A woman's urging became louder and louder in the humming noise. At the same time, there was a hand pushing him, which was arrogant and unreasonable and lacked basic respect for people.
Hong Yanwu frowned, closed his eyes and pushed away the hand that was pulling on his shoulder.
"What about you, don't sleep, get up!"
The impatient voice became more anxious, and then a hard object roughly poked his waist.
What the hell?
Hong Yanwu shuddered and opened his eyes.
A pair of angry eyes stared down at him.
Hong Yanwu was completely unprepared and jumped up from his seat. He turned over like a lively carp with its tail swung, and landed firmly on the ground with a "croak" sound.
The person who stared at him seemed to be more unexpected than to be frightened by him. He was "shocked" and took a few steps back.
"Hey, you jumped quite high. Do you think you are a grasshopper with croaking wings?"
The words were hurtful, but the accent sounded really friendly, and he spoke a standard "Beijing movie" that Hong Yanwu had not heard for a long time.
He was really confused about the situation and squinted hard to see clearly.
In front of him was a woman in her thirties or forties, holding a cloth in her hand, using the cloth stick as a weapon and pointing it at him. He was probably stabbed by this thing just now.
Before he had time to think about it, the girl spoke again, as if she had captured a spy.
"Hands up."
Hong Yanwu quickly raised his hands like a prisoner, with a confused look on his face.
The woman continued to scold her, not politely. "Why are you sleeping here? Why don't you get up even if I ask you to? Why are you pretending to be a big clown?"
Hong Yanwu still didn't respond, because he was attracted by the blue gabardine uniform of the woman. He stared at the woman who also wore a large-brimmed hat on her head. The hat emblem was actually a red five-pointed star with a road emblem in the middle.
What year is this railway uniform? Where is the show?
Hong Yanwu began to look around again with doubts.
The light in the greenhouse-like room is dim, and several old-fashioned ceiling fans on the roof are covered with dust. In the middle of the room is a row of square cement columns. The columns and the four walls are surrounded by walls painted with green paint. There are many farmers dressed up beside the walls.
There are people with luggage beside them. Most of these people are sitting on them, smoking low-quality cigarettes, looking around, or talking. In addition, there are more people carrying luggage and packages everywhere.
Hurrying, shuttling back and forth.
This theater is also extremely realistic, and it is not an ordinary nostalgic drama.
Hong Yanwu took a closer look and saw that even the seat he had just been lying on was made of old-fashioned wood, with the mottled paint almost peeling off. Moreover, the clothes of the surrounding extras were all patched and patched, making them absolutely seamless.
What about making blockbusters? How come the film quality of Chinese people has suddenly improved? And they have become more realistic?
But...why is the air so dirty? There are buzzing noises everywhere?...No, where is this? This studio is too big...could...but I did...car accident...how...
Hong Yanwu already felt that something was wrong. Because in his impression, he was already dead. But if he was already dead, why could he still feel that he was breathing now? He could even feel the smell and temperature around him.
Sound, image?
While he was wiping away the chaotic thoughts in his mind, he subconsciously touched his face. But immediately, he felt as if he had been bitten by something, and he quickly opened his palms.
This is not a pair of hands that a billionaire should have. Not only are the palms rough, but there are also a thick layer of calluses on the palms, which means that he must have been engaged in very heavy manual labor recently.
Hong Yanwu stared blankly at first, and then anxiously touched various parts of his body as if he had been stimulated.
It's okay, okay, it's all here. And this body... has energy. It's full of energy.
The same goes for the surroundings, the air is still there, the temperature is still there, and time is still flowing.
Not dead? I’m not dead! I’m definitely not dead!
Hong Yanwu almost jumped up for joy. But just when he was ecstatic about life, his surging emotions were suddenly interrupted by the fierce eyes in front of him. Because those eyes were not only angry, but eager to kill.
The resentment that ripped him apart.
"What are you doing? Why are you sick?" The woman in railway uniform gritted her teeth and looked really angry.
In shock, Hong Yanwu felt guilty for a while, "I, what's wrong?"
"I just asked you a question, but you ignored me and kept looking around, pretending to be stupid and pretending to have convulsions."
"I...I, I, I, I..." Hong Yanwu kept talking nonsense, staring blankly like a goose, and could only keep saying "I".
"Isn't it disgusting? A big man twists his butt and touches himself? Are you acting like a monkey or a gangster..."
The woman didn't stop scolding her, but halfway through the scolding, she suddenly stopped. For some reason, her face showed some panic. It wasn't until she looked at Hong Yanwu up and down several times that she blurted out again. "You? No."
Could it be a mental illness?"
When Hong Yanwu heard this, his body instantly stiffened. But it was no wonder, his posture just now was too ambiguous, and he kept touching his whole body like a resentful woman who lacked love.
He wiped the sweat from his head and denied it again and again.
Ruling out the possibility of a mental patient, the woman's expression softened slightly, and then her expression changed again as if she were flipping through a book, and she asked impatiently, "Do you have a ticket? Take it out."
