On the vast and flat North China Plain, a small river is flowing slowly. It is called the Wo River.
From the map, the Wo River is not far from the Yellow River, and the two almost pass by, but there is no communication at all. It seems incredible, but it is a common sight on this plain. The Yellow River is too high for other rivers to climb.
The Wo River is a small river, no more than 20 meters wide, and the center of the river only reaches the chest. One route flows from northwest to southeast to the Huaihe River.
Looking closer, the Wo River is really a beautiful river. The water plants and reeds are luxuriant, and the river water is crystal clear. If it is not for the farmland on both sides, there are few traces of human activities.
However, it is a bit strange that it is beautiful. In North China, where the population is densest, the Wa River does not look like the industrial age at all.
Because this is 1988!
Somewhere in the plain, the Wo River finally joined another smaller river. As a result, the two rivers became a smaller river and continued to move southeast.
At the corner where the two rivers meet, a village is safely located. It is surrounded by two rivers, and there is only a big road in the north, just like a point in the middle of the letter A.
The village is called Xiaochu Village, which is not a typical plain village. Compared with the nearby villages, the terrain of the village is lower, so the villagers dug many ponds in the village to prevent water. They dotted the whole village like pockmarks on the face of a beauty.
This meeting is at the junction of morning and morning. In a small yard at the east end of the village, a teenager is sitting on the threshold of the main room, staring at everything in front of him.
1988! Chu Lang never thought that he had the chance to step into the same historical river for the second time.
The familiar old house, the familiar thin dog, and the familiar ewe in the sheepfold.
He raised his legs to look at the scabbed scar and touched his aching back. He was familiar with it. Chu Lang could only smile bitterly.
In 1988, is this June!?
The familiar picture is like the Wo River, slowly and firmly scouring Chu Lang's vague memory, making it perfectly coincide with reality.
If memory is right......, it can't be wrong. In June, he experienced the darkest period of his life. Even years later, those memories were still the source of his nightmares.
The event originated from a hail that affected most of the villages (the area of hail is very small, and there are only a few villages in serious places).
That night, pigeon egg sized ice pimples fell down like no money, crackling, and within a few minutes, all the wheat in their village was wasted.
In June, this was supposed to be a harvest season, but the villagers in Xiaochuzhuang received no harvest.
It was in the 1980s. The villagers had only had food and clothing for a few years. The output in the fields was almost the only source of income. In order to plant crops well, people have spared no effort to invest in fertilizers and pesticides. Sometimes, only a few dozen yuan can be earned per mu of land per season, saving less. Therefore, after the hail, many people even have a problem buying fertilizers and pesticides per season.
Fortunately, because the whole village is the same, after the pain is dispersed into hundreds, everyone is finally less painful. Moreover, there will always be more unlucky families who will lose more, so most people's psychology will become more balanced in the "comparison" with each other.
Unfortunately, Chu Lang's family is the "winner" after the competition.
Chu Lang was on the third day of the junior high school and was about to take the teacher's college exam. On the day of hail, he just went home to repair it.
On that day, when the outside crackled, Chu Lang rushed out of the house with his parents. As a result, it was hit back by the hail within a few steps, and there were several more bags on the head. What's worse, he slipped at the gate of the hospital and fell on a pile of broken bricks. His back and calf were scratched.
At that time, people were not delicate. If they were hurt, they would be hurt. Chu Lang didn't even wipe out iodine. As a result, after going to school the next day, because of the hot weather and the poor dormitory environment, the wound became unexpectedly inflamed.
On the day of the exam, Chu Lang's temperature set a record, more than 39 degrees. After barely finishing the first section, he fainted in the second section.
There was no grain harvest, and Chu Lang, who had high hopes, also failed the exam. The family could hardly breathe under the pressure of life. Chu Lang was particularly hard hit. Their teacher's college didn't accept re entrants. At that time, he really thought he would spend his life with the Loess Land.
After two months of decadence at home, my parents finally couldn't stand it, so they went to the town high school. And because Chu Lang's performance was excellent, I didn't expect that he would be accepted, which enabled him to continue his studies. Then came the college entrance examination and college entrance examination. His life turned a big corner here and finally returned to the smooth road.
Sobbing!
At a corner of the yard, a dull barking of a dog suddenly sounded, which immediately brought Chu Lang's thoughts back to reality.
Then, the dog, who was still having fun just now, ran to him with his tail wagging.
Seeing the blood in his mouth, Chulang could see that there was a mouse in his teeth.
"Steamed buns?" Chulang shouted with a smile.
To sum up, he had not seen the dog for nearly 20 years. When he thought of his old state and saw how lively and young he looked, he could not help feeling cheerful.
Seeing Chu Lang laughing, steamed buns were also close, and his mouth was about to rub against him.
"Go!" Chulang changed his face, grabbed its ear and moved its mouth away.
Steamed bun thought Chu Lang was playing with him, so he reluctantly came over.
Chulang had to stand up, press its head with one hand and circle with it. This is good. Steamed buns are more fun to play because Chu Lang doesn't teach them.
After two minutes of entanglement, Chu Lang finally became angry and slapped the dog's butt... and finally calmed down.
Looking at the steamed buns that escaped from the yard in confusion, Chu stretched himself and felt a little relieved.
However, before he could digest more information, there was another noise outside the door. Then, the two children fought and ran to the yard.
"What are you doing? Let go." Chulang hurried over and pulled the two little guys away.
They are a pair of twins. The boy's name is Chu Ping and the girl's name is Chu Ping. They are Chu Lang's younger brothers and sisters. In fact, originally they didn't call it this name, but they made a mistake when they registered, and they didn't change it later. Because their names have the same pronunciation, their families use two comments and three screens to distinguish them.
Looking at the thin and small two people in front of him, Chulang felt a little worried and sighed. If the history is the same, the two kids will drop out of school soon.
This is a very helpless but inevitable choice. The family needs money, but the field can not do without people. So their parents chose to let Chu Lang, the most hopeful, continue to go to school, and the two little boys went to the fields to help, so that their father could go to the city to work for a while.
"Brother! My second brother robbed me of the paper plane." Chuping shouted, squeezed her eyes, and tears came down.
"You bullshit! I folded it." Chuping blushed and shouted hurriedly.
"All right, all right." Chulang held one in his hand. "How old are they? Can't you listen?"
His eyes were full of smiles, just smiling, and tears were coming out.
