I felt that the place where I was lying was a little hard, and there was a hot feeling heating my body. It was so warm that I didn't want to get up.
Wang Yan reacted immediately. He was lying on the kang, the head of which was burning hot.
When I opened my eyes, what I saw was darkness. There were frost flowers on the windows in front of me, and water droplets caused by the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor fell, condensed, and fell again. Following the plastic sheeting on the windows to keep them warm in winter, I could vaguely see a little white light outside. This scene was not unfamiliar to him. It was snowing heavily outside.
Looking closer, he was covered with a large soft cotton quilt printed with big peonies, and his coat was pressed against his feet. The paint on the walls is peeling off and uneven, and some places are covered with old newspapers. There was a cabinet about half a meter high, with several quilts stacked on it, and a small kang table next to it.
Turning his head and looking at the blue-tiled floor, he saw a row of large bookshelves leaning against the north wall, filled with books. Beside the east wall, there are two solid wood chairs and a small coffee table. There is a large enamel jar with the paint on it printed with the portrait of Big Brother China and the words "Serve the People". Beside the chair, there are two red thermoses.
After checking the environment, Wang Yan lay down again and pushed the cotton-padded coat covering it to the side with his feet. It was uncomfortable to press anything on it. Then the communication system receives this time's identity information.
Wang Yan is twenty-two years old. Five years ago, his father, who worked in a tractor factory, died fighting a fire. Four years ago, his mother, who worked in a sugar factory, passed away due to worry. Because he was only seventeen years old at the time, and was between being able to stand on his own feet and not being able to stand on his own feet, his neighbor and relative Zhou Zhigang discussed with the street leaders and took over the task of taking care of him. Because of his biological father's efforts, the tractor factory cared for him, gave him a condolence payment when he died, and also took care of him and gave him some help on weekdays. After his mother died, they worked with the sugar factory to give him one month's adult salary until he was eighteen.
Originally, when his father died, he could take over from his biological father and go directly to the factory to work as an apprentice. But because he had to go to school, and the factory leaders arranged for someone else to fill the vacancy and gave them more money, he continued to go to school.
But the good times did not last long. Only one year later, the movement to go to the countryside began, and I did not go to school. Because he had learned Chinese medicine from his grandfather since he was a child and was able to treat common ailments such as colds and fevers, he was assigned to work at the photon clinic. The salary is 20 yuan per month. Even though doctors are only grassroots doctors, due to the severe shortage of medical staff, the salary is not bad, and there are others who pay this and that. This is enough for him to live by himself, so the past few years have been good.
The relationship between their family and Zhou Zhigang's family is between Li Suhua and his biological mother. They are said to be relatives, but they are basically not related. He calls Li Suhua aunt. As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Plus, if you can get close, the relationship will be very good. Otherwise, Zhou Zhigang and the others would not have found a way to take care of him.
Because of the rural movement in 1969, after Zhou Zhigang, his eldest son Zhou Bingyi, and his second daughter Zhou Rong left, he lived there on weekdays. Together with Li Suhua and Zhou Bingkun, mother and son, they slept on their big kang. The main thing is to save coal. Burning two families' kang is far less cost-effective than setting up a fire to burn one family's kang, and it is much hotter.
For meals and other things, the non-staple food is in his own hands. According to the information, he gave it to him and they didn't ask for it. But he always bought a lot of grain, meat and other messy things and sent them to Zhou's house to have dinner together. He was rather ruthless, because the food was pretty good and there was something fishy every now and then.
There is not much to say about the causes of the rural movement. Materials were extremely scarce and the situation was difficult. It was certain that both the upper and lower classes would not be able to live well. In such an era of great changes, it can be said that his life is already very good.
The reason why he didn't sleep at Zhou's house today was because Zhou Bingkun gathered a group of his friends for their first gathering. Although they are all from this area, he also knows Xiao Guoqing, Sun Qianchao, and Cao Debao, but that's it, not saying how good the relationship is. As for Lu Chuan and Tang Xiangyang, he had no contact with them, so he just went over to have a simple meal, joked with them for a few words, then returned home early and lay down on the kang to sleep.
