Chapter 110

Last year was just a prelude. This year, when the Spring Festival was cancelled, Qiao Wei really began to have that feeling of "Ah, it's starting..."

Qiao Wei read newspapers every day, not daring to miss a single piece of news.

Because her pitiful and limited knowledge of this stage came largely from period novels, period dramas, and Weibo. Not only was it very limited and very vague, but a lot of it might even be wrong.

She had a few days of particularly bad sleep. Yan Lei hugged her and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Wei sighed and said, "I'm scared."

Yan Lei said, "Don't be afraid, you're a military dependent."

Qiao Wei was really grateful for her identity as a military dependent at this time.

She finally relaxed.

In addition to being a military dependent, she remembered that she had another identity - the male protagonist's wife.

She stroked the muscles on Yan Lei's arms and squeezed them. They were firm and elastic. She

felt very safe.

Ah, for more than a year, she had lived a plain and happy life every day, and attended classes with a steady rhythm. Perhaps because everything seemed so real, she had forgotten that she was in a book.

Never forget the power of the male protagonist's halo.

Qiao Wei hugged Yan Lei and fell asleep soundly.

But what was supposed to come was bound to come - Secretary Meng fell.

Huang Zengyue betrayed him.

...

...

The meeting was over.

Suddenly, the auditorium, which had been noisy just now, became quiet. Everyone who was supposed to leave had left.

Qiao Wei stretched her legs out and looked at her round-toed Liberation shoes.

Another pair of Liberation shoes appeared in her sight and stood next to her feet.

Qiao Wei raised her eyes.

Huang Zengyue looked down at her.

After a long time, he sighed: "You are worthy of it."

The auditorium was empty and his sighs seemed to echo.

[Extra]: Yan Xiang's daily life at the radio station

Yan Xiang woke up early in the morning.

He sat up and put on his clothes by himself.

His clothes are always very clean. His mother said that a piece of clothing should not be worn for more than two days. But he knows that many people can wear a piece of clothing for three or four days.

His mother likes to be clean.

But Yan Xiang also likes to be clean, because clothes will really smell after being worn for a long time. Yan Xiang can't stand that smell

Yan Xiang slid down from the kang, his little feet stepped steadily on the small stool, and then stretched his feet down to put on his shoes.

He can do all of this by himself. He has grown into a very big kid!

He is very capable!

When he walked out of the room, it was another sunny day. The sun shone in the yard, and the pebbles on the path sparkled.

Mom said that there are special places with special pebbles, which are transparent and shiny, like gemstones, called rain flower stones.

Mom said that if there is a chance in the future, she wants to take him to that place to pick up rain flower stones. But she has to wait until he grows up.

But Yan Xiang is very worried that by the time he grows up, those beautiful rain flower stones have all been picked up by others.

He saw a geography book in the library that mentioned that the formation of many rocks takes tens of thousands or even millions of years. Yan Xiang himself is only four years old, and millions of years is really too long for Yan Xiang.

If they are all picked up, he won’t be able to wait until the next new stone is formed.

Anxious!

"Xiangxiang, go wash your face and have breakfast!"

Mom was wearing a clean white shirt today, smiling.

Yan Xiang's mother always talked to him with a smile, and never slapped him on the back of the head, kicked him, or pinched his arms or thighs.

Yan Xiang didn't really understand other children's parents. But he would make a comparison, and after the comparison, he felt that his own parents were better.

In summer, the washbasin stand was placed next to the hand-pressure well, and Mom went over and scooped a bucket of water from the bucket into the washbasin.

The water pumped out by the hand-operated well is groundwater. According to what Yan Xiang read in the geography book, groundwater has been filtered by rock layers and soil and is cleaner than pond and river water. After all, no one bathes or washes their feet in it, no one washes clothes or vegetables, and no one empties the toilet.

After reading the relevant content, Yan Xiang was worried about the water problem of the residents in the town.

For a few days, he was so worried that he couldn't eat.

Later, his mother asked him why he always frowned, and he told his mother about his worries.

His mother touched his head and said, "There is no way."

"But we Chinese are also very smart. Since ancient times, we have advocated drinking boiled water, because boiling water at a high temperature is the process of disinfecting water and purifying dirty water."

"Also, although people in the town wash clothes and empty the toilet, if you observe, you will find that everyone gets water from the river in the upper reaches, washes clothes and vegetables in the middle reaches, and throws away dirty things in the lower reaches. And if anyone dares to swim in the upper reaches, his parents will chase him and beat him."

"See, this is the wisdom of human beings under limited conditions."

So that's it.

Yan Xiang understood. It's not that everyone can't think of it, but that the objective conditions are limited. Smart people have existed since ancient times.

And his mother told him the real solution: "Tap water."

"After being filtered and disinfected by the water plant, the clean water that meets the standards is delivered to every household through pipes from the water plant's clean water tank."

"Well... it can't reach every household now. You see, there is a public tap pool in the compound, but it can't reach everyone's home."

"But it will be possible in the future. In the future, everyone will have their own tap. Once you turn it on, clean water will flow out."

"Even when washing your face, you don't need to use a basin, you can use running water, which is cleaner."

"Every household will be able to take a bath at home in the future, without having to go to a public bathhouse."

