Back to the Northeast 1970

Burning oil by lighting a lamp is absolutely not allowed in Lao Yan's house, and it is an expression of extreme waste.It's time to go to bed on the kang, which makes the already monotonous life even more boring.The children of Lao Yan's family have long been accustomed to this kind of life pattern, and in their view, this is nothing more than normal.But Yan Baoshu was just the opposite. What was different from the previous few days was that now he was preoccupied with something, and he really couldn't fall asleep peacefully for a while.

Yan Baoshu squatted on the stool with bare feet, absorbed in writing by the dim light, until Yan Baofu came in from the outhouse after washing his feet, "Baoshu, what are you writing?"

Yan Baoshu recovered from the state of narcissism, quickly put the notebook in front of his body, and said with a smile: "Second brother, you have finished washing your feet."

Yan Baofu stretched his neck, and asked with a smile: "What are you writing? Why are you so secretive?" Yan Baofu obviously had a simple and honest look, but he wanted to show a shrewd look, rolling his eyes, "Should I Wouldn’t it be to write a love letter to some girl?”

Holding the notebook, Yan Baoshu showed his white teeth in a smile: "How do you know that?"

Yan Baofu curled his lips with relish: "It seems that I guessed wrong?"

"No, you guessed it right. I just wrote a love letter. Would you like to read it?" Yan Baoshu was not guilty, but was willing to share the so-called "love letter" with Yan Baofu. It was determined that what he wrote was not a love letter.

"I don't want to read it, I'm afraid of the eye of a needle." Yan Baofu's smile deepened, "Hurry up and write, you won't be able to write even after my mother finishes her work." Yan Baofu turned around and put the rag on the chair next to the fire wall On his back, he stretched his waist and opened his mouth wide and yawned.

Yan Baoshu is used to squatting on the stool, even in the past, he has long been used to this kind of action.Like a monkey, Yan Baoshu turned around on the stool nimbly, and said with a smile on his face, "Second brother, come here with your ears, and I'll whisper to you."

"What are you whispering?" Yan Baofu walked over curiously, bowed his head and lowered his head, "What's the matter, let's talk."

Yan Baoshu covered his mouth with his hands, and said with a smile: "Second brother, you really don't plan to read it? Then you can write two love poems for Miss Wang or something?"

Yan Baofu blushed immediately, the reaction was quite violent, and he jumped aside like a spring, "What are you talking about, I'm going to sleep, you should write quickly." Yan Baofu fled, got into the bed and covered him with a quilt Face.

Yan Baoshu held back his laughter very hard, shaking his shoulders and turning around, when he put the notebook in his arms flat on the table, he couldn't laugh anymore.Just now Yan Baoshu only cared about playing with Yan Baofu, but he didn't think of anything because of Yan Baofu's actions. Now that he has calmed down, he can't help sighing, men who can blush are rare. Which lucky girl has.

Yan Baoshu shook his head vigorously, then withdrew his thoughts and continued to bow his head to "create" his "Eighteen Falls of Undressing".

Although there was a shortage of materials in the 70s, it was an era full of talented people. Soon after, the so-called "misty poetry" would slowly emerge like grass in the cracks of bricks, breed, and grow wildly.Yan Baoshu didn't dare to be compared with these great writers and talents, but if he wanted to fool Lu Xiangbei, he still dared to take practical actions.

Yan Baoshu and Lu Xiangbei reached a verbal agreement, and he was not afraid that Lu Xiangbei would go back on his word, because he knew this type of people very well—brotherhood and promises were the most important things for this type of people, perhaps this is what people like in this age One of the unique features.

This book created by Yan Baoshu is very simple, with a clear structure. There are only [-] chapters in total, and each chapter can become a short story independently, including the little widow and the old bachelor, the fireworks girl and the rich boy, the proletarian poor boy and the rich man. Miss class and so on... At the end, Yan Baoshu plans to give Lu Xiangbei a heavy-tasting dish, black dog and...

Yan Baoshu was amused by his own thoughts, he never knew that he would have such a bad taste, even a little close to the edge of "vulgar".An idea is an idea after all, and we have to wait and see whether we can put it into action or not.And the most important thing right now is that Yan Baoshu has to rack his brains to come up with [-] postures, which is a bit difficult for him, he can't include all the hanging grape trellises, right?

Jin Guiqin finished her work around ten o'clock. She came in from the outhouse and put her apron on the clothesline on the fire wall. Then she came to Yan Baoshu's side, looked down at the writing on the book and said, "This Haven't gone to school for a while, missed a lot of classes, right?"

Jin Guiqin didn't know much, Yan Baoshu didn't need to hide it, and said calmly with a smile: "Well, I have fallen a lot, but don't worry, your son is so smart, I can catch up in a day or two."

