Childhood(01-36 all) (3/3)

Childhood "Thirty-one" In order to successfully and successfully complete the very difficult and glorious task of taking care of me that my grandma gave to my aunt, my aunt relied on the unimaginable explosive power of a young girl to do work that ordinary people could not complete. At the same time, in order to convince my mother to take me back to my Hometown SMoothly and recognize my ancestors, my aunt always maintained a low profile, neither humble nor arrogant, in front of her aloof mother. Sometimes, she seemed like an obedient lamb who was being slaughtered. I silently endured my mother's unbearable harshness and stubbornness. of course, it was also to take good care of me. When my aunt saw my moody mother in front of me and occasionally had a fit like a she-wolf, this lamb, which had always been extremely docile, would erupt like a volcano and burst out with righteousness. A roar that filled my mother with fear. The piercing shouts from the high-pitched loudspeakers suddenly sounded downstairs in the dormitory. Accompanied by the majestic and powerful music, the adults in the dormitory, each holding a big shovel in their hands, threw their arms in the wide dormitory yard. , digging in full swing. And I and many friends were running tirelessly on the slowly piled up soil, chasing each other. Suddenly, in the midst of fun, I lost my footing and fell into the bottom of the deep ditch with a bang. , I was suddenly thrown and my face was covered in blood. When my friends saw this, they were all frightened and ran upstairs in a panic to call their aunt and mother. Seeing my miserable state, my aunt jumped down into the ditch without hesitation, picked me up and raised me high above her head: "sister-in-law, hurry up, catch him from above, and drag him up quickly!" "He deserves it! He deserves it. Why don't you just stay at Home and run around all day long? How come I didn't kill you this time?" mom murmured angrily, stretching out her hand and pinching her unceremoniously. Keep my ears open. "sister-in-law, what are you doing? Why are you pinching him after he fell like this? You are still not a human being. How can you be a mother like you?" My aunt yelled loudly under the ditch. My aunt carried me upstairs with my face covered in blood and mud. My mother, with a gloomy and cold face, hid in the house without saying a word, and slammed the door angrily and viciously. My aunt ignored her, held my hand and walked into the kitchen to wash away the blood on my face. My wound was already in unbearable pain. Once my aunt touched her finger, the pain became more severe. I had to cry harder because of the pain. The volume of shouting: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much!" Seeing my state of pain, my aunt couldn't help but cry with me, and tears like soybeans fell on my head one drop after another. Go up and slip into my neck. After washing my face, my aunt, whose eyes were full of tears, found a long gash under my nostril. She took me to the hospital, and the doctor mercilessly sewed three stitches under my nostril: "My little friend, I will be able to heal my wounds in the future." Stop being naughty. How can you find a partner after you fall and have scars all over your face?" In order to relieve my pain and divert my attention, the fat doctor took Pleasure in my misfortune while inserting needles and threads under my nostrils. The scar was still there, but to the great disappointment of the fat doctor, I was not treated completely because of this scar.stick. "Does it still hurt?" A few days before the stitches were removed, my aunt asked me this concern every day, which made me a little impatient. "It doesn't hurt!" I shook my head mechanically and continued to play. "Alas!" My aunt held me tightly in her warm embrace and gently stroked my hair: "Alas, if your grandma finds out, she will definitely scold me for not taking good care of me. You!" "No, aunt, I accidentally fell it. It's none of your fault!" Looking at my aunt's sad round face, I sincerely comforted her. "Good boy, auntie likes you so much!" After saying that, auntie kissed my little face deeply and for a long time. Finally, when the time came to split the money, the fat doctor quickly pulled out two black silk threads: "Hahaha, little guy, okay, your scar is covered by your nostril, it's okay, I can't delay you in finding a partner. Hey, go Home, don't be naughty again!" "Niece," my aunt happily carried me out of the SMelly hospital. She suddenly looked up and saw a photo studio across the street: "Big nephew. Nephew, let’s take a photo, let’s remember this day forever!” “aunt,” I murmured, leaning on my aunt’s arms, “mom has a camera, and mom has a very beautiful photo. Camera, let mom take a picture for us!" "No," the aunt shook her head: "No, no matter how good your mother's camera is, my aunt doesn't care about it, she's not so poor that she can't afford to take a picture! After saying that, my aunt happily ran into the door of the photo studio. The old master of the photo studio, an extremely dedicated grandfather, took the trouble to fiddle with my aunt and me: "Well, stand like this, oh, no, we should stand like this." , Hey, no, no, it should be like this, right, like this, okay, okay, don’t move, don’t blink, I’m going to take the photo..." There was a click, and the grandfather finally pressed the shutter release button, and a picture of auntie The big photo of her holding me has since become the most precious collection in my mountain of photo albums. Whenever I take out this photo and look at my aunt's kind face, I suddenly have mixed feelings and unknowingly shed a tear of excitement. His vision gradually blurred. During the days when I was injured, my aunt never spoke to my mother again, and my mother seemed to feel that she had gone too far. In order to ease the conflict with my aunt, my mother often took the initiative to strike up a conversation with her, hoping to reconcile. , and the aunt responded reluctantly: "Yangzi, look, I bought you a pair of shoes. Come on, try it on and see if it fits!" "Yes," the aunt replied coldly: "I have some work on my hands, just leave it there and I'll try it later!" "Hey, no, Yoshiko, you have to try it on right away. If it doesn't fit, I'll change it quickly. It won't take long. Go, the store won’t exchange them!” “Okay,” my aunt said unnaturally as she took the new leather shoes from her mother! Different from the pretentious intellectuals in the dormitory building, my aunt is very willing to contact and talk very friendly to the residents in the shanty towns to the north of the dormitory building. These residents also sincerely invite my aunt to visit them. I was a guest at Home, and every time I was invited to visit, my aunt would take my sister and me there. I said to my aunt: "aunt,My mother said that those people have no formal jobs, no culture, lack of education, and are rough. Their children are very bad and bad "wild children". My mother does not allow me to play with them, and none of the children in our building can play with them. When they play together, they always bully us and chase us with big sticks with nails! "Eldest nephew, this is because you look down on others and they are very angry." My aunt patiently explained: "Eldest nephew, you can't just call people names randomly. Do you know what a 'wild child' is?" Huh? Are you saying this casually? Let me tell you, only children who don't know who their father is are called wild children. We call such children "bastards". This is a curse word. Who will listen? Everyone will be angry, so if you open your mouth and shut up and call others "wild children" and "wild children", can they not be angry or beat you? ""I see, those people are better than you. People with big books are much better. They are very easy to get in touch with and no one has any arrogance. I can easily enter their house and have a good conversation with them." My aunt soon gained the favor of the immigrants. They often raised their heads downstairs and shouted their aunt's name loudly: "Yangzi, come down quickly and come to my house to chat!" "Hey," the aunt who was washing the dishes pushed open the SMall window in the kitchen and rushed out. She walked downstairs and promised: "aunt Fan, don't worry, wait for me for a while, I'll go down after I finish cleaning up!" "Oh," my aunt had frequent contact with the migrant people downstairs, and my mother was very dissatisfied with this: "Yangzi, don't pay attention to them. Look at who they are. They are all illiterate housewives. They just chatter about trivial things all day long. Without knowledge and education, they will "Swearing!" However, my aunt didn't take my mother's words seriously and continued to visit the scattered people's house downstairs frequently. My mother could not convince her. After the incident about me falling, my mother began to be afraid of my aunt. This made me feel very relieved that my mother was finally afraid of someone, and this person was my most beloved aunt. In the shanty town, there was a Family named Fan that my aunt visited most frequently. aunt Fan had a dark-skinned little daughter, and we soon became good playmates. "Let's play house. I will be the mother and you will be the son!" While my aunt was chatting with the adults, the little girl took my hand and slipped into the back room to play house. "I don't want a mother, why should I be your son?" I shouted angrily. "Isn't mom bad? Don't you like mom?" the little girl asked in confusion. "Hey!" I muttered hesitantly: "I don't know, I can't tell clearly. Sometimes, I like my mother. Sometimes, I like my mother very, very much. But, sometimes, I don't like her. Sometimes, I I really hate my mother. Oh, I don’t know what’s going on!” “Yeah, me too,” the little girl nodded in agreement, “When you said it, I also remembered my mother. As you said, sometimes it's good and sometimes it's bad. Sometimes I like her and sometimes I don't like her. Once, my mother hid the dumplings she had made and refused to give them to me. I asked her for them, and she said: You guys. The day of eating is later., Your dad and I are already old. At such an old age, we need to eat a little bit. If you want to eat dumplings, wait until you grow up and earn money before eating them! "Oh," the little girl's mother, that is, the one-eyed old woman who refused to give her little daughter dumplings, fell in love with my aunt: "This girl is so good, steady, generous, and good at needlework. "Please be my daughter-in-law in the future!" What, when I heard the old lady's words while I was playing with the little girl, I was deeply shocked. Why, this old lady wants my beloved aunt to be her daughter-in-law? Let my aunt marry that extremely hateful young man who chased me with a big wooden stick covered with iron nails. This, this, this is not okay, I don't agree! "No, I have a rural registered permanent residence!" the girl said calmly. When I heard my aunt's rejection, I finally felt calm and muttered in my heart: Yes, aunt, don't marry into their Family, their Family is not good. "Ah, oh, what a pity, what a pity. Why does such a good girl have a rural registered permanent residence? Oh, it's such a pity for you. girl, rural registered permanent residence is not good. I won't be able to find a job in the future. Give birth to a child. I couldn’t get the household registration and became a black man.” After listening to the old lady’s words, I became confused. Why, a thin household registration has such unimaginable power, dividing life into three parts. In the sixth and ninth grades, those with red household registration books are urbanites. They always think that they are higher than rural people and always feel good about themselves in front of the poor rural people. Those who hold white household registration books are rural people. In