Sincerely,
Revolutionary salute!
Gong Xue from the General Political Department Repertory Theatre
Night of February 26, 1977
The letter paper was from the General Political Department Repertory Theatre, the handwriting was beautiful, and the tear marks were blurred on the "ice flower" and then carefully ironed flat with an iron.
"This is really the letter that Sister Xiaoxue wrote to Awang!"
"She wrote it so well, she made...she made a young girl's secret love so touching and sad."
"It's hard to imagine. She had never even met Awang. Just based on the two poems Awang wrote, she... fell in love with him? But is this true love?"
"Ah! Look at the tear marks on this letter. I guess Sister Xiaoxue must have cried a lot when she read the news in the newspaper that Awang was married!"
"And the two poems she copied, it seems that she really fell in love with Awang through poetry..."
…
Liu Rumeng was holding the letter in a daze, her mind in a mess.
"Meng Meng! Meng Meng! What are you looking at? So absent-minded? The noodles are ready, come and eat!"
It was not until her mother called her several times that she came to her senses and hurriedly hid the letter behind her.
"Oh! Mom, here it comes."
Facing her mother's gaze, Liu Rumeng actually lowered her head guiltily.
Since a daughter is young, her mother knows her best. Guo Linxian asked while eating noodles, "What letter were you reading just now? You were so engrossed in it?"
"Nothing...Nothing. Oh! Mom, this bacon smells so good! The bacon you make yourself is just different."
Liu Rumeng quickly changed the subject.
Guo Linxian laughed and said, "I didn't make this bacon. I bought it from a grocery store. Don't try to change the subject. Tell me, is what you just saw related to the forest fire?
You're still thinking about him, right?"
Liu Rumeng nodded in shame.
Guo Linxian continued, "Mengmeng! Mom told you on the train when she came back. Now that you have made the decision to divorce, don't worry about it anymore.
Do you think I can't see that you deliberately said "divorce" in front of them today?
"Nannan! Are you so willing to just wait for Lin Huowang for your whole life?"
"Mom! Stop it. I have my own ideas."
Surprisingly, Liu Rumeng did not argue with her mother. Instead, she silently lowered her head and ate noodles, with big tears falling into the noodle soup.
Seeing this, Guo Linxian didn't dare to say anything more and just sighed.
Then the mother and daughter ate noodles quietly, not knowing whether they were eating the noodles or the scars of this era.
…
Early the next morning, Liu Rumeng woke up from the bed, but habitually touched her side.
But unfortunately, the result was empty-handed, and the person next to you will no longer be there.
"Are you up? Mom has to report to work. Breakfast is ready for you. It's on the table. After you eat, you can go out for a walk by yourself.
I haven’t been back to Shanghai for a long time. Although the changes are not big, it is still worth a visit.”
Mother Guo Linxian said a few words and then hurried out to go to work.
Liu Rumeng ate her breakfast leisurely. Looking at all the familiar furnishings and environment around her, she actually felt that her three years as an educated youth seemed unreal, like a dream.
It was as if her husband Lin Huowang was a character in her dream, and now that she was awake, all trace of him had disappeared.
"Oh, right! The letter written by Sister Gong Xue."
Liu Rumeng opened the drawer and looked for it, and sure enough, it was still there, which seemed to prove that all of this was real.
After hiding the letter and photos again, Liu Rumeng took some money and food coupons and went out for a walk as her mother had said.
The Shanghai of 1977 had washed away the glitz of the Republic of China, but was stained with the red of the people's democratic dictatorship.
Walking on the street, Liu Rumeng looked at the crowds of people riding their bicycles hurriedly to work. It was a huge and spectacular sight.
Nowadays, people who can ride a bicycle to work are not ordinary people!
If you don’t have a bicycle, you can walk if the distance is short, and take the bus or tram if the distance is long.
Liu Rumeng didn't take the bus. She preferred walking on the familiar streets of Shanghai.
Seeing a newsstand from afar, Liu Rumeng felt an urge for some reason.
He quickened his pace and rushed forward, but when he arrived in front of the newsstand, he hesitated.
"Little girl, what's wrong? What newspapers or magazines do you want to buy? I have everything here, Poetry Magazine, People's Literature, People's Daily, Shanghai Daily, Sprout, etc."
The old man who was in charge of the newsstand asked with a smile.
"Has the latest issue of People's Literature been published?"
Liu Rumeng bit her lower lip before asking:
"It's out! It's out! It just came out yesterday. Let me tell you, this issue of People's Literature is really amazing.
You know the great poet Haizi, the one who wrote Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms and A Generation?
It turns out that he is not only a great poet, but also a great writer! He can write novels.
It just so happens that this issue of "People's Literature" contains a novel he wrote called "Scars".
Those who have read it all say that it is so well written! It describes the persecution of ordinary people during the special period so vividly.
Buy a copy, girl! As soon as I see you, I know you like Haizi, right? "
In order to sell a copy of "People's Literature", the old man also talked big.
Little did she know that when he said, "As soon as I saw you, I knew you liked Haizi," Liu Rumeng's face, as shy as a water lotus, immediately turned red.
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