Man, not just to "live" years, just like that, did not turn his eyes a few times and passed. I also went from being an ignorant teenager to a "grandfather over half a hundred years old" (when I was a kid, I wrote about this.)

People, not just to "live"

Years, just like that, passed without a few rolls of the eye. I also went from being an ignorant teenager to a "grandfather over half a hundred years old" (as a child, I wrote like this). Last winter, my parents did not come to Xingtai, and the second brother's family in Nangong City was the son of the second elder, and I had nothing to worry about. Nearly 80 years old, I am more and more inseparable from my children.

Good year, good month, good day, sad day. Sadness is also a hundred years in the blink of an eye, which can be described as a life, grass and trees in autumn. Some people say, "Don't look at you making fun, sad for thirty-six thousand days," but that's it. But people still have to try to live. I thought that I would open the door here on the sixteenth day of the first month, but I opened the door on the fourth day of the first year, sitting alone in the studio in a daze, thinking about everything, but in fact, I didn't think about anything. For several days, he said that he had not done anything, and sometimes he also packed up and prepared for sixteen.

I changed the shelf of the drawing case, the old one was pulled out, two small drawers that had not moved for many years were exposed, and they were flipped a few times, all of which were thrown away, but unfortunately, and did not throw away useless things, such as three power plugs, a phone book that used few pages, beer Keizi, new buttons on several clothes... There was also a tag, which I picked up and looked at, which was the head of my great uncle, and it was a "membership card". I remembered that this was the "Old Age Calligraphy and Painting Society" and called me "to" uncle, but unfortunately I stayed here for nearly 20 years. Uncle Died 3 years ago at the age of 88, and this photo is still the same as when he first retired. Before his death, uncle Da left a last word, "Children in Xingtai should not be notified when they participate, the unit, and relatives and friends outside xingtai." At that time, my father was hospitalized in the hospital in Xingtai, and only later did he tell my father about uncle. The father burst into tears and talked about the previous affair with the "big brother" for a morning. My father was the third oldest, and he was in his teens with his uncle, what "the first "China Teenager's Daily" of our commune", what to carry a letter to the family, what to apply for joining the party... Finally, my father said to me, "Don't blame him, your uncle is such a person."

I knew what my father was saying.

The father is a cadre in the village, either holding a meeting or "managing things", and everyone in the village is in charge of everyone's affairs, and the father's skillful hand, mounting paper, and doing "side business" for the production team. Carpentry, demolition, house building, wedding furniture, dead life materials, repairing radios, brigade loudspeakers... However, the work at home was rarely done, and I remember that I would call for dinner. Once, when I couldn't find it everywhere, I went to the brigade's broken house, where there was a hand-cranked telephone, and I shook it a few times--"Hey, commune people, my mother told me to find my father, is he having a meeting with you?" Tell him to come back, the food is cold." To this day, when I return to my hometown, my aunt still calls me--"Are the people of the commune back?" ”

The family is really poor, don't say food, burn fires to cook mothers are saved, I was six or seven years old to collect firewood, cut grass, herd sheep, and then older, to drag my sister and brother to school, and then tell jokes to my father - you are a cadre, how much "corruption", can not mix the family into this ah? Father did not agree, saying, who dared at that time? It's all about serving the people wholeheartedly...

When I was 17 years old, my father took two poor children from the village to Shihezi City, Xinjiang, saying that the people there were rich, liked to make their own furniture, and could earn 30 yuan a day. One year is gone. I'm in my junior year of junior high school. While pulling the second brother, he went to school. High school is a residential school. There is also a younger sister who took the primary school entrance examination for junior high school, so she simply did not go up. I worked as a temporary worker at the "Limin Printing Factory" in Nangong, and I only worked the night shift, and I could go back at 12 o'clock at night, and I could work in the field with my mother at dawn. I remember that it was summer, the cotton was very high, and my mother and I squatted down to rest, and my mother said, "The second brother can also run, you go out and escape for your life." "Mother taught me," write a letter to your uncle, who is a county-level regimental cadre and the secretary of the principal. You say, sweep the floor and take out the toilet..."

Uncle Really replied, "Sweep the stairway, take care of the toilet, what can you do?" "Why can't I do it?" I can do anything at home, except for the pit, clean the pigsty, and take care of the donkey shed. My mother gave 10 yuan, carried a bag, and went out to Xingtai for the first time.

When the uncle saw that I was really coming, the first thing he said was, "Are you really coming?" "It seems that he really didn't expect me to come. My job is the six toilets in the school dormitory building and the corridors on the left and three floors on the right.

After work, my uncle waited for me in the yard, pushed a bicycle, told me to go home for a meal, and gave me a key to his office. I asked, why don't you sit in a Shanghai car?

"Oh, this is the unit equipped for me, pull you not to become a bus for private use?" I borrowed a bicycle, took you with me, and we walked together, and it was good to talk on the road. ”

Uncle Da said that there is no nobility in work, only the level of ability, "I have reported you a karma (Yu) big, you have to study hard, no culture can not do." Uncle Da knew that in the third grade of primary school, I had published a manuscript in the "Composition" magazine edited by Bingxin, and also gave a fifty cents of the manuscript fee, knowing that at that time, "your parents earned ten yuan a year of work".

It was 1988, when I was sweeping the corridors when a new deputy secretary called me behind me, and I knew which county magistrate he was, surnamed Zhang. "Little Yangzi, you wrote a novel for the radio station and broadcast it for a week, didn't you?" I said yes, and gave 96 yuan for the manuscript fee?

Secretary Zhang sighed, took two sips of his cigarette, and said, When will your corridor be swept? I told you, "I fought a battle with your uncle, and our school has three regularization indicators, you are five temporary workers, you are the first candidate, right?" Hey hey, there's no you, it's your uncle who can do it, as long as he signs a word..." "Let's go, child, your uncle is too... Tell me what he said? ”

At the recommendation of Secretary Zhang, I went to Xingtai Daily as an editor in the science and education department. Revenue increased. (To be continued)