Chapter 376 The Beginning Is Always so Beautiful

I felt that the place I was lying on was a little hard, and there was a burning sensation that was warming my body, making me feel so cozy that I didn't want to get up.

Wang Yan immediately realized that he was lying on a kang, the head of a hot kang.

He opened his eyes and saw a dark scene. There were frost flowers on the window in front of him, and water drops formed by the temperature difference between indoors and outdoors were sliding down, condensing, and sliding down again. Along the plastic sheet pasted on the window for winter warmth, a little light outside could be vaguely seen in the haze. This scene was not unfamiliar to him, it was snowing heavily outside.

Turning his eyes to the near side, he was covered with a soft large floral quilt made of pure cotton wool printed with large peonies, and a jacket was pressed on his feet. The painted wall was a little peeling and uneven, and some places were covered with waste newspapers. A cabinet about half a meter high, with several quilts piled on it, and a small kang table next to it.

Turning his head to look at the blue brick floor, a row of large bookshelves leaned against the north wall, full of books. There are two solid wood chairs and a small coffee table next to the east wall. There is a large enamel pot with the words "Serve the People" written on it, and the paint has fallen off. Next to the chair, there are two red thermoses.

After confirming the environment, Wang Yan lay down again, and pushed the cotton-padded coat covering him aside with his feet. It was uncomfortable to press something. Then he communicated with the system to receive the identity information this time.

Wang Yan, 22 years old, died of firefighting in the tractor factory five years ago, and his mother, who worked in the sugar factory, died of illness due to worry four years ago. Because he was only 17 years old at that time, he was between being able to be independent and not being able to be independent. His neighbor and relative Zhou Zhigang discussed with the street leaders and took over the task of taking care of him. Because of his father's efforts, the tractor factory cared about him, gave him a condolence money when he died, and also took care of him and gave him some help on weekdays. After his mother passed away, he and the sugar factory paid him a month's salary as an adult until he was 18 years old.

When his father died, he could have taken over his father's job and worked as an apprentice in the factory. However, because he had to go to school, and the factory leaders arranged for someone else to fill the vacancy, and gave him more money, so he continued to go to school.

But the good times didn't last long. Only a year later, the Going to the Countryside Movement began, and he stopped going to school. Because he had learned Chinese medicine from his grandfather since he was a child, he could treat common minor illnesses such as colds and fevers, so he was assigned to work in the health center in Guangzi Pian. The monthly salary was 20 yuan. Although he was only a grassroots doctor, he was treated well because of the shortage of medical staff, and there were other tickets. These were enough for him to live, so he had a good life in the past few years.

And the relationship between their family and Zhou Zhigang's family was on Li Suhua and his biological mother's side. They were relatives, but they were basically no relatives. He called Li Suhua aunt. As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and the relationship was very good because they could get close to each other. Otherwise, Zhou Zhigang and his family would not find a job to take care of him.

Because of the 1969 Rural Relocation Movement, Zhou Zhigang and his eldest son Zhou Bingyi and second daughter Zhou Rong left, and he usually lived there. He slept with Li Suhua and Zhou Bingkun, mother and son, on the big kang in their house. The main reason was to save coal. It was far less cost-effective to burn two kangs than to burn one kang together, and it was much warmer.

As for meals, the side dishes were originally in his hands. According to the information, he gave them, but they didn't want them. But he always bought a lot of grain, meat and other miscellaneous things and sent them to Zhou's house, which was considered to be a meal. He was quite ruthless, so the food was still good, and he could see some meat every now and then.

In such a great era, it can be said that his life was already the best.

The reason why he didn't sleep at Zhou's house today was because Zhou Bingkun found a group of his friends and had the first gathering. Although they were all from the same area, he also knew Xiao Guoqing, Sun Ganchao, and Cao Debao, but that was just the way it was, and he didn't say that they had a good relationship. As for Lü Chuan and Tang Xiangyang, they had no contact, so he just went over to have a simple meal, chatted with them for a few words, and then returned home early to sleep on the kang.

