Su Yiwen is a man born in 1957. He was not starved to death in more than six years. At that time, the elderly were all starving to death. After graduating from junior high school, he went to learn bamboo craftsman . Su Yiwen was 17 years old at that time.
In the past seven years, it was still the era of hunger, being able to go to an apprenticeship solved the problem of eating alone. Su Yi's literary bamboo craftsman also solved the problem of eating by himself.
There are many villages on both sides of the road from Huangxikou Town to Dajiangkou Town, including Shangsiwen Village, which belongs to Dajiangkou Town. The village is in the middle canyon between two mountain ranges, with so flat, with a lot of fertile land, at least 200 households, and is a large production team. Su Yiwen has been a 3-year apprentice and spent a lot of time in this village. After he started working alone in 1977, he often worked in a gentle manner. At that time, Su Yiwen was classified as a craftsman. In the eyes of rural girls, she was not a placing at the bottom, and love happened at that time.
One day in 1977, Su Yiwen worked at Shang Siwen's family (that is, doing bamboo work). The owner was a wooden house, a two-story wooden house with no siding room on the upper floor, which was very empty. It is ideal as a workplace, ventilated, bright and spacious, and any kind of bamboo appliance can be used. Su Yiwen was doing bamboo craftsmanship upstairs, and some people in the village were also having fun and chatting. Zhang Xiaofang also came to play after breakfast. When the other uncles and men in the village saw that Zhang Xiaofang was coming, they all made excuses to leave, leaving behind two young men, Su Yiwen and Zhang Xiaofang. Zhang Xiaofang sat there a few meters away from Su Yiwen, sitting there for a day, watching Su Yiwen do things, occasionally talking nonsense.
Imagine that the floor on the second floor is empty
Zhang Xiaofang's uncle likes to play musical instruments. Every night, many people who have finished farm work go to her house to play. Su Yiwen has also liked to play musical instruments since she was a child. She also went to her house to play every day, watching her uncle play erhu and play other instruments, and asked him for advice and exchanges. One day, Su Yiwen didn't go, and Zhang Xiaofang climbed over the wall and asked Su Yiwen's aunt: Why didn't Su Yiwen come to play? My aunt said: Su Yiwen felt uncomfortable when he caught a cold. In less than half an hour, Zhang Xiaofang delivered the cold medicine to Su Yiwen's aunt.
Su Yiwen felt that Zhang Xiaofang was too proactive and unrestrained, and then his aunts and uncles didn’t say a word to support or oppose it. Su Yiwen chose to be alienated.
Five years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Su Yiwen sold his woven bamboo baskets on Houtangchangping (in the market place). At that time, the land had been distributed to households and could also buy and sell things. Zhang Xiaofang got up early, cleaned up herself, walked 15 kilometers of mountain road to Houtangchangping, and walked several routes across the court and saw Su Yiwen selling her back. In fact, Zhang Xiaofang has been to Houtangchang Ping many times, but she has not seen the unfaithful man Su Yiwen. She asked the price of the backpack without hesitation, and asked carefully in all aspects. Su Yiwen never recognized her. Zhang Xiaofang pushed the basket to Su Yiwen and raised her voice and said: You can't recognize it, right? Su Yiwen finally realized it. Both parties began to greet each other and they were both married. Su Yiwen wanted to invite Zhang Xiaofang to have a bowl of snacks (lunch) on the court, but Zhang Xiaofang refused. After they separated, Zhang Xiaofang bought a few oil glutinous rice cakes and took them back for the children to eat. Every time Zhang Xiaofang returned to Shang Siwen's 15-kilometer road from Houtangchangping, he felt very disappointed. The mountain road under the tall pineapple was not bright at all, and the cool breeze of the 1980s made Zhang Xiaofang feel even more worried. Today, Zhang Xiaofang felt that the sun was very bright, shining on the ground through the tall pine trees, like flower cloth.
5 years ago, they finally met in 1982. Just to meet, I said a word and left without eating a bowl of rice. I have walked the 30-kilometer mountain road back and forth, and I have so much effort. After that year, Zhang Xiaofang never walked through that mountain road again. Su Yiwen started walking on that mountain road again, going to Shang Siwen to do bamboo craftsmanship work, and did not go much until he changed careers later.
The above is love from the 1970s, it is text, film, and a piece of love code in the universe.
