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Chapter One

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    At 5:50 p.m. on May 2, 1979, Zhao Xuejun was carrying a half-worn old military schoolbag and stared blankly at the garbage dump of the Municipal Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

    Just a few minutes ago, Zhao Xuejun was standing on the balcony on the fourth floor and quietly observing that person with a telescope.  He clearly remembered that behind him, pear soup was still stewed on the pot at home. In the past few days, the man had a big fire lump under his nose, and he felt a little distressed watching it.

    Later, just like that, Song Changan stopped the car, comforted the people around him, and looked up at the balcony as usual.  He trembled in fright, and that trembling brought him here.  At five o'clock in the afternoon on May 2, 1979, the trash can in the back street of Wanlin City Hospital.  Zhao Xuejun stared blankly at the adults and children who were happily rummaging through garbage in front of them. The older ones were looking for unburned coal nuclei, while the younger ones were looking for all kinds of garbage, cigarette skins, matchboxes, and old books.  iron block.

    Stretching out his hand, the hand was not big but it was so dark that the original color could not be seen. When he looked at the sleeves, he was immediately disgusted.  Is that the snot from last year?  The entire sleeve was glossy black and gleamed with a strange light.  Unable to suppress the physical habit, two streams of yellow snot slipped from Zhao Xuejun's nose. The moment he approached his upper lip, he took a deep breath as he was used to, and then wanted to spit it out from his mouth After that, he hesitated  After a while, I still vomited out, and then lay down on the stone platform at the corner of the street and vomited again.

    How did you ever live so dirty?  That¡¯s right, this is his own body, of course he recognizes it, and the deep scratch on the tin box of a canned lunch meat under the little nail of his left hand has been with him for more than thirty years.  what is this called?  Back for no reason?

    Looking up at the street scene, the small town in the dream, the buildings are not as tall as in the dream, the roads are so narrow, and those buildings are even old-fashioned, full of gray and dark colors of the past.

    An old Jiefang truck with a trailer flew past an important street in the urban area, leaving behind a trail of fly ash, which made Zhao Xuejun sneezed. After many years, this kind of trailer was allowed to go around the city at most in the middle of the night.  What a strange year, the old Jiefang cars are like Mercedes-Benz cars with arrogance, galloping on the avenue in the city center. At this time, the driver is an arrogance.

    How weird?  !  A seven-year-old child with a forty-year-old soul lost in the streets of his hometown. Zhao Xuejun could not find his way home. Even in this city where he has lived for many years, he has no memory of his seven-year-old,  Yes, and at most I remember those New Year¡¯s Eve, there will be 50 cents under the pillow, and in the big stew pot at home, pig skin and hair are stewed with pork.  It's delicious and fragrant.

    "Xuejun! Xuejun!" Someone around him shouted his name with a hint of showing off.

    Zhao Xuejun suddenly felt tears streaming down his face, no matter who he is, he knows himself.  He doesn't know the name of this guy who is as dirty as himself.  Human life is said to be short, but ~ when you go back, you can find that you know a lot of people, and then you don't know them anymore as the years go by.

    "Did you see it, did you see it? I said you have a treasure." This thin-looking guy was dancing up and down with a piece of infusion hose.  Zhao Xuejun knew this thing. When they were young, they didn¡¯t know where they got it. They put a ballpoint refill on one end and filled it with water. This is a favorite of everyone in the 1970s.  , a handmade water gun loved by teenagers under the age of fifteen.  Sometimes it can also pretend to be a kettle.

    The little guy played for a while, and seeing that Zhao Xuejun didn't answer, he felt bored. He thought for a while, opened a dirtier schoolbag, took out a pencil case with an iron shell that couldn't see its true color, and took out a black lacquered pencil case.  Qi's blade generously cut off half of the rubber tube and gave it to Zhao Xuejun.

    "Give!"

    Want to say thank you?  Zhao Xuejun held the half of the rubber tube, his mind was in a daze, and he was led by the little skinny man to a familiar direction.  Then, it got darker and darker

    ? In the past, Zhao Xuejun¡¯s family lived in Houying, known as the small courtyard of the Municipal Party Committee. The house was a brick cave dwelling built by the Municipal Real Estate Bureau.  It was the best house in the city in that year.

    Zhao Xuejun's father, Zhao Jianguo, was demobilized from the army and could have stayed in Beijing, where the army was stationed, but Zhao Xuejun's grandmother quarreled with Zhao Jianguo many times because of this matter, saying that he was raising a son, raising a son, and in the end, none of them were with him.  There was really no way, Zhao Jianguo returned to Wanlin City with his wife and three children, and this was the closest place Zhao Jianguo was to his old mother.

    Zhao Xuejun's mother, Gao Juzi, works in the Municipal Federation of Trade Unions. She is not a cadre, but a worker.  At that time, the big brother of the worker earned much more than the cadres, so Gao Juzi, who had been with the army, was assigned to the Federation of Trade Unions. For the sake of the title of the worker, it is said that he also made some small backdoors back then.

    &nbsp? Waiting for me to go home in the middle of the night, since Dad left, no one is afraid that I will be hungry, cold, and unattended.  dad!  You don't even know how much I miss you

    Zhao Jianguo's waist was suddenly hugged by the old son, and the child's strength almost strangled him.

    "What's wrong? San'er? Who bullied you?"

    The child was crying, crying as if he had been greatly wronged, and Zhao Jianguo's liver was about to be torn from crying.  Zhao Jianguo turned around, picked up his youngest son, coaxed him, and checked whether his hands were heavy.

    "Ah!!!!!!!" Zhao Xuejun cried heartbreakingly

    Zhao Xuejun came back, without reason, but with no worries, he had been quietly following Song Changan since the third year of junior high school, being the person behind him.  He doesn't know whether Song Changan loves him or not. Anyway, every time he quarrels, he remembers that they all yell In the next life, I never want to know you again.

    On May 2, 1979, Zhao Xuejun was reborn. That afternoon, he looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar world like a stupid bird. He saw that all the houses in his hometown were shorter.  When he arrived at the dead eldest brother, he saw the mean second brother changing his front teeth, and he saw the mother who had worked hard all her life with black hair and neat braids.  She made hand-rolled noodles, a whistle made with eggs, and everyone in the family had eggs in their bowls.  He saw his father again, his drooping bags under the eyes disappeared, his eyes were extremely sharp, and when he changed his pants, the belt buckle on the belt with the keys jingled.  Of course he remembered that belt. In the past, it kissed his skin every day, and three meals a day were provided according to meal times, and it never stopped before the third day of junior high school.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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