Rebirth of the Burning Era

In 1991, the early spring had just passed. Although the sun was shining brightly, there was still a bit of chilly chill in the air.

Liang Yifei, who was released after serving his sentence, stood on the dirt road outside Baihu Farm in Binhai City, carrying a net pocket in one hand, which contained an enamel cup for brushing his teeth, a plastic basin for washing his face, and a large nylon bag behind him, his bedding.

This is all his property.

He was a little confused.

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In his last life, he owned his own business. He was sentenced to a heavy sentence due to economic problems. He died of an accidental illness. When he opened his eyes, he came to the released prisoner of the same name.

When I was 19 or 16 years old this year, I was sentenced to four years for fighting and assaulting others. I spent two years in the juvenile detention center. After I turned 18, I was escorted to prison to continue serving my sentence. During my sentence, I performed well and my sentence was reduced by one year.

Just a few days before his release, he suddenly became seriously ill and was on the verge of death, when he was taken advantage of by Liang Yifei more than 20 years later.

Looking back, on the black wall of ten meters, there are eight big characters that are so white and dazzling, "Actively transform, be a new person."

A person who has never been in prison will not have a deep understanding.

Liang Yifei has been in prison for two lifetimes. When he saw these eight characters, his mind was like ringing a bell, and then another eight characters appeared naturally: Freedom is precious, don't commit crimes!

In a previous life, there was an MBA teacher nicknamed 'Big Cannon', who once exaggeratedly said: 'Some successful entrepreneurs want to truly become great entrepreneurs. , can reflect on their own prison disaster! ’

What is Hong Zhong Da Lu, what is awakening, and what is Daigo empowerment?

If you suffer a loss, you will understand.

"Don't look, let's go."

The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, and his eyebrows resembled Liang Yifei's. He was not very old, he looked to be in his early forties, but his temples were slightly white.

He was wearing a blue working uniform, with the words 'Binhai City Cannery' written on his chest.

"Liang Yifei"'s father, Liang Yicheng, works in the propaganda department of the Binhai Cannery Factory, and came to pick him up from prison today.

Liang Yifei nodded, but walked slowly to the river embankment by the roadside, staring blankly at the mighty and rolling river in front of him.

When Liang Yicheng thought that his son would do something stupid, Liang Yifei suddenly took off the nylon bag he was carrying, swung it up together with the net pocket in his hand, and threw it hard into the river!

You can't see a splash of water. Those prison luggage were swallowed up by the river in a blink of an eye!

He shouted at Dajiang with exhaustion.

"Fuck your uncle!"

Liang Yicheng stopped and silently looked at the back of the 'son' on the embankment.

A few minutes later, Liang Yifei came down, Liang Yicheng didn't say much, just patted the back seat of the old 28 bicycle and said, "Dad will take you home."

A simple 'Dad take you home' made Liang Yifei feel sad for a while.

He was an orphan in his last life, and he never knew what his father and mother were like, and what it was like to be a family.

It was probably this experience that caused him to be unwilling to get married even though he had a group of so-called confidantes.

"Dad, I'll take you on a bike. It's dozens of miles away from the city on a dirt road." Liang Yifei grabbed the front of the car, and the sound of 'Dad' didn't make any psychological barriers.

Liang Yicheng, who was actually not very old, was stubborn like an old man, he turned the bridle aside, lowered his head and said stubbornly, "Dad will take you!"

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Baihu Prison is on the outskirts of the city. The way back is very long. Most of the roads are dirt roads, and it has only rained. It is really difficult to walk. Liang Yicheng's back is a little stooped, and he is pedaling his bicycle vigorously.

Sometimes Liang Yifei wants to push down when he encounters an uphill or stagnant muddy ground, but Liang Yicheng refuses to let him go. He says, "Sit firmly, Dad will take you", and then continue to pedal with gritted teeth.

