Hunger for a hundred years

Chapter 53 (10)
After passing the physical examination, the recruiting troops from afar wanted to meet their parents at the Dongba field. He Guanghui still only told the news to his mother, and asked her to pretend to go to the field, and then went to the township government compound to participate in the special event. Ordinary parent meeting.In fact, there is nothing special about it, it is just that the head of the army asked the parents if they would like their children to serve in the army.At that time, although some rural people went to work in the city, it was far from as common as it is now. Moreover, the migrant workers who carried bulging canvas bags to the city to do physical work had extremely suspicious identities in the city. , If you can't get into university through studies, serving in the army is the safest and most honorable way to leave.Therefore, it has almost become nonsense for the head of the army to ask the parents if they would like their children to serve in the army (let alone the navy).Wen's nodded after hesitating for a moment.Since marrying He Zhongbao, has the Wen family ever had an independent will over the years?No, she was just a prop for He Zhongbao's life. Today, it was the first time for her to take charge of such an important housekeeping, and she did it without telling her husband. She was a little excited and a little scared.

He Zhongbao, who was working in the fields, was still waiting to call him to meet the army chief. As long as he was notified to go, he would unequivocally say that his son would not be a soldier, even if he was honored to heaven, he would not let his son go!He only has one son and one daughter, and the daughter has already been married to bear offspring for others. He has only one son left. As he grows older, the son has become all his dreams, and all his dreams can only be realized. Survive on the land, once off the land, his dream dies.If his son becomes a soldier, who will help him keep his dream?Who will take over the dog-beating stick passed down from father?That day, his hands and legs seemed very strong. He dug up a large lump of soil, and instead of using a hoe to fine it up, he squatted down and twisted it with his hands.No matter how hard the soil was, he crushed it quickly.He couldn't help but be excited because he had a new enemy.

This enemy is his son!
But He Guanghui was not a clod in his father's hands after all. He successfully passed through various checkpoints, became a member of the recruits, and was assigned to the Paracel Islands.

At this time, He Zhongbao woke up like a dream.His soul is in a state of complete disintegration, and he feels that the whole world is lying to him.

Wen thought she was going to be slapped by her husband, but He Zhongbao didn't speak or move, just sat there like a log.

The day before the recruits set off, He Zhongbao tied himself in the back room, refusing to see his son, He Guanghui kowtowed in front of his door, and went down the mountain silently.The next day, the recruits and the receiving troops got into the grass-green cart together. The car started, and the relatives who came to see them off ran wildly after the car, crying loudly.There are parting attachments in the crying, worries about the relatives who will face the world alone, and more blessings and hopes for their future.Only He Guanghui didn't bear such crying, so he didn't need to respond to crying like his companions.No one saw him off.His mother was going to see him off, but was stopped by his father pulling out a dog-beating stick.He Guanghui remained silent, with a trace of sternness and sneer that he couldn't detect on his face.

He left Hejiapo and his father far away, and set foot on a land that looked young because of the strangeness.

After He Guanghui left, He Zhongbao's state of mind, along with his body, was irreversibly aging.But it's not that he doesn't miss his son, sometimes he thinks like crazy, and he even regrets that he didn't go to Dongbachang to see off his son on the day of his long journey.Paracel Islands, I heard that if you take a car, you have to take a train, and you have to take a train and then a ship. What kind of boundary will it be?People in Hejiapo couldn't imagine, and neither could He Zhongbao, what would it be like to let his son who lived with him go to an unimaginable place?When He Zhongbao couldn't sleep all night thinking about his son, he comforted himself with He Xingxiao. Both of He Xingxiao's sons served in the army, and the second son, He Min, went to Shanghai later. It is unimaginable that Shanghai is different. place?What's more, it was a time of war!In that case, neither He Xingxiao nor Yan Shi wanted a son, so why should I?
Having said that, as long as he is not immersed in the labor in the field, his son occupies all his thoughts; the son has thorns all over his body, and every part of his body is bloody.

He Guanghui occasionally wrote a letter back, but He Zhongbao couldn't read and was unwilling to ask the villagers for advice, so he took it to Anzisi Primary School to ask Teacher Wu.A series of typos.It took Teacher Wu a long time to guess the meaning of the letter. After guessing everything, he realized that there was no meaning at all. "It's because there are fewer books to read!" Teacher Wu said to He Zhongbao very rudely.Back then, He Guanghui improved his grades step by step from the first grade to the third grade. Teacher Wu was happy for his progress, but He Zhongbao let him drop out of school. Teacher Wu went to work for He Zhongbao. He Zhongbao said: " My baby, I know what to do!"
Since the letter was meaningless, it meant that the land where his son lived was still unfamiliar to He Zhongbao.He couldn't believe that besides Hejiapo, there was another place in the world that could put his son down.He felt that his son was floating in the sky, and his son was suffering hellish torture!

