With Chen Demao's level, he can book a sleeper ticket.
Unfortunately, the current situation is special, and it is not an exaggeration to say that we are fleeing.
Don’t even think about sleeper berths; the plain and inconspicuous hard seat is your life-saving medicine.
In other words, Chen Nongmo and Xiao Hu had to sit the entire way to H Province during the five-day and six-night journey.
The little girl, who had finally squeezed into her seat and whose feet were swollen from being stepped on, felt even more suffocated after feeling how hard the seat was.
She always thought she was able to endure hardships. During her college summer vacation, she worked three jobs a day to save more money and didn't feel anything.
But at this moment, looking at the seriously overloaded carriage in front of him with people stacked on top of each other, and even a few passengers lying on the luggage rack above his head, Chen Nongmo felt heavy in his heart, as if a stone was pressing on him, and became even more confused about his future life.
Is this the real 1970s? Going out requires proof, and riding in a car is like fleeing. So, what does her destination, Shanshun Village in H Province, look like? "Oranges! Sweet oranges! One cent a pound!"
The sudden sound of "yo!" outside the window brought Chen Nongmo back to her scattered thoughts. She looked out the window in the direction of the sound and found that not far away there was indeed a middle-aged woman pushing a wheelbarrow, shouting as she walked, and quite a few people had already gathered around her.
Isn't it said that private transactions are not allowed in this era?
"Yuyu, do you want to eat oranges? If you do, I'll buy you a few pounds." After settling the luggage, Xiao Hu, who was dressed in casual clothes, handed two military water bottles to the little girl.
Chen Nongmo hung the kettle on the back of the chair. She was not greedy and did not want to cause trouble to others, but the indescribable smell in her nostrils was really overpowering.
Then think about staying in this environment for five or six days: ".Eat, thank you, Brother Hu."
"Why are you being so polite to me? I'll be there right away. Keep your seat safe and don't let others know, okay?"
Chen Nongmo nodded: "I know, Brother Hu."
"Don't talk to anyone." Xiao Hu took two steps forward, then turned back and reminded him again, feeling a little worried.
He has been with the leader for six or seven years and has watched the little girl grow up, so he knows her past situation very well. He is really afraid that the little girl, who has no social experience at all, will be soft-hearted and be cheated.
"Okay." Chen Nongmo nodded obediently.
After saying this, she moved outside in front of Brother Hu and sat in the seat he had vacated.
He turned around and put a large bag of food on his window seat, occupying it, thus directly preventing people nearby from frequently glancing at the empty seat.
After finishing everything, the little girl raised her head and showed an extremely weak expression to the somewhat surprised man.
Look, she is so weak and can't take care of herself, who would dare to compete with her for a seat?
It was impossible for her to give up her seat. Was she going to stand for a five-day and six-night ride? She was not a bodhisattva.
Xiao Hu = The oranges are not very sweet. They taste cold and sour in the mouth. They are definitely not as delicious as the two canned oranges in the bag.
But sourness has its advantages. At least it relieves a lot of the depression in my chest.
She didn't throw away the orange peel, but wrapped it in a handkerchief and stuffed it into her scarf.
"What are you doing?" Xiao Hu looked at the little girl in surprise.
Hearing this, Chen Nongmo didn't feel like saying directly that he disliked the bad smell in the carriage, so he just reached out and took the orange peel from Xiao Hu's hand, asked for his handkerchief to wrap it up, and handed it to him, motioning him to put it on his collar.
After Xiao Hu did as he was told, he immediately smelled the fragrance of orange peel in his nostrils.
Although it cannot completely cover up the unpleasant smell in the car, it still has a lot of effects.
If you bury your face in the scarf like the little girl did, the effect will definitely be better.
I have to say, the little girl is quite smart. Xiao Hu showed her big white teeth and gave her a thumbs up.
Chen Nongmo's eyes curved when he was praised. Just as he was about to peel another orange, his eyes unexpectedly met a pair of eager eyes.
He was a middle-aged man, and looked to be about the same age as my father Chen Demao.
He has fair skin and a gentle manner, and he must have been a respectable person in the past.
But at this time, he was dressed in tattered clothes, his lips were chapped, and he didn't even have a decent seat. He was curled up in the aisle dejectedly, and his whole body exuded a sense of lethargy and numbness.
Only those slightly tired eyes stared longingly at the orange on Xiao Hu's lap.
Xiao Hu obviously saw it as well. He didn't know what he was thinking about. After a moment of silence, he took out two oranges from his bag and handed them over.
The middle-aged man obviously didn't expect this scene to happen and was stunned for a moment.
However, a well-dressed man next to him smiled and waved his hand, his tone rather condescending: "Little comrade, you can't do that. This guy is a member of the □□, a bad element who needs to be sent to labor reform. I am escorting him from the Security Department. I kindly advise you to stay away from him. People like him don't deserve to eat such good things."
As soon as these words came out, the last glimmer of light in the middle-aged man's eyes dimmed. He hugged his knees and slowly lowered his head, as if he wanted to curl himself up into a ball, and never looked over here again.
The people nearby who heard this showed disgusted expressions, as if they were avoiding the plague god.
Chen Nongmo, who was peeling an orange with his head down, slowly pursed his lips. Thinking of his parents who were also implicated in the political civil war, he unconsciously stopped what he was doing.
The steam train whistle sounded again.
The car speed increased gradually and steadily, and it drove away from the huge city of N with a clang.
