Chapter 8 "Light of the Earth" after escaping from the countryside

After escaping from the countryside (1) 5 After Tong Suqing escaped from the countryside, her parents, who had already suffered from struggle and persecution, were humiliated again because of her escape. She herself was unable to study and seek a job at all, and her family did not have food coupons for her. Life was very difficult.Has been pushed to a dead end.So she made up her mind to smuggle to Nanyang with a few educated youths with extraordinary ambitions, and traveled across the ocean to make a living and start a business.One goes for many years. Life in Nanyang was also extremely difficult. There, she soon married a Chinese businessman and began to invest and do business with him. The management was bleak and very difficult.With financial security, she can't wait to start college to make up for the regret of missing school in her youth.A few years later, the businessman passed away unexpectedly. She inherited the inheritance, became her own boss, and the business grew bigger and bigger.She finally gained a foothold after these hard work.Ten years later, she returned to China for the first time.

For more than ten years, she was like a tenacious soldier who used the cruelty of war to wash away her wounds, and at every moment of decision, she moved towards the most risky goal without hesitation.The three seniors who started their business together have also made their mark one after another.Sometimes she deeply felt that after leaving the rural village, there was no suffering that could compare to those few years of hard and hopeless labor and survival.And when a person has survived the bottom line of suffering, has no sense of the warmth and coldness of the world, and the time has passed and forced her to stop wasting even a minute on useless things, the only thing left is success. .Because the price involved has been overdrawn early in youth, and its huge harm and regret cannot be made up for by a seemingly heroic and emotional youth without regret—even in an era.

During these long years, the purpose of life seemed to be a just and impatient revenge. In essence, she was still an ignorant and innocent victim.Even recalling that period of distant youth, those years deeply buried in the folds of the fields, has become a luxury of sorrow.In any case, memory is always comparable to today and the future with its irreplaceable magnificence. Over the years, she had gradually forgotten about Jian Weidong.Forgot about this lover she had devoted all her youth to.Later, she gradually understood that it was not an incomprehensible choice for Jian Weidong to abandon the child and part ways with herself.Only one night ten years later, she suddenly dreamed of Jian Weidong again, dreamed of those unbearable years, and also dreamed of the innocent child who was given to the old man for adoption before he was one year old.Jian Weidong's white and slender hands were as clear as yesterday in the dream, but the owner of the hands was endowed with a hideous face - those hands grabbed a baby and approached her silently, but the baby's cry was extremely loud and thin, and she was caught Awakened by the approaching ferocious face, fear is like a fire surrounding him...

She was awakened by this nightmare in the middle of the night.Sitting up from the bed, I felt exhausted and tired, accompanied by boundless sadness. On the second day, with an inexplicable sense of guilt, she prepared to return to the countryside where she jumped in the queue to pick up Jian Sheng. It's like a trip that has been delayed for many years, and it's blankly heading towards the island deep in memory.At the end of the journey is the vast forgotten waters. This is a journey of nostalgia.Suqing went to visit the forest area. She always remembered the shock that shook her heart when she witnessed the charred bodies of several girls after the fire that year.Guided by her inner memory, she went to visit them.

The afternoon is almost over.The sunlight has become very thick and viscous.Once again a great spring day.The clear sky and the brilliant spring have not changed at all, and everything is as it was many years ago. The simple barren tomb where the four girls were buried has been buried by overgrown vegetation, only a crooked dark blue stone tablet looming in the depths of layers of green.Push aside the furry tassels of foxtail and the stems and leaves of wormwood, and see the plain and sad names engraved on the stele, which have been blurred by thick lush moss.The expressionless sun is still engraving rays of light on this forgotten tomb.I don't know how desolate and lonely that young smile under the grave has experienced in the long years of more than ten years, so that I can look forward to a deliberate but inadvertent visit today.

The mountain wind caressed the land and woods with rich spices, and brought a long and peaceful caress to her face.With blank memories and thoughts, she just stood quietly on a secluded hill, accompanied by clusters of silent foxtail and absinthe, like a young and stubborn child, greedy for the pleasure of crossing time.She seemed to have returned to herself more than ten years ago.After going through those bumpy years that never existed, she is still the girl wearing a fat cotton padded jacket and shuttling in the depths of the woods, yearning for the birch, holly and azalea in the forest.Or later on, the girl in a military jacket, with her stomach full, endured the heat and carried a basket full of corn cobs, her braids were tangled and greasy, stained with leaf flakes, and she walked through the vast green gauze tent with a pair of worn-out military rubber shoes .

