That year the flowers bloomed 1981

National Highway 107 is the busiest highway artery for flower growers. Its two ends connect the capital in the north and Pengcheng in the south. No matter which map is printed by any publishing house, it is always a thick red line.

But when this thick red line is put in place, it has different widths and different road conditions. Some sections of the road are not even as good as those blue provincial roads and green county roads, and are even directly on gravel roads.

There are many road conditions that even the drivers of transport teams who specialize in long-distance running have a headache, let alone those new drivers.

Hao Jian is a new driver who has obtained his driver's license less than half a year ago. He can be called the new kid on the road.

But when he decided to drive 2,000 miles north from Pengcheng along National Highway 107, he didn't feel any headache. Instead, he was filled with excitement.

Going home, going home for the first time in fourteen years, and driving a small sleeper car home, I am extremely excited just thinking about it.

As for the legendary garbage condition on National Highway 107, Hao Jian doesn't even mention it.

Because Hao Jian was actually driving not a car, but an off-road vehicle.

Before Pengcheng No. 7 Factory reached the car purchase quota and was eligible to buy an imported car, Hao Jian thought a little bit carefully and tried to find a way to connect with relevant personnel, hoping to be assigned an imported car with strong off-road capabilities .

In 1982, flower growers had begun to import cars from the Chrysanthemum Country in batches. Among them, the excellent off-road performance of Mitsubishi and Toyota off-road vehicles shocked the Chinese people who were accustomed to the 212 in Beijing.

There is such an advanced jeep? Not to mention walking on flat ground when climbing mountains and cross-country, is it more comfortable to sit in it than in a Volga?

So Hao Jian was thinking about buying a Mitsubishi or Toyota and driving it all the way back to his hometown.

It's just that there are so many people who have the same thoughts as Hao Jianhuai. Every unit wants to buy a Land Cruiser or a Pajero, but with so many indicators, how can it be divided? Not to mention that Pengcheng No. 7 Factory is still an out-and-out small font size.

So what was finally assigned to Hao Jian was a compact small off-road vehicle from Sue - Ladaniva.

The friend who helped Hao Jian get the car through his connections was somewhat embarrassed, so he could only brag about the car's hard-core off-road performance.

With full-time four-wheel drive and a central differential lock, it can do anything on the mountain or on the sea. When you drive into a ditch, you can drive out again with just a kick of the accelerator. There is no problem in driving to the horizon.

Hao Jian was not too disappointed. After all, the money spent on one Land Cruiser was enough to buy three or four Ladanivas.

Although Pengcheng No. 7 Factory had money in its accounts, and Li Ye also gave Hao Jian enough financial autonomy, he was still very distressed to spend six figures on a car that couldn't haul goods.

Now this Lada Niva is just right between light and heavy, and its two-door and five-seater styling is also very eye-catching. The key is that this car can run at a fastest speed of 130 kilometers, and the fuel consumption per 100 kilometers is less than ten liters. A large oil barrel can drive more than a thousand kilometers all the way, which is very suitable for Hao Jian's needs.

It was already the 28th of the twelfth lunar month after the new car was listed. Hao Jian didn't waste a moment and started on his way home with his wife and children.

Facts have proved that what the friend said was not too outrageous. Although Ladaniva got stuck in the car many times on the road of more than a thousand kilometers, four-wheel drive is four-wheel drive. As long as the accelerator is pressed hard, it can work in most cases. Save yourself and come back.

There was one time when he was at his wits end. Hao Jian anxiously went to the village next to the highway to ask for help, but he did not meet the legendary road bully. He had not finished two packs of cigarettes, so a group of kind-hearted people helped him push his car. Out.

It was just a stop-and-go journey. He had not finished walking more than a thousand kilometers for two days. It was not until late at night on New Year's Eve that Hao Jian just arrived in Jiangcheng.

Looking at the dark night outside, Hao Jian's wife An Xiaolian said softly: Dad, why don't we stay in Jiangcheng and go to Xiaocheng tomorrow! Look at your eyes, you are as tired as a red-eyed rabbit Like, they all look scary.”

Hao Jian, who was forcing himself to drive, said succinctly: We have already arrived in Jiangcheng. Do we still have to go to the last hundred miles? I'll be there just by pressing the accelerator.

An Xiaolian looked at Hao Jian's messy hair and his stubborn and irritable eyes, and tried to persuade her: It's almost eleven o'clock, even if we rush over today, the child's grandparents are already asleep, right?

I have to wake them up even when they are sleeping, Hao Jian gritted his teeth and said, Wake them all up and let them see what their useless son is like now. Let them take a look at our little Cui'er. How refreshing and refreshing it is.”