The current time is February 5, 1973, the third day of the Chinese New Year.

After receiving the information, Wang Yan knew what was going on. This year, Zhou Zhigang went to Guizhou to find Zhou Rong, and Zhou Bingyi married Hao Dongmei in the Corps, but they did not come back for the New Year. Li Suhua waited day and night for nothing. However, after knowing that Zhou Zhigang went to find Zhou Rong, he knew that he wanted to forgive Zhou Rong, the unfilial daughter who secretly ran to the mountainous area of ​​Guizhou and married a man ten years older than her. Only when the family is harmonious can everything be prosperous, and he was relieved.

And today's first gathering of Zhou Bingkun and his friends, he also knew that he had just watched the TV series and was deeply impressed. If nothing unexpected happens, there will be a small quarrel tomorrow because of Qiao Chunyan and Cao Debao.

As for Zheng Juan, the time she came here was not very coincidental. I'm afraid the child must be four or five months old now. But it's okay, because if Zheng Juan was not raped, would he let Zhou Bingkun be with Zheng Juan? If you give in, it may involve the issue of sending a girl. If you don't give in, the relationship between Zhou Bingkun and Zheng Juan is indeed very touching, how can they be separated?

At the same time, there is another key issue, that is, it is precisely because of Zheng Juan's experience that the preciousness of the relationship between Zhou Bingkun and Zheng Juan is highlighted, showing Zhou Bingkun's masculine side.

It is not to say that Zheng Juan should have such an experience, but it is undeniable that for a man, the meaning is indeed different. If Zhou Bingkun did not really love Zheng Juan, but just wanted Zheng Juan's beauty, he would not have to marry her home. Zheng Juan said that she would not bother him and would be done with her once she found a wife, and she was willing.

And Zhou Bingkun really did it. He loved people, which is very important.

Of course, there was also the relationship that Zheng Juan worked hard and took care of Li Suhua, but that was after both parties had already determined that they were together. There was an impact, but it was not as big as imagined.

After all, before that, Zhou Bingkun knew that the child was Luo Shibin's, and knew Zheng Juan's experience, but he did not change his original intention. However, when he tried to confess to Zhou Zhigang, he was kicked back, and it dragged on for several years. Taking advantage of Li Suhua's paralysis and Zheng Juan's care, Zhou Zhigang finally let go.

Of course, if you really want to say it, even if Zhou Zhigang let go, he would not be willing in his heart. It's just that Zheng Juan's hard work and dedication helped the Zhou family a lot. People are all kind-hearted. Zheng Juan is good except for having some children. She is a good daughter-in-law. In addition, Zhou Bingkun has a clear attitude, so that's it.

It's useless to say those things now. He just analyzes them habitually. After all, he came here at this time. He can't control the previous ones.

Without thinking any more, Wang Yan lifted the quilt and sat up. He planned to take a walk and see this home. And it's early now, just over nine o'clock. There are mainly no entertainment activities and entertainment products in this year. The nights are long in winter, and turning on the lights is energy-consuming. There is nothing to do if you don't sleep.

Although he is in very good health and has strong adaptability, it happened to be night and there is no time difference. But in the south where summer is coming, it is still a bit affected to sleep in the northeast where heavy snow is flying. He took a walk to relax.

He was in a weak physique. Although he could feel the cold air in the house, he didn't care, not to mention that he was wearing autumn clothes in the quilt. She put on the cotton-padded jacket that he had kicked aside, went downstairs and put on her handmade cotton slippers, picked up a box of red plums next to his quilt, took out a plum and put it in her mouth, lit it with a match, took a sip and couldn't help shaking her head, it was almost there.

Holding a cigarette in her mouth, she wandered to the bookshelf and looked through the books. There were many medical books, some Chinese classics, some foreign classics, and of course there were many indispensable red books.

