This year's Spring Festival, there are good TV series to watch!
CCTV 8 launched a new drama "South to North" tonight, which tells a series of stories that happened on the train.
As soon as the TV series started, it grabbed my heart, and Ding Yongdai, a national first-class actor, surprised me as soon as he appeared. I saw him wearing a raincoat, a raincoat and hat covering the top of his head, his hands were cuffed, and there were two plainclothes policemen beside him, looking at him left and right.
I thought to myself, how could he play a criminal?
Next, the plot where he got rid of the police, opened the handcuffs, and jumped off the train from the toilet window grabbed my heart even tighter, and I desperately wanted to know what role the old actor Ding Yongdai played.
It turned out that the character played by Ding Yongdai was called Ma Kui, who was a police officer ten years ago, because when catching a thief, the thief jumped out of the window and escaped and fell to his death. The court sentenced Ma Kui to 12 years in prison for manslaughter.
Ma Kui appealed against the verdict, and the higher court still upheld the original verdict.
When Ma Kui was in his tenth year in prison, he had to appeal in person, and he was arrested after escaping from prison.
In fact, Ma Kui had just been rehabilitated before escaping from prison, saying that his case was unjust, false and wrong.
Ma Kui returned to the police post, and Wang Xin, a young police officer played by Bai Jingting, who fought with him on the train, became Ma Kui's apprentice again.
The master and apprentice have a series of touching stories on the train.
In the TV series "South to North", when I saw the black locomotive and the green carriage, it was very kind, and it immediately reminded me of the scene when I went back to my hometown and took the train when I was a child.
The platform, the carriage, the crowded passengers, are too much like the scene back then.
Especially when I saw Wang Xin, handing the child from the window of the carriage to the carriage, it suddenly evoked an old past buried in my heart.
It was a story that took place during the summer vacation of 1969.
At the time, I was 11 years old, my brother was 18, my sister was 14, my sister was 9 years old, and my brother was 6 years old.
It was still during the "Cultural Revolution" period, and the two factions of mass organizations in the mine often fought with each other. After the summer vacation, my brother took my siblings and us back to our hometown and stayed at my grandmother's house for a month.
A day or two before school started, my brother took my siblings and us back to the mine.
After getting off the train and leaving the station, as soon as I walked to the mining office, I saw a large truck with workers wearing helmets and holding sticks.
My brother said, "It's bad, the mine is going to fight again, and we can't go back." ”
There was still a train to our hometown, so my brother led my siblings and us into the train station.
As soon as I entered the station, I saw a lot of people on the platform. After a while, the train came, and people flocked to the door.
The five of us siblings, all but my brother, were still children, and we couldn't have squeezed through the door to get into the car.
At this time, my brother saw a car window open and a passenger buying something from the station van.
My brother was very clever and he immediately led us to the window of the car. The youngest brother was sent in first, and the kind passengers inside helped, and then the younger sister was sent in.
Before my sister and brother and I could go in, one of the passengers thought there were too many people in the carriage and lowered the window.
My brother knocked on the window, but the people inside wouldn't open the window, so my brother was in a hurry, jumped off the platform and went to get the stones on the track to smash the glass.
At this time, my sister and brother cried in the carriage, and the passengers inside understood what was going on and quickly opened the window. My brother, who was about to smash the glass, threw away the stones and sent my sister and me into the carriage one after another, and my brother jumped in as well.
As soon as my brother came up, the train started.
Later, whenever I think back on the experience of taking the train, I am very afraid.
If my brother and sister and I can't get on the train, what will happen to my six-year-old brother and nine-year-old sister? Where will the train pull them?
Tonight, watching "South to North", it reminded me of this childhood past, and after 55 years, I still remember it vividly.