"Yan Xun, your package."
On a farm in a certain commune in Long Province, a group of men in their 40s and 50s were actually cleaning up the excrement in the pigsty with shovels. On a very cold day, the breath they exhaled seemed to turn into ice slag, and their exposed hands were frozen. It was red and red, with many cracks, pustules and scabbed flesh could be seen.
The gatekeeper of the farm is a widowed old man from a nearby village. His only son became a martyr. His superiors compensated him by finding such an easy job for him. On the farm, there is still eighteen yuan to take.
Old man Li has nothing to worry about. No matter how much money is needed, it is useless. Naturally, he will not make things difficult for those who have already suffered. Usually, the relatives of these reform-through-labour prisoners send packages, and he simply unpacks them. Any dangerous items will be returned to the owner intact.
There are no such good things in other places. Usually when there are parcels and letters, more than half of the good things have to be stripped off first. How much is left in the end depends on fate. As for letters, most people will not open them, but you I also have to bless that the farm you stay in does not have those who like to stir up wind and rain, otherwise there is no way to force you into a literary prison and aggravate your charges.
"Package? Mine?"
A stooped, old-looking man raised his hand in the crowd, his eyes a little surprised.
The man looked to be in his forties or fifties, his face was already covered with traces of wind and frost, there were deep lines on his forehead, and his hair was half white, messed up by the strong wind.
He is Yan Chu's father in this world, and he is also the one he wants to save. If someone who knew Yan Xun stood in front of him at this time, he probably wouldn't recognize this person in front of him. He was the man who amazed the entire Yenching University back then. .
Counting the days, it has been almost ten years since he came to this farm to renovate, and he has never received a letter or a package during this period, not only him, but all the people who have been released here, who received letters from home The number of times can be counted on one's fingers.
This is the normal state of this era, everyone wants to get rid of them, and no one will take the initiative to provoke them.
Yan Xun couldn't think of who would send the package to him. His wife divorced him when he had an accident, and took away his seven-year-old son at the time, and published a newspaper to break away from their relationship. Those students back then , It's already very good if he doesn't add insult to injury, his parents died young, and he has no real brothers and sisters. Yan Xun couldn't come to his senses for a while, and he thought it was because he heard it wrong.
"Old man Li is calling you, we haven't received anything from outside for more than half a year, right?"
The people next to Yan Xun pushed him, and he came back to his senses, followed Old Man Li outside, and when he came back, everyone saw his eyes were red and he was carrying a big package I don't know who sent the letter.
"My son wrote me a letter. I haven't seen him for almost ten years. I don't know if he is tall or strong now that he was a little fat and chubby."
Yan Xun came in from the outside, and when he walked, he felt as if he was stepping on cotton, floating and erratic, feeling like a dream.
When his ex-wife left him with her son, he didn't want it at all. Who put him in such a situation? She took her son away, at least she could not be implicated by him.
But wanting to think that way, staying in this closed farm, Yan Xun misses his only son all the time, he knows in his heart that his ex-wife will remarry sooner or later, and his son is so young, maybe after a few years, he will no longer remember him And he is such a father.
Yan Xun is sometimes afraid, afraid that his son will complain about the existence of his tainted biological father, afraid that he will never see his son in this life.
"Why are you crying? You should be happy when your son writes to you." The man next to Yan Xun said with a smile to him. While he was happy for him, he was also a little lonely. Should it be there
Yan Xun nodded again and again, but did not open the letter package on the spot. The farm officials often came to patrol and supervise. If he caught them being lazy and not working, they would deduct their food.
After finishing the work in the morning, everyone took their own lunch boxes to make a meal. Today's lunch is a corn bun mixed with rice bran, and a bowl of porridge that looks like a person. This kind of meal is not enough at all. I'm full, but judging by everyone's appearance, they seem to be used to it.
"Look, what did your son send you?"
Everyone has been together for so long, and everyone's origins are basically known. They all knew that Yan Xun had a seven-year-old son when he was sent here, and was taken away by his ex-wife. Remembering his own father, he deliberately found out that the other party was sent to this farm, and even sent letters and things over.
The porridge they ordered was already cold, and there was no way to eat it in the cold weather. Fortunately, the caretaker on this farm was not bad, and he gave them a stove that was not used on the farm, and they had to get the firewood themselves. Picked up on the nearby mountain, with this stove and the earthen pot given to them by the old man Li, who is the gatekeeper, they can drink hot porridge and water in winter.
