Childhood + quiet Liaohe - Chapter 34

“Woo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo hoo.

“Wuwuwu Wuwu Wuwu –”

suddenly, the room became very quiet. The window frame and door frame squeaked under the strong noise. The aunt, who was busy cooking, covered her ears and looked blankly at her mother. Her mother pulled her coat in a panic: “Fangzi, quick, combat readiness drill, quick, quickly put it on the land and land Clothes, go downstairs, dig the tunnel. ”

“Ah,” my aunt heard the speech, and quickly raised my quilt: “big nephew, get up quickly, didn’t listen to my mother, air defense exercise” “not good!”

There was a lot of noise in the corridor: “no, no, old Su Xiu’s big plane is coming to bomb!”

“Run

My aunt took me with one hand and my sister with the other hand. She walked out of the door and ran downstairs. With the sound of air defense sirens swirling over the city, my aunt picked me up and pulled my sister, and reluctantly got into the newly completed, damp, narrow, and narrow one Dirty air can suffocate people alive in the tunnel.

At the top of the tunnel hung a string of dim incandescent light bulbs, blinking their sleepy eyes.

As I went deeper into the tunnel, it became more difficult to breathe. I was so scared that I held my aunt’s neck tightly.

“Where’s mom?”

I asked my aunt, “Auntie, where’s mom?”

“Mom, mom,”

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My Aunt replied, “Mom didn’t come down. I heard that she was doing organization and mobilization work on it!”

“Auntie, I’m so scared!”

“Don’t be afraid, nephew. We’ll go out in a moment.”

My aunt strove to comfort me.

“Mom, it’s not fun here. I’m going out. I’m going out. Boo Hoo Hoo!”

I don’t know whose children are crying out loud.

Yeah, I feel the same way. It’s really not fun here.

Through the children’s crying and chattering, I vaguely heard the sound of cars passing on the road.

“Hum, what’s the tunnel? Wow, well, it’s so close to the ground that you can hear the sound of passing cars. If old Su Xiu’s plane really flies in and drops bombs, hum, the Bomb doesn’t need to explode at all. It just falls down with such a bang. It can smash the tunnel down!”

This is uncle Agan behind him murmuring quietly. Aunt Yang’s eyebrows are locked when she hears the words. Aunt Yang angrily uses her elbow to resist the talkative uncle Agan: “Oh, take care of yourself. Why are you blind?” aunt Yang’s warning is not unnecessary. This is a very time when misfortune comes from the mouth. You must be careful when you speak, otherwise you will get nothing The blow of emotion.

“Well, I’m just saying it casually.”

“That’s not good. What if people hear it?”

　　“……”

Aunt Yang was murmuring with Uncle Agan. Suddenly, all of the dim light bulbs at the top of the tunnel went out without any reason.

“Oh, what’s the matter? You can’t see anything!”

The dark tunnel suddenly fell into chaos. People ran everywhere and rushed to the exit of the tunnel. They scrambled to squeeze out of the tunnel. The shouting of adults and the crying of children gathered into a disturbing symphony.

My aunt hugged me tightly: “don’t be afraid, nephew, don’t be afraid!”

“Fangzi,”

@ P > aunt Fang Zi was timidly at a loss. In the dark, uncle Agan beside her pulled her hand and said, “don’t panic. Come with us!”

“Ah,”

after hearing uncle Agan’s words, my aunt finally became firm. She took good luck, carried me on her back and pulled her sister, closely following uncle Agan.

What made me very confused was that uncle Agan, who was leading the way, carried Lin Hong on his back and took aunt Yang. He did not run around like a headless fly like other people.

It’s going into the pit with confidence.

“Argente, where are you going

Asked the aunt in a whisper.

“Fangzi, don’t worry about following me!”

Uncle Agan was sure: “go, go, go, I know the way out.”

Aunt no longer speak, and aunt Yang shoulder shoulder to shoulder, with Uncle Agan, deep foot shallow foot toward the depth of the tunnel grope.

As we passed through the narrow tunnel, we didn’t know how far we were going. Gradually, a dark light appeared in front of us. Uncle Agan stopped and put the Lin Hong on his back on the wet red brick floor. Lin Hong was so scared that he dragged uncle Agan’s hand: “Dad, I’m afraid!”

“Don’t be afraid. It’s the exit.”

Uncle Agan took Lin Hong and said excitedly to Aunt Yang and aunt Yang: “here we are, to the exit, Fangzi, come, put Lu Lu down, you go up first!”

“Where is this place?”

My aunt is still carrying me on my back, and I walk towards the light with a confused face. I lean on my aunt’s back and look up along the light. Good fellow, there is a heavy manhole cover on top of my head. My God, you can be really joking.

