Rebirth in the 1980s: Xiaoxiao's road to becoming a top student

1987

In late May, the weather was unusually hot.

A supply and marketing cooperative in a village in the north.

"Bang!" A crisp shattering sound came from the small compartment.

"Bang!" A heavy object fell to the ground.

Yan Guoqing, who was greeting customers behind the counter, and Yin Xiu, who had just returned from school, were both startled and walked into the cubicle.

The scene before him made all the color drain from Yin Xiu's face.

The juice from the broken orange can was spreading out, and broken glass was splattered everywhere.

His five-year-old daughter was lying on the ground with an overturned stool at her feet. Her forehead was resting on a large piece of glass at the bottom of the bottle, and blood was already flowing down her cheeks.

My daughter seemed to be stupid and dazed, not crying or making a fuss!

Yan Guoqing stepped forward and picked up his daughter. He stretched out a trembling hand to cover his daughter's forehead, then turned and ran towards the village doctor's house.

Yin Xiu took two steps forward, turned around, walked into the counter, grabbed a handful of loose money, stuffed it into his pocket without counting, picked up his son who was sleeping in the cart on the counter, and chased after him.

The sharp pain on her forehead brought Yan Xiaoxiao back to her senses. She looked at the young face in front of her in disbelief.

"Xiao, Xiao, don't be afraid! We'll be at your uncle's house soon!"

The familiar voice made Xiaoxiao's heart beat faster. Her father held her in one hand and covered the wound on her forehead with the other, and ran into the village doctor's house panting.

The village doctor was shocked to see that the two were covered in blood, and quickly asked the father and daughter to go into the east wing where patients were treated.

Yan Xiaoxiao was still in a daze, with only her eyes moving occasionally.

The room was very small and contained a set of Chinese medicine cabinets, a table, a single bed, and not much room to stay.

The smell of Chinese medicine filled her nostrils. She was very weak when she was young and was a frequent visitor here every time the seasons changed.

Yan Xiaoxiao hissed softly as she felt a sharp pain on her forehead.

After a while, the disinfection was completed, and they started to give her anesthesia and prepare to suture the wound.

The mother came carrying her younger brother. She felt relieved when she heard that her daughter's bones were fine but the wound was deep and needed stitches.

Yan Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes, her head still feeling dizzy.

After a while, he looked at his chubby hands, then raised his head and glanced around.

That's right, when she was five years old, she was greedy and stepped on a stool to get a can on the table. As a result, she fell and happened to fall on the glass, leaving a seven or eight centimeter wound on her forehead.

My mother said that I had to get five stitches. Fortunately, the wound was at the root of my hair, otherwise I would have been disfigured. Every time my mother mentioned it, she was terrified.

"Okay, you need five stitches in total. Remember to come and change the dressing every day. I'll prescribe some anti-inflammatory medicine for you to take when you go back."

The village doctor warned again: "Don't touch water. My medical skills are limited and it will definitely leave a scar. Fortunately, it is close to the roots of the hair. I can leave a fringe in the future to cover it."

Yan Guoqing and Yin Xiu thanked them profusely and were glad that the child was fine.

After settling the medical expenses and suture fees of more than ten yuan, the two of them each carried one child and walked back slowly. They didn't feel it when they came, but they realized their legs were weak when they walked back.

Slowly returning to the supply and marketing cooperative, grandpa Yin Hongjun was already waiting there after hearing the news.

"How did this happen? Is the child okay?" As soon as he saw his daughter and son-in-law, Yin Hongjun asked anxiously in his characteristic loud voice.

"Dad, there are no broken bones, just a few stitches." Yan Guoqing said quickly. He was a little afraid of his father-in-law.

Yin Hongjun saw that his granddaughter's face was pale and she looked like she was frightened. She was staring at him blankly, so he forced out what he thought was a kind smile.

Turning to his daughter and son-in-law, he said coldly, "You two can't just make money, you also have to take care of the children and be more careful!"

Yin Hongjun had a dark face and scolded the two men for almost an hour before leaving.

Yan Guoqing wiped the sweat from his forehead. His father-in-law was worthy of being the village chief. He still had some authority when he scolded people.

