Thirty years in a hurry, with a flick of a finger. It is the time of the work, but every time I look back on the past, I feel sad. Some people say that thirty years are long, too long to remember the past, too long to know how to go on. But some things will be engraved in the mind at once, lingering. These things have their own experiences, but also heard stories. The only commonality of these things is that they are not painful, itchy, and irrelevant. You don't know the meaning of them buried in your mind. You can't forget them if you don't deliberately remember them.
Story 1: I lost myself.
I believe that many people have had a similar experience when they were young: shopping with adults, and losing themselves when they followed them. There are several big fairs in the countryside every year. The big fairs in the country are always grand. Stalls along the street can be set up three or four miles, and there is no expensive business. It is nothing more than the craftsmanship of some farmers: sickles, hoes, shovel, melons and fruits. Rattan baskets and the like, there are also some vendors who resell clothes and gadgets, and shopkeepers who sell deep-fried dough sticks and fruit, and sell cold skins. In a big gathering, the stall is facing the stall, the stall is leaning against the stall, people are next to people, people are crowded, bustling and lively. The happiest thing for children is to follow the adults to the market.
The big fair in our town is the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month. I was about five or six years old that year. I got up early, put on my new clothes, and went to the fair with my parents. At first I was put on my shoulder by my dad, and I saw it on the top of my head. There are so many people. Passing by a stall, my parents took a fancy to something and bargained with the stall owner, so they put me down. I stood by, pulling the corner of Dad's clothes. When my parents finished shopping, I kept dragging along. I saw a stall selling bamboo dragonfly , and the car would be excited to yell at my parents to buy.
Maybe it was the corner of the clothes that was loosened and held halfway. When I walked out with the crowd a long way and looked up, I was not with my parents. There were strangers all around, a five or six-year-old child was crowded in the crowd, there was really no sense of existence, and he started crying in panic at the time. Fortunately, I ran into a kind passer-by who asked me what I couldn’t tell, so he put my shoulder on me and stood in a conspicuous position at the entrance of the town’s health center (the health center is at the most prosperous three-way intersection in town). He asked if anyone knew me. It happened that day,There are no acquaintances who come and go. About an hour later, my parents hurriedly found them, thanking passers-by.
It’s been almost thirty years. It’s my personal experience. I never remember the face of the person who helped me back then. I remembered it by accident, but I was grateful.
Story 2: "I want an arm" of the story I heard.
The junior high school went to a boarding school. The accommodation conditions at that time were a thousand miles away from the present. There were rows of canopy beds in the dormitory, less than 30 or 40 people. And the dormitory I lived in was changed from the old warehouse of the school. There were more than 20 canopy beds in a row, two rows, more than 100 people lived, and the scene when it was full...
Tucao finished. The biggest pleasure of going to junior high school is the evening self-study. The people in a dormitory lie in bed and talk about the mountains. The story is what I heard when talking about the mountains:
It is said that our children at that age do not have as many toys as the current children, and there are no entertainment facilities in the village. When I was free, I was running wild in every corner of the village, walking around, fighting dogs and catching chickens, and had a lot of fun. Once I was playing under the bridge, there was no water in the river long ago, and there was only some garbage that was washed down when there was water in the past years under the bridge. When playing around, one of the children (the protagonist) fell and fell into the rubbish dump. There was no breakage and bleeding. He just clutched his arm and said that he had touched his arm. The country boy is used to bumping and bumping. After playing for a while, he even forgot to fall.
After a few days, I haven't seen the child. Later, when someone asked, the child said that his arm hurts when he got home, and it hurt more and more with the sky. His family took him to the township hospital, and the film did not see any problems. The child also said that it hurts, and the child was rolling all over the floor, so he went to the big hospital in the city and did various tests. Finally, it was found to be bone cancer . The cancer occurred in the painful arm. The family considered repeatedly and accepted the hospital's opinion-amputation. With the arm amputated, the child seems to be a different person. Children in their early ten years are no longer as lively as they used to be.
However, the disaster did not go by with the arm amputated, and soon the child started arguing and aching all over. When I went to the hospital for an examination, I discovered that the cancer cells had spread. Limited by the medical conditions at the time, the hospital initially thought that the initial cancer would not spread to other parts of the body.Unexpectedly, the amputation could not be stopped. The hospital admitted that it had made a mistake and also carried out free treatment with all its heart and soul, but it failed to save the child's life. In the last few days, the child was heart-piercing and could only rely on morphine and Dulan Ding to get through anesthesia.
Before the child died, he should be awake. The child was lying on the white hospital bed, crying and saying to his family: I want arms, I want arms... The family members can only cry silently. Until the child was buried, the family pierced the straw arm and put it in the child's sleeve and went with the child.
After many years, when a person is alone, "I want an arm, I want an arm" will still be heard in the ear...
Story 3: Family planning will take you away
Late 1980s, 9 The most inevitable topic in the early tenties was family planning. Family planning was really strict at the time, and I was the child born in that era.