“Hey, hey”

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seeing me staring at the manhole cover above my head, uncle Agan gave a smile and said in a funny way: “these are all the good things that we stinks do. One by one, we dig, dig, dig, dig, even dig. The leaders look at it and discuss with each other. Finally, let’s put it to the right place There’s a secret exit here! Fangzi, you go first

“No,”

@ P > My Aunt shook her head and lifted me to the cold, wet iron armrest: “nephew, you go up first

“Ha”

I was excited to grab the iron handrail and climb, which was my mind’s unique plan. I put my feet on the iron handrail below, and with my arms exerting, I climbed up with great dexterity: “ha, it’s so fun, it’s so fun!”

“Land and land,”

@

uncle Agan suddenly thought of something: “Oh, I forgot. I should go up first and lift up the well cover!”

“It’s OK.”

@

I replied, “Uncle Agan, I have the strength, I can lift the well cover up!”

“Be careful.”

@ P > my aunt told me, “don’t hit your hand!”

I quickly climbed under the manhole cover. I reached out my hand and pushed it aside easily. Then I jumped into the wide stone road.

“Ouch,”

on the road, there was a strong wind and leaves were flying. When several pedestrians fighting with the wind saw me coming out of the well, they immediately stopped: “Oh, this child, how do you drill into the well to play? It’s too dangerous!”

“Hee hee”

@

I sat down on the manhole cover with a plop in accordance with the wind. Facing some curious passers-by, I pointed to the underground: “there are still people, there are still several who haven’t come up!”

“Oh,”

several pedestrians came to the wellhead, and uncle Agan just showed his head: “Hey, what are you looking at? What are you curious about? Air defense exercise, air defense exercise!”

　　“……”

“Ah –”

when my aunt was full of mud, carrying me on my back and pulling my sister into the house, I was in the remote and desolate five.

The father of the seventh cadre school, who was engaged in heavy and humiliating labor reform, was very surprised to stand in the room. He was dressed as a farmer and was busy sorting out the dirty and smelling luggage roll. His aunt was glad to see the place and exclaimed, “brother!”

“Oh, Fangzi,”

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my father said to my aunt kindly, “you are tired. Thanks to you for your brother’s absence these days.”

“Brother, don’t talk about those useless things.”

@ P > My Aunt grabbed a piece of dad’s dirty clothes: “my God, this clothes is dirty, almost like those who escaped from the refugee!”

“Dad,”

with a plop, I jumped off my aunt’s back and ran to Dad’s side, staring curiously at his pile of dirty clothes and articles.

“It’s a boundless primeval forest.”

while sorting out his luggage, my father told me his unusual life in the deep mountain, which was not much better than that of prisoners: “our dormitory is built in the mountain ditch at the edge of the original forest, you see…”

My father took out a picture book with poor binding and rough printing from the old military knapsack. I flipped through it at random. My father pointed to a vague picture and said to me, “this is the dormitory we built ourselves. Take a good look. I built this wall by myself. Hey, my hands who can only write and draw pictures are the first time in my life to work as a bricklayer Even though I’m tired, I’ve got blood blisters on my hands, but it’s interesting! ”

“Dad, you are really good there. The mountain is so high. When can I see the real mountain?”

My eyes stagnated in the background of the dormitory. The mountains were endless. My father shook his head and said, “what’s good? What’s good about that mountain? We don’t even have electricity there. It’s dark everywhere at night, and you can’t see your fingers.”

“By the way, the blind bear in the mountains often comes to our dormitories. The bear slapped and knocked down the wooden courtyard wall we had so hard to nail. The blind bear swaggered around in the yard, which scared us to shiver, and our hearts were raised to the throat. At night, no one dared to go out to help.”

“In addition to studying the works of Marxism Leninism and selected works of Mao Zedong, we should also open up wasteland and cultivate land, rely on ourselves, and be rich in clothing and food. My task is to feed pigs. I like this job very much. I helped your grandmother feed pigs when I was a child, so I’m very good at this job now. Those piglets make me serve them fat and strong. My deeds have been published in the school newspaper. ”

With that, my father took out a newspaper and handed it to me. I took it over and scanned it. On the first page, there was a dense text printed on the extremely eye-catching position. The title above was “good swineherd”. Next to the title, there was a drawing of father wearing a white apron and carrying a large ladle to feed pigs with Yan Yuese.

My father not only brought back this newspaper which has far-reaching significance to him, but also collected many specialty products from the original forest: black fungus, yellow mushroom, pine seed, dark brown walnut

Contrary to his mother, dad is a quiet and reserved person with extremely introverted personality. He never reveals his mood at will.