Many of these books should be burned. However, there was a cellar in his courtyard, and there was a mezzanine. After hiding for a few years, they were put back little by little. The main reason was that he was a doctor in the clinic, and he was good at treating headaches and fevers, and his roots were very good, so no one would argue with him, so that's it. It is worth mentioning that at the beginning of the play, the box of books that Zhou Bingyi gave to Zhou Bingkun to keep were all kept here.

After a quick look, he lifted the door curtain and went to the kitchen, which is commonly known as the "outer room" in the Northeast. The fire in the stove pit was still suppressed, and a few sparks could be seen sporadically, so that there would still be heat in the second half of the night. In the big pot covered with a lid on the stove, there was a little steam surging to prevent the water in the pot from drying up.

There was a small window on the north side, and below was a brick and stone table with a sink for washing vegetables and dishes, and some spoons and the like on one side. There was a cabinet in one corner, which contained pots and pans that had already fallen a layer of dust. There was also a urine bucket on the ground in the middle, because there was only a public toilet here, which was still a distance away, and it was cold outside, so they all solved it in this room.

There was another west room in the past, which was also a kang. However, the fire was burned by the stove in the outer room. The cabinet on the ground was filled with his clothes for all four seasons. According to the information given by the system, this house was built before he was born, and it has been twenty years, and it is also an old house.

Pushing open the door of the outer room, he came to the yard. It was snowing heavily, and the snow that reached his instep was a sign of a good harvest. Although he had a city hukou and no land.

The yard was neither big nor small. There was a small wing on the west side, which contained some tools and sundries. On the east side was a small piece of land. Originally, it was used to grow vegetables when his mother was alive. Later, he planted some flower seeds and bloomed once a year. From the door to the yard, there were two steps down, which showed that the foundation of his old house was quite solid. At the gate, there were two low wooden boards. It can be said that this door was just a door.

It was also at this time that it was not as described in the drama. With the increase in population, each family built randomly, and finally the street became an alley. The public security was still good, and the folk customs were still simple, so there was no such thing as sneaking in and picking the lock. Of course, it was also due to the current environment. Everyone was poor and had nothing to worry about.

The lights in the old Zhou's house next door were on, and the sound of a group of young people laughing could be heard inside. It was Zhou Bingkun and his good friends who were having a good time drinking.

To be honest, this was probably the happiest time they had ever had a drink together, no doubt about it. Now they don't care about utilitarianism, they just think about how good the future will be, they are still very young.

It's impossible to say absolutely, but it's certain that most things always start out so beautifully, and people can't help but sigh, 'Why did it become like this'...

Wang Yan looked up at the snowflakes falling from the sky, leaned against the wall to listen to their drunken rhetoric, shook his head and smiled, flicked the cigarette butt into the snow, turned around and went into the house, closed the door, and got into the warm bed, brewing sleep.

He had not slept on this kang for many years. The last time was when he was playing the embroidered spring sword, which was almost two hundred years ago. His childhood in the village was even more distant. If he hadn't been so energetic, he would have forgotten everything and completely became a person without a past...

Zhou Bingkun and his friends were quite active. They didn't leave until after twelve o'clock. They made a lot of noise before leaving. They were scolded by the neighbors nearby, and then they completely dispersed...

The next day, Wang Yan opened his eyes after a good night's sleep. It was only half past five, and it was still dark outside. The fire in the stove pit outside that had been suppressed all night had long been extinguished. The quilt was okay, but there was also some chill invading it. He was in good health, so this little coldness was naturally no problem.

He didn't get up to exercise. There was heavy snow outside to pave the road, and he was past the age of playing in the snow. He didn't take a nap again, because he slept well. He lay in the dim room, staring at the window outside, listening to the occasional rustling sound of plastic in the north wind, and he couldn't help but think of his past.

In his memory, when he was still in the village, it was also winter, and it was about this time. His biological mother Zhang Xia or his biological father Wang Dong would always get up to light a fire, boil water in the pot, and then come back to tuck him in for a nap. Although he only felt it three or two times, his biological parents must have tucked him in since he was a child...