Jin Guiqin smiled and said, "Mom knows you're smart, so don't worry." Jin Guiqin looked away, turned around and sat on the top of the kang and took off her shoes. After she got into bed and lay down, Yan Yonggui said, "What do you do during the day when you are burning oil? Go, your brother and Baolong will get up early tomorrow, so hurry up and go to bed."

Yan Baoshu didn't speak, quickly put away the book and stuffed it into the satchel, then packed a few books according to the class schedule, then jumped off the chair, pulled his shoes to the top of the kang, lifted the quilt and got in, Yan Baofu Suddenly poked his head out from under the quilt, and said with a smile all over his face, "Be scolded."

Yan Baoshu pouted, and said in a low voice after lying down: "Second brother, you can just gloat, I will tell our parents about you and Miss Wang in the morning."

"Hey hey." Yan Baofu begged in a very low voice: "Second brother is wrong, please don't tell our parents, it's really too late for this."

Yan Baoshu felt relieved, closed his eyes with a smile and said, "I'll make you gloat."

"Second brother is wrong, really wrong." Yan Baofu moved to Yan Baoshu's side, squeezed past Yan Baoshu with a quilt, then he stretched out his hand from under the quilt, and patted Yan Baoshu's body, "sleep , the second brother coaxes you to sleep."

Yan Baoshu chuckled, "Then... for the sake of coaxing me to sleep, I won't talk about it for now."

Just as Yan Baofu was about to speak, the room suddenly darkened. It turned out that Yan Yonggui stretched out his hand to pull the light cord. After lying down, he still did not forget to reprimand him, "Why are you still sleeping?"

In the dark, the two brothers stopped talking, only Yan Baofu's hand was gently patted on Yan Baoshu's chest, as if he was really coaxing Yan Baoshu to sleep.

Yan Baoshu closed his eyes. He admitted that he enjoyed the process very much. The former "he" really wanted to have an older brother. Apart from being able to be protected, he wanted his "brother" to take on the important task of continuing the incense.It's a pity that it was just an assumption after all, and he didn't have the courage to confess everything to his family until he came here.

Yan Baoshu slept very soundly this time, and when he woke up the next morning, Yan Baofu was already fully dressed and sitting in front of the desk to eat.Yan Baoshu lifted the quilt and sat up, with sleepy eyes, he said, "Second brother, why are you up so early?"

Hearing the sound, Yan Baofu turned around and said with a smile: "The team is busy today, I have to go early." After finishing speaking, Yan Baofu put down his chopsticks, reached out and took the satchel from the side, "It's almost time, I have to go." Yan Baofu came out in a hurry In less than two seconds, he actually stepped back, "Come back early tonight, Second Brother will bring you sugar cane to eat."

Yan Baoshu nodded and smiled, "Understood."

After Yan Baofu left, Yan Baolong also sat up from the bed, rubbed his eyes and said, "When the second brother left, did he say he brought sugar cane back at night?"

Yan Baoshu hummed and got off the kang. In the next half an hour, he washed his face, brushed his teeth, ate breakfast, and then left the house with his satchel.It seemed that it had snowed in the middle of the night last night, and the snow on the road felt much thicker than yesterday. He walked slowly towards the railway east with clumsy steps.

"Baoshu, wait for me."

Yan Baoshu stopped when he heard Gong Xiaohai's cry, turned around and waited for him.

Gong Xiaohai was wearing very thick clothes, and he ran like a clumsy bear. When he ran over, Yan Baoshu joked: "Look at yourself, you've caught up with the blind bear."

Gong Xiaohai raised his hand to straighten the cotton cap on his head, and said with a smile, "Where are you going to find a pretty blind man like me?"

"I think you are a blind bear."

Gong Xiaohai came to Yan Baoshu's side with a playful smile, put on a farmer's posture and said, "Hey, have you seen Chunfeng?"

"Who?" Yan Baoshu didn't remember who it was when he heard Gong Xiaohai mention this name.

Gong Xiaohai gave a vigorous "tsk", and glanced at the pedestrians in front of him, "Chunfeng, if it weren't for her, you wouldn't be regarded as a class enemy by Chen Hongbing!"

"Oh." Yan Baoshu looked towards the crowd in front, and saw a girl with big braids suddenly stopped. She turned her head, and the moment she saw Yan Baoshu, her eyes immediately brightened, mixed with a trace of embarrassment. I hide my shame.

Yan Baoshu is very familiar with this kind of feeling, that is the demeanor that he will show when he likes someone, but...Yan Baoshu can't accept Chunfeng's behavior like this, perhaps, this has something to do with his liking for men in his bones.

The author has something to say:

In other words, the "obscure poetry" in the 70s was very popular, and was especially admired by college students. There was Huang Xiang in the south and Bei Dao in the north. These two absolute pioneers of obscurity poetry.

Haha, you should be familiar with which book the hanging grape trellis comes from, right?