On the contrary, his wife Wen seemed very happy. Since the day her son was taken away by the military truck, she said to everyone: "Guanghui is not an ordinary soldier, he will not be demobilized!" Others' ears can hear cocoons , she didn't want to listen anymore, but she still wanted to talk.In her opinion, He Zao, He Da's third son, is not the "giant" on Xinglang Beach, but her son He Guanghui is!

Of course, when she said that He Guanghui "cannot be demobilized", when He Zhongbao was not present, if He Zhongbao heard her say that, she would be cursed crazily.

However, no one expected that He Guanghui would return to the slope three years later.

The only reason he was released was that he was uneducated.

"Dad, I'm back!" He Guanghui stepped into the room and said to He Zhongbao viciously.

"It's good to be back." He Zhongbao was sitting on a futon, half of his overlong clothes were dragged to the ground.

"It's you who killed me!" He Guanghui pushed to He Zhongbao's side and said loudly.

He Zhongbao stood up slowly, stepped over Huoershi, lowered his head to search in the chicken coop cage, and finally fumbled for a long object.The object was tightly wrapped in oily black plastic film.He opened it layer by layer, revealing a sharp machete.Since He Guanghui left, He Zhongbao had to sharpen the machete every once in a while.At this time, he raised the machete in front of He Guanghui, and said calmly, "This is for you. Go up the mountain to chop firewood."
He Guanghui took the scimitar and slashed at the stone stove.

A cloud of sparks.The stone stove was missing a piece.However, the blade was not damaged at all!
"When your dad hit this scimitar, he added a lot of steel, so it won't break." He Zhongbao said. "Go chop wood," he said again.

Wen's hugged her son violently, and yelled at He Zhongbao: "He hasn't had time to wipe off his sweat, he hasn't had time to take a breath yet, you are so cruel!"
This was the first time Wen yelled at He Zhongbao.The fact that his son was rehabilitated finally made Wen's heartbroken.She was so heartbroken that she could no longer care about her husband's authority.

He Zhongbao didn't comment.Wen Shi poured a basin of wash water, and He Guanghui cooked a bowl of dried noodles and ate them before letting him go to bed.

As soon as He Guanghui fell asleep, he fell asleep at the right time. After getting up, he ate the meal handed by his mother, then reluctantly carried the pod on his back, and went up the mountain with the machete that could not be thrown away or chopped down. went.

There was endless sadness in his heart.Three years ago, when he followed the troop from the Qingxi River Valley to the Zhou River Valley, boarded the train, and rumbled towards that distant place, he thought he had left Hejiapo forever, walked out of the Unexpectedly, he was just a kite, and the invisible thread was firmly held in his father's hand.That thread was the hatred, the ignorance, the stupidity that the father needed him to inherit.He cursed fiercely, threw the scimitar to the ground, and sat down.In the gorgeous autumn sun, the birds on the mountain are too lazy to sing, and the mountain is surprisingly quiet.He Guanghui's thoughts flew out of the mountains, out of the Qingxi River, which winds and twists and turns to the sky from head to tail, to the blue sky and blue sea in the south of the south.He and a dozen comrades were stationed on a small island far away from the mainland.They cultivate vegetables, fish, birds and flowers on the island.

Surrounded by mighty sea water, they introduced the sea water into a stone cellar to let the salt settle, and then raised the water to wash the clothes; but the salt could not be completely precipitated, and the washed clothes were still as dry as armor, worn on Body, a little movement, there is a sudden sound.But what a world it is!Every little thing they do revolves around a lofty and lofty goal.They are soldiers stationed at the border, watching the distance, observing the enemy's situation, and guarding the country.They not only want to keep the land, but also make her beautiful.Over the past few years, the desolate island has become a sea of ​​flowers and a paradise for birds. Two kinds of migratory birds that could no longer find a place to live in China and migrated to Australia also flew back to their island!This is their youth. However, He Guanghui is getting used to it more and more. He doesn't understand mathematics, physics, or computers, and he can't even read a few words!Although he studied hard, but his foundation was too poor, he really couldn't do it.The chief was surprised: How could a middle school graduate do this?He had to tell the chief honestly: he secretly bought the graduation certificate when he was taking the military examination.This doomed the end of his military career.

In the Navy for several years, his only reward was to cut off the web on his left hand for free.

He Guanghui withdrew his thoughts and wandered around, as if trying to find his lost dream.However, the sharp light of the scimitar was demonstrating to him, showing him the power of reality.

He picked up the scimitar and used all his strength to chop the hard oak wood.

A large piece of firewood became bare in his hands.He collapsed tiredly on the mountain, lying on his back on the woody mountain covered with fallen leaves, looking at the sky.He felt that Hejiapo's sky was so narrow.

