Chapter 195 The scene freezes
After dinner, Lin Xiaotong leaned against the window and looked at the stars twinkling in the night.
When I saw the stars, I felt inexplicably sad and thought of my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lin, who passed away early.
After washing his hair, Xie Yi dried it with a towel. When he went to the yard to get some water, he saw her frowning and something moved him.
He walked quickly into the room, put his arm around my shoulders and whispered, "What are you thinking about?"
Lin Xiaotong raised her hand to push her hair behind her ear, then turned her head to answer.
"I miss my parents, Xie Yi, do you think they are doing well there?"
"Our parents are good people, and we will definitely live a good life."
"And they will feel better when they see that you are healthy now."
"If I take care of you and make you thin, won't our parents come to me in my dreams at night?"
Xie Yi carefully wiped away the tears from her face and coaxed her.
She couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth and held his hand to stop him from moving.
"Stop rubbing it on me. It's all sticky all over my face."
"I'm just... a little down. I'll be fine after a while."
Xie Yi still didn't let go, hugged her, and spoke close to her ear.
"Next time we go back, let's go visit our parents together."
Lin's father and mother were buried in a cemetery in the suburbs of Beijing, where many soldiers were buried. They might be sons, daughters, fathers, mothers...
"good."
"Actually, during the Qingming Festival this year, my mother took me to secretly burn some paper, and I even talked to my parents for a while."
When Lin Xiaotong thought about this incident, she felt even luckier now because she met Gao Xiulan and Xie Dajiao.
Although the compound was noisy, when I heard familiar voices at the entrance of the alley, I felt in my heart: I'm home.
Xie Yi knew that this was something his mother could do: "When I was at home, I used to cook for my grandparents. My mother always complained that I didn't fold the gold ingots beautifully."
When she mentioned this, she raised her head and a smile appeared in her eyes again.
"Then I'm better than you. Even my mom praised me for the way I folded it."
"Okay, okay, you're the best."
"Xie Yi, what's with that expression on your face? Okay, you still dare to laugh at me, come back here."
"Wife, I was wrong."
"Be gentle, it hurts, I shouldn't laugh."
"If you need a beating, I'll do it myself. Be careful not to hurt your hands."
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Xie Yi waited until Lin Xiaotong fell asleep, then tiptoed out and closed the door.
He found a small corner facing north and squatted there, his eyes looking at the ground, muttering to himself.
If you listen carefully, it's a bit creepy, almost like the sound of a wooden fish.
"Mom and Dad, I'm your dear son-in-law, Xie Yi."
"I'm just sneaking in to tell you something. I haven't been here for so long because of circumstances. Things haven't been going quite right in the world lately."
"Once this storm has passed, Xiaotong will take me to see you."
"Xiaotong is living a good life now. My parents treat her like their own daughter. I can't compare to them."
"You can rest assured, I, Xie Yi, will definitely treat her well."
"When we have children in a few years, we will bring them over to show you."
"Things are going pretty well on the island lately. The soldiers are training very hard, and they're practically tearing themselves apart."
"Xiaotong said that our country will be extremely powerful in the future, and no one can take away what belongs to us."
"Mom and Dad, don't worry. If you have any problems, just let me know in your dreams. I promise I'll be there whenever you call."
"That's all for now. I won't talk any more. Your dear son-in-law has to go back to bed."
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The next day, after a good sleep, Lin Xiaotong became full of energy again.
I took my camera out and took some nice pictures, including the coconut tree that hit Xiong Chuan's head, the small yard that Xie Yi had cleaned up, etc.
Although I can only develop the photos into black and white after I get back, it is still a good souvenir.
Standing at the fork in the road, just then a large army came back from training, each of them wearing a green military uniform, with their sleeves rolled up, striding forward.
The camera just captured Xie Yi and Xiong Chuan arm in arm, both of them looking very high and full of energy.
Following behind were Captain Qiu and Instructor Xiao, who were leaning against each other and talking about something, with one hand pointing at the two people in front.
One in front and one behind, they formed a very wonderful picture.
Walking in front is the sun at eight or nine o'clock, and setting behind is the steady rock.
She thought of a word: inheritance.
The prosperity of our country is due to the generations of ambitious and promising young people who ride the wind and waves and cut through the waves.
No more hesitation, raise your camera and freeze the picture.
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Behind the raging waves, dangers are endless, and some people are struggling to survive at all costs.
After getting off work today, Chen Lan rushed back to the slum, dragging her sore arms and tired feet.
Before I even stepped into the yard, I could hear crying from a distance, sometimes low, sometimes high, sharp and piercing.
After I got home and stood still, I realized that the sound came from the courtyard next door. I picked up the big bowl on the table and took a few sips without hesitation. Only then did my dry throat feel relieved.
"Mom, what's going on? Who's crying? It sounds scary."
Mother Chen had just come back from listening to the lively conversation. When she saw her eldest daughter coming back, she smiled unconsciously.
"Drink slowly, and don't mention it. It's so embarrassing to talk about it, it even brings bad luck to me."
"I don't know if you still remember this person. She's the eldest daughter of the old Feng family next door. She's five years older than you and she went to the countryside early in the morning."
When Chen Lan heard her mother mention this, she remembered that it was Feng Xiangxiang, the girl who loved to wear flowery clothes in her memory.
Chen's mother curled her lips and said, "That girl died. She committed suicide by drinking pesticide. She died in another place, and Aunt Feng had to go and collect the body."
"What? What's going on?"
Chen Lan was shocked because she hadn't found a job a while ago.
When the subdistrict office came to lobby for going to the countryside, the place they chose was the one Feng Xiangxiang went to.
She opened her mouth and asked a question after a while.
"How could a living person just... die?"
"Aunt Feng is still hiding it. I've found out everything. Feng Xiangxiang wants to go back to the city, but it's so difficult now. Guess what?"
"That girl dressed up beautifully, but she went to sleep with the head of the Revolutionary Committee. It's so shameful."
"I didn't expect that in the end, her body was violated by someone, and it wasn't her who returned to the city. In a fit of rage, she drank pesticide and died the next day."
"He died at the educated youth camp. By the time he was found, his body was already stiff and there was no hope of saving him."
"Ever since I was little, I've always thought that girl was charming and had a lot of thoughts in her mind."
"It would be so embarrassing if this matter were made public. No wonder Aunt Feng kept it a secret."
"But there's a boy nearby who went to the countryside with the next brigade. He wrote back and told me everything."
"That incident has been widely circulated there for a long time. The whole commune knows about it."
Chen's mother continued to chatter on and on, and it was not difficult to detect that her words were full of malice and sarcasm.
But Chen Lan couldn't hear anything, her body felt cold, and she seemed to have no strength left.
"Hey, did you hear me?"
"I've really wasted my time raising you. You had a delicious meal at the restaurant at noon, but you didn't even bring anything back."
"Bang--"
The door was closed, and Chen Lan finally had some peace and quiet. She lay on her little bed with her head tilted back.
I thought: If she also went to the countryside, would she choose to do the same?
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