Chapter 95 life(14)

After Gao Jialin entered the county seat, he couldn't calm down for several days. Everything seemed like a dream.He was ecstatically drunk, but also a little apprehensive.He came to the city again from the fields, but this time it was different.When he came to the county seat, he was basically a country boy, timid and terrified in front of the city.Several years of active school life made him gradually integrate his thoughts, feelings and living habits with the city; he quickly turned himself into a city dweller from the inside out.For him, the countryside has become indifferent.Sometimes it becomes a setting on the stage of life, and he only re-appreciates the fun of it during the winter and summer vacations.Just when he was inseparable from the city, the city sent him out mercilessly.After graduating from high school, he failed the university entrance exam, so he had to return to a land he was already a little unfamiliar with.The pain at that time was conceivable and understandable for such a young man with high aspirations.But this is not what people usually call fate.The country is currently going through difficult times and it is impossible to satisfy the wishes and demands of all citizens.

If the body in all aspects of society is healthy, it will undoubtedly correctly guide such young people to understand the relationship between the interests of the whole country and their personal future.We can look back at our country's solution to similar social problems in the 1950s and early 1960s.Regrettably, there are people like Ma Zhansheng and Gao Minglou in our real life today.They do it for personal gain.Sometimes they recklessly give these people who are hovering at the crossroads of life a blow, making them more pessimistic about life; sometimes, for personal purposes, they suddenly push these people into the boat of life.It happened in a blink of an eye, making these people feel a little bit at a loss that they were going well while they were happy.

The reason why Gao Jialin is so happy now is that he realized that this time he entered the county town, he was no longer just passing by in a hurry; he had already become a member of the county town. Would be content to stay here for the rest of my life.However, for now, he can occupy a position in this city, and he is completely satisfied.What's more, his current position is so eye-catching in this city!The communications officer is the "reporter" in the county; he conducts interviews everywhere, writes articles and takes pictures, and his name can even be published in newspapers.There is a general meeting held in the county, with a camera on hand, dare to go out and enter on the solemn and sacred rostrum!He knew that he was relying on Comrade Ma Zhansheng for everything he did today.His uncle sincerely refused to do anything for him!However, if he doesn't do it, someone will do it for him.From the general changes in the world and the sky in his own world, he has concretely experienced what is called the "back door"——

The back door is really more powerful than the front door!Thinking that he came in through the "back door", I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy: now everyone is against this thing! But he quickly thought again: the ones found out are a minority!Zhan Sheng said, every cat is fishy!He reassured him that something happened to him!So he tried not to think about it.He felt that since he had become a national cadre, he should work hard and make achievements.This feeling is also real.He sometimes attributed his changes to his care, and made up his mind to work hard for the party—and solemnly thought: Simply, write it into the party application next year!

His leader is Jing Ruohong.Lao Jing was ten years older than him, tall and thin, and wore a pair of white-rimmed glasses.He graduated from the Chinese Department of the Provincial Normal University in the year when the Cultural Revolution began.Before Gao Jialin came, Lao Jing was the only communications officer in the county. When Lao Jing met for the first time, he gave the impression of being very kind. On the surface, he didn't talk much, but when he spoke, he was very knowledgeable and had a deep personality.Gao Jialin quickly fell in love with him and called him Teacher Jing.Although Lao Jing didn't appoint any officials, it goes without saying that he was his natural leader.For the first day or two after work, Lao Jing didn't let him work; he asked him to tidy up his luggage and office first, and go out to have fun when he was free.

He and Lao Jing's office is in the guest room courtyard of the county party committee, surrounded by walls and with separate doors.He and Lao Jing occupied a cave dwelling with a very high standard of construction.The remaining five-hole cave dwellings are the highest-level "hotels" in the county, and only the leaders of the provincial and prefectural committees come here occasionally and stay for a few days.Arranging the communication officer to work here shows that the leaders of the county party committee attach great importance to the work of public opinion propaganda.The conditions here are good and quiet, suitable for writing articles.

After Gao Jialin finished drying the bedding outside, he put the box away.Lao Jing took him to the county party committee office to get a set of office supplies.Tables, chairs, benches and filing cabinets had been set up the day before his arrival.After all these were done, Gao Jialin walked up and down the kiln alone, looking here and touching there, and couldn't help humming a Soviet song he liked, "The Rising Dnieper River"; or Take a look at your face in the mirror for a while.Everything is refreshing!The west slanting sunlight came in from the large glass window and sprinkled on the pale yellow writing desk. The light was bright and brilliant, forming a perfect and harmonious reflection with his state of mind.After all the arrangements were made, after having lunch on the big stove of the county party committee, he went out for a leisurely walk—first to his alma mater, the county middle school.