As I said before, I am a rural child. Before me, my parents had given birth to two children, my eldest sister and second sister. The second sister is already a super child, and she paid a lot of fines for family planning before she went to her hukou. When I was born, the family planning was quit, and I would come to make trouble at every turn. It was my father who used the relationship to obtain the birth certificate and household registration.
Until I went to elementary school when I was seven or eight years old, the family planning wind didn't blow away. Sometimes staff would come to the door, and the village would sometimes register for over-birth. When I was a child, I witnessed family planning people smashing the doors of other people's homes and slashing the roofs. I also saw villagers taking their children out overnight to hide from the wind. Thanks to my dad’s communication that year, my family was spared. All the great gods were also polite, but some fines were not evaded.
I clearly remember that once, at the village brigade headquarters, a row of family planning leaders at the table was full of super-birth-born villagers. I also stood there with my father behind. When it was my dad's turn to pay the fine, a staff member who knew him jokingly said: Lao Guo, stop paying, let me take your son away. I was so scared that I hid behind my dad and cried on the spot. The staff member was also embarrassed, because I was small and blocked by my dad, so he ignored me. He only discovered my existence when I heard the cry, so he hurriedly got up to coax me, and my dad and the people around me coaxed me together.
I didn't dare to go out for a few days when I got home,I'm so full of words that "take you away", and I don't dare to learn it anymore. It's useless to persuade anyone. Later, it was the staff member who bought a lot of delicious food and took me and my dad to have a drink, and I was relieved.
Not only has the second-child policy opened up, but the third-child policy has begun to loosen. Whenever people talk about the topic of whether to regenerate or not, the scene of the year will unconsciously appear in their minds.
Story 4: "Chong (chong) name" incident
Speaking of the name lifting, many people should have encountered it. But I have experienced it twice. Once oolong, once is really heavy.
When I was young, my hukou was locked in a drawer at home, and I didn't see it for the first time until the fifth grade of elementary school. However, my usual name is different from the one on the hukou book. The reason is that I started to collect student status to build files in the fifth grade of elementary school. When I was solicited, the name was wrong. Was there a whisper in my heart at that time? Why is the name that has been called for ten years still wrong? My parents also called, and I found out after asking. Back then, a child who was a few years older than me had always been called a nickname, and he didn't know what his real name was. When I was registered, the neighbors in the neighborhood said that it was ruined, and the name became heavy (chong) with others.
Mom and dad are also casual people, the two of them together, get! Our child was born late, so we changed the name. So there is a new name that has been with me for ten years, and it is still a name that everyone recognizes, so that after a long time everyone forgets that I had a name before.
The two parents are really living ancestors. You changed your name, but you changed your account book! No! No in capitals! When I asked about the reason for not changing, the parents were sitting and drinking tea, and the old god said: forget. I heard it right, I forgot! [Tear Ben]
is really a relative. When talking about school registration, my parents asked me if I still need to change the hukou, because at that time it seemed to cost 30 yuan to change the name of the hukou, and the police station also arrived. In front of the hukou police, my father said casually: 30 yuan. Buying meat is also good. So we happily bought a bunch of meat in the town and went home. When eating, my mother biased her mouth and said, this meat is very fragrant. [Face] ![]()
So until now I still use the name from the original account book,No one mentioned the name change.
Story 5: Chong again?
I arrived in high school in a blink of an eye, and the teacher called for the first class. When I clicked on my name, the two of them stood up and the whole class was dumbfounded. I also trembled in my heart: Do you have the same name again?
The teacher took the roster and looked at it for a while: Duplicate name! Duplicate names without any difference in a word!
My dear, I can make a difference, why is it so heavy (chong)?
later was an operation to check student status and adjust files. It completely confirmed the fact that we have the same name. In order to distinguish the two of us, the teacher called me a big ***, because I am older than the other person. ; Call another little ***.
Four years of high school, including one year of repetition, I spent the first three years in the name of a big ***. I'm so quiet, I belong to the type that doesn't hear things outside the window; the other classmate is very active, has close contacts with people in society, and belongs to two extremes with me. In addition, I am the kind of kid who can't do anything badly, so my sense of existence in high school has been suppressed by the classmates of the same name. I have always felt that my high school life has a great influence on my future character development.
When graduating from high school, the young *** finally did another sensational thing in the school: fighting with people in society and using a knife, he was also stabbed by the other party. So I entered the repeat class because of the unsatisfactory results of the college entrance examination, and he entered the hospital. I heard that after he came out of the hospital, he was sent to the youth education center. Fifteen or six years later, we have no contact anymore.
Speaking of when we were in school, we had a good relationship, and he covered me very much. The whole school knows him, but only the people in our class know me. Although I feel like I've been living in his shadow, I haven't been bullied. When I offended my classmates and almost got into a fight, he flattened his head.
to be continued...
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