In one room, seven old men put all their porridge and corn buns into earthen pots and cooked them slowly, while they sat on the kang and waited for Yan Xun to unpack the packages.
Yan Xun handed the rather large package to the people next to him, letting them open it slowly, while he couldn't wait to open the letter from his son. His fingers were still trembling when he opened the letter.
"Dad, these days, I always think of you in my dreams, and think of my childhood life."
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"My mother is not my mother anymore. She replaced my stepbrother with my name. Now, I am an educated youth who goes to the countryside to support the farmers. I have to work in the fields every day. My shoulders are sore and my back hurts. At this time, I couldn't help but wonder if you are more tired and harder than me."
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"It will be a year in a blink of an eye. I really miss the taste of the bunch of candied haws you brought me to buy when I was a child. I miss the days when you took me to play ice in the winter. Dad, I miss you."
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Yan Xun was so sad that he couldn't breathe, covered his face, and kept his tears from dripping onto the letter paper. He thought that even if his ex-wife left with his son, at least she would still be the child's biological mother, so she wouldn't treat the child badly, but now reading the letter I am afraid that the child has been wronged by every word and every word in the book.
While this made Yan Xun feel distressed, he also blamed his ex-wife. The son was still young, and perhaps he didn't know about it. When he first had an accident, his ex-wife proposed a divorce and took the child away from him. At that time, he left his parents behind. He gave a box of gold bars to his wife as a kindness from a man who would not be able to fulfill his father's responsibilities in the future.
That box of gold was enough to raise a whole yard of children, but in the end, that woman treated her son like that, letting him become an educated youth instead of her stepson.
Yan Xun's heart clenched into a ball, wishing he could rush to his son now and tell him that his father was still there, and that his father would take good care of him in the future.
"Xiao Xun, don't be too sad."
The old man next to him patted Yan Xun on the shoulder, he was the oldest in the group.
"Look at how much your son cares about you. These gloves and knee pads are just in use now. He prepared these things for you, and he has a heart. Just now when I was making porridge, I heard Director Lin and the others chatting, saying that we In the Red Army Farm not far away, two reform-through-labour prisoners have been rehabilitated, and now they have gone back. The Gang of Four has fallen, and the higher-ups are very concerned about those unjust, false and wrongly convicted cases back then. Maybe we will go back one day."
He cheered Yan Xun up: "Think about your son, he is only seventeen, don't you want to watch him marry a wife and have children, stepfather is always inferior to your own father."
The old man's words instilled unprecedented determination in Yan Xun, he tightly clutched the letter in his hand, yes, he must live well.
*****
"Ding - 80% completion of side missions, dear, keep up the good work!"
Yan Chu was in the supply and marketing cooperative in the county at this time, and was taken aback by the message that popped up suddenly.
"What's the matter?" Lin Qingshan looked at Yan Chu's eyes staring straight into the air, followed his line of sight, and saw nothing.
"It's nothing." Yan Chu shook his head, realizing that his letter probably played a role.
I just wanted to give it a try before, and the bet was how much he cared about Yuanshen, his son. While expressing his thoughts in the letter, he also vaguely mentioned his current situation. If he lived too well, it would only make Yan Xun Let go of your heart, completely free of worries, only if he is not doing well, Yan Xun will be worried, muster up the fighting spirit and persevere.
Now it seems that he has won, but why is the system's automatic notification sound so cute.
"We have to speed up. Brother Ding Nan is still waiting outside the county seat. I think Bai Gu and the others are almost done shopping for the New Year, and they should go back soon."
Lin Qingshan made a point to Yan Chu. Not surprisingly, this was the last time they went to the city years ago. Apart from some daily necessities, the educated youth also needed to buy some things for the New Year. He and Yan Chu were the representatives.
The necessary things have been bought almost according to the list, and now the two of them are wandering around, buying personal items.
Yan Chu nodded, and when he passed by the counter selling ointment, he paused.
Although he doesn't have a girlfriend, he's heard that he can cure all diseases. All girls should like bags, lipsticks and cosmetics, right
Yan Chu was not sure, and he couldn't buy those things in this year. Looking at the several boxes of beautifully packaged creams on the counter, he finally picked up one of the boxes and paid for the bill.