However, time is so calm.These have become a thing of the past. After escaping from the countryside (2) Lying down in life to accept the review of memories, the whole body is full of beautiful brilliance emanating from the brewing of time.It seems that it has become a dream that I have never obtained, and even my rationality is intoxicated by it.As everyone knows, when going through the past, it is so hard. The setting sun was blown down the horizon like a tumbleweed.Looking at this silent smile, she was already in a calm mood.It's time to leave.She reached out to touch the cold stone tablet and said goodbye silently.Maybe I will never come to visit again in this lifetime.After all, there is no tribute that can repay those years of perseverance in life that no one knows.Because life itself is just a silent monument to Kazuki, the words carved on it have long been forgotten by the world.

After leaving the forest area, she went back to the county seat.As soon as I got out of the car, I ran into an old man sitting idle at a tea stand.It was the instructor of the original production team.He was so old that he couldn't recognize her.She didn't plan to go to talk, because now she no longer needed to walk at the feet of these people desolately with a paper application for returning to the city. Things and people are different.She suddenly thought of the Tang poems from her childhood, when she left home when she was young, and the eldest returned home, the local accent remained unchanged.When the children met each other, they laughed and asked where the guests came from.

This is not her hometown. But isn't this her hometown? After returning to the later production team station, she walked towards Granny Li's house.The road has changed, and people no longer know each other.Occasionally, I met a few elderly farmers who felt familiar, but couldn't remember their names.At that time, she and Jian Weidong were not very popular, and they didn't interact with people very much.Except for the orphaned mother-in-law next door who took extra care of her and made her feel very kind, everyone else in her impression was ignorant, sincere and selfish.When she went down the mountain, she asked the way several times, and the farmers were very enthusiastic. After the wrong shoulder, they talked quietly for a long time, guessing which educated youth came back to pay their respects.

In front of Granny Li's door, she saw that the earthen house had been repaired several times, and it was a little different from what it was back then.But the old wall is still there, and the broken holes are blocked with bricks, which looks very friendly.With mixed feelings, she knocked lightly on the door tremblingly. The old man is still the same as ten years ago.She ushered her into the house.Electric lights were installed in the main room, and there were a few plastic chairs.Their reminiscences sound flat and boring.She was a little distracted by the old man's nagging, and when she thought of her son who was about to arrive, she couldn't help the blood rushing in her heart, sadness and joy.

he came.Sensing her son running from a distance, she immediately stood up uncomfortably.The old man looked up at the mother with a sad expression. A little boy, wearing a dirty shirt on his upper body and slightly short pants on his lower body.His hair and body were covered with mud spots and grass blades, but there was a scent of sweat-soaked plant earth.She has a tanned oval face, big and bright eyes, fair skin with a tanned crimson color, very beautiful. This tall, thin and fair-skinned child clearly carried his father's expression.This is her flesh and blood.The continuation of her life.She suddenly felt a great guilt and guilt. It was in that summer that she took her son back to the city.They thought about each other on the train without speaking.Because this huge turning point came too suddenly, I need to bear it slowly in my heart. During the period of time when she just returned to the city, she was busy with registering for her son, finding a school, and buying clothes and furniture. Jian Sheng couldn't sleep on the first night back in the city.He just felt that everything was too strange, like a hasty trip, rather than the reality that he was about to face in his future life.The child got up from the bed in the middle of the night, turned on the light, and saw the well-decorated room.It is still unimaginable that a sudden mother is next door to him.He looked out the window, the silent lanterns were shining, and the vehicles were passing by on the road. He timidly walked out of the room and knocked on his mother's door. Mother opened the door and asked him strangely, what's wrong? Looking at her, the child felt that he wanted to call mother, but he couldn't say it.He just stood silently, observing his mother's face carefully. Finally, he asked, where is my father? The mother reached out and stroked the boy's head gently.Said, it's getting late, it's time to go to bed.You just need to know that you are my Jane.Your father... About him, I will naturally tell you when you grow up.