happy looking back

Yuan Li was furious when he ran into the room.Holding the mallet in his hand, he pointed at Ge Yuanchao with righteous indignation.

"What's wrong with me?" Ge Yuanchao spread his hands helplessly, smiling helplessly.

"You know Miss Xia Yan treats you—" Yuan Li's cheeks flushed with anger, and he was eager to step up and punch the live version of "Chen Shimei".

"What about me?!" Ge Yuanchao smiled wryly.

"For you—" Yuan Li was choked up by Ge Yuanchao's question, he sneaked a glance at Yang Peng who was "researching" the quality of food, and then timidly glanced at Li Xiqing.There was no words for a while, but the faint eyebrows were tangled into a pair of twists.I sighed in my heart that this girl didn't have a problem with IQ, she probably never used her brain to think, and this time she finally got a little enlightened.

"It's so complicated! Don't think about it, I'm going to dry the clothes. In short, you made sister Xia Yan cry, and it's your fault!" Yuan Li shook the mallet in his hand aggressively and walked away aggressively with the wooden basin.I sighed silently again in my heart: there is no cure, take back what I thought in my heart just now.

"Have you finally learned the power of the 'femme fatale'?" Yang Peng unwrapped a bag of braised chicken and ate it with relish.Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Ge Yuanchao pointedly, and he was a villain with a smile on his face.

"You know?!" Shi Lei asked suspiciously.Yang Peng has always been lukewarm towards Kong Xiayan, and I noticed it when I first met them.

"We are from the same village!" Yang Peng shook the stewed chicken in his hand, waved his hand to Li Xiqing with a little gratitude, and walked out of the courtyard with Fan Qiyun shoulder to shoulder, probably looking for food and drink.

"Half-talking is tantamount to not saying anything!" Shi Lei viciously despised the irresponsibility of Yang Peng and Fan Qiyun.

"I heard from grandpa that when her father was imprisoned in the labor camp, she severed the father-son relationship with him." I whispered furtively.If it wasn't for the sake of cutting off Uncle Ge Yuanchao's last thoughts, and for the sake of being able to embrace four or five fat nephews as soon as possible in the future, I would not bother to do this kind of gossip about others' behind their backs.

"Father knew about her a long time ago—, she and I—" Uncle Ge Yuanchao stumbled and didn't know what to say, but his reddened eyes were filled with moisture, and his face, which became more resolute, revealed deep emotions. guilt.

"I'm going to find my father!" The little uncle hurriedly ran out of the yard.

"It's not going to happen, is it?" Shi Lei experienced his uncle's firecracker temper yesterday, and he was worried that one of them might go wrong, and the two father and son would stage a "Father and Son Veteran" in the field.

"What can an apology do?" As soon as the biggest crisis in my heart was resolved, I began to feel sorry for the stewed chicken that was taken away by Yang Peng A, and I didn't know how much Fan Qiyun carried out of the bulging coat of that sinister boy.I hurriedly climbed onto the chair, counted the quantity of each piece, recorded them in detail, and asked Li Xiqing to transport them back to the room.

On September 1976, 9, the whole country mourned, the mountains and rivers wept blood, and the sun and the moon died together!

For a long time, Xiaohe Village was shrouded in mourning and despair, and even in reincarnation at midnight, we could often hear the mournful wailing from Niutou Mountain behind the village.Grandpa locked himself in the room for more than a week before he walked out of the room with a haggard appearance, and led the villagers of Xiaohe Village to the fields to pay close attention to labor production.The sun rises and the sun sets, and heaven rewards those who work hard. I think grandpa understands.

I heard that an educated youth in Changzheng Village hanged himself, but I don't know if he died or not.The dormitory of the educated youth in Xiaohe Village is utterly deserted, and the sound of reading in the past is now only a confused sigh.Grandpa worriedly mobilized all the members of Xiaohe Village to care more about these children who were far away from their hometown, but the effect was not satisfactory.

Just when Grandpa was at a loss, he received important instructions from his superiors, and the cloudy face of Grandpa finally got rid of the haze of several months.Grandpa took out the red sandalwood nanmu inkstone and pine ink that he had collected for many years, and wrote "good news" on a piece of red paper with passion.

The bright red "good news" was posted in the middle of Xiaohe Village's open-air square, and the radio repeatedly broadcast "extremely good news, all the educated youths gathered in the square in front of the village committee office." For the first time ever, a one-way order was issued to the educated youths, Let the educated youths who are still half dead and sad about how lonely life is in the fog for a while.

However, there are more and more young people rushing to the assembly square, ranging from surprise to shock to crazily embracing and fighting each other to vent the backlog of enthusiasm in their chests. "Restoring the college entrance examination system" is no different from a major historical event that will change the day. How can we prevent these passionate young people who have been ups and downs in the dark for eleven years from rekindling the flame of hope in their hearts.