It was a holiday, and there was no one on campus.He wandered in this familiar place, and all the things of his past life came to the fore. The intoxicating sound of the accordion, and the laughter and laughter at the school sports meeting, also rang out in Weibian.The faces of the students back then are all vivid in my memory.Finally, the sail of his memories stopped beside Huang Yaping.Where he and her discussed what issues and what they said, I can now think of it clearly. He sat down or lay down in the postures he used to go to in several places he often visited, and could not help but burst into tears.All the plants and trees experienced in the youth will be very fondly retained in one's memory at any time, and the thought of it will make people's nose sour with sweetness!

After school, he went to the county stadium again - he is a sports enthusiast and is a member of the school's many sports teams.Especially in basketball, both he and Kernan are the main force of the school team.He has spent many exciting evenings here! He turned from the stadium, walked through the streets, and visited all the main places in the anti-ugliness like a tour, before finally climbing up the East Hill. Donggang is full of small forests, some of which were planted by them during the Ching Ming Festival.On the top of the mountain is the Martyrs Cemetery, where more than one hundred soldiers who died in liberating the county are buried.The somewhat mottled stele tells people that more than thirty years have passed since then.

This is the most beautiful place in the county.General civic interest is in theaters and stadiums.Most of the people who often come here are middle school teachers and doctors in the hospital with knowledge of the city.The hill is very big, few people come, it looks very quiet.Gao Jialin sat under a big pagoda tree.Through the gaps in the woods, you can see the whole picture of the county.Everything is similar to when he left three years ago, except that a few new three- and four-story buildings have been added to the street, which looks a little more "foreign".A new magnificent bridge has been erected on the county river, one end of which connects several communes on the other side of the river leading to the county town, and the other end extends directly to the gate of the county stadium.