When Yan Xiang has problems with certain things in life, his mother can always tell him how to solve them. Although the solutions she talked about may not exist now, she firmly believes that they will exist in the future.

His mother's attitude also infected Yan Xiang.

Yan Xiang believes in the "future" his mother talked about.

Breakfast is refreshing Yangchun noodles with salted vegetables and poached eggs.

Yan Xiang brushes his teeth after eating.

This is different from the habit of many people who brush their teeth before eating.

But mom said, "You brushed your teeth before going to bed at night, and you didn't eat anything at night, so your mouth was not polluted. So when you wake up in the morning, your mouth is actually clean."

"Eating is what pollutes your mouth."

"If you brush your teeth before eating breakfast, it means that your mouth is only clean for a few minutes before it is polluted by food. You carry the food residue in your teeth and ferment for a whole morning."

"But if you eat breakfast first and then brush your teeth, at least before lunch, your mouth and teeth will be clean this morning, reducing bacterial reproduction and keeping your breath fresh."

Dad said that mom's words were all fallacies, and he had never heard of eating breakfast before brushing teeth.

But dad still did it obediently. He had breakfast every day, then brushed his teeth, and then went to work.

Yan Xiang specifically asked Junjun how he brushed his teeth.

Junjun was surprised: "You still brush your teeth?"

Yan Xiang: "..."

Okay.

Yan Xiang was really helpless.

It's not that he didn't want to play with the children of his father's comrades. But first of all, the older brothers and sisters would never play with a child as young as him. They would catch up with him in three steps in one step, and if he wanted to keep up with the speed, he had to run and chase.

But for children of his age, Yan Xiang sometimes felt that their heads seemed empty.

Sometimes it was so difficult to communicate.

Especially those who could go out to play were those who had not entered kindergarten. These children had no idea how to listen to requests and instructions, which was so difficult.

Coupled with the various screams and noises made by the children, Yan Xiang always preferred to play alone at home.

He had read the limited picture books countless times, and he had already recognized the words from his mother's repeated narrations.

The sandpit was also very interesting, with infinite possibilities for shaping.

The real happiness came after his mother found out that he could recognize words.

Yan Xiang actually didn't remember exactly which day it was later, but that year, his mother seemed to care more about him, and she became more interesting.

She would tell him many, many stories that he had never heard of, and it seemed that she had so many stories that she could never finish telling them.

Later, he went to the county to tell those stories to the children in the kindergarten. Not only the children, but also the teachers loved to listen to them.

They were amazed: "Xiangxiang, how come you know so many stories?"

Yan Xiang said: "My mother told me."

The teachers seemed to think this was very natural: "Xiangxiang's mother is a writer. How many books must she have read?"

"Who is a better writer, her or Secretary Huang?"

"I don't know."

"They are both good."

Yan Xiang vaguely remembered that year, suddenly, his mother seemed to understand him completely.

In the past, his mother would say that he was inexplicable and how could he be different from other children. From that year on, his mother never said that again.

She tried her best to find more books for him to read, with words, pictures, and various symbols.

It didn't matter if he didn't understand, or if he didn't know the meaning of a lot of nouns, she said, "Just read it."

From that year on, he and his mother had their own little secret.

He was different from other children - the more Yan Xiang read, the more he knew about himself. He knew more about why his mother didn't let him talk more outside.

Even his father didn't know their secret.

His mother said, "This way everyone will be happier."

Yan Xiang didn't fully understand this until he grew up.

His mother not only found books for him to read, but also told him all kinds of stories. His mother also liked to take him outdoors.

The beach in the town left many, many memories for Yan Xiang.

The stones in the shallow beach sparkled in the water.

The rounded shape is because the river water never stops washing and smoothing the edges.

His mother always tells him many things in life.

Those things are called common sense to him and her.

But after Yan Xiang grew up and met many people, he realized that not everyone understands common sense.

In that era when transportation and communication were not developed, people had very little knowledge, even common sense.

And his mother, why did she know so many things?

It was a long time later that Yan Xiang realized that this was a very strange thing.

When he was young, he took it for granted.

The river was sparkling.

The little fish swam shallowly.

His mother told him that he could swim, but he had to be led by his father. All children's activities must be done under the premise of safety.

Yan Xiang also told other children this, but they didn't listen at all and laughed at him.

It was really frustrating.

His mother's restrictions did not affect his happiness.

Because his father would often take him swimming. An obedient child does not need to go to the river alone without adult supervision.

Why don't the children's parents do this?

It's a mystery.

Childhood time passed very quickly.

Yan Xiang recalled it later and was surprised to find that his happiest childhood actually overlapped with an important period in history.

He also read a lot of literary works, and was surprised to find that they were so different from his memory.

With his parents by his side, he seemed to have always lived in a happy paradise.

The sunshine in the yard, the nap time, the cool groundwater from the hand-pumped well to wash his feet after waking up.

The small green vegetables with dew in his yard.

The strong wind on the back seat of the bicycle.

The straight poplar trees on both sides of the road, and the Tyndall effect of the sunlight shining in.

Yan Xiang later wrote in his memoirs:

[Every child should have such a childhood, no matter whether he is different from ordinary people. When he was at that age, he was just a child. ]