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Baby Crops: Once they didn't guess correctly, they went home hand in hand.

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Go home hand in hand.

Author: Zhuang Jiaying

Two years ago, I learned from my friend's WeChat that he had left. I was taken aback, followed by a long silence. I remember him alive and kicking. Calm down and think again, it was still his childhood. We haven't dated for over fifty years.

Strictly speaking, he should be a stranger.

However, because he appeared frequently in my childhood, it became a part of my life. Without him, the world becomes strange. The bright sunshine adds a touch of sadness, and Bai Yueguang adds a cold loneliness. How could he just leave?

I wrote to my primary school classmates and reported the bad news. She wrote back that I could see that he was very kind to you when I was a child, and I still felt strange. ...

He is really good to me. This feeling began on the first day of school.

Go home hand in hand

The kindergarten I went to is in the dormitory where we live. I went to primary school nearby, and the children in the dormitory, that is, my classmates in kindergarten, were all assigned to a primary school not far from home. Because my brother is in another primary school, my mother transferred me there for the convenience of taking care of him. So, like a lonely goose lost in the group, I flew to that school alone.

The first day after school at noon, the teacher sent us to the school gate. I was just leaving. The teacher told me to wait and turned to ask him to take me home. I looked at him. I don't know him. He is not from our kindergarten.

As soon as the teacher finished speaking, he grabbed my hand and took me away. Along the way, I held my hand tightly and didn't say a word, probably because I was afraid that I would get lost and couldn't finish the important task given to him by the teacher. We walked into the yard of the dormitory together, and in front of my door, he suddenly let go. I'm surprised how he knew I lived here.

Look, he also entered my door and ran into the elevator. Later, I learned that his family lived upstairs from mine.

For quite a while in grade one, I went home hand in hand with him every day. Often they are speechless and bow their heads in a hurry, but with him around, I am speechless. I looked at the square floor tiles on Huaihai Road and walked over two bricks in three steps. As far as I can remember, the road was long and it took a long time. Now go for a walk, it's only ten minutes. Childhood passed slowly.

Homework mutual aid group

At that time, our primary school and Shanghai No.59 Middle School were together, with a school gate and a big playground. The main teaching building of the school is a three-story villa. This house is quite large. There are four classrooms on the first floor, and each classroom can seat forty or fifty children. There is a small teaching building behind this building.

We used to have classes here.

Half a day in grades one and two, half a day in school and half a day in study groups at home. At first, there were four members in our group, three girls and him. All three girls are timid and quiet, but he is fidgeting, talking and laughing, running in and out.

Occasionally, driven by him, we will go crazy. One morning, a group meeting was held and classes were held in the afternoon. We lost our heads until his grandmother told him to go home for dinner, only to find that we forgot to do arithmetic. The poor girl in the group really finished, and we copied her answers in a hurry. When the teacher sent the homework back, I made three mistakes in the four arithmetic problems, which was the only two points in my arithmetic homework. From then on, I will never blindly copy other people's books.

After a while, the teacher rearranged the group, leaving only him and me in the group. The teacher asked me to urge him to do his homework. I have been rigid and obedient since I was a child. The teacher's words are of course imperial edict, and it is my responsibility whether he does his homework or not.

He is very clever. If he studies hard, he will finish his homework in a short time. Unfortunately, he often can't settle down, look out of the window, run out of the door, fold a paper plane and play with an eraser. Because I don't like to talk, I think it's better to do it myself than to persuade him to do this and that.

When there is a lot of homework, I'm afraid he has no time to do it. I will write Chinese characters for him with his exercise book. Copying Chinese characters is his least favorite. How boring it is to write a word ten times! I looked down and wrote in Taggery. He's still playing his game. He's tired of playing. He will take back his exercise book and continue to write by himself. Sometimes, when we work together, he only writes pinyin and I only write Chinese characters, which is very tacit.

Maybe I wrote too hard when I was a child, and the lead soon became thick and short, so I had to sharpen my pencil. Fortunately, he would rather sharpen a pencil than do his homework. Cutting wood is his specialty. After sharpening the pencil, I put it in my pencil box. When I want to use it, I just need to sharpen the lead.

One day, he said, Look, our pencils are so good that we can help other children sharpen them for a penny. I said: people think we are children, too, and they won't ask us to cut it down. He said, then we will hide in a small house without windows, only a small hole for them to put pencils.

This life is really interesting. He suggested using sawdust as firewood in the future, and I was also very enthusiastic: lead cores can be made into briquettes. I also showed him toys from every family, which can be taken to our small house.

He has a lot of brains and ideas. He must have turned around and ran around outside, and the great plan was gone with the wind. However, as a rigid person, I still remember the business plan we made in the first grade.

There is no 38th parallel.

In the third grade, No.59 Middle School moved, and our school building more than doubled and became full-time. It is a challenge for him to stay in the classroom all day.

He is more casual and has a clear love and hate. If he thinks others have done something bad, he will be firm. Once when he was still in class, he began to berate a classmate. The more trivial the teacher, the more dissatisfied with the teacher's injustice. Once he is angry, we are not going to go to class, even if three or five teachers come to put out the fire, it will not go out.

