"You're liberated, fill out this form, and you're ready to get out of here."
The disciplinarian threw her a form with a blank face.
After listening to the words of discipline, she was stunned for a moment, and then muttered again: "What does liberation mean?"
"It's just that you can go."
I'm liberated, I can go, but where can I go?
This familiar word is applied to a person, a person who does not seem to have a free body, and to a person who has lost her free body like her, and at this moment, no one can express the deep doubts in their hearts?
With a trembling hand, she wrote on the name column of the form: "Jinglao 66516", which is her code name and the time she arrived at this farm. How many years have passed, she doesn't know how many forms she has filled out, and she is also used to writing this code name on any form. This kind of code name makes it impossible for many people like her to find their former selves in historical memory.
"Fill in your real name."
The discipline casually crossed out the code name that had been asked to be filled in, and there was no doubt in his tone.
Real name?
She couldn't help but have countless question marks in her heart?
What is your surname and where does your family live? A distant memory came to mind.
"My surname is Feng, and my name is Feng Hanyu."
When she wrote the word Feng Hanyu in the name column of the form, her hands couldn't help but tremble.
Feng Hanyu, is this my name? It's definitely my name, the name my mom and dad gave me.
She looked at the evaluation of her on the form, and there was only one sentence, the case was still inconclusive, and she was granted liberation.
It is not surprising that he was convicted for his words, but how can he explain the granting of liberation?
After Feng Hanyu finished filling out the form with a complicated expression, he staggered out of the farm that had been there for many years, but he didn't know where to go?
Where is my home?
It should be in a distant place, in the great northwest, a place known as Saishang Jiangnan. That remote and remote place is home and the soil of love.
Feng Hanyu did not hesitate to board the train to the northwest. She vaguely remembered that when she left her hometown, it was the spring breeze and dew season, and now on the way home, it was already time for the willow green flowers to bloom outside the window.
The loudspeaker at the station was no longer hoarse, but a female voice sang in a soft voice: "In 1979, it was a spring, and an old man drew a circle in Zhongnanhai......
Listening to this song, Feng Hanyu had a feeling of being in a different world.
More than ten years have passed like this, and the youth has left her, and wisps of white hair have appeared in her black hair.
The ruthless years have made her, so that the group of people like her are no longer young.
She saw that the young people on the street were carrying a huge stereo, and the singing in the stereo was tearful: "Where is the remote mountain village, the small mountain village...... Mommy Kiss Sweet Kiss ...... It warmed my heart......"
Mom, Dad, where are you......
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