front of the arrogant city people, they always feel sad and feel inferior to the city people. In fact, they are indeed inferior and will always be second-class citizens. , just like the untouchables in India. "aunt,..." When I got Home, I was still a little worried. Under the quilt, I leaned in my aunt's arms and asked quietly: "aunt, are you willing to marry the son of that one-eyed old lady?" I said to I don't like the young man who beat me at all, and I'm really worried that my aunt will be tempted to marry him. "Hey, eldest nephew, it's okay to listen to what she said. I won't do it. What's so good about the city? It's so crowded. The house I live in is like a chicken coop. It's hard to breathe!" My aunt's words made me think again. Breathed a sigh of relief. "Nephew, what kind of Wife do you plan to marry in the future?" My aunt stroked my little head tenderly. "auntie," after hearing my aunt's question, I thought for a moment, "Oh, Jinhua is gone and will never be seen again. Li Xiang also returned to his Hometown. I don't know if he can come back. Now, Lin Hong is the only one. aunt, it seems that I, I, I can only marry Lin Hong!" "Hahaha, I really belong to you!" After hearing this, the aunt suddenly looked up and laughed: "My nephew, you are so greedy. It’s Jinhua again, it’s Li Xiang, it’s Lin Hong’s. One daughter-in-law is not enough, how many more do you want to marry, hahaha,..." "Fangzi," her mother was trying to please her aunt who was very disgusted with her again. She paid for it. She handed out two movie tickets and stuffed them into her aunt's hand: "These are two movie tickets issued by my work unit. The movie is a new movie. You can lead the way to the movie!" "sister-in-law, I don't have time, I don't want to." Watch a movie!" My aunt refused. "No,..." II was so anxious that I jumped up and down. In my childhood, my biggest hobby was watching movies: "No, aunt, I want to go, I want to go, I want to watch a movie, I want to watch a movie!" "Oh, go, go, Go!" In order to fulfill my wish, my aunt reluctantly put down her work: "Okay, nephew, don't worry, my aunt will take you there after you pack up!" Watching a movie with your aunt is the best enjoyment in life, aunt He held my hand and chatted happily with me while walking on the road. "Oh, nephew!" As we were walking, my aunt suddenly leaned over and asked with concern: "Are you tired? Can't you walk?" "You're not tired, you're not tired." In order to be able to watch the movie, I replied breathlessly: "auntie, I'm not tired, I can walk!" "Come on, you're so tired, it seems like you can't even breathe," my aunt knelt down with great affection: "Come on, nephew, climb on my back and I will carry you!" My aunt picked me up and continued on the road. After walking a long distance, my aunt gasped: "Oh, I'm so tired, nephew." The exhausted aunt put me on the grass by the side of the road: "We still have time to go, let's take a rest. Let's go later!" "Ah, auntie," I pinched a big migratory locust that was jumping around in the grass: "auntie, look, what a fun big grasshopper, oh, auntie, it's Bite me!" The desperate locust bit me unceremoniously. I grinned and threw the locust away fiercely. My aunt grabbed my little hand and rubbed it gently: "Look at it. You may have been bitten by an insect. Don't scratch them. You will bite your fingers. Come on..." My aunt pulled out a piece of green grass from the dense grass and twisted it very skillfully. In the blink of an eye, the piece of grass was broken. The green grass turned into an extremely cute grass dog with my aunt's skillful hands. My aunt playfully pressed the grass dog's long tail and tapped it gently. The grass dog immediately shook its head like a chicken pounding rice. I I looked at the straw dog in my aunt's hand with joy. It nodded and bowed at me in a very funny way. That naive look was really interesting. "It's so fun, so fun, give it to me, give it to me, I want it!" Overjoyed, I reached out and grabbed my aunt's wonderful piece of art. ...The hazy sky in "Thirty-Two" in childhood is extremely depressing to see. The thick ink-like clouds are like naughty naughty children, playing with the cold sun ungratefully and annoyingly. The thick clouds are like thick clouds. , the thick clouds constantly changing into various shapes, maliciously chasing the retreating sun, the sun's rays of light are getting darker and darker, choking sadly, slowly becoming It looked like an ice cube, an extremely cold round shape, hanging pitifully alone in the air-conditioned sky. Naughty thick clouds suddenly condensed, completely covering the big circle in the most bizarre shape of super abstractioniSM. The sky suddenly became terrifyingly gloomy, and the entire city was merciless under these suffocating, thick clouds. Under the pressure of the earth, it is about to collapse. The violent wind falling from the sky stretched out its infinitely powerful giant hand, roaring in an extremely powerful manner, and rampaging through the lifeless city without fear, causing the naked old poplar trees to ache.He moaned helplessly in the strong wind in agony, and the long-dead leaves scattered like fish scales scraped with a sharp knife. Jier sobbed softly again, flying aimlessly into the air, in the middle of the sky. Go find their final destination. There were few people on the empty road filled with biting dust. A few men riding bicycles came slowly in the distance. Harassed by the entangled wind, each of them tried their best to deal with the strong wind. . Ugh..., the tram, like an old donkey, struggled to break away from the roaring wind, and stopped on the side of the road covered in dust. Six or seven male and female passengers were dragged by the strong wind as soon as they jumped out of the door. Unable to stand, especially the short woman wearing a dark blue woolen coat, she was almost knocked to the ground by the strong wind. She trotted along the direction of the wind very ridiculously, while raising the collar of her coat high, making her disheveled His little head was hidden as much as possible to avoid the strong wind. The gray dormitory building was trembling miserably in the strong wind. The open window of Li Xiang's house next door, which was already empty, was grinning and screaming under the teasing of the strong wind. Shi Erdong shook it a few times. , and then wandered west again. "Oh, what a strong wind!" I muttered to myself, looking at this depressing and extremely sad scenery. "Yes, the wind is so scary. Oh, winter is coming!" Huh? I don’t know who took my words and let out a helpless sigh. I looked up and saw a white, delicate, childish and innocent little face that came into my eyelids. This was a person with the same personality. A boy of similar age to me, at this moment, he is lying on the railing of his balcony, just like me, looking at the scenery in front of me like falling flowers and flowing water with a sad face. His appearance resembled that of a girl in many ways. Our eyes collided inadvertently and we looked at each other silently. He first SMiled kindly at me. This SMile made him look more like a girl. "What's your name!" he asked very friendly. "Lu Lu!" I replied immediately and gave him a friendly SMile. "My name is Sun Xun, come and play at my house!" "Okay, just wait, I'll be there right away!" This is how my best friend Sun Xun and I met on the balcony. Sun Xun lives on the west side of my house, between Lin Hong and Jinhua’s house. If we hadn’t met by chance on the balcony, I probably would never have known that there was another person living behind that closed door all day long. Households. Sun Xun's father's name is Sun Dehong, who is also from Shanghai, but his Mandarin is much better than that of aunt Yang, who is also from Shanghai. His appearance is completely opposite to that of his countryman Uncle Agen in all aspects. Both the flesh on his face and body are very SMooth and loose, as if he lacks muscles and bones, and there is no knife-like appearance like Uncle Agen's. Sun Xun's father's hair is also curly, forming countless ridiculous little circles. However, his hair is pitifully thin, and a very embarrassing patch of hair is exposed on the top. , pale yellow scalp with cold light shining. He also spoke in a tactful and thoughtful manner, never wanting to offend anyone.Even if a kid who no one cares about walks up to him in the corridor, he will respond with an amiable SMile and say a sincere greeting: Hello, kid! Sun Dehong has the highest academic qualifications in the unit. Like my father, Sun Dehong also studied and worked in the Soviet Union and can speak fluent Russian. A high-level intellectual like him is able to live peacefully and peacefully with his Wife and children all day long, enjoying extremely warm Family happiness, and silently passing away the bloody days. This is extremely rare in the entire dormitory building. See, this might be the only exception. Our senior intellectual Sun Dehong refused to join any organization in his work unit and would never join any faction. He is the kind of person who is afraid of SMashing his head even if a leaf falls; he is the kind of person who doesn't care about anything and just hangs it high. If Sun Dehong is a farmer and has not read countless books, then he must be a very qualified and extremely typical Chinese-style farmer with three acres of land and two cows, a Wife and children like a hot bed. Every morning, after Sun Dehong had a simple but authentic Shanghai-style breakfast, he would ride on his permanent bicycle, which was the envy of all the residents in the dormitory building, and go to the unit for business. After get off work, our The senior engineer put on his casual clothes, put on his white apron, and slipped into the kitchen with great devotion, cooking a delicious, but not to my taste, exquisite dinner for his beloved Wife and son: "Children, eat, this is authentic. "Shanghai flavor, please make up for it!" My friend, a senior engineer, very enthusiastically pushed the dishes he had just cooked in front of me. I couldn't resist the hospitality, so I had to grab my chopsticks and eat them with my lovely friend. Under that kind gaze, I was absent-mindedly appreciating his superhuman cooking skills. I have long been accustomed to Northeastern tastes, and I am obviously not used to the weird Shanghai cuisine. "How about it? It's delicious, Hehe!" "It's delicious, it's delicious!" I chewed it like medicine and agreed against my will. "Hehe," my senior engineer friend immediately burst into laughter when he heard my unintentional compliment: "It's delicious, then let's pay for it again!" After saying that, my senior engineer engineer Sun Dehong I confidently pushed another plate of steaming dishes in front of me. I had no choice but to continue swallowing the medicine. After having what was said to be an authentic Shanghai dinner, my senior engineer friend Sun Dehong began to tirelessly teach his precious son, my little friend Sun Xun, his wealth of knowledge that has long been useless. If there is any I was present, and of course it was inevitable to be with Sun Xun and accept his sincere teachings, which benefited me a lot in my childhood. I should always be grateful to this senior engineer and great friend Sun Dehong. "son, what do you pronounce this character?" "Sun!" Sun Xun replied without thinking. "Yes, good son, good memory, Lu Lu, do you recognize this word?" The engineer friend turned his SMile to me, and I took a quick look: "Zhang, the surname is Zhang!" "..." "Okay. La," my eldest friend yawned, looked at the shining Shanghai watch on his wrist, and gently closed the thick and heavy dictionary: "It's getting late.It's time to go to bed. Come on, kid, dad has boiled the hot water. Let's wash our faces and feet and go to sleep! "Lu Lu," he turned his always SMiling round face to me, and at the same time, reached