Dad is tall, square round face is suffused with healthy light red, two thick eyebrows embedded with a pair of clear and beautiful big eyes full of goodwill.

Fang Fangzheng has a pair of distinctive big ears on both sides of his head. The fortune teller said that they were two big granaries, which could be filled with endless grain for a lifetime. Therefore, his father’s nickname “dacangzi” indicates that there is enough grain and enough food and clothing for life.

In addition to a pair of excellent barns, contrary to mom, dad has a pair of beautiful hands, wide palms, long fingers, ten fingers and nine fights. The fortune teller continued to play on the theme: “nine heads and one stroke, old and steady!”

Indeed, father’s old age life is extremely comfortable, enjoying a high amount of pension, medical and medical treatment by the party to reimbursement.

“You don’t care if I’m dead.”

my father said to me, “my cremation expenses are all reimbursed by the party.” what’s more, my father’s skin color is darker, and it affects my sister and me, which has become our most prominent feature.

In his youth, my father’s family was poor, and my grandfather was sick all the year round, and he suffered from more than one disease. He was accompanied by medicine cans filled with various pills all day long.

My father had a big sister who married a skilled carpenter and lived a poor life.

There are three younger brothers and two younger sisters.

Dad is smart and studious, and his academic achievements are quite outstanding, especially in mathematics. He is known as “the king of mathematics” in the class. The teacher likes him very much and thinks that he will have a promising future.

It’s a pity that my father’s liberal arts is not very good, and his Chinese characters are very poor. I can’t flatter him.

My grandfather and grandmother, as well as the whole family, were frugal and desperate to support his father to finish his studies. Finally, he graduated from a famous university and was sent to the Soviet Union to continue his studies.

After returning from the Soviet Union, my father was assigned to Jiuquan Iron and steel plant in Gansu Province. The place was too far away. My father explained to the leaders of the unit his poor family background and his father who was seriously ill. Finally, the leader of the unit felt pity and redistributed him to the Northeast.

“You will eventually live in the south!”

The fortune teller was very confident in predicting his father’s future.

“You can pull it down.”

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my father said disapprovingly, “you’re talking nonsense. How can I live in the south, where I have no family and what do I do there?”

However, fate played a no small joke with my father. In his later years, my father really lived in the south, and it was the southernmost part of China. Sitting on the leather sofa at home, I could see the blue sea water in the distance.

Every time I mentioned this, my father shrugged his shoulders at me helplessly: “well, how can the dead blind fortune teller say so accurately? I really lived in the south in my old age, and I can’t go south any more. Further south is the sea.” my father was very obedient to his mother. No matter what his mother did was right or not, my father would give in to everything She, appease her.

Father is so, he has a very good reason, he is afraid of mother epilepsy.

What’s more, dad taught us to follow his example: “you don’t contradict your mother about anything. You have to listen to everything she says.”

“She said that the eggs were made on the trees, so you said to her,” yes, the eggs are made on the trees, and there are still a handful of them. ”

I have always ignored the ridiculous fallacy of my father. I always insist on the firm view that my mother’s epilepsy was deliberately pretended. Until now, my father, who is getting older and thinner, finally realizes his regret. But it is too late: “you are not wrong. Your mother’s epilepsy is really pretending to frighten me. I was cheated by her, She has cheated me all my life in this way

When the aunt was away, all the housework was undertaken by my father alone. He was very satisfied with the work and was extremely competent for it. He worked hard. After work every day, Dad would hum revolutionary songs and put up a small apron letter and go into the kitchen to cook. Sunday was the statutory day for Dad to wash the dirty clothes of the whole family.

Dad is not only silent, but also extremely responsible, do anything dare not cross the minefield.

However, when the unprecedented storm of the cultural revolution swept, my father, who had always been modest, threw himself into it without thinking.

“To save their lives!”

My father said categorically, “they are all capitalists and big landlords. Their ancestors made a family by exploiting us poor people. We have been poor for generations, and the poorer we are, the more revolutionary we are!”

My father hoped to change his fate in this typhoon like political storm. He made a great bet: “my family is a farm laborer for generations. There are no houses and no ridges. Who am I afraid of?”

The vigorous Proletarian Cultural Revolution really brought good luck to Dad.

He was promoted step by step from a small staff member to the chief leader of the unit.

Because of the conflict with some rebel faction, he was squalid and ostracized by them. Finally, he was exiled to the May 7th cadre school.

However, after returning from the cadre school, my father suddenly turned a corner. The superior promoted him to vice president and was told that he would be promoted again in the near future and had the hope of being promoted to the full president.

Many of my father’s cronies and cronies in the unit have been eager to call my father the president without mentioning the word “deputy”.