Chen Nongmo turned his head and quietly watched the scenery receding outside the car window. He felt the thick stack of banknotes that he had prepared long ago at his waist, and his heart was so depressed that he almost couldn't breathe.
Are my parents also experiencing the same treatment? Thinking of this, she glanced at the middle-aged man who was still burying his head, and gradually clenched her fists.
On the morning of the second day after sending his daughter away, Chen Demao received a notice asking him to pack his luggage and leave for H Province in the evening.
The exact location is still confidential.
But these simple notifications have clearly told the two that the final result is much better than they expected.
If you were sent directly to labor reform or were labeled with certain labels, you wouldn't be so polite.
Because they had prepared themselves mentally, the couple remained calm when they received the notice.
Ji Mo did not dare to bring too many things. She simply packed two sets of old clothes and cloth shoes for herself and her husband, and a few boxes of regular pills that her good friend Xiuzhen got through her connections, and then stopped.
After packing up, she sat next to her husband who was frowning and smoking, not knowing what he was thinking. She tried to smile and said casually, "It's good, better than I thought. My daughter is also in H Province. Maybe we can meet soon. Don't worry."
Chen Demao put out his cigarette, patted his wife's hand, and sighed, "I'm not worried about this."
"What is that?"
What are you worried about? Of course, you are worried that someone is behind you.
At this time, he didn't want to drag anyone down.
After listening to her husband's analysis, Ji Mo also frowned: "Have you guessed who it is?"
Chen Demao was not the type to discuss everything with his wife, so he did not hide it when he heard it: "The old leader is busy with his own affairs, so it is unlikely that he was the one. I guess it should be Wu Wen's kid."
Ji Mo was stunned for a moment, then anxiously asked, "Is it true that it won't implicate him?"
"If it really is him, it must be because of Mr. Shao's relationship. It's hard to repay this favor." Thinking of this, Chen Demao had the urge to smoke again.
From childhood to adulthood, Wu Wen has not received any help from him except money. Instead, it is he, as his father, who is in trouble now and needs him, as his son, to take risks and do favors.
He was both happy and annoyed.
In short, it’s hard to describe the feeling.
Ji Mo obviously thought of this, she took her husband's arm, slowly leaned her weight on him, and comforted him in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, as long as we are all well, there will be a chance to pay it back."
Turning his head to look at his wife who was unwilling to stay out of the situation, and thinking of his children who were thousands of miles away, the grown man who had never shed tears even when shot by bullets felt a lump in his throat, and his whole body was filled with strength.
After a long silence, he finally responded in a hoarse voice: "Okay."
= The journey is long and seems endless.
Five days passed, the train stopped and started, and I don't know how many platforms it passed and how many passengers got on and off.
When Chen Nongmo was tired of sitting, he would stand, and when he was tired of standing, he would sit. Occasionally, he and Xiao Hu would take turns lying down, or when the train stopped at a major station and had plenty of time, they would get off and stretch their muscles.
But no matter how you put it, you can't escape the word "tired".
After five days of being trapped in such a small space, I was really exhausted both physically and mentally.
"It's almost there. After one more night, we'll be able to reach Pingtou Station around six o'clock tomorrow morning." Xiao Hu, who had just squeezed in to get hot water and came back with an untidy beard, saw that the girl's face was pale and she looked like a wilted cabbage, and smiled encouragingly.
Chen Nongmo nodded dejectedly, not even wanting to say anything. Her waist and her buttocks no longer belonged to her.
In the first two days, I also pursued a "bourgeois style", such as using orange peels to fumigate my nose.
Now, five days have passed, and Chen Nongmo, whose body is contaminated with various auras, has completely given up struggling.
The little girl was brought up in pampered condition, like soft tofu. Seeing her like this, Xiao Hu felt amused but also a little distressed. He handed her the kettle that he had just filled with water: "Have some water."
Hearing this, Chen Nongmo's face turned green, and he gritted his teeth and said, "No!"
If you ask her what is the most difficult thing on the train, in her opinion, nothing can compare to it except solving the three urgent problems.
Going to the toilet is so painful.
Xiao Hu tried to hold back his laughter; the little girl looked well-behaved, like a lady from a painting. But after spending a few days getting along closely with her, he discovered that she actually had a bit of a temper and was quite smart.
I will secretly roll my eyes when I see something I don't like.
For example, if a "reformee" who was sitting in the aisle and got off at the same stop as them wanted to eat oranges, the girl would peel the skin in advance, and then quietly slip the orange to him when he passed by her on the way to the toilet.
If it weren't for his sharp eyes, he might have been deceived.
Thinking of this, he looked towards the aisle, exchanged glances with the middle-aged man, and then looked away without leaving a trace.
Xiao Hu understood clearly that there might be a reason why Yu Yu was soft-hearted, but it was more likely due to empathy.
He was sure that the little girl must know what happened to the leader.
Thinking of this, Xiao Hu lost his mood to laugh and hung up the kettle, talking about something else to distract Yu Yu: "Tomorrow morning, I wonder if your mother Qiuhua will come to the train station to pick us up."
Sure enough, this topic successfully attracted the little girl's attention. She tilted her head and replied uncertainly: "That shouldn't be the case. Don't you have to change buses several times after getting off the train?"
Xiao Hu had met Cao Qiuhua and was familiar with the relationship between the two families, so he said with a smile, "I think so. Not only will your Qiuhua mother come, but your brothers will also come."
Chen Nongmo blinked his eyes. How many brothers are there? (End of this chapter)
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