Liang Yifei didn't say anything. No matter how difficult the road was, he would sit in the back honestly and let Liang Yicheng fulfill his promise of 'a father bringing his son home'.

If someone truly regards himself as a son, then I will truly treat him as a son.

Returning to the city in the bumps and bumps.

In the early 1990s, in Binhai City, Liang Yifei looked very dilapidated and old-fashioned. The streets were full of old buildings that fell to the ground. People wore the same blue uniforms and rode the same bicycles, forming a spectacular traffic flow.

Occasionally, a few cars passed by on the roadway, and they were all old-fashioned sedans whose brands were almost unrecognizable, square and square, like iron boxes.

Monotony, unity, and rusticity are the basic impressions of Liang Yifei.

Interestingly, under these monotonous appearances, Liang Yifei was stunned to find that everyone was very energetic!

In these years, in order to increase the salary of two yuan and transfer a half-level professional title, there are many cases of feuding among colleagues. s things.

Riding an old bicycle and dressed in shabby and old fashioned clothes, he seems to be rushing into the future!

Of course, not everyone has a smile on their faces.

I went to the police station to report to the police station first, and the policeman said with a cold face, "Be honest after you come out, report the situation immediately, and come to get your ID card in a month."

Then go home.

The area where Liang Yifei lives is a vocational factory area. The workers of several factories in Binhai City, such as cannery, soda factory, radio factory, etc., all live here. There are large bungalows, and there is a small street with a width of seven or eight meters at the entrance. The nickname is 'Little Hong Kong'.

Although the whole street looks dilapidated and narrow, it is very lively because it is the only place where workers from several factories go to and from get off work. Shampoo room'.

There were too many people on the street, and it was difficult to ride a bicycle. The two got out of the car and walked away. They met acquaintances several times on the road. I just said hello to Liang Yicheng, and when they saw Liang Yifei, who was shaved with green skin behind him, the faces of the acquaintances immediately changed. After a change, he hurriedly avoided it, like hiding from the plague.

On the other hand, there was a child, only twelve or thirteen years old, with a bottle of orange soda in his hand, ran over with a happy face: 'You...you are Brother Yifei, right? When will you take me to the stall again? ’

For a moment, I was really impressed.

Before he was imprisoned, he set up a street stall, and this child helped "himself" as a caregiver. At that time, he was paid a bottle of soda and a cream popsicle a day.

I didn't expect to recognize myself after so long.

Just as he showed a smile, he stretched out his hand to pat him on the shoulder, but when his hand touched it, an aunt rushed out from the side and dragged the child to 'fly'.

He punched his butt, and said loudly, 'I won't let you learn well! Let you not learn well! In the future, I will put you in prison and eat prison food for the rest of your life! ’

Liang Yifei smiled, not feeling very well, but he didn't say anything.

I have a normal relationship with a white man with a red top. I have done this kind of thing in my previous life. If I had children, I would not let him associate with prisoners of labor reform.

On the other hand, Liang Yicheng's face became ugly, as if it was about to rain, his lips were shaking with anger, and blue veins appeared on his temples, which could happen at any time.

Liang Yifei gently pulled Liang Yicheng's hand and said softly, "Dad, let's go home, I'm hungry."

"Yes, yes, if you don't go home today, Dad will take you to a restaurant. Eat well!"

Liang Yicheng parked his car at the entrance of a small restaurant in the middle of Xiaoxiangjiang. The front door was not big, and there was a sign on it, 'A Ping Restaurant'.

It's the point of having a meal. The business in the small restaurant is good. There are already 70 to 80% of the seats, and most of them are nearby workers dressed in the same clothes as Liang Yicheng.

The 18-inch black-and-white telephone set on the counter was playing the 1990s version of the "Fengshen Bang". The workers who came to eat were all focused on Daji, who was wearing a layer of tulle, revealing two white and tender thighs. With relish, no one noticed this man.

I found the most unobtrusive table in the corner and sat down. After a while, a young woman in her thirties wearing an apron came over.