out his hand and patted my shoulder softly: "Kid, it's too late, you should go Home and sleep!" "Goodbye, uncle!" "Goodbye, kid!" In that turbulent era, eating, working, cooking, and educating children were already the unchanging life trajectory of my senior engineer friend. He had many valuable books, which were all stuffed into a few huge wooden boxes, sealed tightly with nails as thick as fingers, and then hung high on the ceiling of the SMall corridor. He no longer dared to If he touches these books again, just like a mouse dare not touch a cat's paw, it will bring him disaster. Many people have suffered great losses for this, and some have even lost their property and life. Who can compare with him in this regard? All clear. His Wife’s surname is Su, and I call her aunt Su. She is from Jilin City and grew up on the banks of the beautiful songhua River. aunt Su has a moderate figure and plump figure, but does not look bloated at all. She has the aloof and elegant temperament of a noble lady. Her skin is white and SMooth, with a charming reddish color amidst the whiteness. However, all she has is a good appearance. She does not have any academic qualifications, and she does not need that. aunt Su firmly believes that as long as a woman has an outstanding face, everything will be OK. aunt Su not only has an outstanding appearance that makes many women envious and jealous, but she is also keen on taking the trouble to modify her beauty and do everything possible to make it even better, so as to reach a higher and more perfect state. As long as aunt Su was at Home, she would wash and dress up endlessly. Her beautiful long hair had just been washed once, and within half an hour she had to wash it again for some unknown reason. aunt Su meticulously traced the two bright red lips in front of the bright mirror on the dressing table. After a very time-consuming application, she seemed to be satisfied, and then stood in front of the mirror for a long time, admiring herself in ecstasy. . Suddenly, aunt Su's eyebrows twisted together inexplicably, and her charming face became horribly gloomy. She grabbed a white towel and resolutely wiped the lipstick off her lips, leaving no trace behind. Then, aunt Su picked up another color of lipstick and began to draw and draw patiently again, and then started to admire herself in ecstasy. aunt Su's dressing table was brought back all the way from distant Shanghai by her gentle husband. It is said that it was once used by her Mother-in-law. The SMall and exquisite dressing table was very beautifully shaped. I was dazzled by the SMall drawers next to each other. I quietly opened one of the SMall drawers. Wow, my goodness, it was filled with all kinds of lipsticks and nail polishes. , In comparison, my mother’s low-quality lipsticks and very cheap creams were really shameful in front of aunt Su’s supermarket-like coSMetics, and it would be no pity to throw them into the trash can. aunt Su is one of the few recognized beauties in our dormitory. However, compared to aunt Yang, who has a more elegant temperament and doesn't like heavy makeup, I always feel that aunt Su's beauty is lacking in some aspects. So, aunt SuWhat exactly is missing? aunt Su's husband, my senior engineer friend Sun Dehong, was very loving and obedient to her. When aunt Su was in a good mood, she would softly and half-coquettishly call out: "Dehong! ...!" "Hey, ..." Hearing his Wife's tender, tender call, Sun Dehong immediately put down the housework he was busy with, just like a pug that was favored by his master, happily, She obediently hugged her beloved Wife, nodded and bowed her head and said submissively: "honey, what's going on?" "Come on, Dehong," aunt Su shook her newly washed black shawl hair and pointed at me. My senior friend asked charmingly: "How are you, Dehong? How about this look?" "Okay, okay," my senior engineer friend bowed down and flattered me like an old lady. Suddenly, he felt When he felt something was wrong, he timidly muttered: "My dear, this hair style is pretty good, but, but!" "What's the matter, nothing is better than it is," "But, but, it's a bit too, too, too Well, my dear, these are extraordinary times. It’s not appropriate for you to have such a conspicuous hairstyle!” “Humph,” aunt Su said, her face still filled with a happy SMile just a minute ago. , suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, she stared at her slave-like husband with big bright eyes and roared: "Stop talking nonsense, this matter is none of your business. What hairstyle do I want to have has anything to do with sports? Look at your bearish look. , I’m afraid of this and that, even if I drink water, I’m afraid of choking to death, you, you, you, you, will never be able to make a big difference in your life!” My poor older friend suddenly became aunt Su’s punching bag, with her two eyebrows that had just been painted. Suddenly, his lips covered with thick lipstick cursed like wild beans: "Damn it, you loser, you can't do anything, you can't eat anything! I've been worried about you, without me, You have already gone to the cowshed to drink porridge, and you may have to go to the labor camp. Humph," aunt Su glanced at me quietly, and said with a bright red mouth: "Hey, isn't Lu Lu's father decentralized? Humph, no mother! You also have to go to labor reform!" My oldest friend, senior engineer Sun Dehong, didn't dare to refute a word, his ridiculous, dazzling round head lowered in silence. He was hiding in the corner of the bed, looking like a pitiful creature. aunt Su is a romantic figure who is unwilling to be lonely in the workplace. There are many rumors about her romantic affairs, which has become an indispensable and talked about topic when people chat after dinner. People say that she tried her best in front of the rebel leaders and did not hesitate to make any sacrifices, including physical sacrifices of course, thus protecting her husband and my oldest friend, senior engineer Sun Dehong, from the impact and allowing her to survive. . Yes, in this dirty world full of dangers, cannibaliSM, and deception, people no longer care about so much in order to survive, unless they are already impatient. ...Childhood "Thirty-Three" Not long after I came into contact with Sun Xun, I felt that Sun Xun was extremely arrogant towards others, especially in front of me. He was so arrogant that I often couldn't bear it, but I still thought that I couldn't imaginary endurancedown. Ridiculing me, teaching me, and teasing me have become the most important part of Sun Xun's life. In front of me, Sun Xun always firmly believed that he was superior to me: "Humph," Sun Xun muttered to me with a look of disdain: "My father is from Shanghai, and our Family is from Shanghai!" People from Shanghai, What's wrong with Shanghai? Lin Hong's father and mother are both from Shanghai. Lin Hong is also very aloof. She also teases me, lectures me, and teases me every chance she gets. However, Lin Hong never puts on airs in front of me, let alone talking about being from Shanghai. Seeing Sun Xun's ridiculous condescending look, I secretly murmured in my heart: Humph, your mother aunt Su is a true Northeastern person, and you should be considered half a Shanghainese at most. Hey, even if you are a pure Shanghainese, you are not from Shanghai. What is there to be proud of than others? However, my little friend, my closest confidant... Sun Xun doesn't think so. He insists that he is a pure and 100% Shanghainese. In his eyes, the people in the entire dormitory are all country bumpkins. Only he himself can be called a superior person and a noble: "Look at them, what kind of guys are they? Well, what are they wearing?" They are in rags and rags, and when they talk, they are full of swear words and vulgar words. It is simply too obscene!" This is Sun Xun's overall evaluation of the other friends in the dormitory. In view of this, Sun Xun had few or no close friends in the entire dormitory. The children also looked down on him and refused to play with him: "Hey, look at him, he talks slowly and softly, and wears clothes that only girls can wear, he looks like a little girl!". "You're okay, much better than them!" This is what Sun Xun gave me after a serious inspection. This made me feel a little bit pity for my very low self-esteem in front of Sun Xun. To be honest, the reason why I am willing to hang out with the arrogant and arrogant Sun Xun is because I can gain a lot of unexpected cultural knowledge by contacting him. This enriched my inner world that was about to be desolate in my childhood. In order to obtain the cultural nourishment that I urgently needed from Sun Xun, I silently endured all of Sun Xun's eccentricity, arrogance, narcissiSM, and self-admiration, so that an unbreakable innocence was finally established between us. friendship. Sun Xun's father was very knowledgeable, but in that chaotic era, he had no use at all. So out of boredom, he passed on his profound knowledge to his beloved son. Sun Xun input this knowledge into my mind consciously or unconsciously while playing with me. This is a very beneficial thing to me. Here, I must be honest, it was Sun Xun and his father who inspired me in my childhood. "Look at you, eating steamed buns without washing your hands, how dirty are you!" Sun Xun's eyes were filled with contempt, and he lectured me like a little adult: "You northerners just don't care about hygiene. Look at it." Lao Yu’s Family on the first floor, how can anyone raise chickens in the house? Well, it SMells badI couldn't even enter the house. I always wondered how the Family could eat and sleep in a house like that! "There is an exquisite radio placed on the well-made desk, and a loud and deafening song comes out: "The Cultural Revolution is good!..." "Okay, what's so good! I don't do anything serious all day long. In addition to the denunciation meetings, there were parades and quarrels, and everything was SMashed!" "Sun Xun, don't talk nonsense. If these words spread, you will get beaten. You are so young, so I can't beat you to death. Is it true? Have you forgotten how your neighbor Jinhua’s father died, and why did Castro, Li Xiang’s father, jump from the building?” I warned my children sincerely, thinking... On the other hand, he secretly thought: These words of Sun Xun must have been whispered by his father, and then spread to his ears. I have never heard my father and mother say a bad word about the Cultural Revolution at Home. Really, I can guarantee Chairman Mao, not a word. "Lu Lu, I'm just telling you casually, aren't we good friends? Can you betray your friends? Can you be the most despised traitor?" "No, that's not interesting enough." I seemed like He replied like a revolutionary martyr with an extremely firm stance: "I don't want to be a traitor. Haven't you watched the movie? None of the traitors had a good ending. They were all shot in the end." After saying that, I scratched my temple with my finger. : "Pa..., ah, I'm dead!" I imitated the shameful fate of the traitors in the movie, and slowly lay down on the cold floor. Sun Xun's girl-like delicate little face suddenly wrinkled slightly: "You Look at you, you are just pretending to be dead. What are you pouring on the floor? The floor is so dirty. Your clothes were washed in vain. Besides, the cement floor is very cold and you will get arthritis. You, you, what? I don’t understand, I don’t know anything, I don’t understand anything, alas...what can you do? There is really nothing I can do about you!" Sun Xun continued to sigh deeply: "Alas, Lu Lu, do you know? , my dad said, China is so stinky in the world now that no country wants to pay attention to us, it’s almost like a dog ignores us!” Oh my god, this dear and respectable friend of mine, on the surface, seems to be a good and obedient man. He talks down to everyone in the workplace, nodding and bowing, but