The three of them filled Yun Che's car with gas on the road and had to say goodbye temporarily at the intersection of Lin Wenxi's house.
"Have a better winter." Lin Wenxi said with a smile.
Zhao Yuan touched Lin Wenxi's head, then touched Gu Xi's head, then walked away with a large bag of clothes.
Lin Wenxi's return on a snowy night really surprised Huang Xiya. When she heard Gu Xi marveling that he came back on a motorcycle, she couldn't help but look at Lin Wenxi with admiration, because Lin Ziwei and Hongxuan were still stuck outside and couldn't come back.
The atmosphere of the new year was getting stronger. Lin Wenxi helped Huang Xiya do the housework, and then took Gu Xi to Zhao Yuan's old address. It was strange that the courtyard had nine twists and turns. Lin Wenxi herself was not confident that she could completely remember the way. When he arrived nearby, Lin Wenxi felt like he had divine help. He remembered every alley, every turn, and every trail exactly as if he were a wanderer returning home. Every street and every street was a familiar hometown.
Lin Wenxi looked at the red lantern above with some sadness. It was unknown if a bird flying south accidentally flew over the eaves, and its sharp claws pierced a piece of red cloth on it.
The lantern was torn, and the red cloth drooped from it, like a peeled orange that had been left uneaten for a long time and rotted again. The door lintel is stained with dust and covered with cobwebs. Unexpectedly, after not being here for half a year, time has actually planted a barrenness here.
Lin Wenxi went to a nearby store to find some rags, and wiped the door with the snow that had not yet melted in the corner. Suddenly, she heard someone sigh softly in surprise. Lin Wenxi wiped his forehead and looked over there. When he saw Zheng Ziheng walking in from the door, he looked at him in surprise.
"Wenxi" Zheng Ziheng asked.
"Hello, uncle Zheng." Lin Wenxi was a little embarrassed, and her head was already racing, trying to find a reason for why she came to clean.
"Why are Wenxi here? This house has been sold, but the buyer hasn't moved in yet." Zheng Ziheng said. Lin Wenxi was surprised to find that this uncle, who looked to be in his forties, had a skinny appearance, with no wrinkles on his skin, so delicate that even he was ashamed of himself. His slightly red face and slightly shy look did not look like the appearance of a man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life. Thinking about it, Lin Wenxi couldn't help but become more courageous.
"After selling, you have to give the buyer a good impression." Lin Wenxi said with a smile.
"Oh, oh, yes, yes." Zheng Ziheng agreed vaguely, his eyes falling on the rag in Lin Wenxi's hand and the jade-like man next to him. Just as he was about to inquire about the details, Lin Wenxi asked: "Uncle, what are you doing? Come here"
"My hometown is here. I'm here to pay New Year's greetings. I'm going to visit my old brother's room by the way." Zheng Ziheng nodded slightly, with unconcealable tiredness on his face.
"Is Zheng Kai back?" Lin Wenxi asked.
"This year, I'm the only one coming." Zheng Ziheng said.
"Uncle, I'm sorry..." Lin Wenxi's expression suddenly darkened.
"You've all tried your best, it all depends on your life." Zheng Ziheng said: "Is A Yuan taking care of Lao Zhao's funeral?"
"It was said that he was cremated only after the new year."
"Well, yes, I forgot about it after the New Year."
Lin Wenxi paused, gestured with the rag in his hand, and continued to finish the unfinished business. Zheng Ziheng always answered Lin Wenxi's words with some truth at first. As soon as Lin Wenxi finished his words, he stood there not knowing what to do. He didn't know what to say, but he didn't know how to say it. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and went to a nearby store to borrow something. A rag. The shopkeeper stretched out his hand and leaned against the heater, muttering: "It's so cold that you can't wipe things on a sunny day."
The three of them wiped the house clean together, smiled knowingly at each other, and went to the restaurant together.
Zheng Ziheng did not shy away from telling everything between him and General Zhao Ming in detail.
There was no Chengnan High School that year, and there was only one Yangzi Middle School in the county. That year, students' minds were filled with all kinds of major domestic and international events. A catastrophe was spreading in China. That year, the Zhumadian Reservoir in Henan Province collapsed. That year, the country's first experimental satellite was successfully launched. That year, Jiang Jieshi passed away.
In an era of chaos, an atmosphere of unrest spreads everywhere in the school, and an overly public youth often buries a lot of crazy impulses. At that time, there were endless fights and fights on the streets. No matter whether you were a good student or a gangster, you would inevitably encounter something that caused personal and financial losses on your way to and from school.
The autumn wind that day carried the warmth of the sun. The streets at that time were not as open as they are now. Linjiang Road was just a dirt road. Zheng Ziheng had no time to enjoy the refreshing fragrance of camphor on the roadside in early autumn. He was being attracted by a group of good people. Students gathered in the corner, guarding their schoolbags, where they had a few yuan for half-year's food expenses and a lot of food stamps.
The story starts with the hero saving the man.
Just when those people were about to take action, they were stunned by an angry roar from the road.
Then I found a rustic country boy rushing towards me wielding a wooden stick. After several fights, the mischievous students were no better than the real gangsters. They didn't bring any self-defense equipment, and they were all beaten to pieces and kept wailing. The person who rescued Zheng Ziheng was General Zhao Ming, who was one year older than him. He threw the wooden stick and limped away regardless of how many punches and kicks he received. When Zhao Mingjiang used his stick to defend Zheng Ziheng, his fierce expression, his brows that almost stood upright, and his red face directly tore Zheng Ziheng's heart and broke into his countless dreams.