The time now is, February 5, 1973, the third day of the Lunar New Year.
After receiving the information, Wang Yan had an idea. This year, Zhou Zhigang went to Guizhou to find Zhou Rong, Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei got married in the Corps, but they never came back to celebrate the New Year. Li Suhua looked forward to the joy day and night. However, knowing that Zhou Zhigang went to see Zhou Rong, and knowing that he had to forgive Zhou Rong, an unfilial daughter who secretly ran away to the mountains of Guizhou to marry a man ten years older than her, so that everything could be prosperous only if the family was harmonious, I was somewhat relieved.
As for today's first gathering of Zhou Bingkun and his friends, he also knew that after all, he had just watched the TV series and was deeply impressed. If nothing else, there will be a small commotion tomorrow over Qiao Chunyan and Cao Debao.
As for Zheng Juan, the time of her arrival was not coincidental. The child would be four or five months old by now. But that's okay, because if Zheng Juan was not raped, would he still let Zhou Bingkun be with Zheng Juan? Let it go, it may also involve some issue of giving away a daughter. Don't let it go, the relationship between Zhou Bingkun and Zheng Juan is indeed very touching, how could it be so easy to break it up.
At the same time, there is another key issue. It is precisely because of Zheng Juan's experience that the precious relationship between Zhou Bingkun and Zheng Juan is highlighted, and Zhou Bingkun's manly side is revealed.
This is not to say that Zheng Juan should have such an experience, but it is undeniable that for a man, the meaning is indeed different. If Zhou Bingkun was not really in love, but just wanted Zheng Juan to be beautiful, there would be no need to marry her home. Zheng Juan had already said not to bother her, and that she would be fine if she found a wife.
And Zhou Bingkun really did it. He loved people, which is very important.
Of course, there was also the relationship between Zheng Juan, who worked hard and took care of Li Suhua, but that happened after both parties had already agreed. It had an impact, but it was not as big as imagined.
After all, Zhou Bingkun knew that the child was Luo Shibin's before, and he didn't change his original intention after knowing what happened to Zheng Juan. But just when he tried to confess to Zhou Zhigang, he was kicked back, which delayed it for several more years. With Li Suhua being paralyzed and Zheng Juan taking care of her, Zhou Zhi just let go.
Of course, if he really wanted to say it, even if Zhou Zhigang relented, he would not want to in his heart. It's just that Zheng Juan's hard work and hard work have helped the Zhou family a lot. People's hearts are full of flesh. Zheng Juan has everything going well except for having someone else's child. She is a good wife. Plus Zhou Bingkun has a clear attitude, so it's just that. .
It's useless to say that now, he just analyzes it out of habit. After all, he came here at this time, and he couldn't control what happened before.
Without thinking any more, Wang Yan lifted the quilt and sat up. He planned to take a stroll and see his home this time. And it's early now, just after nine o'clock. The main reason is that there are not many entertainment activities or entertainment products in this year. Winter nights are long, turning on the lights consumes electricity, and there is nothing to do if you don't sleep.
Although he is in very good health and adaptable, and it happens to be night time, there is no jet lag. However, being in the south where summer begins, and suddenly arriving in the northeast where the snow is falling, it still affects his sleep to some extent, so he took a walk to take a rest.
Although he could feel the air-conditioning in the room because of his physique, he didn't pay attention to it, not to mention that he was still wearing autumn clothes and long trousers under the quilt. Putting on the cotton-padded jacket that he had kicked aside, he went down to the ground and pulled on his handmade cotton slippers. He picked up a box of red plums next to his quilt, took out one and stuffed it into his mouth, lit it with a match, and took a sip. I couldn't help but shook my head, almost embarrassed.
With a cigarette in his mouth, he wandered to the bookshelf and looked through the books. Many of them were about medical skills, some were Chinese studies books, and some were foreign classics. Of course, there were also many indispensable red books.
Many of these books should be burned. However, there is a cellar in his courtyard with a mezzanine. After hiding it for several years, it was restored bit by bit. The main reason is that he became a sitting doctor in a health center, he is quite good at treating headaches and brain fever, and his roots are very upright, so no one knows him as well, that's all. It is worth mentioning that at the beginning of the play, the box of books that Zhou Bingyi gave to Zhou Bingkun to keep was all kept here.