The sun was sinking in the west, and the red halo of the setting sun smeared a tile-blue building.The city at this moment gives a vision of extraordinary splendor.The boundless mountains of the Loess Plateau outside the city, like undulating waves, rushed to the distant horizon... When the lights of the city were lit up, Gao Jialin stood up and went down the Donggang.Along the way, he couldn't help but open his arms wildly, facing the shining county town, he murmured: "I can never leave you again..." A storm in the south of the county gave Gao Jialin his first chance to work.The rainstorm started in the morning.It rained a lot in the city, but according to phone reports, the place where it rained the most was Nanmahe Commune.Several villages were flooded at that time.Preliminary statistics show that more than 30 people have been washed away by the flood, and there is no trace so far; the cave dwellings and houses were washed away by the water, and many people were homeless; Jing Ruohong, who had a cold, decided to go to Nanmahe Commune in person that day.Gao Jialin resolutely refused to let Lao Jing go; because the rain was still falling, Lao Jing had a severe cold, and it was impossible to get in the rain. Jialin refused to let Lao Jing go, but asked Lao Jing to let him go.He told Lao Jing that it was his first time to go out to do work, and this was just an old experience. Even if the manuscript was not well written, he could collect the materials and let Lao Jing write it.Jing Ruohong had no choice but to agree. Gao Jialin didn't ride a bicycle because he heard that most of the roads in Nanma River were washed away.He wore a public raincoat, and his trousers were rolled up on the half-leg handles, and rushed to Nanmahe Commune in the rain.His blood boiled all the way.There was an adventurous—or heroic, character—in his character.It is pathetic to show this kind of spirit in a boring fight, but it is very valuable in such a situation. At this time, he is full of energy, concentrated, sensitive in action, and clear in thinking. He will sacrifice whatever needs to be sacrificed in an instant! He set off before dusk, and within a few miles of walking out of the city, it was getting dark. The rain was pouring on the head, and it was so dark that I couldn't see my palm when I stretched out my hand.Although he was not familiar with the road, he still walked towards Nanmahe almost at a trot.His voice was so thirsty that he was about to burn water, so he casually lay down in the puddle beside the water and drank a few sips.I didn't know when the foot was broken, and even the bones felt raw pain.But all this added to his cheerfulness—and that is no exaggeration!Really, Gao Jialin felt that he really looked like a journalist at this moment.Although he never worked as a reporter for a day, he deeply understood that the glory of this industry lies in the fearless dedication it requires.He had read some materials and knew that on a fierce battlefield, many reporters charged with the commandos—they sent out telegrams on the newly conquered positions.How beautiful! Gao Jialin was the first cadre in the county to arrive at Nanmahe Commune.The disaster relief team led by the deputy secretary of the county party committee arrived five hours later than him—it was almost dawn.When Jialin arrived in Nanmahe, none of the commune officials knew him.He himself introduced to them that he was the new communications officer of the county and had come to report on the disaster relief situation.When everyone saw this young man in his early twenties covered in mud and bleeding from his feet, they were immediately deeply moved and rushed to cook for him.The cadres of the commune had just returned from the brigade that was the hardest hit. After eating, they were about to get up and go to other brigades.They were all drenched, their faces covered with mud so that only their eyes were exposed.Commune Secretary Liu Yuhai suffered seven wounds all wrapped up in gauze, as if he had just come off the line of fire in a war. They forced Jialin to change his clothes and bandage his feet, and then the commune secretary reported the situation to him at home, and the rest of the people went out to do disaster relief work again. Jialin resolutely refused and insisted on going with everyone.He only took out the notebook and pen wrapped in plastic bags from his bag, and followed them off forcefully.The secretary of the commune joked that he would first write a report to the county communications officer to praise his work spirit.On the way, the muddy team was divided into several groups, and went to several brigades to check the situation and organize disaster relief. Gao Jialin, the secretary Xiaoma and the secretary Liu Yuhai went to the temple Buddhist brigade.Along the way, none of them could see the other, and they groped to follow each other.The roar of the mountain torrent in the river is deafening, and the rain is still pouring down.While the commune secretary stumbled, he told him about the known disaster situation in the whole commune and the commune's disaster relief measures.Gao Jialin recorded it in his heart.Secretary Liu Yuhai walked in front without saying a word. After they arrived at the Temple Buddhist Brigade, as soon as they settled down, many people came from the village, weeping, and telling Liu Yuhai how many kilns collapsed, how many livestock were washed away, how many crops were destroyed... Liu Yuhai's arms and legs were all entangled Gauze, with a dark face, asked the team cadres loudly: "How are you?" Everyone replied: "Everyone is here!" Liu Yuhai swung his uninjured left arm and shouted, "As long as there are people around, I'm not afraid of anything!" This sound cheered everyone up immediately.Liu Yuhai immediately dragged the team cadres into the fire pit of the public kiln, and formed a circle on the ground, discussing emergency measures.Gao Jialin was also strongly shocked by Liu Yuhai's cry.He turned his head and saw Liu Yuhai, who was among the peasants, whose image was as rough and bold as Zhu Laozhong in "Red Flag Spectrum".He was very moved when he saw that he was covered in wounds and still worried about the common people's affairs.In life, there are treacherous cadres like Ma Zhansheng and Gao Minglou, but there are also good cadres like Liu Yuhai!Although Ma Zhansheng gave him the back door, he didn't like him in his heart.Although Liu Yuhai met for the first time, he was strongly attracted by this person. He thought of Lao Liu's shout just now, and the inspiration came immediately.He took out his notebook and pen from the plastic bag, and wrote the title of his first report: "As long as there are people around, you will not be afraid of a catastrophe." He concentrated on writing this report with the faint light in the public kiln.The heavy rain outside and the noise of the torrent in the river made a huge noise, but he couldn't hear them.His pen was trembling with excitement, and he wrote quickly in the notebook.He knew all the channels and channels of news reports—he often read the newspapers, and he was familiar with all kinds of stories in his heart.After finishing the manuscript, he and Liu Yuhai went to the disaster relief site, and started working together with everyone.The next morning, he entrusted the postman of the commune to deliver his report to Lao Jing.In the evening, he returned to the commune with Liu Yuhai and the documents, and attended an emergency meeting.At the meeting, the cadres who came back from each team reported the situation separately.Gao Jialin participated in such a meeting for the first time, but he asked many people questions without restraint, collecting specific situations and some heroic and exemplary deeds. After the meeting, except for the staff on duty, Liu Yuhai arranged for everyone to sleep for three hours, and then prepared to leave in the middle of the night. Gao Jialin didn't sleep.He wrote three more short newsletters and a general report in succession under the kerosene lamp.After he finished writing, he came out and stood in front of the commune, stretching his arms and legs. At this time, the county's cable radio began to broadcast.The first is the county’s program. Huang Yeping’s mellow and resonant Mandarin was reported on the radio: “…Comrades, please listen to the report written by Jia Lincai: "As long as there are people around, you will not be afraid of a catastrophe"..." Yaping’s voice heard I felt a little excited, especially when I read Liu Yuhai's deeds; the rhythm of the broadcast seemed to be a little faster than usual. Standing under the eaves of the kiln, Gao Jialin listened to his first report with his heart pounding. Dear Mr. Jing didn't even change a single word! A feeling of happiness immediately flooded Gao Jialin's heart, and he couldn't help whistling softly in the rainy night. The next day, Jialin received a note from Lao Jing with a few words written on it; you did a great job.Looking forward to your next batch of reports.It's up to you to decide when to return to the county seat... Gao Jialin followed Lao Jing's instructions and sent reports on Nanmahe's disaster relief one after another to Shang.In the evening and in the morning, Huang Yaping’s mellow Mandarin voice came from the cable broadcast from time to time: “…Now we are broadcasting the report written by Jialin from the front line of disaster relief in Nanmahe…” It was not until the fifth day that Gao Jialin followed the county party committee’s instructions. The condolence team returned to the city together.