After recalling the mischievousness of his childhood more than four hundred years ago, and once again thanking his living father for his favor, it was already seven o'clock. The long night faded away, the sky was bright, the smoke outside had risen, and the people in each family had begun to prepare breakfast, and the day began.

Wang Yan put on a big cotton-padded jacket and two cotton-padded trousers, put on clothes and pants, folded the quilt, put it on the small cabinet at the end of the kang, and pulled a sheet to cover it to prevent dust from falling.

He put on the leather cotton shoes he had brought back after many twists and turns. After all, he hadn't worn such bulky shoes for many years. He stretched his arms and legs and performed a few simple martial arts moves. Although there was an impact, it didn't collapse. Only then did he nod with satisfaction. He went to the outer room, lifted the lid of the big pot, and tested the temperature of the remaining water in the pot. After feeling that there was still residual heat, he scooped the water into the basin with a gourd ladle, took out a toothbrush, soap, etc., washed up, opened the door and walked out.

Last night's snow was not small, almost up to the ankles, and it squeaked when stepped on, which was the favorite of children. But now the little kids of Photon Film haven't gotten up yet, and they will go crazy when the time comes.

Outside, there were sounds of shovels scrambling for the ground, and each family was sweeping the snow in front of their door.

Wang Yan walked to the small ear room on the west side in three or two steps, took out a big shovel and a big broom, and started to work, piling the snow in the yard on the small flower field on the east side, and the snow on the street outside the door was piled behind the opposite house. There was no movement at Old Zhou's house, because they were drunk yesterday and hadn't gotten up yet. He shoveled all the snow in Old Zhou's yard and outside the gate, and then took a big broom to work left and right, sweeping a wide path.

"Ah... Zhou Bingkun..."

Just after sweeping for a while, he heard Qiao Chunyan's scream from Old Zhou's house, and then Zhou Bingkun's loud voice of defense sounded. He knew what happened, but ignored it and just kept sweeping the snow.

"Xiaoyan, sweeping the snow."

Hearing the movement, Wang Yan looked up at the person who was speaking, only to see that he was wearing the same bloated clothes, wearing a red scarf, and taking small steps to avoid slipping, and greeted him with a smile.

"Ah, auntie, why are you back so early? Chunyan's family didn't provide meals?"

"No way, kid, don't you think about it, can they not keep me? You have to be polite." Li Suhua smiled and took Wang Yan's arm, whispering: "Didn't Chunyan stay here yesterday? Chunyan's mother and I wanted to match them up before, so we're thinking about it. Did you have any progress when you had dinner with them yesterday?"

Wang Yan shook his head: "I'm not familiar with them. I went back to my house to sleep after eating. Auntie You heated the kang so well yesterday, I can't waste it, I'll sleep till dawn."

"You are such a good talker."

Wang Yan smiled: "But auntie, I just heard Qiao Chunyan yelling, Bingkun explaining, maybe it will work."

"Really?" Li Suhua was stunned for a moment, then thought of something good, and slapped Wang Yan on the back: "Then I'll go and see what's going on, auntie will cook for you later, you sweep first."

"Okay."

Wang Yan smiled and watched Li Suhua enter the house, and continued to sweep the snow with his head down. Although he knew it was impossible, he said what Li Suhua wanted to hear, it didn't matter...

Li Suhua looked at Zhou Bingkun, who looked aggrieved, with a look of regret: "Bingkun, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you didn't seize such a good opportunity, and Cao Debao took it away. What can you do? I'm really worried."

"Oh, mom, don't worry about me. I didn't like Chunyan in the first place. I always treated her as my sister. It's your fault. Look, now it's over."

Li Suhua sighed: "How am I going to tell Chunyan's parents later? I'm so worried."

"That's nothing, it's okay, mom, I'll go find Cao Debao later, he has to marry Chunyan whether he wants to or not. How can you dare to do it but not take responsibility? You must give Chunyan an explanation."

Wang Yan drank the porridge made from yesterday's leftovers and water, ate cornmeal pancakes with pickled cabbage, and looked at Zhou Bingkun with a smile.

