never expected that there was no place to stand on the whole train.

Han Xuan smiled bitterly at Fang Xuan helplessly, one foot barely reached the ground, but the other foot didn't know where to put it. He looked at the surroundings surrounded by almost all young people of his own age, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, did these people also take refuge in distant places?

But he didn't know that these people around him had already lost their souls numbly at the moment, and they were not even as good as Liu Wanshan, although Liu Wanshan was stupid, he still knew the emotions with his mother, but these people just forgot the thing called feelings in this era.

I can't remember the time on the train, I just know that there will be fewer people at every stop, but it won't be long before new people will fill in, and there is still no place to put down in the whole carriage. The train roared forward, but the carriage was already filled with the smell of sweat and other smells of chaos, Han Xuan wanted to cover his nose with his hand, but found that there was not even a gap to raise his hand.

Time passed minute by minute, I don't know how many dozes I had, and I don't know how many days have passed.

"Xiao Xuan, wake up, it's time to stand!" In a trance, Han Xuan was woken up by Fang Xuan's urging voice.

Han Xuan's heart was overjoyed, and his whole person immediately became energetic, and after tossing for a long time, it finally arrived! But when Han Xuan walked out of the train with Fang Xuan's footsteps, his heart was like an ice cave again. I saw that the huge train station was also full of people with red hoops, and as far as the eye could see, there were still big-character posters of various colors.

"Fight for private criticism, down with the Posture Faction!"

The slogans belonging to this era sounded again, and those who shouted the slogans looked proud, even immersed in it.

"Carry the Great Proletarian Revolution to the end!"

The voices were higher and higher, and the people saluted solemnly, all of which looked solemn and solemn. Cold sweat broke out on Han Xuan's forehead, he didn't know why, he didn't feel this kind of heat on the crowded and hot train.

"Socialism is good, socialism is good" suddenly sounded in my ears again, and with the rhythm of the song, the pedestrian danced a suffocating dance. Han Xuan had heard others say that this was called "Zhongzi Dance".

Among these people, there are peasants, old people, and children, are they very happy? Maybe, how can they dance if they are not happy?

Han Xuan was confused, the evil things in his eyes were so "beautiful" in the eyes of others. He's hot, he's restless. It wasn't until he was pulled to the bus by Fang Xuan that Han Xuan's mind was still thinking about the people who were "dancing" on the street.

"Xiao Xuan, sleep for a while, I'm tired all the way. I just asked Comrade Driver, it's still a long way to where we got off. Fang Xuan touched Han Xuan's head and said.

Han Xuan shook his head, "It's okay, I'm not very sleepy. With that, he tilted his head to the side and looked out the window.

Summer in the Northeast is also very hot, but there is less stuffy humidity, and the breeze blows, and there is a hint of coolness. As the bus passed through Central Street, Han Xuan looked at the buildings he had never seen before, and lost his mind for a while. It was many years later that he learned that they were called "Gothic architecture".

In the summer of Harbin City, lilacs bloom all over the streets, and you will be inadvertently soaked by the fragrance of lilacs, if there are no annoying big-character posters in the city, Han Xuan will definitely like this city.

The car had been driving for a long time, but Han Xuan and Fang Xuan had long been accustomed to this kind of bump, and they were both attracted by the scenery they were observing.

"It's here, haha, it's here!" Fang Xuan held a note in his hand, which was the address sent by his old friend.

"Xiao Xuan, you must be polite when we meet, his real name is Liang Hua, you can call Liang Bo. He's a very enthusiastic person, don't be afraid" Fang Xuan instructed Han Xuan while searching around according to the address in his hand.

After looking for a while, Fang Xuan also roughly determined the direction, and asked several more people, and then determined the direction of a low building. The building is not old, but it has only three floors and is more like a tube building.

"This comrade, is there a family surnamed Liang in this building?" Fang Xuan saw that there was an old man in ragged clothes sitting downstairs, so he stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and asked.

The old man muttered two sentences in his mouth, and then immediately howled, "Oh, I am guilty, I am the people's great sinner, I beg the organization to criticize me and re-educate me!"

After saying this, Fang Xuan and Han Xuan, who was standing aside, were confused, could it be that this old man regarded them as Red Guards?

"That comrade, we're not here to criticize you, just to ask about something. Fang Xuan hurriedly explained.

As soon as the old man heard this, the wailing immediately stopped, and he was resentful in his heart, Lao Tzu had been crying for so long in vain, and he dared to be wrong. Then he wiped the corners of his eyes with his tattered sleeves, and said a little angrily: "There are nine families in this building, and I am the only one surnamed Liang.

"It turns out that Comrade Liang's surname is also Liang, so do you know where Comrade Liang Hua lives? We are his distant relatives, and we have come to him to join our relatives this time. Fang Xuan explained his intention in a few simple words, if he didn't make it clear during this period, there would be some trouble.

"What?" The old man's body shook visibly, and then he raised his dirty head and looked at the person in front of him.

"Brother Fang Fang?" the old man trembled as he spoke, but his body stood up with a "rubbing", sweeping away his aging state.

Fang Xuan was stunned at first, and then began to carefully look at the old man in front of him.

"Brother Liang, is it really you?" It's not that Fang Xuan is clumsy, it's just that the vicissitudes of life, people have changed a lot, plus Liang Hua deliberately put on an aging posture, and his whole body is full of filth, which is difficult to recognize.

"Hey, it's a long story, let's go, go upstairs and talk!" Liang Hua sighed, but he couldn't help but be happy when he saw his old friend, so he pulled Fang Xuan and Han Xuan and walked upstairs.