behind his back, he seems to know everything. Hey, what else is he acting like? , he just knows everything. From my father's mouth, I have never said these words that make me tremble. The words that come out of my father's mouth are always the same as what is shouted on the radio. Words: Good! good! good! ...There is a cabinet on the side of the desk next to the heater, which belongs to Sun Xun personally. He opened the SMall door of the cabinet and proudly showed off to me his brand-new books that made me drool. , beautifully packaged little book exuding the fragrance of ink. I stretched out my hand and turned over excitedly: "Childhood", "In the World", "My university", "How Steel Was Tempered", "Young Guards"... "Ah, "Childhood" ," I stared at a little book with my eyes fixed on it, and the exquisite pictures on it made me excited:"Wow, it turns out that Gorky, no, Seryosa, looked like this when they were young!" "Humph," Sun Xun snatched it away, which made me very disappointed: "Have you seen "Childhood"?" I have read it, but it is a big book!” He also studied and worked in the Soviet Union, but unlike Sun Dehong, my father had an extremely strong and sincere affection for the Soviet Union. When I was at my great friend Sun Dehong’s house, he collected it. He has a large number of Soviet art works. And "Moscow Suburbs at Night" is Sun Xun's mother's favorite song to hum. She almost always talks about it, but she can only hum it secretly and in a very low voice in the cozy bedroom. "These are all old Maozi's stuff. They are all books by old Soviet revisionists. They are old Maozi!" Completely opposite to my oldest friend Sun Dehong, my father has no good impression of the Soviets. of course, my Family... There were not so many Soviet literary and artistic works. My father’s books were all Marxist-Leninist works, Mao Zedong anthologies, and mountains of “Red Flag” magazines that I could never understand. When I mentioned the Soviet Union, my father said to me bitterly: "Lao Maozi is nothing but a fucking thing. He has occupied a lot of land in China, 8. During the liberation period, they molested Chinese women in China and moved all the machines from Chinese factories back to their Homes! Thinking of this, I reminded Sun Xun with a solemn expression: "Sun Xun, my father told me that Lao Maozi is the worst. They always want to hit us, and they want to throw atomic bombs at us?" As I said that, I suddenly Thinking of the ferocious image of Khrushchev in the Family pictorial, this further deepened my hatred and fear of the Soviet Union. "Hey, you, you don't understand anything, you don't know anything!" Sun Xun retorted to me plausibly: "If the Soviets really wanted to attack us, they would have beaten us long ago. What do you know? Ah, the old man is the most powerful! No one can defeat them. Napoleon defeated them back then, and Hitler also defeated them. They fought all the way to Berlin. Now, there are other people's troops there, around the Soviet Union. The SMall country is all under their control." "Their war horses seem to be very powerful, and there are many of them! They rush forward with a roar!" Sun Xun's words reminded me of the scene in the movie "Lenin 1918". A shot, so I followed Vassily’s example and grabbed the SMooth steel ruler on the desk: "Comrades, for the sake of Lenin, move forward...!" "You can do it!" Sun Xun looked at him with disdain. Looking at me who was jumping wildly on the floor: "You know nothing, you know nothing. Let me tell you, the war horse thing is no longer useful. It has been out of date long ago. Now we have to use atomic bombs to fight wars. The Soviets have a sea of ​​atoms. If all their atomic bombs go off, hey, they can blow up the earth. What does your little China mean?" "Then, then, what should we do? , then aren’t we all dead?” “Drill into the tunnel, maybe you can survive in the tunnel!” Regardless of whether the Soviets are good or bad, Sun Xun’s collection of "Childhood", "In the World", " These three little novels "My university" deeply touched my immature heart in childhood, especially "Childhood". Before I met Sun Xun, I waSMy father and mother forced me to hold up the novel "Childhood" and chew it hard. Due to my age, I couldn't understand it at all. However, Sun Xun's "Childhood" with pictures and texts made it clear at a glance. I read it over and over again. Never tire of it. After reading "Childhood", I completely changed my view of the Soviets. I did not become Sun Xun's traitor, but became my father's traitor. From then on, I became a pro-Soviet element, obsessed with Gorky and the Soviet Union. The author's passionate literary works, especially the three books by Gorky, have enlightened me. I have treasured them forever. I often take them out, savor them carefully, and read them over and over again. Every time I read them, I will be fascinated by them. It produces an indescribable feeling of intimacy, as if returning to that unforgettable childhood again. These three books taught me how to live and established my own outlook on life and values. As for Sun Xun's little book, I was only allowed to read it with him at his Home, but he refused to let me take it Home to slowly appreciate it. I liked Gorky's "Childhood" the most, and I repeatedly begged Sun Xun to let me take this book Home and chew it carefully. In order to achieve this goal, I expressed in my words that if he refused to lend me the book, he would never lend it to me again. Instead of being nice: "Sun Xun, lend me this book and take it Home to have a good look at it!" "No, I'm afraid you'll damage it!" "Sun Xun, if you don't lend it to me, "Then I, I, I won't play with you!" "Well," after hearing my words, Sun Xun's fair face suddenly became gloomy. He looked at me silently, and I also watched silently. Come, Sun Xun didn't want to lose my friend, so he reluctantly picked up the book with great sadness: "Take it, take it Home and read it!" "Thank you!" But , Sun Xun was still worried about his precious little book, so he sneaked into my house the next day and asked me for it: "After you finish reading it, give it back to me!" When Sun Xun took his little book from my hand, While reading, he carefully held the book and carefully examined the little book that had finally passed away: "Look, you made this place dirty, why is this page folded, hum, that is You go, I can’t borrow from anyone else.” The Sun Xun Family’s special feelings for the Soviet Union were subtly tranSMitted to me and flowed into my blood. To this day, I still have a strong preference for Russian literary and artistic works. What Sun Xun is most proud of is his old gramophone: "Look, do you know what this is?" "What the hell!" I reached out and opened the cover of the gramophone. "No," Sun Xun pushed my hand away very sternly: "Don't mess around. If you break it, I will make you pay for it. Come here!" After saying that, Sun Xun leaned over and pulled out a hand from under the bed board. After picking up the record, he said to me with a mysterious look on his face: "We have to keep our voices down, but we must not let my mother know. If she knows, I will get beaten." Sun Xun looked at his hands. The record seemed to be muttering to himself: "mom said this kind of thing is reactionary, yellow, and can't be played casually!" However, even though Sun Xun said so, he still couldn't help but put the record on the turntable. . "Shh, Lu Lu, we have to lower our voices and let othersIf you hear it, you have to report it. Then we're doomed! Sun Xun said while gently turning the record needle. Soon, a melodious and sweet melody floated out from the gramophone, which was completely different and completely contrary to what the radio was playing and what the rebels were shouting all day long... "The Blue Danube", the entire The whole room was immediately filled with the tune of extremely cheerful and pleasing waltz. Wow, this was the first time in my life that I heard such a soft and warm melody. I quickly became intoxicated by it and said, "How is this song so reactionary? Why can't I hear anything obscene about it?" "Shh," Sun Xun waved his hand at me: "Keep your voice down, be careful!" After saying that, the timid Sun Xun, afraid of causing trouble, ruthlessly turned off the phonograph with a click, and the room fell silent again, still unfinished. I stared blankly at the gramophone that suddenly became mute. I couldn't tell what it felt like. It was like an extremely sweet candy that had just been put into my mouth and was being ruthlessly sucked before it was fully absorbed. Take it out and throw it downstairs. "Sun Xun, please play it for a while, it sounds so good!" I begged from the bottom of my heart. "Okay," Sun Xun, who is the best at whetting my appetite, changed another record. This time, what came out of the gramophone was the unique Indian song "Wanderer". "Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah,..." Sun Xun and I jumped up and down in the middle of the room to the cheerful and joyful songs with a touch of sadness, mouthing "Ah ah ah" The ground screamed non-stop and there was a clicking sound. I was dancing vigorously when Sun Xun turned off the phonograph again, much to my chagrin. Huh, helpless, I muttered bitterly: When I have money, I will definitely buy a gramophone. Then I can listen to whatever I want, and whatever I want to listen to. Every time we played with this gramophone, Sun Xun and I seemed to be engaged in an adventure, which was exciting, nervous, and full of excitement. of course, Sun Xun always turned off the phonograph without mercy when I was intoxicated, thereby whetting my appetite. Sun Xun, who has not yet gone to School, not only recognized common Chinese characters, but his sketching skills also made me drool with envy. On the wall next to Sun Xun’s bed hung several of his outstanding masterpieces: "Lu Lu, Sun Xun pointed at his masterpiece and showed off to me: "Look, this is what I painted. How does it feel, is it good?" "Okay," I said stupidly, "Okay, okay, it's really good." Great, the painting looks just like the one in the book!" Looking at the proud look on Sun Xun's face, I continued: "Sun Xun, can you teach me how to draw? I'll be your apprentice!" "Okay," my request was exactly what Sun Xun, who was a good Teacher, wanted to do. He immediately opened the drawer and said, "Here, here is your pen and paper. Let's start the class. The first lesson today: how to draw lines!" I I took the pen and paper handed over by my child, Teacher Sun Xun, and put them on the table. Amidst his endless lectures, I began to endlessly draw various straight lines, curves, thick lines, and thin lines. "Oh, no, no, you're holding the pen wrong, it should be like this, look at me!" Sun Xun was very excited after accepting a disciple. He held the pencil and started to talk to me.Lesson: "Oh, why do you draw with your left hand? Ah, this is not okay. Once you become famous in the future, and people see you drawing with your left hand, they will ask: Who is your master? You say it is: Sun Xun Teach me, hey, wouldn’t that make me lose face? Tell you, you must correct me, otherwise, I will not teach you as my apprentice!” “Okay, okay, okay,” I said sincerely. He replied: "I will definitely change it, I will definitely change it." Even though I said this, as long as Sun Xun wasn't paying attention, I would secretly sketch with my left hand. Under Sun Xun's step-by-step guidance, my painting skills have improved unexpectedly. After a period of unremitting efforts, I finally completed a work that I am very satisfied with. I successfully copied the book "Childhood" A painting... Gorky's grandfather hugged Gorky and taught him how to read. I also followed Sun Xun's example and hung my masterpiece above the bed to admire it every day. Sun Xun owns two extremely exquisite sketch textbooks, compiled by a man named Harding. I