Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

Seeing Lin Zhengjun coming, He Qiang welcomed him very much and patiently taught Lin Zhengjun the basic fingering techniques, and then Lin Zhengjun began to try to play the piano.

"Oh, Zhengjun, you are so talented. These hands are born to play the piano!"

"He learns so quickly, he can do it once he is taught!"

Afterwards, Tang Xiaofu and He Qiang were dumbfounded because Lin Zheng learned piano very quickly.

"Well, I learned a little bit from a relocated music teacher in the barn of Huaibian County High School. Now I pick it up again and it feels quite fun."

Lin Zhengjun still used the same words.

All that talent, quick learning, and having learned from a music teacher in the barn are nonsense. He just learned to play the piano in his previous life!

People are like this. Once there are no women in life, they will have more time and it will be easy to learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

But he has to lay the groundwork. If his piano skills suddenly burst out one day, it would be difficult to explain.

At noon, the train police came and invited everyone to the dining car for a free meal. It was a celebration banquet and also an expression of gratitude to Lin Zhengjun and others.

Everyone agreed happily and had a free meal and drinks.

"Let's row our oars and push the waves away! The lake reflects the beautiful white tower, surrounded by green trees and red walls..."

It was past four o'clock in the afternoon. Lin Zhengjun was still playing the piano, and Tang Xiaofu was humming a song softly. Her voice was clear and bright, like a stream of water washing away the dust in people's hearts.

This song is quite old. It was the interlude of "Flowers of the Motherland", the first children's film shot by Changchun Film Studio in 1955.

In theory, this song has a beautiful and positive atmosphere, but for some reason, Lin Zhengjun always felt a tinge of sadness and melancholy whenever he heard it in his past and present lives.

He thought about the source of this inexplicable sadness and melancholy for a long time, and finally gradually understood it.

In the past, you thought the song was about the future, and now you think it is the past. In fact, it is the beauty that you never had!

This song is an enlightenment to the modern life of rural teenagers. Rowing in Beihai Park, with red walls, yellow tiles, green trees and white towers, is so beautiful.

That kind of urbanized life is something that every rural child envies, yet is out of reach.

When I was a child, after finishing my homework (it wasn't something as grand as homework), Lin Zhengjun and others had to work in the fields with their backs to the sky and their faces to the earth, while others could go to the park, row boats, and sing, and they sang in beautiful Mandarin.

But the entertainment of Lin Zhengjun and his peers was just playing in the mud, fighting with sticks, or just having a fight, and singing earthy and dirty folk songs and nursery rhymes.

There is not even this little bit of entertainment. They have to collect grass to feed the pigs, cook and wash the pots, or get beaten up for no reason by their parents who are overwhelmed by life!

In his past and present lives, Lin Zhengjun didn't go to the county town for the first time until he was in high school, but there were no parks there, not even asphalt roads.

It was not until his second year of high school when he participated in a city-wide middle school speech contest that he went to Huanghuai City for the first time and saw the park for the first time.

But it was just a place where a few pine trees were planted, the road was paved with bricks, there were broken piles of earth, a lot of garbage was thrown around, and feces and urine were seen everywhere.

There, there is no lake or boat, nor white pagoda or willow trees.

In addition to this song, the compulsory education in the 1970s and 1980s was largely influenced by modern urban life and had a fatal attraction for rural children, as if it had opened the door to a new world.

Every rural child seems to be standing in front of a huge chasm formed by the urban-rural differences. With the help of these texts and illustrations, they can get a glimpse of the beautiful scenery on the other side!

Electric lights and telephones, the mountains and rivers of the motherland, hoop rolling and snowball fights...

Every detail in the book made Lin Zhengjun and others establish the dream of studying hard, getting into college one day, breaking away from the countryside, and marrying a lively and lovely female Young Pioneer who could row a boat on the lake!

Piles of books built a ladder to heaven, and exercises formed steps. They ran, they walked alone, they fell and got up again, climbing to the other side with difficulty...

When the song ended, Lin Zhengjun looked at Tang Xiaofu blankly and asked, "Xiaofu, have you ever rowed a boat in Beihai Park?"

"Well, pass by."

"You were once a dream that was out of reach!" Lin Zhengjun gently held her little hand and smiled with emotion.

"What do you mean?" Tang Xiaofu was confused.

Just as Lin Zhengjun was about to explain, the radio on the train suddenly sounded.

“Passengers, the journey of the train is limited, but the mileage of the revolution is unlimited. Let us contribute our own strength to accelerate the socialist modernization drive in different positions.”

"Passengers, we are about to arrive at the final stop, Yanjing Station. Please get off the train in order after it stops at the station."

"We've finally arrived!" The delegation cheered.

Looking at the continuous buildings outside the window with deep eyes, Lin Zhengjun smiled and said: "Now, this dream has finally arrived!"

"Come with me! The organizing committee of the Writers' Congress has sent a car and people to pick you up!" Li Jun stood up and shouted.

Wow!

A group of people dragged large and small bags out of the station led by Li Jun.

As we came forward, we saw Liu Xinwu holding up a paper sign with the words "Central Plains Province Delegation to the National Congress of Literature and Art" written on it in red paint. Behind him was a group of vigorous and energetic young people.

"It's them!"

Li Jun walked over, shook hands with him, and said with a smile: "Comrade Xinwu, thank you for your hard work!"

Although Liu Xinwu is young, he is a rising star in the literary world. He is a good writer and is the editor of "October", so he has a wide circle of friends.

A work by Li Jun was also published in the inaugural issue of October. Liu Xinwu had previously gone to Zhongyuan to ask him to write an article, and they had known each other for a long time.

"Hello, Teacher Li!"

Liu Xinwu shook hands with him perfunctorily, then stepped aside and rushed to Lin Zhengjun, shaking his hand and greeting him before giving him a warm hug. He smiled so hard that his mouth was almost split to his ears and said, "Haha, Comrade Zhengjun, I've been looking forward to seeing you here for so long, and finally you're here!"

Then, he turned around and shouted, "Classmates, this is Chu Kuangren, the author of The Shepherd. He also has a novella titled Under the Hawthorn Tree that will be published in the November issue of People's Literature. Director Xie Tieli of Beijing Film Studio is planning to adapt it!"

"My fellow countryman, Mr. Lin, I am your fellow countryman!"

A young man ran over and shook hands with Lin Zhengjun.

He has a side-parted hair, squinty eyes, tanned skin with obvious signs of labor, a thin face, and particularly thick lips.

Liu Zhenyun!

He was from Yanjin, Xinxiang, Zhongyuan Province, and was indeed a fellow villager of Lin Zhengjun.

"Zhengjun, these are the backbone of the May Fourth Literary Society of Yenching University. They are also volunteers for this Writers' Congress. They are here to help pick us up at the station and carry our luggage..."

Liu Xinwu hurriedly introduced them one by one.

Liu Zhenyun, Wang Xiaoping, Zha Jianying, Chen Jiangong, Liang Zuo - this one has an interesting look, with squinty eyes and inverted brows, just like his mother's Crayon Shin-chan.

"Nice to meet you! Hello, classmates!"

Lin Zhengjun glanced at these future bigwigs in the literary, film and television circles, and a sinister smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

They are all great shooters and good oxen. If Tang Xiaofu can’t finish writing any good ideas in the future, she can write them for them.