When Zhao Ming was about to leave, Zheng Ziheng only felt that under the blue sky, the boy's dirty burlap clothes were dancing in the wind. His figure was as majestic as any unparalleled hero in any martial arts novel. Zheng Ziheng forgot to ask Zhao Mingjiang's class, but he met him unexpectedly again in school.
At that time, General Zhao Ming was still called Zhao Guangli.
Zhao Mingjiang likes to play football, so he goes to practice playing football.
Zhao Mingjiang likes to ponder the mud bricks, and he will admire any small buildings he builds by himself.
Zhao Ming only had beans and sauerkraut with his rice, so he took out his home-made white steamed buns.
Zhao Ming would walk back to his hometown from Yangzi County every week. Zheng Ziheng took a piece of miscanthus and kicked stones with him all the way to his hometown. Finally, Zheng Ziheng took out the pocket money he had saved for a long time and stole a lot from home. I bought a second-hand worn-out bicycle for Zhao Mingjiang, and then I proudly rode with him from the first year of junior high school to graduation.
The happiest thing at that time was that we could ride back to our hometown together from here every week. Zhao Ming reinforced himself in the back seat of the car, and Zheng Ziheng sat sideways behind him, leaning on Zhao Ming's wet back, blowing the wind all the way. Go to the countryside and do housework with him. Sometimes Zhao Mingjiang would take off his shirt because he thought it was too hot. Zheng Ziheng would hold the shirt for him and hug Zhao Mingjiang's strong waist and abdomen.
Over the past two years, Zheng Ziheng has transformed from a fair-skinned boy to dark and thin, with his jade-like hands full of calluses. However, with his good academic performance and hands full of calluses, he went to a high school in the provincial capital. Zhao Mingjiang thought that the school was useless and returned to the countryside to farm and do his masonry work. Due to the pressure from his intellectual family, Zheng Ziheng had to go to high school in the provincial capital. He racked up work points during the day and went to self-study at night. During holidays, he would run back to the countryside to help Zhao Mingjiang accumulate work points and became half of Zhao Mingjiang's family. child.
At the age of twenty, Zheng Ziheng graduated from high school and was arranged to return to Yangzi Middle School to work as an ordinary archives manager. During the chaotic work, he received a letter from General Zhao Ming, inviting him to return to his hometown to reminisce about the past.
However, the letter came a few days late.
When Zheng Ziheng ran back to the countryside excitedly and a little uneasily, he saw a big red notice posted on the lintel of Zhao's house, which said "Military members are honored". He turned around and saw a green military truck carrying young people recruited here, driving down the street. Going out, both sides of the road were filled with people singing and dancing to see him off, and there was even a lion dance team.
Amidst the crackling firecrackers, Zheng Ziheng rushed out of the crowd, chased the truck and shouted General Zhao Ming's name. Zhao Ming squeezed the truck full of young people from the army to the edge of the truck, smiled and waved to him.
That year, China launched a self-defense counterattack against Vietnam. That year, China and the United States established diplomatic relations. That year, a song later sung: "Spring thunder awakened the Great Wall inside and outside, and Chunhui warmed both sides of the river." Zheng Ziheng did not I felt the warmth of Chunhui, but was so frightened by Chun Lei that I couldn't sleep all day long.
General Zhao Ming later said with a smile that when he saw Zheng Ziheng's letters, he answered every one of them. He wrote more letters than family letters and more love letters than the person he was dating at the time.
This separation lasted four years.
Four years later, the two shook hands and met again. Zheng Ziheng entered an agency job, dressed in official uniform and carrying a briefcase. Zhao Ming wore a big red flower on his chest and came back to open up a new countryside. He held his girlfriend Liu Xuehua, whom he had been writing letters to for four years, by the hand.
Zheng Ziheng applied for transfer to work in the countryside where General Zhao Ming was located.
Zhao Ming will continue to clear the land and become his mason after clearing the land. He does not want to do anything but be happy for his fiancée and only wants to build a house for her with his own hands. Zheng Kai is very busy and hardworking at work. He often uses some of the subsidies and fruits given by his employer during holidays to replenish the health of Zhao Mingjiang's fiancée. He also causes others to gossip, saying that he covets Zhao Mingjiang's wife and government workers. I want to steal the wife of an honest countryman.
Two years later, Zhao Ming will build the new house with his own hands.
Zheng Ziheng attended Zhao Mingjiang's wedding and helped him organize it. He found an eight-person sedan to carry the bride all the way from Zhao Mingjiang's home to his father-in-law's house and into the new house. Zheng Ziheng went into battle in person, blowing the trumpet with red flowers, and happily played it all the way to the wedding room. On the night of the wedding, Zheng Ziheng was drunk and cried for some reason.
Later, some people always said that they heard Zheng Ziheng say something about his sister-in-law's good fortune that night, and asked him why he didn't say that Zhao Ming would have a good life.
The family was very anxious. Zheng Ziheng's brother Zhao Mingjiang, a farmer with his face turned to the loess and his back to the sky, got married. In that era when it was common for men to get married at the age of eighteen or nineteen, Zheng Ziheng regarded Zhao Mingjiang as his family background and education. After traveling thousands of miles, Zheng Ziheng didn't even find a partner.