don’t know where this respectable Mr. Harding is, but these two books compiled by him I couldn't put it down, especially the wonderful world-famous paintings in the book, which made me happy to look at them: the seductive eyes of "Mona Lisa", "The Last Supper" and the disgusting Judas, "David" "The body full of masculine energy, the inexplicable broken arm of "Venus"... These fascinating paintings make me feel that the world is great and life is happy. It is a pity that Sun Xun always stopped me ruthlessly from flipping through these two books: "Don't flip through it randomly, you will get dirty even the good books!" Although Sun Xun always treated me unfairly, I never He expressed strong dissatisfaction, but this time, he stopped me from enjoying these two books, which deeply hurt my heart and made me not want to eat and sleep at night. I think Sun Xun was not preventing me from enjoying those two books, but was preventing me from pursuing a happy and perfect life. I secretly vowed to get those two books, just like I must get happiness in life. Here, I can tell you very proudly: In the end, I got what I wanted. Not only could I read these two books, but I also completely obtained them and possessed them forever, just like I completely obtained the happiness of life. And possess this happiness forever. These two books have been treasured by me to this day and will be treasured forever. This is an eternal treasure of happiness. What happened is this. After I was a Teenager, I bought a book called "Shuowen Jiezi". Sun Xun immediately became interested in the book after reading it, but he had no money to buy it: "I really envy you. "Where did you get the money to buy such an expensive book?" "You still have to ask, the Teacher gave it to me!" I replied with great pride, watching Sun Xun caressing the book without blinking, feeling When he already liked this book, I had an idea: "Sun Xun, if you like this book, we can exchange it!" "Really?" Sun Xun was overjoyed: "What is the exchange? Tell me!" "Sun Xun, how about trading your two sketch books for my "Shuowen Jiezi", will you do it?" "This," Sun Xun hesitated at first, but he quickly nodded: "Okay, I agree, come on, pull the hook!" "Okay, hang yourself with the hook, and you won't want it again for a hundred years!" Sun Xun ran away very happily. I went Home and put his two precious books into my hands, "Here you go," and then he happily held up the "Shuowen Jiezi" and said, "Okay, our deal is done!" Holding these two sketch books, my hands trembled slightly, and I thought to myself: Hahaha, my conspiracy finally succeeded, I finally got you, my baby, I got happiness! Childhood "Thirty-Four" "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong windy morning, before I got up, a deafening air raid siren suddenly sounded outside my house. "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooozessdy ta , the aunt who was busy cooking covered her ears and looked at her mother blankly. Her mother hurriedly pulled her coat: "Yangzi, come on, it's time to prepare for the war. Come on, put Lu Lu's clothes on, go downstairs, and get in." "Authentic." "Hey," my aunt heard this and hurriedly lifted up my quilt: "Niece, get up quickly. Didn't you listen to mom? There's an air defense drill." "It's not good!" There was a lot of noise in the corridor: "It's not good. "It's bad, old Su Xiu's big plane is coming to bomb!" "Run!" My aunt held me with one hand and my sister with the other hand, and walked out confusedly behind my mother. I opened the door and ran downstairs. Accompanied by the piercing air-raid sirens that hovered over the city one after another, my aunt carried me on her back, pulled my sister, mixed in with the tidal flow of people, and reluctantly got into the street. The newly completed, humid, narrow, and dirty tunnels can suffocate people to death. A string of dim incandescent light bulbs hung from the top of the tunnel, blinking with dull, sleepy eyes. The deeper we walked into the tunnel, the harder it became to breathe. I was so frightened that I hugged my aunt's neck tightly. "Where is mom?" I asked my aunt, "aunt, where is mom?" "mom, mom," my aunt replied, "mom is not down. I heard people say that she is doing organizational and mobilization work up there!" "aunt, I I'm so scared!" "Niece, don't be afraid, we'll be out in a minute!" My aunt comforted me with all her strength. "mom, this is not fun, I want to go out, I want to go out, woo woo woo!" A child from an unknown Family cried loudly. Yes, I feel the same way. Indeed, this is not fun. Through the sounds of children crying and whispering, I vaguely heard the sound of cars passing by on the road. "Hmph, what kind of tunnel is this? Well, it's dug so close to the ground that you can even hear the sound of passing cars. If the old Su Xiu's plane really flies over and drops bombs, huh, there's no way for bombs to go down. There is no need to explode, just fall down with a bang, just hit it on the ground, and the tunnel will collapse!" Uncle A Gen behind him was complaining quietly, and aunt Yang next to him heard this, and suddenly She frowned, and angrily used her elbow to push the talkative Uncle A Gen: "Oh, just stay well, what are you talking about?"ah". aunt Yang's warning is by no means unnecessary. This is an era where misfortune comes from the mouth. You must be cautious when speaking, otherwise you will be mercilessly hit. "Oh, I'm just talking casually!" "That doesn't work, what should I do if people hear me?" "..." aunt Yang was muttering to Uncle A Gen. Suddenly, the string of dim light bulbs at the top of the tunnel all appeared inexplicably. The ground was extinguished as if it had died. "Oh, what happened? You can't see anything!" The dark tunnel suddenly fell into disorderly chaos. People were running around and rushing towards the exit of the tunnel, scrambling to get out. After squeezing out of the tunnel, the shouts of adults and the cries of children merged into a disturbing symphony. My aunt hugged me tightly: "Don't be afraid, nephew, don't be afraid!" "Fangzi," my aunt was timidly at a loss. In the darkness, Uncle Agen beside her pulled her arm: " Don't panic, come on, come with us!" "Hey," after hearing Uncle Agen's words, my aunt finally firmed up. She lucked out, carrying me on her back, dragging her sister, and followed closely behind Uncle Agen. What confused me very much was that Uncle A Gen, who was leading the way, was carrying Lin Hong on his back and pulling aunt Yang. He was not like the others, running around like a headless fly. Instead, walk confidently into the depths of the pit. "Brother Agen, where are you going?" my aunt asked quietly. "Fangzi, feel free to follow me!" Uncle Agen said confidently: "Let's go, let's go, let's go quickly, I know the way out." auntie stopped talking and followed aunt Yang side by side. Uncle, he groped towards the depths of the tunnel, one foot deep and the other shallow. We walked through the long and narrow tunnel, but we didn’t know how far we had gone. Gradually, a dim light appeared in front of us. Uncle Agen stopped and put Lin Hong on his back on the wet red brick ground. He was so frightened. Lin Hong, who was at her extreme, grabbed Uncle Agen's arm tightly: "Dad, I'm scared!" "Don't be afraid, we're at the exit!" Uncle Agen pulled Lin Hong and said happily to aunt Yang and auntie Yang: "Here, let's go to the exit, Yoshiko, come on, put Lu Lu down, you go up first!" "What kind of place is this!" My aunt still carried me on her back, walking towards the light with a confused look on her face, I leaned on my aunt's shoulder On my back, I raised my head and looked up along the light. My dear, there was a heavy manhole cover above my head. My God, you really know how to joke. "Hey," seeing me staring blankly at the manhole cover above my head, Uncle Agen SMiled slightly and said humorously, "This is all a good thing that we SMelly old nine did, digging, digging, digging stupidly one by one. After digging, hey, he actually dug a sewer well. The leader took a look and discussed it. Finally, he just made a mistake and set up a secret exit here! "Yangzi, go ahead!" "No," auntie said. Shaking his head, he lifted me to the cold, wet iron handrail: "Eldest nephew, you go up first!" "Ha," I excitedly grabbed the iron handrail and climbed on it. This was my last resort. Putting his feet on the iron handrail below, he pushed his arms hard and climbed up with great dexterity: "Ha, it's so fun, so fun!" "Lu Lu," Uncle A Gen suddenly remembered.What: "Oh, why did I forget? I should go up first and lift the manhole cover!" "It's okay," I replied, "Uncle Agen, I have the strength, I can lift the manhole cover!" "Be careful, "My aunt said: "Don't SMash your hand!" I quickly climbed under the manhole cover. I stretched out my hand and easily pushed the manhole cover to the side. Then, I jumped to the wide stone. On the road. "Ouch," there was a strong wind on the road, and the leaves were flying. Several pedestrians fighting against the strong wind stopped immediately when they saw me emerging from the manhole. "Oh, this kid, why are you drilling into the manhole to play?" It’s too dangerous!” “Hehe,” I followed the wind and plopped down on the manhole cover, pointing at a few curious pedestrians down the well: “There are still people, several of them haven’t come up yet!” Oh," a few pedestrians walked to the edge of the well, and Uncle Agen just showed his head: "Hey, what are you looking at, what are you curious about, air defense drill, air defense drill!" "..." "Ah...," when My aunt, who was covered in dirt, carried me on her back and took my sister into the house, in the distant and desolate Wu. Dad, who was undergoing a heavy and humiliating labor reform life at the Seventh Cadre School, was very surprised to be standing in the room. He was dressed in an authentic peasant dress and was busy sorting out the dirty luggage that was filled with a pungent earth SMell. Roll, my aunt exclaimed with joy: "Brother!" "Oh, Yoshiko," my father said to my aunt affectionately: "You are tired. These days when my Brother is not at Home, this Family is thanks to you!" "Brother, Don't talk about those useless things." My aunt grabbed a piece of my father's dirty clothes and said, "Oh my God, these clothes are as dirty as those who fled!" "Dad," I plopped and jumped off my aunt's back. He came down and ran to his father's side, staring curiously at his pile of dirty clothes and belongings. "It was an endless Virgin forest," Dad told me with great interest while sorting out the messy luggage, his unusual life deep in the mountains, which was little better than a prisoner: "Ours The dormitory is built in a large ravine on the edge of the Virgin forest. You see,..." Dad took out a poorly bound and roughly printed picture album from an old military backpack. I flipped through it casually, and Dad pointed to a picture album. The blurred photo said to me: "This is the dormitory we built ourselves. Take a closer look. I built this wall with my own hands. Hey, my hands, which can only write and draw, are working as bricklayers for the first time in my life." It’s a bit tiring work, and my hands are covered in blood blisters, but it’s quite interesting!” “Dad, your place is really nice. This mountain is so high. When can I see a real mountain?” "My eyes were fixed on the endless mountain peaks in the background of the dormitory. My father shook his head and objected: "It's not bad. What's so interesting about those mountains? We don't even have electricity there. We can't go anywhere at night. It’s so dark that I can’t even see my own fingers.” “Yes, the blind bear from the mountain often comes to visit our dormitory, and the big bear nails us with just a few clicks. The wooden wooden courtyard wall was knocked down, and the blind bear was in the courtyard.They wandered around so arrogantly