An Xiaolian was speechless for a while. After a long silence, she said softly: Let's rest in Jiangcheng for a day! You are so anxious now. When you meet the child's grandparents, you don't know what nonsense you are going to say!

Who is talking nonsense? Who is talking nonsense?

Hao Jian nervously stepped on the brakes and stopped the car in the middle of the road.

Why am I talking nonsense? Shouldn't I ask them? Why were you so cruel back then? Why didn't you recognize this child Cui'er? I am their biological son.

Seeing her husband starting to bring up old things again, An Xiaolian also said angrily: Okay, okay, now Cui'er's illness is all cured, I won't complain anymore, why do you still resent her?

If you want to make a noise, go down and make a noise instead of disturbing the child to sleep. It took two days of driving in the car and Tui Er vomited twice. As a father, you don't feel sorry for me at all.

Besides, ask yourself, are you really driving back in such a hurry just to have a fight with your dad and your mom?

I, I, I just want to ask.

Hao Jian was stunned by An Xiaolian's question. He muttered twice in a row, but couldn't mutter the rest.

For so many years, Hao Jian has been holding his breath in his heart.

When his daughter Xiao Cuier fell ill and needed money to survive, Hao Jian had no choice but to write to his father for help.

Dad quickly sent him 120 yuan and a letter.

The letter said that the 120 yuan was obtained from selling Hao Jian's elder brother's bicycle.

Hao Jian sent the 120 yuan back on the spot, because his father's monthly salary was more than 40 yuan, so why couldn't he afford his granddaughter's medicine? Are you still selling bicycles?

So Hao Jian believed that this was his father telling him in a subtle way: There are many children in the family, and the salary of more than 40 yuan has to be split into eight parts, which is not enough at all. If a girl can be cured at one time, she can be cured, but if she cannot cure the family, she can be cured at once. There is no ability to fill the hole.”

From the perspective of Hao Jian's father, it has to be said that it was a helpless decision. Hao Jian's four brothers and sisters, plus his father, mother, grandmother who needs support, and grandchildren, add up to more than a dozen, and they cost more than forty yuan. The money is indeed not enough, but things always have priorities, right?

That's why Hao Jian took a breath and decided to treat his daughter by herself. Even if she died, she would bury it by herself. He immediately cut off contact with her hometown.

But when he followed Li Ye and made a lot of money, the direction in which he vented his anger changed.

At the gate of Qingshui County No. 1 Middle School, Hao Jian made a vow to drive his car back to his hometown to show his family that his sick daughter is not a loser, but a girl that you can't reach. Golden Phoenix.

So on the day he bought the Ladaniva, Hao Jian hurriedly drove north and returned home in fine clothes.

As a new driver, I don’t know how tiring it is to drive alone for more than a thousand kilometers.

And is the energy that supported Hao Jian's recklessness really the deep resentment?

Hao Jian himself didn't realize that his thoughts had changed a long time ago. The resentment in his heart became weaker and weaker as he got closer to his hometown, while the other emotion became stronger and stronger.

But as the person beside her, An Xiaolian, how could she not see it?

Hao Jian's family of three finally found a hotel in Jiangcheng and stayed there.

He was lying on the hotel bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and faces appeared in front of his eyes.

Fourteen years later, these faces are not blurry at all, and their voices and smiles are just like yesterday.

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On New Year's Day, Hao Jian overslept.

Xiaolian, you didn't call me when you woke up?

Hao Jian looked at his watch, turned over and hurriedly put on his clothes and shoes.

I was tired from the long journey back home. I was tossing and turning again last night and stayed up most of the night. It was already noon.

An Xiaolian said nothing and just winked at her daughter.

Hao Cuicui walked timidly to her father, stretched out her little hands to help him get dressed and tie his shoelaces.

The anxious Hao Jian immediately smiled and smiled at his daughter: My little Cui'er is still good. Dad can do it himself. Have you eaten?

Hao Cuicui nodded and said, My mother and I ate first. I asked my father to get up and eat together. My mother said that I should let my father sleep well before we go on the road.

Dad, now that you've had enough sleep, we're on our way.

Hao Jian, the daughter slave, picked up his daughter, rubbed Hao Cuicui's face with his unshaven face, and drove away.

Hao Cuicui said softly: Dad, you have to eat first, otherwise you won't have the energy to drive.

Dad, let me tell you when you come home for dinner, your grandma's cooking is delicious.

Seeing her husband happily leaving the hotel with his daughter in his arms, An Xiaolian curled her lips before following behind with a smile.

She did not point out the change in her husband's expression. He had changed too quickly in the past two years and seemed a little extreme and impatient. It took him a night's sleep before he became normal.

This is a good thing.

