Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

The breath of spring is very comfortable and warm under the sun.

The cattle swung their tails and dragged the wooden plow forward in the paddy fields. From time to time, they would lower their heads to eat the grass on the field ridges, even if they got a bamboo stick on their backs.

When he got home, Zhang Xuan changed his clothes, and then took some rice dumplings from the iron pot to satisfy his stomach.

Du Shuangling wanted to wash two people's clothes, Ruan Xiuqin rushed over to help with distress, not forgetting to keep an eye on someone.

Zhang Xuan had no choice but to walk over and said, "Put my clothes over there. I'll wash them myself later."

Ruan Xiuqin said: "Take your underwear and pants away."

Zhang Xuan didn't talk nonsense and just took it away. Before leaving, he muttered: "Shuang Ling has been helping me wash it in school for almost four years, and I haven't seen you take care of it. Today's superficial skills are really good."

Ever since he found out that his biological mother was a member of Seagate, he felt that life was not so easy.

Ruan Xiuqin smiled warmly and said to Du Shuangling: "Shuangling, don't spoil him after you get married, otherwise your tail will be raised to the sky."

"Yeah." Du Shuangling agreed with a smile, and the word "marriage" made her full of joy.

After taking a bite of the rice cake, Zhang Xuan looked up at the sky, Shh! Seeing through but not telling the truth, my own mother is pouring ecstasy soup again.

Yang Manjing changed her clothes like a princess and came out and said to Yang Yingman: "Mom, I made money today."

Yang Yingman was arguing with the proprietress of the canteen at the door of the villa.

Uh, no egg, uh, that's not right, it doesn't have to be your own.

Yang Yingman turned around and asked, "How much did you earn?"

Yang Manjing said seriously: "2 cents and 4 cents."

As soon as these words came out, there was a dead silence inside and outside the villa. Even Ruan Dezhi, who was carrying a hoe and preparing to go up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots, staggered and almost fell down.

The owner of the canteen shouted to Ruan Dezhi who was about to go out: "Dezhi, take some money and go out. If you can't find anything, buy a few sticks."

Look, these words are damaging, are they still human words? Everyone was crazy about it.

At noon, Yang Yongjian and three others came down from Tea Mountain.

Du Shuangling asked: "Yongjian, when will you go to Yangcheng?"

Yang Yongjian said: "I'll go with Shiqing and set off at 12."

Then she asked: "Where are you two?"

Du Shuangling said softly: "We will go to the capital on the 10th of the Lunar New Year and return to Yangcheng on the 13th. Then the three of us will celebrate the Lantern Festival together."

Thinking that both Mi Jian and Seagate's headquarters were in the capital, Yang Yongjian looked at Zhang Xuan in surprise, "Why are you going to the capital?"

Zhang Xuan took over the conversation: "A friend is getting married, let's go over for a wedding banquet."

At 4:30 in the afternoon, after making an appointment to visit the middle school in the town tomorrow, Yang Yongjian and the other three left and returned to Yongxin Village.

Zhang Xuan was not idle either and went to the back mountain to find Ruan Dezhi.

"Huh? Uncle, are you lucky today? You dug so many?" Zhang Xuan was surprised. When he walked into Zhushan, he saw a row of bamboo shoots lying on the ground.

Counting carefully, there are 12 roots, uniform in size and moist all around.

Ruan Dezhi said with satisfaction: "I found a bamboo whip by accident and dug out 12 bamboo whips."

As he spoke, Ruan Dezhi gestured with his hands to express his excitement: "One stick is about half a meter long. It feels like they are waiting in line for me to dig. This is the first time I have seen this."

Zhang Xuan had heard of this phenomenon, but had never seen it. Today was an eye-opener.

Helped to put the bamboo shoots into the snakeskin bag: "It's not too early, let's go back, make beef hot pot for dinner tonight, and enjoy the bamboo shoots slices."

Ruan Dezhi said yes, climbed up from below and looked towards the way: "Manjing and the others are not here?"

Zhang Xuan joked: "These days, they come here every time to take advantage of the excitement and return disappointed. They don't trust you anymore."

When I got home, the owner of the canteen shouted at the top of his lungs: "Dezhi, you have a good nephew. He actually bought you a bag of bamboo shoots."

Zhang Xuan laughed.

Ruan Dezhi was depressed and suffered internal injuries.

Yang Manjing asked: "Brother, how much does this bamboo shoot cost per pound?"

The way Ruan Dezhi looked at his daughter changed, he felt like he no longer loved her.