that we were so frightened that we broke out in cold sweats and our hearts were in our throats. At night, no one dared to go out to relieve themselves. "In addition to studying the works of MarxiSM-LeniniSM and Mao Zedong's anthology, we also need to open up wasteland and cultivate land, be self-reliant, and have enough food and clothing. My task is to feed the pigs. I like this job very much. When I was a child, I helped your grandma feed the pigs, so now I am very good at this job and I am very good at it. Those little piglets made me fat and strong, and my story was even published in the newspaper published by the cadre School." As he said, my father took out another newspaper and handed it to them. Give it to me. I took it and scanned it. On the first page, there was a dense text printed in a very eye-catching position. The title above was "Good Pigherd". Next to the title, there was a picture of a father wearing a white apron and carrying a big bag. The water scoop is feeding the pigs with a cheerful expression. My father not only brought me this newspaper, which had profound meaning to him, but also collected many specialties from the Virgin forest for my sister and me: black fungus, yellow mushrooms, pine seeds, large dark brown walnuts... Completely opposite to my mother, my father is a calm, taciturn and extremely introverted person. He never expresses his mood casually, no matter how good or bad he is. Dad is tall and has a square, round face with a healthy light red color. Under his two thick brows are a pair of clear, beautiful and big eyes full of kindness. There is a pair of distinctive big ears on both sides of his square head. The fortune teller said that they are two large barns, which can be filled with more grain than can be eaten in a lifetime. Therefore, Dad’s nickname is "Big Cangzi" indicates that there is plenty of grain and you will have plenty of food and clothing throughout your life. In addition to a pair of outstanding large barns, unlike his mother, his father has a pair of beautiful hands, with broad palms and long fingers. Nine out of ten fingers are counted. The fortune teller continued to use the theme: "Nine heads and one stick will lead to a stable life until old age!". Indeed, my father’s life in his later years was extremely comfortable. He enjoyed a high pension and all his medical treatment and medication were reimbursed by the party. "You don't need to worry about me even if I die," my father said to me. "My cremation expenses will be reimbursed by the Party." The only drawback is that my father’s skin is darker, and it affects my sister and me, becoming our most distinguishing feature. When I was young, my father came from a poor Family. My grandfather was sick all year round, and suffered from more than one disease. He was accompanied by medicine jars filled with various pills all day long. An older sister above my father married a skilled carpenter and also lived a poor life. There are three Brothers and two little sisters below. Dad is SMart and studious, and his academic performance is very outstanding, especially in mathematics. He is known as the "King of Mathematics" in the class. The Teacher likes him very much and thinks he will be promising in the future. Regrettably, my father's liberal arts skills were not ideal, and his writing of Chinese characters was extremely poor, which is really not worthy of praise. Grandpa, grandma and the whole Family lived frugally and spared no effort to support dad through his studies. Dad eventually graduated from a prestigious university and was sent to the Soviet Union to continue his studies. After returning to China after studying in the Soviet Union, my father was assigned to the Jiuquan Iron and Steel Plant in Gansu Province. That place was really too far away. My father explained his poor Family background and his seriously ill father to the leaders of the unit, which finally made the leaders of the unit feel compassion., and reassigned him back to the Northeast. "You will end up living in the South!" the fortune teller predicted Dad's future with great confidence. "You can pull me down," Dad said disapprovingly: "You are talking nonsense, how can I live in the south, where I have no relatives or friends, why should I go there?" However, fate played a different role for Dad. It's not a big joke, but my father really lived peacefully in the south in his later years, and it is the southernmost part of China. Sitting on the leather sofa at Home, the blue sea in the distance is clearly visible. Every time I mentioned this, my father would helplessly shrug his shoulders at me: "Oh, how could that blind fortune teller who was dead long ago be so accurate? I really lived in the south in my later years, and I can't go further south. , and further south is the sea." My father was really obedient to my mother. No matter whether what my mother did was correct or not, my father always accommodated her and tolerated her. The reason why my father is like this is that he has a very good reason. He is afraid that his mother will suffer from epilepsy. Not only that, my father also taught us that we must follow his example: "Don't contradict your mother on anything. You must listen to whatever she says." "She said eggs are grown on trees, so you just agree with her." Said: Yes, eggs are grown on trees, and they still have handles!" I have always turned a deaf ear to my father's ridiculous and ridiculous fallacy. I always insist that my mother's epilepsy was deliberately faked. With a firm view, my father, who is getting older now, finally repented, but it was too late: "You are right, your mother's epilepsy was really pretended to scare me. I fell into her trap. She used this You have deceived me for the rest of my life!" When my aunt was away, my father was responsible for all the housework. He was very satisfied with this kind of work and was extremely qualified for it. He worked hard and never complained. Dad would hum after get off work every day. Listening to revolutionary songs, I put on a SMall apron and walked into the kitchen to light the fire and cook. Sunday is the day my father legally washes the Family's dirty clothes. Dad is not only taciturn, but also very responsible. He dare not go beyond the limits of anything he does. However, when the unprecedented storm of the Cultural Revolution swept across, my father, who had always been cautious, jumped into it without hesitation. "We want to revolutionize their lives!" Dad said categorically: "They are all capitalists and big landowners. Their ancestors made their fortune by exploiting poor people like us. We have been poor for generations. The poorer we are, the more revolutionary we are!" Dad said Hoping to change his destiny in this typhoon-like political storm, he made a huge bet: "My Family has been a farmhand for generations, and we don't have a house or a ridge of land. Who am I afraid of!" The Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution movement indeed brought good luck to Dad. He was promoted step by step from a SMall employee to the main leader of the unit. Because he had conflicts with some rebel leaders and got into trouble, he was ostracized by them and was eventually exiled to Wu. Seven cadre Schools. However, after returning from the cadre School, things suddenly changed for Dad. His superiors promoted Dad to the position of deputy dean. He was also told that he would be promoted again in the near future, and there was hope of being promoted to full dean. Dad's face in the workplaceMany close friends and best friends have already eagerly called Dad the dean without even mentioning the word "vice". ...Childhood "Thirty-Five" Today is the National Day. It is a SMall celebration every five years and a big celebration every ten years. This year's National Day is a big celebration, and firecrackers will be set off in the evening. It was an extremely spectacular scene. The bright and dazzling fireworks were thrown into the clear night sky like raindrops, blooming into different and colorful flower patterns, which was pleasing to the eye. In order to occupy a better position to watch the firecrackers, I waited on the window sill of the corridor very early. As night fell, many friends gathered one after another and squeezed me tightly to the bottom. Layer: "Get up, what are you doing? You're crushing me, you're crushing me!" Even if I yelled at the top of my voice, it was of no avail. There were still figures swaying on the stairs and continuing to gather towards the window sill. There was one A man walked slowly from the bottom of the stairs with a flashlight, and the sharp electric light shone directly on my eyes. I held down my eyes that were shining brightly because of the flashlight, thinking that this was another friend playing a prank on me. , so I cursed slowly and angrily: "Who, who, who is this? Who is taking care of daddy?" "What a boy!" The person with the flashlight suddenly started to curse after hearing this. : "Little bastard, who are you scolding? Well, who are you scolding?" I opened my dim eyes and took a closer look. My mother, I was immediately frightened half to death. I broke out in a cold sweat and aroused a wave of excitement all over my body. Layers of numb goosebumps. Oh, isn't this the vicious rebel leader "Big Grasshopper"? He is now the director of the Revolutionary Committee. He is so arrogant and arrogant in the unit that everyone who sees him shudders. Why did I scold him today, why did I bump into the muzzle of his gun, I caused a big trouble, I dare to bet my head: I am dead! "Who the hell are you scolding!" "Big Grasshopper" stretched out his fingers as slender as grasshoppers and fiercely dragged me from the window sill to the concrete floor: "Let's go, let's go, little bastard, we're looking for you. Dad, please reason with me. Let’s talk to your dad.” After saying that, the “big grasshopper” grabbed my collar like an eagle catching a chicken and dragged me into the dark corridor with a snap. , "Big Grasshopper" opened the door of my house angrily. Dad and aunt Yang were sitting in the room chatting. aunt Yang was wearing a pair of light blue shorts, and her two plump white thighs were illuminated by the fluorescent lamp. Reflects charming brilliance. The "big grasshopper" had a sullen face and pushed me to the center of the room angrily: "Lao Zhang, this is the good son you raised. Ah, he was scolding me in the corridor and scolding me for being, yes, being his son. "Uncle, I, I, I didn't see it was you, I thought you were..." I defended desperately. "What! You bastard,..." When my father heard this, he jumped up from the chair, pulled me over, and raised his other arm high: "Your uncle is older than me. Big, did you scold him? Huh? Asshole!..." Before the furious father could finish his words, he slapped me mercilessly, leaving a deep bruise on my face. Red marks, my ears seem to beThe bomb had just shocked and buzzed, and countless gold stars shot out from my eyes, more dazzling than the fireworks being set off outside the house, flying towards the pale roof. ..."Oh, Lao Zhang, you are crazy, how can you beat the child so fiercely!" aunt Yang screamed in shock at first, and Jier stared at her bulging eyes, and then started desperately I rushed over and held down my father's big slap as he was about to attack me again: "Old Zhang, if you hit me so hard, you will break the child. You will break him!" aunt Yang took me away from my father. She took her hand and held it in her soft embrace. She gently stroked my slowly swelling little face with one hand: "My child, does it hurt?" "It hurts!" I nodded miserably, one drop at a time. Tears of extreme grievance came out of her eyes: "aunt Yang, don't blame me, don't blame me. It was too dark when I walked out. He held up his flashlight and kept shining it on me. I couldn't see anything. I thought it