The red Ladaniva ran all the way and finally entered Xiaocheng in the afternoon.

I used to walk this road when I was in school, and it hasn't changed at all in more than ten years.

Look, little Cui'er, that's where my father went to school when he was a child. There are words I carved on the third tree from the left. I'll take you to see it later.

Whose new house is this? Why is the road blocked? It's really unethical.

As he got closer and closer to home, Hao Jian became more and more like an irritable chatterbox. His mouth was garbled, he stepped on the accelerator harder and harder, and the car horn honked, making the chickens fly all the way. When the dog jumps, everyone avoids it.

Hao Jian went to the countryside to join the army at the age of seventeen. After many years with no hope of returning to the city, he married An Xiaolian, a village beauty.

Before I got married, I didn’t have the conditions to go home and visit. After I got married, I was angry with my family and didn’t come back to visit. Now it’s been more than ten years. It would be weird if it was normal!

That is to say, there were almost no cars on the road in 1983. Everyone hid when they heard the horn, and the porcelain industry had not yet flourished. Otherwise, Hao Jian’s driving style might have been left in some nook and cranny by now.

Hao Jian went all the way to the north of the city and saw seven or eight children from a distance picking up stinky firecrackers that had misfired in front of his house.

Hearing the honking of the car, the eldest little boy rushed the children to the door of his house. He stretched out his two little arms to block the curious looking younger brothers and sisters, and let Hao Jian's car pass first.

But the red car stopped in front of the little boy.

Then a couple came down, and a girl who was obviously several years younger than the little boy.

The eyes of a group of children lit up at that moment.

This little girl is so pretty, with colorful bows on her two pigtails, small leather shoes and white socks, and all new clothes all very fashionable.

His face just looks a little thin, and he is probably like me, who cannot eat meat once every ten and a half days.

The little boy watched a family of three approaching and boldly asked, Who are you looking for?

Hao Jian took one look at the little boy and knew he was his eldest brother's child.

So he said with a playful smile: I'm looking for a chicken baby.

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The little boy was stunned, Jiwazi was his father!

Then who are you?

I am your second uncle.

Second uncle?

Isn't my second uncle farming in Dongshan? Farmers also drive cars?

Is he lying to children?

Maybe, I'll call my mother, but don't let him kidnap you!

Several children were chirping in surprise, completely unaware of Hao Jian's embarrassed and funny expression.

Hao Jian took out a stack of small red envelopes from his suit pocket, waved them at the children and said, Come on, call me uncle, and I will give you one portion of the new year's money. Whoever calls me first will give you two portions!

In Yangcheng, people pay more attention to lucky numbers. Very early on, the money given to children during the Chinese New Year was wrapped in red paper.

Unlike here in Dongshan, in the 1980s, the money was given directly and openly, and people could see how much was given. If anyone gave a five-yuan bill to a child, it would be a respectable thing, but if you took a five-yuan bill, you had to do it secretly. Give.

Hao Jian's red envelopes, the lowest is ten yuan, which is very bright.

But the seven or eight children looked at him warily, and none of them called him uncle, but he was quite suffocated.

An Xiaolian saw her extremely smart husband being embarrassed by a group of children, so she smiled and whispered a few words to her daughter Hao Cuicui.

Hao Cuicui struggled to open the car door, took out a lot of candies of various colors, and then stood next to her father.

Why, no one wants to call me uncle? Then these candies will be cheaper than other children.

Hao Jian's car horn was honking so loudly that he had already attracted the neighbor's children. They all sipped their saliva when they saw the various snacks and candies.

Finally, the youngest girl looked at Hao Jian timidly and shouted softly: Happy New Year to my second uncle.

Hao Jian smiled broadly, took out a big red envelope worth fifty yuan from his pocket, and offered it with a bag of candies. Then he knelt down and asked with a smile: Is your father a chicken or a three-year-old?

The little girl looked at the candy in her hand and said without raising her head, My father is Hai Damao.

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Hao Jian was stunned, and the smile froze on his face. Was this given to the wrong person?

I have lost contact with my family in the past few years, and I don’t know how many younger children have been added to the family. This little girl is probably a neighbor who came to play with her.

Second brother?

A suspicious call made Hao Jian, who was squatting on the ground, raise his head.

Hao Jian looked up and saw a woman of about twenty years old.

His memory suddenly flipped over, revealing the appearance of a crying little girl.

The little girl who got the red envelope ran over and hugged the woman's thigh, making a fuzzy sound.

Her little mouth was already stuffed with sweet candies, and she couldn't speak clearly, unable to speak four, five, or six.

But Hao Jian wiped the corners of his eyes and sighed: You can't call me second uncle, you have to call me second uncle.