After browsing briefly, he opened the door curtain and entered the kitchen of the house, which is commonly known as the "outhouse" in the Northeast. The fire in the stove pit was still suppressed, and there were scattered sparks. This was because there would still be fire in the middle of the night. Hot and airy. There was a slight surge of steam in the large pot with a lid on the stove, which was to prevent the water left in the pot from burning dry.
A small window was opened on the north side. Below it was a countertop made of bricks and stones, with a sink for washing vegetables and dishes, and some spoons and the like on one side. A cabinet stood in one corner, containing pots and pans that had fallen a layer of dust. There is a urine bucket on the ground in the middle. Since this is only a public toilet, it is still some distance away, and it is cold outside, so we have to deal with it in this room.
Further past, there is a west room, which is also a fire pit. But it was the stove in the outhouse that lit the fire. The cabinet on the floor contains his clothes from all seasons. According to the information given by the system, this house was built before he was born. It is twenty years old and it is also an old house.
Pushing open the door of the outhouse and entering the yard, there was heavy snowfall, and the snow covered the toes of the feet, which heralded a good harvest. Although he has an urban registered permanent residence and does not have land.
The yard is not big or small. There is a small wing on the west side, which contains some tools and sundries. On the east side is a small piece of land. It was originally used to grow vegetables when his mother was alive, but later he I got some flower seeds and they bloomed once a year. There are two steps to go from the door to the yard, which shows that the foundation of his old house is very solid. The gate is made of two low wooden boards. It can be said that this door is just a door.
It was also at this time that as the population increased, as the population increased, houses were built haphazardly, and finally the streets turned into alleys. The public security is still good, and the folk customs are still simple, so there is no such thing as sliding the door and picking the lock. Of course, this is also due to the current environment. We are all poor and have nothing to worry about.
The old Zhou's house next door was brightly lit, and you could hear the laughter and laughter of a group of young people inside. It was Zhou Bingkun and his good friends who were enjoying themselves.
To be honest, this was probably the happiest time they had drank together. Now they don't care about utilitarianism, they only think about how good it will be in the future, and they are still very young.
I can't say it absolutely, but it is certain that most beginnings are always so beautiful, and people can't help but sigh, 'How did it end up like this'...
Wang Yan looked up at the falling snowflakes in the sky and listened to their drunken rhetoric. He shook his head and smiled, flicked the cigarette butt into the snow, turned around and went into the house, closed the door, and got into the warm bed, preparing for sleep. .
It has been many years since he slept on this heated bed. The last time he did it was when he was embroidering spring knives. It had been almost two hundred years ago. It was a distant memory from his childhood in the village. If he hadn't worked hard, he would have forgotten all about it and completely become a person without a past...
Zhou Bingkun and the others were quite capable of putting up a fight, and they didn't disperse until after twelve o'clock. They made a fuss for a while before leaving, and got a lot of shouting from their neighbors before they finally dispersed...
The next day, Wang Yan opened his eyes after a full night's sleep. It was only half past five and it was still dark outside. The fire that had been burning in the pit outside all night had long since been extinguished. The bed was fine, but there was also a bit of coolness creeping into it. He is in good health, so being cold is nothing to worry about.
He didn't get up to exercise. It was snowing heavily outside and he was past the age of playing in the snow. He didn't go back to sleep again, because he had slept well. He lay in the dark room, staring at the outside window, listening to the sound of the north wind blowing the plastic from time to time, and he couldn't help but think of his past. Gu Yong
In my memory, when he was still in the village, it was winter, around this time, and his biological mother Zhang Xia or his biological father Wang Dong would always get up to light a fire, boil water in a pot, and then come back to put him to bed. Tuck in the quilt and go back to sleep. Although he only felt it clearly three or two times, his biological parents must have raised him up like this...
After recalling the mischief of childhood more than 400 years ago, and once again thankful for the care of my living father, the time has reached seven o'clock. The long night has faded, the sky is bright, the smoke from outside has risen, and people in various houses have begun to prepare breakfast, and the day has begun.