In the third grade, all the obedient students joined the Young Pioneers, and I became the squadron leader. The teacher asked us to have a meeting and let the squadron members help naughty students study hard and try to join the team. The teacher arranged us together again, and he and I became deskmates.

There is a little boy in the class. His parents dressed him up quite fashionably, wearing Hong Kong-style small trouser legs, plaid shirt and pointed shoes. In that era of pride in hard work and plain living, he was unfortunately nicknamed "Little Teddy Boy".

One day, during the break, Teddy boy somehow annoyed him. After ringing the bell, he continued to quarrel with punk: your father is Feifei and your father is Feifei. Feifei is a character in the movie Sentinel under Neon Lights. The teacher told them to be quiet, but he couldn't stop.

I gave him a gentle pull and whispered, stop arguing. He gave me great face. The teacher is fair, saying it proves that he has made great progress. Of course, I was also impressed. The teacher praised me for helping my classmates. Soon after, he joined the team.

Unlike other boys and girls at the same table, we don't have the 38th parallel, so we can use each other's stationery at will, and he can copy my homework at any time. But at that time, I would have stopped going home with him. He has his boys and I have my girls.

Sever diplomatic relations

We are drifting away. I got a new deskmate in the fifth grade, and I completely broke off with him in the sixth grade. It is not because the relationship has deteriorated, but because under the environmental pressure of boys and girls, no one wants to be labeled as "having yellow thoughts"

Middle school goes to the same school as him, but in different classes, boys and girls continue to divide. Occasionally, Lu Yu, else, looks like a stranger.

Next, we will go to Heilongjiang to jump the queue. Our middle school is a one-pot school. All the students go to the same commune. Each production team is divided into two or three classes. He and I are on the same team.

In and out, he was busy preparing his luggage. In the courtyard of the dormitory, he met his grandmother, and he stood by quietly. Grandma told me: in the future, you should cut in line and help each other. If his clothes are torn, you can mend them for him. If you can't do heavy work, let him do it for you. I nodded in agreement.

The educated youth train set off.

1969165438+1On October 26th, he and I boarded the same educated youth train going north. The train stops and goes, and the farther north it gets, the colder it gets and the more desolate it becomes. On the third day, our initial curiosity and enthusiasm for a new life were almost exhausted by the long and tiring train journey. Instead, I miss my family, miss Shanghai and feel uneasy about the future.

Being brave turned into a "rogue fight"

As we approached Nenjiang, there was a riot in the train. It is said that the boys in our school fought with the "hooligans" in Yangpu District because the hooligans "molested" the girls in our school. The female students in the carriage admire the chivalrous and soft-hearted boys in our school. They usually ignore us, but at the critical moment they give their lives for justice.

Soon the news came that all the children who rushed out to fight were our dormitory and some cadres nearby, and he was naturally one of them. Later, he was beaten into a hooligan, because someone smashed the other person's head with a beer bottle, and the fight was characterized as a "hooligan fight."

This conclusion made the girls in the carriage very angry. How can the boys in our school be hooligans? Obviously, it's a good Samaritan.

However, that was the conclusion of the propaganda team that escorted us to Heilongjiang. To this end, the boys involved in the fight were punished. They were separated and assigned to different villages. He was sent to another village seven or eight miles away from our village.

I watched him as the propaganda team escorted them to a specific carriage and hurried past our carriage.

It was a dark winter night, and nothing could be seen outside the window, as if waiting for our future. He took part in a hooligan fight and was sent to a place without friends. There must be more setbacks waiting for him than us. How unfortunate and sad this is.

Anger, injustice and sadness spread in the air, and in the dim carriage, I vaguely heard a gentle cry. I covered my head with cotton-padded clothes and cried silently. The hopelessness, humiliation, anger and sadness that had been suppressed in my heart for several years during the Cultural Revolution instantly turned into tears and dripped on the dirty and dark floor of the carriage.

River cruise in the distance.

The village where I cut in line is on the edge of Heilongjiang, and on the other side is the Soviet Union. Heilongjiang river freezes in winter, so you can race horses and climb plows. After the ice and snow melt in early summer, it can sail for three or four months, and Xiaojianglun becomes a means of transportation for residents to Huma County. Every time a river boat passes by our village, all the men, women and children in the village gather by the river to watch the excitement. Some people go up and down, some people make new friends, and some people greet their cousins Liu Ye and Sangu who come to visit relatives, say hello with a smile and say goodbye.

One day, I saw him standing on the deck, two or three years after we left the train. He grew from 1.7 meters to 1.8 meters tall. I hesitated to say hello to him, but there were too many people around. The educated youth in our village followed the habit of dividing boys and girls in the school and still did not associate with the opposite sex.

In my hesitation, river cruise's whistle sounded, the sailor put away the springboard and pulled up the anchor, and the big waterwheel at the stern began to turn and turn, and the ship left. We stood by the river until we were out of sight.

River cruise on Heilongjiang is far away.

accident

This is the end of commemorating Xiaowen. I hope to get some photos of his childhood. Please send him to his family. Here comes WeChat: Are you sure he passed away? My friend in the office dormitory said that he was alive and well, so why "commemorate"?

I am ecstatic. He's here!

Don't hesitate this time. Fuck boys and girls. I'll find him right away.

Postscript:

I found him. Restore diplomatic relations.