On the Paracel Islands, like all soldiers, he missed his hometown crazily.The hometown becomes beautiful and broad in their thoughts.At that time, the happiest thing for them was to receive letters from their relatives in their hometown (receiving a letter is not easy, and it often takes several months to get it), no matter who receives the letter, it becomes a holiday for everyone, and the recipient himself first Read it again, and then the class leader will read it to everyone: there are no secrets here, only common nostalgia and comfort, even if it is a love letter, I am willing to provide it to the class leader to read aloud.More than a dozen comrades-in-arms have letters, but He Guanghui does not. Neither his parents nor his sister can write letters, and he never thought of asking villagers or school teachers to help write a letter; Not a love letter.He became a man to whom no one wrote to him.On many nights, he woke his comrades up in the middle of the night and begged, "Show me your letter." The comrades gave him the letter from under the pillow, and he secretly read the letter with a flashlight while Watching and weeping.Whether other people's love letters or family letters, he seems to belong to him, and those things all happened in Hejiapo!At that time, He Jiapo in his heart was like a phoenix supporting the sun, with flickering lights shining on its wings.

But when we come back to Hejiapo, why does it look so dim and small?He had this gloomy feeling when he was still in the Dongba field. When he went to Leichaowan, this feeling hurt him like a sword.

In this lifetime, could it be that he could never get out of Hejiapo again?

When I was depressed and sad, there were faint human voices from the path on the left side of Chaishan Mountain.

It was Cai Gen who came down the mountain with a few cattle dealers.

He Guanghui turned over and got up, walked through several clumps of pines and cypresses, walked to the small road, stopped Cai Gen and said, "Brother Cai Gen, I want to learn how to do cattle business from you." He didn't know how he said this sentence .

Cai Gen was out all the time, and didn't know that He Guanghui was back, so he was taken aback: "Hey, aren't you in the Paracel Islands?"
"I'm back." He Guanghui said sadly.

"It's such a good place, what are you going to do when you come back?"
He Guanghui didn't want to explain, and said, "I want to learn how to do business with you."
Cai Gen smiled and said, "Are you kidding me?"
He Guanghui raised his face and said, "Really."
Cai Gen waved his hands again and again: "Do you want it or not." Then he muttered, "The navy is a cattle dealer?"
An old man who followed Caigen said, "Mr. He, hurry up."
Cai Gen responded, led those people, ignored He Guanghui, and went down the mountain while talking about cattle.

He Guanghui watched their figures appear and disappear in the bushes.

He stood blankly at the intersection, his sweat had already dried up, and his clothes were sticking to his body, wet.From this he thought again of the clothes he had worn on the island.But now it's not Xiaodao, but Hejiapo!
Sadly, he returned to the pod, packed a bundle of firewood, and carried it home.

He Zhongbao stared at him for a moment, and asked his son to sit next to him on the futon beside Huo'er Stone.

"If it were me, I should be happy," He Zhongbao said, "I used to be happy when I came back from the commune when I picked up a machete and a hoe."
He Guanghui's face was swollen and he said nothing.

"As I said, if you get a place with great difficulty, you will not end well if you abandon it." He Zhongbao's voice was strange.

He Guanghui glanced at his father.

He Zhongbao began to talk about the people who ran away from Hejiapo like a few treasures.

Let’s talk about Cai Bang first. I heard that after he went out, he found He Tuanjie. Money to buy tickets.Two months after he came back, he went to Guangdong to work with a group of young people. He couldn't earn any money, so Cai Bang joined forces with a gang of lawless guys from other provinces to steal cables. He was caught by the police and Cai Bang was sentenced to 14 years in prison.

Besides, He Kuiyuan's daughter, although she was sold by He Tuan, she didn't run away voluntarily, but she left He Jiapo after all, where she is said to be a wife for the two brothers!She ran a few times, but was caught and beaten badly.

To put it a little farther away, He Jiangao was so smart back then, but after leaving Hejiapo for a while, he became stupid and stupid when he came back. If he hadn't learned veterinary medicine and handcrafting, he would be an out-and-out useless person; moreover, he later And ended up being hanged!

Taking a step back, Brothers He Donger and He Min understand it, right?One became the deputy division commander, and the other became the division commander. What happened?Cannon fodder at a young age!One of them died at the gunpoint of the Kuomintang, and the other died at the gunpoint of the Japanese. Speaking of which, it seemed like an honorable thing, but now who still remembers those two cannon fodder?In Hejiapo, they didn't even enjoy the tombs!

"This is the result of rooting!" He Zhongbao concluded coldly.

He Guanghui was not convinced: "But why didn't he become a reporter in the provincial capital? Didn't He Ben also become a teacher in Yongle Middle School?"
He Zhongbao said contemptuously: "How is the reporter? He Zao pretended to be capable and went to Gansu for the matter of He Kuiyuan's daughter. What happened? They didn't lay eggs on him, and they didn't even see anyone! They bought it with money." Mother-in-law, what can you do as a football reporter?"
(End of this chapter)