Seeing her husband's cowardly look, Yin Xiu rolled her eyes, put her son in the stroller, gave him a toy to play with by himself, and gently asked her daughter lying on the bed if her wound hurt and what she wanted to eat for lunch.

"Mom, I want to eat the dumpling soup you made!" Yan Xiaoxiao's eyes were a little red. She dreamed of tasting it again.

Yin Xiu agreed and went to prepare lunch.

Yan Xiaoxiao couldn't help but raise her lips when she thought of her grandfather's majestic appearance. Her memory of her grandfather was that he scolded her parents with a stern face and that slightly scary smile.

Lying on her back on the simple wooden bed, facing the high triangular gray roof, Yan Xiaoxiao turned her head to look around the house.

In the small cubicle of about 10 square meters, Yin Xiu was cooking lunch on a honeycomb coal stove. Next to her, on the ground, there was an unpacked cardboard box, and her younger brother was sitting on it playing with toys.

From time to time, the voices of Yan Guoqing and the villagers who came to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things could be heard outside the compartment.

Yan Xiaoxiao's eyes felt sore again. She was really reborn!

Xiaohe Village is located in the north. It is a small village with only more than 300 households, and 80% of the villagers have the surname Yan.

Yin Xiaoxiao still remembers how she introduced her hometown to people in her previous life: Standing in the middle of the village, looking east, south, west and north, you can see the end in every direction.

My grandfather Yin Hongjun was able to become the village chief because he was fair enough and was a veteran Red Army soldier.

He and Yan Xiaoxiao's grandfather were not only from the same village, but also had been comrades in the same trench. However, Yan Xiaoxiao's grandfather died early due to his own injuries. Before his death, he arranged for his youngest son to marry Yin Hongjun's second daughter Yin Xiu.

Yan Guoqing joined the army after graduating from high school. He was discharged three years later and married Yin Xiu. He contracted the only supply and marketing cooperative in the village. Yin Xiu, who also graduated from high school, taught in the village primary school.

The couple separated a small room from the supply and marketing cooperative and ate and slept there for convenience.

Behind the supply and marketing cooperative is the brigade headquarters, which is located in the very center of the village.

Yan Xiaoxiao's grandfather Yin Hongjun's house is just across the street. Usually Yin Hongjun is either at home or at the brigade headquarters, so he can receive news first if anything happens.

After lunch, Yan Xiaoxiao's wound was still very painful, but her soul was that of an adult after all, so she could still bear it.

It’s just a little bit difficult to live without a mobile phone or a computer, but it’s nothing compared to the joy of rebirth.

Yin Xiu took a leave of absence in the afternoon and stayed at home to take care of Yan Xiaoxiao and her younger brother.

At night, a dim light bulb was hung on the high ceiling, and the sound of the television echoed throughout the room, mixed with the occasional laughter and play of children.

Yan Xiaoxiao was lying on the bed, her ears buzzing from the sound of the TV. The only TV in the village was placed on the wall of the supply and marketing cooperative.

As long as there is electricity at night, adults and children in the village will bring small stools and sit outside the supply and marketing cooperative to watch TV.

On the left side of the supply and marketing cooperative’s entrance, there is a square hollowed out in the high wall where the TV is placed. It is usually covered with a wooden board, but with the eaves it is not afraid of getting wet when it rains.

There is no need to change channels on TV nowadays because you can only receive one channel.

Every night, all you have to do is climb up the ladder, remove the board, and press the power button.

Yan Xiaoxiao looked at the big black butt of the TV on the wall, and heard the countdown of the news broadcast, followed by the music that was engraved in her bones.

She felt itchy inside, and even though she knew the TV was black and white and very small, she just wanted to go out and take a look.

She bent down to get out of bed, and Yin Xiu happened to come in and hurriedly stopped her, "Xiaoxiao, go back and lie down quickly, you can't go out, there are too many children outside, if they accidentally touch you, it will be bad if the wound splits. Be good! Go and lie down quickly!"

Yan Xiaoxiao had no choice but to lie back on the bed. At this moment, one of Yin Xiu’s students came to buy something and called out “Teacher Yin!” from outside.

Yin Xiu gave his daughter a warning look and hurried out.

Yan Xiaoxiao's heart skipped a beat; she had forgotten something important.