The town's middle school is on the west side of the former town, next to a river.

Opposite is the old Yamen, which is said to have been a place where prisoners were executed. In the words of the older generation, people are often killed in large numbers.

The town middle school was built in the 1950s, so it is quite old. The ups and downs of red brick and black tile houses, four in a row, are the most impressive in the town.

At its peak, there were more than 2,300 students here. Because of the excellent teaching quality, students from several nearby towns crowded here.

However, with the implementation of family planning, the number has gradually stabilized at just over 1,000 in the new century.

The classroom of Zhang Xuan Junior High School is in 205, the first building next to the river. I stayed here for three years. Apart from studying hard, the most memories I have are about the quarrel with Xiao Shaowan.

The two hit it off in the first semester of junior high school, but started to have conflicts in the second semester. In the second semester of junior high school, they had small quarrels for three days and one big quarrel for five days, but they always quarreled in secret.

For the last time, Xiao Shaowan asked before leaving: "Who is more beautiful, me or Du Shuangling?"

Thinking about it now, this kind of question seems very childish, but it is indeed the youth of the past.

Hey, when his thoughts came to this, Zhang Xuan shook his head and cleared his head. He was young and ignorant, had nothing to miss, and even didn't want to recall.

There is a row of willow trees by the river, and there are several wooden piers under the willow trees. Girls and young women often wash their clothes here with their buttocks raised. The scene feeds the boys in front of the window.

Entering Classroom 205, Yang Yongjian complained about Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling: "I really didn't expect that you two would get together."

Sun Jun squared his front teeth and smiled and agreed: "I didn't expect it either."

Yang Yongjian turned around and asked Sun Jun, "Why didn't you think of that?"

Sun Jun said: "Xiao Shaowan is very beautiful."

Yang Yongjian asked: "I heard that you had a crush on Xiao Shaowan for three years in junior high?"

Sun Jun's scalp instantly became numb, and he touched his head with his right hand, afraid to answer the question.

When I left school, I met Wei Xianfu, the junior high school teacher. The teacher's wife opened a grocery store in front of the school, and she usually helped sell things there and sort out the goods.

"Zhang Xuan, Du Shuangling, Yang Yongjian, Sun Jun." Wei Xianfu was very happy to see the four of them. After greeting him, he said:

"I haven't seen you for many years. I heard that you have all been admitted to good universities."

"It's all the teachers who taught me well." Everyone likes to hear good words. The group of people took advantage of the situation and sat in the store. It was winter and summer vacation, and there wasn't much business.

Wei Xianfu got a bottle of drink for several people, stared at Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling and asked: "There are rumors in the town that you are getting married soon? When will you get married? Then the teacher will go and make a living."

Du Shuangling looked at Zhang Xuan with a smile on her face.

Zhang Xuan waved his hand and said, "Teacher, please pay attention. Those are all rumors. We haven't graduated yet. We have to wait until graduation to get married. I'll tell you then."

"Okay, teacher, I'll take advantage of you when the time comes." Wei Xianfu was also dubious about the rumors, but he secretly felt pity for his niece.

Well, Wei Xianfu is Xiao Shaowan's biological uncle, which is why Xiao Shaowan and Du Shuangling came to Class 205 in the first place.

After sunny days came rainy days. On the 10th day of the first lunar month, Zhang Xuan woke up early in the morning and found drizzle outside, and the road was covered with a thin layer of mud.

"Go slowly on the road and call me when you get there."

At the intersection, Ruan Xiuqin reluctantly gave instructions to her younger brother and his family of three, and then turned around to say goodbye to Zhang Xuan and the two actors.

"Mom, let's go. Please take good care of yourself at home." Du Shuangling poked her head out of the car.

"Eh...!" Ruan Xiuqin looked at this smiling face that was brighter than the mountain flowers, and tears welled up in her eyes unknowingly.

When the car passed through Shao City, the two cars separated, and Du Dudong drove Ruan Dezhi's family to Shao City Railway Station.

The Mercedes-Benz drove Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling to Changshi, arriving at Huanghua Airport at about 1 noon, and met Tao Ge at Jingcheng Airport at 5 pm.

"Sister Tao, I've kept you waiting for a long time." Du Shuangling hugged Tao Ge and said softly.

"Fortunately, I came here at the right time."

Tao Ge opened the car door, asked the two of them to sit down, and asked: "You don't have a house in the capital, are you going to live with me? Or stay in a hotel?"

Zhang Xuan said, "I went to your place last time. Let's go to your place."

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