was some friend who followed me. I was joking, so just, just, just,...wuwuwu..." "Don't cry, don't cry, good boy, come on, wipe your tears, aunt Yang will take you out to watch the fireworks in a while!" "Big "Grasshopper" is Dad's immediate boss, and it was he who exiled Dad to Wu. He went to the Seventh Cadre School for reform through labor, and my father finally returned to the work unit. As for me, I unintentionally offended the "big grasshopper" tonight. My father was very worried that the "big grasshopper" would avenge himself again and make him return to Wu. The Seventh Cadre School continued to be his swineherd, reliving that unbearable life. Another point: aunt Yang was caught by the "big grasshopper" wearing only very few Underwear and panties, which made Dad very embarrassed and angered him. As a result, I will not be able to escape the pain of flesh and blood tonight. "Brother, you." Hearing my cry, my aunt who was busy in the kitchen rushed into the house desperately. Seeing me covering my cheek in misery, my aunt jumped in front of my father: "Brother, you What are you doing? How could you hit him like this? Huh..." Before she could finish her words, my aunt burst into tears. "Fangzi!" Dad walked into the house angrily, and aunt Yang quietly comforted her aunt: "Fangzi, Fangzi, don't cry, stop crying!" "Woo..., wu..., I'm going, I'm going "Brother, buy me a ticket. I'll leave. I'll leave tomorrow. I'll tell my mother to go and watch you beat Lu Lu!" Then, my aunt rushed into the house: "Brother, buy me a ticket. Tomorrow." , I’m leaving, I’m going to take Lu Lu away, you’re so shameless, why are you beating your child like this!” “He, he,” Dad squeaked, “Yangzi, hi,...” “Oh, Yoshiko. ", let's go!" aunt Yang walked behind her, gently pulling her with one hand, and patting my shoulder with the other hand: "Fangzi, let's go watch the fireworks with Lu Lu." Then, aunt Yang held her hand. Holding my hand, he slipped out of the house and came to the dark corridor. "I don't want to watch, I don't want to watch!" I was so dizzy after being slapped by my father that I was in no mood to watch the fireworks at this moment. "No more, aunt Yang. I really don't want to see anymore?" "No more!" aunt Yang leaned over and said, "Then, come Home with aunt Yang!" aunt Yang kindly led my aunt and I to her Family, Lin Hong is still the same, heheheheHe SMiled and said: "Hey, Lu Lu, you are in trouble, let your father beat you!" "Go," aunt Yang curled her lips at Lin Hong: "You can stop saying a few words, they are embarrassing enough. "With that said, aunt Yang dragged me to the kitchen and said, "Lu Lu, wash your face and go to sleep with auntie Yang, Lin Hong." After washing my face, aunt Yang carried me to the bed and took off my shoes. On the other hand, he said: "Your father beat you and it hurts you. Alas, you can't blame him entirely. You must not bear his grudge! Your father can't help it. You are too fair in scolding people." , It’s not okay to scold anyone, but it’s him who is the most vicious person in the whole unit. Do you know what we call him secretly?” “Big grasshopper, everyone calls him that!” “No, that’s not right. This is the official name. There is also a nickname behind "Big Grasshopper". We all secretly call him "Qin Hui". Do you know who Qin Hui is?" "You know, the great traitor of the song Dynasty who harmed Yue Fei? Die!" "Yes, the big grasshopper is worse than Qin Hui. He can't move when he sees a woman's legs. They are sticky and disgusting." "Where's Uncle Agen? What is he doing? "He's on a business trip. I don't know when he will be back this time. Something happened. Kid, guess what happened to our unit?" aunt Yang covered me with a thick quilt. "What's going on? Is it interesting?" "Interesting, that's what's interesting. aunt Yang will tell you slowly. After listening to it, you will definitely feel better," aunt Yang said while facing Looking at the big mirror on the dressing table, she arranged her black hair. Then, she took off her Underwear very naturally and hung it on the clothes hook. Jier picked up a SMall and exquisite bottle and poured it into the bottle with only the remaining Wearing a pair of light green bra and short white panties, her body as white and tender as jade started to squirt. Instantly, the room was filled with fragrance. aunt Yang raised her arm high and continued to spray towards her cleanly shaved armpits. Putting down the perfume bottle, aunt Yang stretched out her plump jade hand and patted my forehead: "Sleep, go to bed quickly!" Then, aunt Yang climbed onto the bed, took off her white stockings, revealing a pair of beautiful feet painted with red nail polish. She clung to my side, and the alluring body odor of a mature woman mixed with the fresh perfume immediately rushed into my breath. I took a deep breath, and aunt Yang pulled the corner of the quilt: "Come on, since you don't have If you're in the mood to watch the fireworks, let's just go to bed!" "aunt Yang, you haven't told me about the ridiculous things that happened in the unit yet!" I rested my head on aunt Yang's slender arm, and pressed my body tightly against hers. A pair of extremely round and large breasts, I secretly peeked through the gap in the bra, and found that aunt Yang’s nipples were flat and SMall, almost hard to see clearly. I secretly muttered in my heart: Such SMall nipples, Lin How did Hong get milk? "Oh, yes, look at my head," aunt Yang SMiled cutely: "Really, I am such a person, how can I turn around and forget what I said after I finished speaking, alas, aunt Yang is old and useless. Come on, let’s lie on the bed and talk slowly. When we’ve finished talking, you’ll feel sleepy, and then we’ll start sleeping!” “…The day before yesterday, the steel plant we designed and built called our Company. Factory buildings designed by usAfter it was covered, the blast furnace could not be installed. "It turns out that the civil engineering department was careless and made a calculation error. As a result, the lifting bracket of the factory building was not enough and the blast furnace could not be installed. Someone said sarcastically: Forcibly install it, open a window in the ceiling and let the blast furnace stick its head out! Hahaha, you think it's ridiculous. It's not funny, our unit has lost face this time. Everyone in the civil engineering department is writing inspections now. They don't know how the superiors will deal with it. Maybe everything will have to be decentralized." "The factory will be demolished. It’s all over if I re-cover it! I thought it was a big joke, this is it!” I curled my lips in disapproval. "What, kid, is this too young? Remove the heavy cover? It's easy to say, just blow the air. How much money will be wasted? Do you know how much it costs to build a long-span factory? Tens of millions Ah, my precious child." aunt Yang stretched out her white and tender hands and gently pinched my face with dissatisfaction. At the same time, she stared at her round eyes and sped up her words, which soon turned into a machine gun tone. Speaking in Shanghai Mandarin, the aroma from aunt Yang's red lips fell on my face. I breathed in greedily, enjoying the charming aroma: "Child, do you know?" "What! Oops, okay "Tickling," I panicked and said my legs were itchy. I reached down and deliberately and gently touched aunt Yang's soft belly and her silky Underwear. I could already feel the pubic hair on the underside of the Underwear pricking me. back of hand. "I'm telling you, listen carefully!" aunt Yang was extremely serious, hugging my head that was looking around. I was already so distracted by aunt Yang's warm body that I couldn't even think of listening to her. Nagging, I answered absentmindedly: "What, what!" "Cao Lijun, the chief of the civil engineering department, knew that a disaster was coming. He was so sad that he secretly slipped into the toilet to commit suicide at Home, but he chose the one he wanted. The knife was not very fast, or maybe I was too gentle because I was afraid of the pain, so I chopped more than ten times randomly. There was a lot of blood, but the person was not dead. He is being rescued in the hospital now." "Have you been rescued?" When I heard that another person was about to die, I was immediately stunned and asked with concern. "Now it seems that death is impossible, but living is even more sinful and has turned into a useless person." "Why did he have to die? It's just a matter of writing a checkup!" "Oh, no, no, he is the person in charge, yes As the final check-in, this is not something that can be done just by writing an examination. Alas, originally we had completed the procedures for being transferred back to Shanghai, but now we have to wait until the matter is resolved satisfactorily before we can be transferred. Such a thing, it will take more than half a year to get back to work. Oh, what a bad luck! ""What, aunt Yang, you want to be transferred?" aunt Yang's words shocked me. "Yes, it was approved last week. Your Uncle Agen and I were just about to pack our bags. Unexpectedly, we got a phone call and something like this happened." "Then, I will never see it again. It's your turn! "Oh God, you are so heartless. I am so sorry that this fairy-like beauty in front of me is about to leave me forever. "Hahaha!" "My child, what are you talking about? aunt Yang is not dead, how can I never see it again? My child, in the future, when you go to Shanghai, you must visit aunt Yang's house. aunt Yang will You burn it authenticallySea vegetables, I can guarantee that they are absolutely 100% Shanghainese. "The more aunt Yang talked, the more excited she became. This was the joy that burst out from finally being able to return to her Hometown as she wished: "Congratulate me, child!" After saying that, aunt Yang gave me a deep kiss, and my His tongue took the opportunity to lick aunt Yang's fragrant red cheeks hard. "Ah, I'm sleepy..., go to sleep!" aunt Yang finished a long yawn, turned sideways, hugged me, and slowly closed her beautiful big eyes. I didn't feel sleepy at all. aunt Yang's plump body, towering breasts, and snow-white SMooth legs made me salivate. My saliva flowed onto the white pillow cover unknowingly. I waited patiently until aunt Yang gradually fell asleep and made a slight sound. Then, I gently broke away from her arms, held my breath, and secretly slid deeper into the quilt. I secretly pulled away aunt Yang's bra, and touched aunt Yang's jade-white breasts with my trembling fingers because of my guilty conscience. At the same time, I moved my mouth to her, grabbed her SMall flat nipples and sucked them deeply. "Yeah!" aunt Yang moaned in her dream, which immediately made me break into a cold sweat. I hurriedly spat out the SMall nipple that had just been sucked into my mouth, and hurriedly pulled the bra shut for her. After a while, I found that aunt Yang didn't wake up, so I continued to slide down. At the same time, I stuck out my tongue and kissed aunt Yang's plump body greedily. Gradually, my face was pressed against aunt Yang's private parts, and through the From the gauze-like Underwear, I SMelled a strong, fishy SMell unique to mature women that made me extremely excited. I took off aunt Yang's Underwear and took advantage of the dazzling light from the fireworks outside the window to admire aunt Yang's plump and white urine very seriously. Obviously, aunt Yang's pubic hair has been painstakingly trimmed. All the matted hair has been shaved off, leaving only a SMall patch of dense pubic hair on the slightly raised mons pubis. This patch of pubic hair has also been carefully trimmed. They were pruned and all gleamed with a dark light. I stuck out my tongue and licked the pubic hair mixed with the scent of perfume. The little penis under my Underwear swayed restlessly. I put a hand into my Underwear and grasped the excited little penis tightly. cock, keep