"I have it, I can get it."
The simple companionship and friendship that Li Yan and her friends shared were different from those of the later educated youth.
"It's no use. We sent her milk powder, eggs, brown sugar, meat, and Chen Jianguo prepared different things for her, but her body is like a leaky balloon, full of holes that can't be plugged anymore..."
My nose, throat, and chest felt completely blocked, sore and achy, and my eyes were also sore.
"Then, is there really no way?"
Sister Yan has suffered so much.”
Having not received parental love in her childhood, she met these friends after going to the countryside, and formed a small family with Chen Jianguo. These were probably the happiest years of her life.
Then a sudden accident took away their child, which caused her irreparable harm.
I gave birth to this child with trepidation, but my body still gave out. Was I just going to wait to die?
The child she risked her life to give birth to, shouldn't he also have the luxury of being loved by both his father and mother?
The descendants of the educated youth from Liujiatun, one returned to Zhou, and the second is this poor child.
The two children, however, had two completely different fates.
One grew up with sugar in their mouth, while the other may lose their mother.
"How about we go see Sister Yan?"
Simple nose grumbled a suggestion, and after a moment's hesitation, the others nodded.
"Okay, it's not that we don't want to go, it's just that we're afraid that if we see her and that child, we won't be able to hold back our tears,"
His voice was already trembling with tears. He felt sorry for his comrades, helpless for his revolutionary comrades, and also confused and anxious about his own future.
The Li Yan of today may very well be one of them in the future, somewhat like standing in a wilderness with roads in all directions.
But all of this is unknown.
The road ahead may be a flat highway or a rugged mountain path.
You might see sunlight around the corner, or you might step into a deep swamp.
But at this moment, this atmosphere miraculously brought the educated youth closer together, all striving in the same direction and united as one for the same goal.
Silence, silence...
Jian Dan suddenly got up, went inside, and brought out a basket.
"No matter what might happen, the fact that people are still alive is a good thing."
Let's not worry about things that haven't happened yet. People are alive, and there are children—that's hope, isn't it?
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