To be honest, Wang Yan felt that Zhou Bingkun actually had complicated feelings for Qiao Chunyan. As the saying goes, it's easy for a girl to chase a boy. Qiao Chunyan was the second most beautiful girl in the movie. Who wouldn't be confused if she showed her affection to him? It was when Zhou Bingkun went to find Zheng Juan that he was attracted by her big white legs. Qiao Chunyan's moment of paying him back was meaningless.

After all, Zhou Bingkun was one year younger than him. He was twenty-one this year and twenty when he met Zheng Juan. He was a young man with a budding love for Zheng Juan. The big white legs at the beginning must have been something he couldn't get rid of. He kept thinking about it, and then he fell in love with Zheng Juan. It was impossible for Zhou Bingkun to fall in love at first sight with just one look when they met.

But Qiao Chunyan was always eager to pursue him, but she ended up sleeping with Cao Debao, whom she had just met. It was a bit uncomfortable.

"Aunt, Bingkun, I don't think you need to worry."

Li Suhua sighed again: "How can I not worry? I called Chunyan here, I can't explain it."

"Yes, what if Cao Debao denies it?" Zhou Bingkun is already thinking about how to deal with Cao Debao...

"You don't know." Wang Yan shook his head and said: "When Qiao Chunyan came yesterday, I saw Cao Debao's eyes shining. Later, when we were having dinner, Cao Debao played a song on the harmonica, and Qiao Chunyan looked at him with stars in her eyes. So I think , or maybe Qiao Chunyan took the initiative to reveal the signal. After all, you know her temper, maybe she can do this.

Also, I know Bingkun's alcohol tolerance, most people can't drink more than him, Cao Debao's physique looks worse. Cao Debao doesn't seem to have the strength to force after drinking too much. If there is a big noise, Bingkun should feel it at least, it is impossible not to hear anything. So, auntie, Bingkun, you two think about it, right..."

He raised his eyebrows and gave an expression that understood.

Li Suhua is an experienced person, she understood it instantly, frowning and thinking about this possibility.

Zhou Bingkun hadn't shown his gun yet, but after a moment's reaction, he suddenly realized something: "Brother Yan, do you mean Chunyan didn't resist?"

"Yeah, that's about right. And after drinking so much, it's a question whether Cao Debao can do it."

"Okay, look at what you two are saying." Li Suhua rolled her eyes at Wang Yan and glared at her stupid son: "Then I can't tell this to Chunyan's parents..."

The Chinese have always been taboo about talking about sex, although it doesn't prevent them from messing around... Wang Yan said: "Then what else can you say? Auntie, Qiao Chunyan is obviously interested in Cao Debao, otherwise she wouldn't have said anything. You just go over and say something, Qiao Chunyan will do the rest herself.

You too, Bingkun, anyway, Cao Debao drank too much, I guess he can't remember anything, and what's more, He was flirting with Qiao Chunyan yesterday, and I think it was a good idea. Qiao Chunyan is a woman, and if she spreads the news, Cao Debao will have to marry her no matter what. Otherwise, how will the Cao family survive in the future? Isn't that right? You can't marry her, right? "

"Don't talk nonsense, Bingkun can't marry, that's not good to say." Before Zhou Bingkun could speak, Li Suhua made the decision: "Just do as you say, I'll go to the Qiao family after dinner to talk. Bingkun, you are really worrying your mother to death, you are in your twenties, why are you not anxious. And you, Xiaoyan, you should also pay attention, you are the only one left in your family, and they are counting on you to continue the family line."

Wang Yan responded with a smile, listening to Li Suhua nagging from his marriage with Zhou Bingkun to Zhou Zhigang, Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei, and then to Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng. She was thinking about him...

After breakfast, he didn't need to clean up. He said hello to Li Suhua and went to work at the health center located in the center of Guangzi District, where five streets intersect. Human life is the top priority. Although they are only a grassroots medical organization, they still have to keep people on duty. Today is his shift...

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