Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

"Father, can I not go to Xiangtang?"

"Didn't we all agree, you go to school over there, and during the summer vacation, let your grandma take you back, and you will be able to see your father."

"But I don't want to leave Dad."

"Is daddy treating you well?"

"good."

"Then do you want to be nice to Dad and help Dad when you grow up?"

"Um."

"So, you have to study. Only when you learn great skills can you help Dad."

"Father, I can learn from you."

"No, Dad doesn't know many things, and Dad is also learning from others. You go outside to learn what Dad doesn't know, and teach Dad in the future, okay?"

"No, Dad, you can go to school with me."

"Hehehe, good boy, I know you understand what Dad means, only after several months of hard work can the fireflies shine brightly.

Why can your clothes be more beautiful than other people's children?

Why do you eat better than others?

This is where Dad relies on, and here..." Nanyi pointed to his head, then shook his hands, "Dad earned it for you by working harder than others.

If you want to live better than others all the time, then you have to work harder and suffer more than others.

You are my Nanyi's daughter, and I have high expectations for you.

I also hope that you can contribute to our Nan family and lay a big business map. "

"Father, my surname is Nan, right?" Nan Ruofing asked seriously.

"Yes, your surname is Nan. You are the eldest daughter of our Nan family, and my biological daughter of Nan Yi." Nan Yi answered with certainty.

"Father, I will study hard and be a useful Nanjia."

"Um."

Nan Yi hugged Nan Ruofing, and Nan Ruofing rested her head on Nan Yi's shoulder, full of attachment to him.

After Fang Mengyin took Nan Ruobing away, without the little girl's laughter and laughter, Nan's house became deserted, and Nanyi was empty and lonely for a while.

After three to five days of boring life, two meetings were held in the brigade to arrange work for less than half a year left this year, and Nan Yi and Xian Zilin embarked on the journey back to school.

Still take the train, 24 trains from Yangcheng to Beijing, with hard seats.

Different from previous years, Nanyi found that the proportion of young passengers on the train has increased significantly. The floral shirt is paired with a pair of bell-bottom pants, and a green schoolbag is hung around the neck. Judging by the way they are tightly packed, there should be a lot of banknotes and food stamps in the schoolbag .

These should be the little ones among the losers, like ants moving house, bringing some fashionable things from Panyu in Yangcheng to the north for sale.

As for the fashionable gadgets, they are probably the ones left in Nanyi.

You can earn three or four yuan for a toad mirror, and one or two yuan for a cassette tape. Carrying a big bag back home, if you go to the capital, it is a train ticket of 73 yuan, plus a little travel expenses, you can probably earn more than a hundred to a few hundred for a trip.

How much they earn depends on how much capital they have, and how much cargo they can carry in one trip.

They boarded the train from Shenzheng Station together with Nanyi, and there were also a few young people who "worked" at the Wenchangwei Garment Factory and were in charge of selling flared trousers.

Two of them, Nan Yi has a little impression, should be the first batch of temporary workers, and they are all here for the second time to pick up the goods. It seems that the sales performance of these sales is very satisfactory.

After observing for a while, Nan Yi took his eyes back.

"Brother Nanyi, our teacher said that after the new year, we will start practicing." Seeing that Nanyi's attention had been withdrawn from the outside, Xian Zilin said.

"So soon, an internship in junior year?"

"Yeah, this semester, our classes are basically over, and when the last semester starts, where we will be assigned is basically determined."

"Is your distribution based on the principle of community come and community go?"

"No, it's just changing."

Nanyi said that the communes come and go, whichever commune they come from, they will be assigned back to that commune. Worker, peasant and soldier students in the past were assigned work according to this principle.

Revolutions come and go, that is, which county [revolutionary committee] came, and will be assigned to which county in the future.

Of course, only routinely.

On top of this, there are various "special" prefixes that go beyond the norm.

"What do you think, are you going to go back to Bao'an, or work hard in the direction of staying in school?"

"I can't stay in school. I know that many people with better grades than me plan to stay in school. There are only a few places in total. I will definitely not be able to win."

"It's good to go back to Bao'an, it's close to home."

"Brother Nanyi, what about you? Are you planning to stay in school?"

"It's hard to say now. I have to wait for the list of assigned units to make a decision. If there is a suitable position in Bao'an or Yangcheng, I will try to get it back. Otherwise, I will stay in school."

Nanyi naturally hopes to be assigned back to Guangdong Province, preferably Bao'an, but according to his performance, there is a high probability that he will be accepted by the unit in the capital.

Therefore, in the second half of next year, Nanyi will have to find a unit in Baoan and express to Beijing University that it is eager to accept Nanyi. Some units took the initiative to invite, and Nanyi himself agreed, so the distribution was basically done.

Unless, the unit with the country prefix is ​​cut off.

Of course, the receiving unit cannot be a collectively owned enterprise like Wenchangwei Garment Factory, at least it must be a state-owned enterprise.

Otherwise, it would be absurd to send the talents urgently needed by the country to the production team.

Nanyi himself is willing, and the country is unlikely to be willing.

"In the remaining two years, I have to lower my academic performance. It's easy to stand out, and you must never do things that show off." Nan Yi thought silently.

Hearing Nanyi mentioned that he might stay in school, Xian Zilin wondered if he should try to fight for it too.

"However, even if I stay in school, I probably won't be able to stay for a few years before returning to Wenchangwei."

"Yes, Wenchangwei cannot do without Brother Nanyi."

Xian Zilin smiled and dismissed the idea of ​​staying in school, and she still waited to be assigned back to Bao'an.

On the train, Nan Yi and Xian Zilin didn't spend much time chatting. Most of the time, they both held a book and read quietly in their seats.

Only from time to time, Xian Zilin would put down her book, lie down on the table, secretly and obsessively staring at Nanyi's side face, her gaze piercing through nothingness, she saw a baby in swaddling, saw the child grow up, Seeing himself supporting the pale-haired Nan Yi.

...

When the train arrived in the capital, as soon as Nan Yi and the two got out of the station, Man San'er greeted them.

"Master Nan, I'm here to pick you up. My brother came here by car."

"Should I drive or ride?"

"Open it, buddy is driving a big one."

"To open a woolen thread, can Bian Sanlun also use the word Kai?" Nan Yi said, with a serious tone, "Is there any problem with riding the unit's car?"

"No problem, this car has already been discontinued, and I made it up. Master Nan, guess what brand my car is?"

Nan Yi chuckled, "If you ask me that, first of all, Hongdu's Yangtze River 750 can be ruled out. It's easy to guess. BMW is unlikely. It's Suxiu's Ural M72. It's an old antique."

"Niu, Master Nan is a cow." Men San'er gave a thumbs up, "It's not difficult for you."

"Come on, it's nothing special to be able to guess this. In our territory, you can find these three things. Where do you park the car? Hurry up, it will be hot in a while."

"Not far, just two steps."

Let Xian Zilin sit in the back of the car, Men San'er raised his left foot and stepped on the starter lever, and turned the accelerator with his right hand to fuel, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug.

"Can it still work?"

"Okay, why can't it work." Men San'er wiped off his sweat and said awkwardly.

Chug, boom...boom.

"It's done, it's done, it's okay, this car is at least two years older than me."

After finally starting the car, Men San'er immediately rounded up his face.

"Come on, let's go."

Nan Yi patted Men San'er on the shoulder, and when he got into the car, Nan Yi also took the back seat.

Men San'er twisted the accelerator, and the Ural M72 emitted a puff of black smoke, and chugs up the pole for PM2.5 to work as a long-term worker.