"Why don't you come along?" Chunping sat down on the chair beside the bed. I
can't, and I don't have time. Wei Hua answered. He probably felt more ashamed of
himself. The relationship between husband and wife is too unbalanced. Chunping
looked at him in silence for a moment and then asked, "Are you going to go on
like this?" "I don't know." Wei Hua was silent for a moment and answered.
Chunping looked at him and was silent for two or three seconds. "Here you are.
These are three tickets for Guanyuan.". You can take Xiaowei there tomorrow. She
handed Wei Hua three tickets to the Guanyuan Children's Activity Center. Sister,
the ticket is very difficult to get. Won't you lead Dahai and Xiaohai? "You go
first." Qiu Ping sat on the bed, knitting a sweater, and looked up at her
husband who was studying under the lamp from time to time. The room is quiet.
Her daughter Lingling grinded her teeth gently in her sleep and stepped on the
towel quilt. She gently covered her daughter and her eyes fell on her husband
again. Liang Zhixiang, like her, went to the countryside of Shanxi to jump the
queue after graduating from junior high school. They met in a small factory with
hundreds of people in Linfen, Shanxi, and later got married. He was dull and had
no grace or talent, but he was a good carpenter. But now she is determined not
to let him work as a carpenter and urges him to teach himself correspondence
college courses every day. He was struggling, and the line of his back (his
shirt was soaked through) and the way he scratched his hair from time to time
showed that he was in trouble again. Qiu Ping, don't let me suffer this. I have
a big head to learn. Liang Zhixiang begged more than once. Learn it. Every time
she comforted him calmly, "stay up late with me." "I really can't learn any
more. I might as well make two sets of furniture to earn some extra money." Then
she would get excited and say, "I will never let you do carpentry again.". I
can't have people looking down on us all the time. She got rid of all his
carpenter's tools. Liang Zhixiang didn't quarrel with her, and he wouldn't
quarrel. He just felt sorry for her. Why don't you learn? I'll take care of the
children and do the housework. He said to her several times, "Your foundation is
stronger than mine.". Let's just learn one of them. "No, you should study hard."
Her tone was incontrovertible. The aluminum needle in his hand made a slight
sound from time to time, and the wool passed through the little finger of his
right hand and went up, knitting little by little into one of her husband's
sweaters. Silver-gray pure wool cardigan sweater, let Zhixiang wear it in
autumn,
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artificial blossom trees, it can show some bookishness. He's not an
intellectual. She looked up at her husband's back again, and memories flashed
across her eyes like thin smoke. She did not think of the scene in her memory,
nor did she want to see it clearly emerge. However, she often likes to fall into
a faint melancholy about the past like this, whenever she is free and quiet. Qiu
Ping, you haven't replied to Wan Honghong's letter yet. "Liang Zhixiang suddenly
remembered, turned around and pointed at it." Isn't that right? " Qiu Ping
looked at the letter at the head of the bed and did not stop his work: "I don't
want to go back." "Why?" "No reason, just leave it alone." Volume 1: Part 3 An
uninvited guest in the living room Liang Zhixiang looked at her blankly: "Other
people's letters are not returned. We should return Wan Honghong's letters. She
has helped us." "I won't go back. I'll go back to you." Qiu Ping is a little
angry. Liang Zhixiang hesitated to speak and turned his head. Silence returned
to the hut. Only her husband's sweaty back and Lingling's slight and even
breathing. A mediocre, narrow, trivial, closed and quiet world. She looked at
the letter at the head of the bed,
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cherry blossom tree ,
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ficus tree, and her eyes became absent-minded, and her body swayed slightly
as if she were sitting on a boat. The crowded crowd in front of Tiananmen
Square, the loud gongs and drums of Beijing Railway Station, the undulating
fields and mountains.. The hut in front of us is overprinted by the illusion of
disorder. She once had a "revolutionary", "vast" and "ideal" world before her
eyes, but it was also a world of nihility and turmoil. Probably the first year
she went to the countryside to jump the queue, she wrote letters to her
classmates in the countryside almost every night under the kerosene lamp. Write
vigorously, clatter one page, clatter another page, and feel a kind of
excitement with all my heart and soul. It was probably a time to cultivate
political consciousness, and even a fragile and sensitive junior high school
student like her dreamed of being a female revolutionary. Read big classics,
associate with thoughtful young people, and connect from one group of people to
another. How do you know Wan Honghong? In the winter of 1971, a large number of
educated youth who jumped the queue returned to the capital and engaged in
various underground political activities. In one "salon" after another, they
talked about the nature of the Lin Biao incident, the root of feudal fascist
autocracy, China's system, future and other major issues. At a symposium, a
remarkable high school boy (who is the soul of the symposium and the object of
Qiu Ping's admiration) spoke in praise of Wan Honghong, a name known to all the
participants. It gave her a thrill. The next day, I do not know what kind of
psychology, she went to Wan Honghong's house specially to "talk about it". In
her contacts, she secretly compared herself with Wan Honghong in all aspects,
from appearance to depth of thought. Wan Honghong is tall and straight, taller
than her, fair-skinned, with thin eyebrows and eyes, looks ordinary, speaks
quickly, and gestures like a man. During the pause, he always gave the
impression of pursing his lips discontentedly. I don't read a lot of books, and
many ideas are sold from others. She's no better than herself. A knock at the
door interrupted her dreamy memory. Aunt Qi came in. Aunt, what can I do for
you? You sit down. Liang Zhixiang and Qiu Ping both stood up. I have nothing to
do. If you have any clothes to wash, wash them for me. "Auntie, we should do the
laundry ourselves." The couple quickly declined. I'll wash it for you now, or
change the sheets and I'll wash it for you. "No,
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grass wall, no." "I've been here for two days. I can't sleep at night. I
want to find more things to do." Aunt Qi hunched her back and explained
hurriedly. The couple looked at each other. There was a trace of strangeness in
Aunt Qi's speech and expression. What's wrong with her? Seeing Xia Ping come in,
Huang Gongyu's temper was even worse: "What's the matter with you today?"? Walk
away as soon as you turn around. Dad has something you don't want to help, do
you? 。
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