Wang Yan put on his big cotton-padded jacket and two cotton-padded trousers, put on his clothes and trousers, folded the quilt, put it on the small cabinet at the end of the kang, and pulled a piece of sheet over it to prevent dust from falling.
After putting on the big leather cotton shoes that he had gotten back from scratching, after all, he had not worn them in many years, they were so bulky. He stretched out his arms and kicked his legs, and did a few simple martial arts movements. Although it had an impact, it did not break. Then he was satisfied. nod. When I got to the outhouse, I opened the lid of the big pot and tested the temperature of the remaining water in the pot. After I felt that it was still warm, I used a gourd gourd to scoop the water into the basin, and took out toothbrushes, soap, etc. After washing up, he opened the door and walked out.
There was a lot of snow last night, almost up to the ankles, and it squeaked when you stepped on it, which was a favorite of the children. But the photon kiddies haven't gotten up yet, and they will go crazy by then.
There was the sound of shovels grabbing the ground outside, as families were sweeping the snow in front of their doors.
Wang Yan walked to the small wing on the west side in three or two steps, took out a big shovel and a big broom, stretched his arms, and piled the snow in the yard onto the small flower patch on the east side, and piled the snow on the street outside the door into the house opposite. back. There is no movement at Lao Zhou's house yet. He was still drunk yesterday. After he shoveled all the snow in the yard of Lao Zhou's house and outside the gate, he took a big broom and started working from side to side, sweeping out a spacious path.
"Ah...Zhou Bingkun..."
Just after sweeping for a while, I heard Qiao Chunyan's scream coming from Lao Zhou's house, and then Zhou Bingkun's loud defensive voice sounded. He knew what was happening, so he ignored it and focused on clearing the snow.
"Xiaoyan, I'm sweeping the snow."
Hearing the commotion, Wang Yan raised his head and looked at the person who was speaking. He saw that he was wearing the same bulky clothes and a red scarf. He was taking small steps to avoid slipping and greeted him with a smile.
"Ah, aunt, why are you back so early? Chunyan and his family don't take care of the food?"
"Where is this child? Don't you even think about it, how can I not be kept here? You have to be polite." Li Suhua smiled and stepped forward, took Wang Yan's arm, and whispered: "Isn't this what Chunyan was doing yesterday?" You live here, Chunyan's mother and I were thinking about getting them together before, so we're just thinking about it. Did you make any progress with the meal you had with them yesterday?"
Wang Yan shook his head: "I'm not familiar with them either. After I was full, I went back to my house to sleep. Auntie, you made the kang so hot yesterday. I can't waste it anymore. I slept until dawn."
"You kid just knows how to talk."
Wang Yan chuckled: "But auntie, I thought I heard Qiao Chunyan shouting just now. Bingkun was explaining there. Maybe it will actually happen."
"Really?" Li Suhua was stunned for a moment, thought of a good thing, and slapped Wang Yan on the back: "Then I'll go and see what's going on. Auntie will cook for you later, so you can clean up first."
"okay."
Wang Yan watched Li Suhua enter the house with a smile and continued to sweep the snow with his head down. Although he knew it was impossible, he said what Li Suhua wanted to hear, it didn't matter...
Li Suhua looked at Zhou Bingkun, who looked aggrieved, and said, "Bingkun, it's not that Mom said you were stupid. You didn't seize such a good opportunity, and Cao Debao took it. How can you deal with it? Mom is really Sad."
"Oh, Mom, please don't worry about me. I don't like Chunyan in the first place. I've always regarded him as my sister, so I blame you for making such blind moves. Please take a look at this."
Li Suhua sighed: "How can I tell Chunyan's parents later? I'm so worried."
"What's the matter? It's okay, Mom. I'll go find Cao Debao in a minute. Chunyan has to marry him whether he wants to marry or not. Is it okay if you dare to do it or not? You must give Chunyan an explanation."
Wang Yan was gulping down the porridge mixed with yesterday's leftover rice and eating cornmeal pancakes with pickles and dumplings, and looked at Zhou Bingkun with a smile.
