[The memories of the second plane and the target person have been sealed. Other skills learned will not be sealed.]
At dusk, the setting sun casts a glow all over the fields, and the cornfields and rice fields are covered with a layer of dreamy colors.
On the bumpy dirt road, a green truck with a mostly worn-out body drove over. Its wheels rumbled over the gravel pits on the dirt road, bumping a few times and raising a cloud of dust.
"Cough cough." A cough was heard from behind the loading and unloading truck.
Then a weak male voice came: "Are we almost there?"
Everyone sitting together, regardless of gender, had a pale face, held their luggage, pursed their lips and didn't want to talk.
After a moment of silence, someone finally spoke uncertainly, "It should be here soon."
Chu Yanyan woke up in the bumpy ride. He opened his eyes and saw a group of men and women sitting opposite him. They were wearing dark green clothes and looked both young and tough. They were holding a large bag of things wrapped in cloth bags in their arms.
He looked around and found that some people were sleeping with their eyes closed, their heads swaying with the shaking of the truck. Some people had their eyes half-closed, their faces haggard, and no one knew what they were thinking.
There was a loud thud.
Chu Yanyan suddenly felt his stomach churning and he wanted to vomit.
Chu Yanyan's face turned pale. He reached out tremblingly, searching for something in his pocket, and at the same time called out to Xiao Qi: "Xiao Qi, I want to vomit. There's nothing."
"Okay." Xiao Qi immediately handed him a thick gray cloth bag the size of a palm.
Chu Yanyan felt a piece of cloth in his originally dry pocket. He took it out, spread out the cloth, and saw a plastic bag inside.
The system explained, "Plastic bags weren't widely used back then. If you vomited in a cloth bag, the liquid would seep through the fabric. So, I made you a bag that looks like a cloth bag but is actually plastic."
"Oh! Thank you, Xiaoqi."
The wheels rolled over another mud pit, and Chu Yanyan couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited into it.
While vomiting, he caught a glimpse of the white particles in it and felt like vomiting again.
He breathed a sigh of relief only after he vomited all the acid in his stomach and intestines.
There was a gentle patting sound on his back. Chu Yanyan turned his head to look at the side. The young woman looked at Chu Yanyan with a worried look on her face: "Comrade, are you okay?"
Chu Yanyan shook his head: "It's okay, thank you."
"I'm glad you're okay." The young woman then let go of his hand, leaned her back against the car body and continued to close her eyes.
Chu Yanyan wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, tied the cloth bag, and seeing that no one was looking at him, he stuffed it into his pocket.
He stood up, put down the things in his arms, put his hands on the edge of the car, looked at the scenery outside, the wind blew on his face, and his dizzy head vaguely became clear.
There are mountains and water here, and fields of golden rice. The land leaning against the mountain is planted with a group of green-skinned sugarcane, yellow-stalked corn, and peanut fields with dark green leaves and withered yellow flowers. Looking further into the distance, you can see many mud houses lined up one after another.
"Yanyan, are you receiving the memory now? Or will you send it to me after we reach our destination?" came the system's voice.
Chu Yanyan squinted her eyes and looked at the bright red sunset in the sky: "Now."
"OK."
After the system responded, a large number of familiar yet unfamiliar memories immediately emerged in Chu Yanyan's mind, stimulating his head to the point of swelling. He fell down and sat in the original place, hugging the package tightly, with his head lowered and pressed on the soft package.
The dimension he is in now is the 1970s in China. During this period, at the call of the country, a large number of young people in the city went to the countryside to work as sent-down youths. With a passionate heart, they built the countryside and contributed their own strength to it.
Of course, there are passionate young people and there are also unmotivated young people. Some young people go to the countryside on their own initiative, while some have to go because of family changes, and some are forced to sign up to go to the countryside by their families.
The original owner belonged to the second category. He originally came from a wealthy family, but during this period, he went from a well-off young master to an ordinary person. In this brawl, his parents were beaten to death. He escaped the disaster thanks to a friend entrusted by his parents. He spent six months in a daze, but in the end, he still couldn't escape the fate of being sent to the countryside to work in the fields. As a northerner, he was directly assigned to a remote rural area in the south.
However, the original owner had not yet reached his destination. On the way there, he took sleeping pills and ended his life. He died quietly. After reaching his destination, his companions could not wake him up no matter how hard they called. When they sniffed his breath, they found that the original owner was dead.
Now, after the original owner died, his body was still cold. Chu Yanyan came over. After the bumpy ride, he vomited out the sleeping pills that had not yet dissolved.
But the residual effect of the drug made Chu Yanyan fall asleep again.
As the sunset glow gradually fades away, the last ray of afterglow outlines the swaying shadows of the trees into dancing silhouettes. The autumn insects around are chirping softly, rising and falling, adding vitality to this land.
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