rubbing it gently. Next, I started to kiss aunt Yang's tender thighs, which were filled with the SMell of sweat. My penis became more and more excited... "Alas..." After a slight sigh, aunt Yang changed her sleep again. posture, kicking off the quilt and spreading her two plump legs. My opportunity finally came. I peeled off my thin Underwear, and aunt Yang's tempting, SMooth and pink urine from the shaved pubic hair appeared in front of my eyes. I slowly and tentatively inserted a finger into aunt Yang's pee, and soon it was completely wet with the vaginal fluid. I stirred wildly, and aunt Yang's pee spaSMed slightly, turning pink and tender. The fat bumped gently with my fingers. I continued to thrust my fingers in and out of aunt Yang's urine, while desperately rubbing my hungry and thirsty little cock. "Bang..." There was a loud noise, and a huge firework exploded in the dark night sky. The blinding light scared me and I pulled my wet fingers out of aunt Yang's pee with trembling fear. . ……childhood"Thirty-six》"Woo..., woo..., woo...,..." The angry Train roared at the top of its lungs, running loudly across the vast expanse of land. I leaned in my aunt's warm embrace. �, looking out the car window at the towering trees receding rapidly and the SMall villages passing by, my heart was filled with excitement and novelty. The crowded carriage was filled with filthy air and choked with SMoke. Passengers with tired and idle faces were either looking at each other expressionlessly, or whispering to each other in low voices; Whether it is to flip through an old crumpled newspaper repeatedly and aimlessly; or to SMoke low-quality cigarettes silently and alone, one after another; or to Bored, he hugged his disheveled head and fell asleep. "Ah...," my aunt was still in the extreme excitement of returning Home: "I can finally go Home!" My aunt's handsome face was filled with happiness, and her strong but gentle arms were tightly held. He hugged me tightly, and his strong yet light, plump and charming body with clear curves uncontrollably exuded a thick, refreshing and refreshing breath of youth that made me feel relaxed and happy. My aunt gently pressed me on her high, firm yet soft breasts, and looked at me with a pair of beautiful big eyes full of tenderness. I also looked sweetly at my beloved, Bi. My mother is a hundred times closer to my aunt. Deep in my heart, my aunt is far more important than my mother. That’s because my aunt has given me more than my mother, the most beautiful and happiest maternal love in the world. As soon as I leave my mother’s side, I Always, always treat your aunt as your mother, and at the same time, treat her as the most sacred goddess. Looking at the goddess aunt's eyes filled with incomparable love, I reached out my hand and gently touched my aunt's white and tender face with a slight blush. My aunt raised her red lips and SMiled charmingly at me. A strand of sparkling hair slipped out from the back of her head very disobediently, covering her eyes. She raised her head and shook it. I shook my head, but that strand of hair seemed to be deliberately trying to make my aunt feel sorry for her. It was still hiding in front of my aunt's eyes with great disgust. I reached out my hand, grabbed the slowly flowing hair, and pushed it hard towards my aunt's face. Pulling the back of my head, my aunt's slender eyebrows wrinkled slightly due to excessive force, and she shook her head instinctively: "Ouch, it hurts!" "Oh, aunt, I'm sorry," I hurriedly let go of my aunt's hair. I hugged my aunt's neck and shin, and kissed my aunt's face with her thick lips. My aunt closed her eyes slightly and allowed me to kiss her as much as I wanted. "Hey, hey," the passenger next to him asked his aunt in an envious tone: "Who are you, this little guy? Look at you, you are so affectionate!" "My eldest nephew," my aunt opened her eyes when she heard the question. While stroking my head affectionately, he replied with great pride: "My eldest nephew, this is my eldest nephew. So far, I only have one eldest nephew!" "Ah," the passenger nodded with deep sympathy: "No wonder, as I said, it can be seen that you like him very much!" "That goes without saying!I am taking my eldest nephew back to my Hometown. Not only me, but also my father and my mother all like this little guy! Hee hee," "auntie," I suddenly remembered something: "auntie, where is our Hometown?" "Yes," my aunt who never makes fun of me and always speaks seriously, today for the first time, For the first time, he started talking to me: "Where is it? Guess?" "How did I know?" I shook my head dully: "aunt, my father and my mother never told me where my Hometown is. "It's a place!" "Yes," my aunt gently tapped my nose with her round fingertips: "Tell you, eldest nephew, our Hometown is a neighbor of Zhang Zuolin, hahaha, do you know where it is this time? "Hahaha,..." The passengers around the seats burst out laughing when they heard this: "Hahaha, it's so interesting. It turns out that Zhang Zuolin is your fellow countryman!" "Zhang Zuolin," I muttered blankly: "auntie, who is Zhang Zuolin? Is he from our Family?" "Hahaha," a male passenger told me with a SMile: "Little guy, you don't even know Zhang Zuolin. I think back then, he was amazing. King of the Northeast!" "Big nephew," the running Train happened to climb onto a huge steel bridge. Looking at the surging river, my aunt said with emotion: "Big nephew, your Hometown, your Hometown, your Zugen is right on the edge of the Liao River! ""Liao River," I looked at the river outside the window and asked my aunt, "Is the Liao River big? Is it as big as this river? Is it as long as this river?" "Hehe," My aunt glanced at the river outside the window disapprovingly: "Hmph, it's much bigger and longer than her. And," my aunt said with pride, "there are countless trees growing on the edge of the Daliao River. There are so many elm and willow trees in Qing Dynasty, especially willow trees, that they are almost everywhere. In a large deep ditch on the bank of the Liao River, the willow trees are the most concentrated, the most dense, and that place is our Hometown, called Liu ditch! "Liu Hao!" "Yes, Liu Hao!" "Woo..., wu..., wu...,..." The Train screamed again. Listening to the muffled roar, I asked my aunt: " auntie, this Train is so funny, why is it barking so much!" "Oh, maybe it's because the Train hasn't eaten for a day. He's clamoring that he's hungry and wants to eat!" auntie blinked. explained very seriously. "Ah, that's it. auntie, the Train is hungry. You should feed it. auntie, riding the Train is so fun!" "Hey, you," my aunt complained to me, "Lu Lu, you are too young, go over there I can’t remember the incident. Let me tell you, aunt. You started taking this Train before you were even one year old. You take it at least twice a year. My eldest nephew, you can’t remember it anymore. Every time it was me, or It was your grandfather who held you and took this Train back to your Hometown!” “Well,” I couldn’t help but frown: “auntie, why don’t I remember it at all?” “You were still too young at that time. Years old, what can you remember? When you have memories, your mother will not let you go back to your Hometown. Alas, your mother is so vicious. She is afraid that you will get close to the people in your Hometown and become alienated. She!" "Oh," I heard from my aunt.After saying that, I nodded with relief and thought to myself: So that's it. In this way, I really have a fate with this Train in my previous life. I just came to this world in confusion, and it accompanied me loyally. It makes me tirelessly gallop and run wildly on the road of my life. Ah, from now on, this galloping, this wild run lasted for dozens of springs, summers, autumns and winters, dozens of winters and summers. Turning a confused and ignorant child into a middle-aged man, yes, the road of life is no different from this racing Train. As long as we have one breath left, we have to keep moving towards the destination that can never be seen. , ran away wildly. I took the carefully peeled red apple that my aunt handed me, and leaned against the car window with great interest. While chewing on the poor apple, I took the trouble to say to each SMall station I drove past: "Hey, hey. , Gongzhuling, Guojiadian, Siping, Dayushu, aunt, where should we go next?” “Maybe it’s Shiji Temple!” My aunt murmured uncertainly. Gradually, as I took the Train for a long time, the names of the stations along the railway line were inadvertently and firmly engraved in my mind when I was a child. From then on, I was able to recite them like a treasure trove. When I became an adult, I met a conductor at the wine table and talked about things on the railway. Over wine, I talked about the little-known stations on this artery that runs through the entire Northeast, and I actually mentioned the conductor. My friend was dumbfounded when he heard this: "Brother, you are very good. Many of our conductors can't remember the names of these SMall stations. During the business exam, they often lose points for this. How did you memorize it?" On both sides of the railway line Not only did I remember the name of the station in my mind, but I could even guess where the passengers were from based on their slightly different pronunciation when chatting: "Uncle, judging by your accent, you are from the Meihekou area, right?" auntie, are you from Shenyang?" When the Train passed through Shenyang, there was a sudden change of passengers on the car. The passengers who came up like a tidal wave started to talk about sex, which made me excited. Hometown dialect that feels very friendly. "Hey..., what's going on? The floor is so wet, I almost slipped!" "mom, give me a piece of bread!" Many times, whenever I hear nearby passengers chatting loudly and stingily, At that time, those words with a strong regional accent sounded like they had returned to their Hometown. Ah, that man's speaking voice is exactly like my third uncle, and the lady in the gray windbreaker, with her long voice that SMells like sea chestnuts, is exactly the same as my old aunt. Oh, are my uncle and aunt in the car? I raised my butt, jumped onto the chair, pulled my neck and looked up: Hey, no, not at all! The Train no longer screamed and screamed, probably because the uncle who drove it had fed it. You see, it had enough strength, and it started running even more crazily, with the shiny iron wheels mercilessly running. It hit the shining steel rails and made a very rhythmic and powerful sound. In my aunt's arms, I quietly raised my head, cleared my throat secretly, and then imitated the Train and shouted at the top of my lungs: "Woo..., woo..., woo...,..." "Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha!" The drowsy passengers in the carriage were suddenly awakened by my prank. They raised their heads, looked at me and laughed heartily. The originally suffocating and dull atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became lively: "This child is so fun!" "What a naughty bag!" "..." "auntie," looking at the fading sun, looking at the slow The sky was slowly darkening, and I looked at the already hazy earth. I asked my aunt with a tired face, "aunt, how far is it from my Hometown? When can I get there?" "Oh," auntie, kiss me. He said to me: "My eldest nephew, you must be tired. Don't worry. We will be Home when it gets completely dark. Come on, eldest nephew, take a nap in my aunt's arms. You won't have to worry about it." We're Home!" After saying that, my aunt took her coat and covered it with me: "Close your eyes and take a nap!" I closed my eyes happily, tilted my head, and fell into my aunt's warm embrace. , entered a sweet dreamland. In this way, in a bizarre dream, in the arms of my aunt like a Virgin, I returned to my Hometown on the bank of the Liao River in confusion. ..."The Complete Story of Childhood"