Seeing Liang Yifei, who was shaved off the head, the young woman was stunned for a moment, and then asked affectionately, "Yo, is this Yifei?"

"Yeah, he performed well in it and his sentence was commuted."

Liang Yicheng was very polite to the woman and said: "There is no oil or water in it, I will bring him to eat something to replenish his body. Yifei, this is the lady boss, you can call Aunt Ping, yes, when Dad comes to see you Many of the dishes brought to you were made by your Aunt Ping."

Aunt Ping wiped her hands on the apron and smiled, "Hey, why are you talking about this? Brother Yicheng, it's not like you didn't pay me, I'm just doing this business."

"Aunt Ping, your craftsmanship is very good. If it weren't for your dishes, I might have been bullied in prison." Liang Yifei stood up and politely held the other person's hands.

This woman is not ugly, with a round face and a bit capable, but she is not as aggressive and sharp as the powerful women of later generations, and she looks very comfortable.

"Sit down quickly, sit and talk, just come out. If you want something to eat, Auntie will cook it for you!" Aunt Ping said.

There is a menu on the table, all of which are very common home-cooked dishes. Liang Yifei has been in prison for two lifetimes, and he is indeed greedy. In prison, you can eat enough, but there is no oil, let alone taste.

The dishes are not expensive. Pork is only 50 cents a pound these days. Liang Yicheng is a cadre of the propaganda department, and he has to have 200 yuan a month. Liang Yifei ordered several dishes, all of which were hard dishes.

"Brother Yicheng, can you and your grandfather have some wine to celebrate?" Aunt Ping asked.

Liang Yicheng hesitated for a moment, then smiled: "No, we have to talk about things tonight."

"Okay, the two of you will sit down for a while, and you'll be fine soon."

After Aunt Ping left, Liang Yicheng coughed and said in a low voice, "Yifei, if there is such a situation, Dad will discuss it with you."

The tone was cautious, not like Lao Tzu talking to his son.

Liang Yifei, who was afraid that he was released from prison, probably had a rebellious mentality. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"Dad, tell me, I'm listening." Liang Yifei said.

Liang Yicheng nodded, considered his words, and said, "You are not too young this year. Dad thinks that you are in this situation, and it is difficult to find a job. I asked you Uncle Zhou to see if you can be an apprentice in the factory. Uncle Zhou I'll come home tonight, I'll talk to you, and I should have a chat with you, don't choke when you get there, you can listen to what he says, advanced to the factory, there's a job, and then there's something else."

'Uncle Zhou' is Zhou Wanxin, the director of the cannery, a military-turned-cadre, and has a good personal relationship with Liang Yicheng. When Liang Yifei was sentenced, Zhou Wanxin also helped him to ask around.

Like many children from factories and mines, Liang Yifei has been a naughty and restless master since he was a child. When he was a child, he threw bricks and firecrackers at the cesspool. When he grew up, he fought with a group of children from outside factories and the society. Afraid that he would be taught a few words by Zhou Wanxin, he would have a bad temper and be bullied on the spot.

Zhou Wanxin is a really slaughtered character, would he be afraid that a labor prisoner would mess with him?

It's really messy, and the matter of entering the factory is yellow.

The matter of entering the factory has become a problem. My son is a reform-through-labor prisoner. Which unit dares to ask for him, and would they want him? What about life in the future?

Liang Yifei nodded obediently and said, "Dad, don't worry, I've learned a lot of things over the past few years in prison. I'll just listen to what he says."

Hearing that his son could say that, Liang Yicheng breathed a sigh of relief, and Lao Huai said "Okay" with relief, took a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder, wiped them hard, and gently placed them in front of Liang Yifei.

"As soon as you fly, the past will pass. You are only 19 and Dad is only 42. Both of us are working hard. Now the situation in the whole country is very good, and we will be able to live well in the future."

"Okay, Dad, I'll listen to you."