To be honest, Wang Yan felt that Zhou Bingkun's feelings for Qiao Chunyan were quite complicated. As the saying goes, women chase men's spacer yarn. According to Qiao Chunyan's reputation as the second most beautiful person in the film, who would not be confused if he rushes to express his feelings? It was at that time when Zhou Bingkun went to see Zheng Juan that he was shown off by those big white legs. Qiao Chunyan's moment of backwardness was meaningless.
After all, Zhou Bingkun is one year younger than him. He is twenty-one this year and was twenty when he met Zheng Juan. He is a young man with a spring in his heart, and the big white legs at the beginning must be something he can't get rid of. I kept thinking about it, and then I became obsessed with Zheng Juan. It is impossible to say that one look at each other, the so-called love at first sight, directly made Zhou Bingkun fall in love.
But Qiao Chunyan was always rushing to pursue him, and ended up sleeping with Cao Debao, whom she had just met, which was somewhat uncomfortable.
"Auntie, Bingkun, I don't think you need to worry."
Li Suhua sighed again: "Can you not worry? I was the one who called Chunyan. I can't explain it."
"Yes, what if Cao Debao refuses to admit his guilt?" Zhou Bingkun was already thinking about how to deal with Cao Debao...
"You don't know." Wang Yan shook his head and said, "When Qiao Chunyan came yesterday, my eyes lit up when I saw Cao Debao. Later, during dinner, Cao Debao played a tune on the harmonica, and Qiao Chunyan's eyes lit up when she looked at him. There are stars shining in it. So I think it might be Qiao Chunyan who took the initiative to reveal the signal. After all, you all know her temperament, so she might be able to do this.
Also, I know Bingkun’s drinking capacity. Most people can’t drink him. Cao Debao’s physique looks almost boring. It's not like Cao Debao can still force himself after drinking too much. If the noise is loud, Bingkun should have some sense. It's impossible not to hear any movement. So, aunt, Bingkun, you two think about it, right..."
He raised his eyebrows and gave a knowing look.
Li Suhua was someone who had been here before. She understood immediately and frowned, thinking about this possibility.
Zhou Bingkun had not yet shown his gun, but he reacted with a look of realization: "Brother Yan, you mean Chunyan didn't resist?"
"Well, almost. And after drinking so much, whether Cao Debao can do it or not is a question."
"Okay, let's see what you two said." Li Suhua rolled her eyes at Wang Yan and glared at her stupid son: "Then I can't tell Chunyan's parents about this..."
Chinese people have always been taboo about talking about sex, even if they don't delay having sex... Wang Yan said: "What else can you say? Auntie, Qiao Chunyan is interested in Cao Debao at first sight, otherwise she would have nothing to do with her shouting. Son. Just say what you want, and Qiao Chunyan will take care of the rest.
You too, Bingkun. Anyway, Cao Debao drank too much, so he probably can't remember anything. Besides, he also flirted with Qiao Chunyan yesterday, which I think is pretty good. Qiao Chunyan is a woman. If she spreads the news herself, Cao Debao will have to marry her no matter what. Otherwise, how will they, the old Cao family, get along in the future? Is this true? You can't marry her, can you? "
"Don't talk nonsense. Bingkun can't marry. That's easy to say or not." Before Zhou Bingkun could speak, Li Suhua made the decision: "I will do as you say. After dinner, I will go to Lao Qiao's house to talk. Bingkun , you, you are so worried, you are in your twenties, why are you not in a hurry. And you, Xiaoyan, you should also serve some snacks, you are the only one left in your family, and I am still pointing out the incense to you. "
Wang Yan responded with a smile, listening to Li Suhua's chatter from his marriage with Zhou Bingkun to Zhou Zhigang, then to Zhou Bingyi, Hao Dongmei, and then to Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng. She is worried about...
After breakfast, there was no need for him to clean up. He said hello to Li Suhua and wandered to the health center located in the center of Guangzi Film, at the intersection of five streets. Human life is the top priority. Although they are only a grassroots medical organization, they still have to keep people on duty. Today is his shift...
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