In order to respond to the country's call to obtain talents for the country, Grandpa deliberately assigned all the production tasks of the educated youth to households, freeing up a quiet environment and a lot of time for the educated youth to sharpen their guns. I believe that in December 07, Xiaohe Village will come again A fruitful year.

Uncle Ge Yuanchao had two paths, one was to actively prepare for the next year's college entrance examination, and the other was to directly join the army.For the first time in my uncle's major life events, **'s grandfather did not have arbitrary power and asked him to fill out the People's Liberation Army Volunteer Form.Yang Peng and Fan Qiyun were recalled to their original places by a transfer order.On the night when the "good news" was released, Kong Xiayan fell ill and had a fever of 41 degrees.

Li Xiqing's professional knowledge is very solid, comparable to the depth of high school teaching in the 21st century, but because his ambition is not here, he may be the one who can keep calm among the educated youth.

However, what I didn't expect was that the parting came so quickly that before I had time to say goodbye, I just watched the postal truck with four wheels driving Li Xiqing away.

"Wait for me!" The exhausted roar sent away the destined extraordinary 1976 with snowflakes flying all over the sky.

"We'll see each other soon!" I firmly believe that.

62 Text Mother's Worries

After the beginning of spring, every household is busy planting seeds and fertilizing, but Lao Ge's family is shrouded in gloom.Since Li Xiqing left, I have been lazy and listless for a long time. In the beginning of the year, my father specially took me to Grandpa Jane for a full-body examination.When I saw Grandpa Jian, I temporarily forgot my parting thoughts. One strong and one young talked nonsense, and the witty remarks full of childishness often made Grandpa Jian laugh out loud.The results of the final examination can be imagined: everyone is happy, there is no disease or disaster, and the food tastes delicious.

But after returning home, I was hurt by the scene, and I stayed up all night in the middle of the night. I got up and looked at the sky and sighed: After so many years, it should be a good day and beautiful scenery in vain. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell?

In fact, all this is an illusion!

The truth is: the few months when Li Xiqing left were not without news, at least every other month the army green postal truck would be filled with all kinds of snacks, clothes and letters to deliver to my house.

The biggest sticking point is that I have reached school age, and my young parents are actively preparing to send me to the nursery school in Xiaohe Village.Think about a small blackboard with black paint and black holes, a few tables and chairs with missing arms and legs, and a classroom that becomes a dangerous building when it rains.There is also a little girl who speaks the Jiao Didi Wu dialect in front of you every day, "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, the sun, the moon, the people, the wind, the rain and the thunder", no one can bear such torture.So I shut myself down and lost sleep.

Just when the whole family was at a loss, an old Taoist priest who claimed to have known astronomy and geography for 500 years and 500 years in the middle came to the door.Originally, my father planned to take a broom to coax people out, but the old Taoist glanced at me who was sitting in a daze in the yard, and then the old god was still stroking his beard and blurting out: "This son is a stranger!" The mother and the two murmured together: try him first!

"This son is born with extraordinary intelligence, fortune and wealth, and every calamity will be auspicious." The fortune-teller narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head to calculate the "orchid finger", which is a bit of a height that is not among the five elements. Demeanor.When the young mother heard that she was extremely intelligent and that death was auspicious, her head got hot, and she forgot to call "Taoist Master" directly.

"Not good——" the fortune-teller Taoist suddenly opened his "fine eyes" angrily, and the bony fingers pinching the lotus tactic quickly changed dazzling gestures, chanting words in his mouth.The mother, who was already a little fascinated by the fright, became even more convinced.

"How? Daoist priest!" The mother looked nervously at the fortune-teller Taoist who was holding Buddha dust to spy on the secret place in front of her.

"It's difficult for a mortal body to control the golden body, I'm afraid—" the fortune-teller Taoist sighed in compassion, and immediately made the young mother at a loss.The ancients often say that children who are early wisdom will be envied by the heavens, and they often have the appearance of premature death.Cao Chong is the most famous and regrettable gifted child among them.

"I beg the old god to find a way to resolve the disaster!" The young mother was so frightened that her face was pale and she was dripping with sweat.If it weren't for the support of my father behind me, I'm afraid my ass would be limp to the ground.

I was laying on the stone table with the watercolor pen given by Li's mother, and I was brewing my feelings. I planned to write a long and touching love letter to Li Xiqing.But unexpectedly found that the superb acting skills of this fortune-telling Taoist priest have reached the peak, sitting, singing, reciting and playing are all proficient, which is amazing.I felt infinite emotion in my heart: the vast land of China is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and I still need time to sharpen my little skills.

"There is a way, but it takes a lot of work." The old god was embarrassed that "the secret must not be revealed", but he was "compassionate" and couldn't bear my life to be in danger.So I asked my grateful mother for my birthday horoscope, and began to count it out.The nervous mother stared at the "Old Immortal" flipping "Finger Fingers" without blinking.Year