Hong Yanwu took out his pockets obediently while secretly observing the surrounding environment.
...Well, this seems to be a train station waiting room. The girl in front of me should be a staff member. Yes, she is the train station attendant.
In a short time, he had rummaged through all his pockets and took out a lot of stuff, which was like a grocery store.
He held everything in his hands, including steel pipes, banknotes, food stamps, half a box of matches, two cigarette butts without filters, an old key, and two pieces of paper folded together.
Fortunately, I finally found the ticket stub.
The clerk on duty glanced at the ticket stub, then snatched the two folded papers in his hand, glanced at them twice, and returned them to him half-throwing, half-tugged. The only change was that her face became more elongated.
As it grew, it almost turned into a donkey face.
"Humph, I've already seen that you are not a good person. It turns out you are really from Chadian."
Chadian? Back from Chadian?
Hong Yanwu listened, and his heart skipped a beat again. The only time he was sent to a forced labor camp in his life was at Qinghe Farm in Chadian. But...how many years ago was that?
The loud voice of the attendant attracted many passengers to poke their heads in this direction, and many people began to come over with fresh faces.
Hong Yanwu still didn't respond. He just wanted to take a good look at the ticket stub.
But the clerk on duty was fed up and didn't give him any time. She kicked a round roll next to the seat and urged, "Take your luggage... hurry up!"
Hong Yanwu was really not impressed by this bedding, but he couldn't resist the guard on duty and chased him away like a chicken, so he had to pick it up hesitantly.
The clerk on duty thought he was slow, so he grabbed him and pulled him out. However, he just pulled his clothes and walked for a while, but suddenly stopped again.
She sniffed for a while and couldn't help but ask, "Why do you smell so bad?"
Without allowing Hong Yanwu to reply, the attendant looked at him again, and immediately made another important discovery. She immediately let go of her hand as if she had touched something dirty, and jumped up with a cry. "Oh, God, look at you.
Shoe soles…”
Just as Hong Yanwu was about to lower his head, the attendant immediately raised the mop in his hand and pushed him out of the greenhouse as if sweeping away rubbish. At the same time, she yelled as if she had been kissed by a pig, "I said it smelled like this."
?I stepped on shit! Get out of here! My land is all white!"
The crowd around him burst into laughter. Hong Yanwu was in a daze, and was scolded and kicked out by the attendant.
"Hurry up, don't waste time here if you have nothing to do. If I see you again, I will call the police."
The attendant on duty was wearing a blue uniform and looked very authoritative in the patchy environment. She gave Hong Yanwu the sternest warning with disdain on her face. It was not until she rolled out a big white eyeball as a farewell gift that she
He snorted coldly, turned over and opened the cotton curtain at the entrance of the greenhouse and went back.
At the entrance of the shed, many people who were about to come in stopped when they saw this scene. These people watching the excitement whispered one after another.
"This kid is not a thief..."
"If he had been caught earlier, could he be released? But you have to be careful, there are indeed many thieves here..."
"He was just kicked out by the guard on duty. He is probably a prisoner in the labor camp, right?"
"It's almost the same. Look at the sullen eyebrows and droopy eyes. This guy is definitely not a good bird..."
The buzzing sound was chaotic, and people kept coming to join in the fun.
Hong Yanwu couldn't care less about other people's gossip and quickly looked carefully at the ticket stub that the attendant returned to him.
It was a very narrow piece of cardboard with a notch punched on the side. This was a mark from when checking in at the station. This kind of ticket was only used at least a few decades ago and had almost faded in his memory.
The ticket has a red background and a red official seal with the word "Jinjie" on it. The ticket clearly says: Chadian Jing/to Yongdingmen Railway Station/hard-seat ordinary car/full price 3.20 yuan/. Next to the price number, there is also
There is the word "half" and the word "child". There is a cross between the two words, indicating that it is neither a half-price ticket nor a children's ticket. At the bottom of the ticket is printed "Take the designated bus on the designated day, valid within two days"
words.
Turning the ticket over again, the departure date and train number were clearly printed on the back: 4420/March 21, 1977.
1977?
I'm going!
Hong Yanwu's eyes widened, and something hit him violently in his head. His eyes were a little blurry, and his feet were weak. His hands were trembling, and he hurriedly opened the two pieces of paper in his hand.
The first piece of paper is a thin translucent letter paper, with a leave application certificate written in blue pen and ink on the paper.
The content is: This person left the labor camp after completing his term in the labor camp and is now an employee of our Qinghe Farm. He is specially granted fifteen days of family leave (from March 21, 1977 to April 4, 1977) and is allowed to return to Beijing. This is hereby certified. The following is
It is the signature of the farm director and the red official seal.
The second piece of paper was a formal printed document, with shocking black characters in Song font printed on the top: Certificate of Dismissal from Reeducation through Labor.
Let’s take a closer look at the following content: Jiezi No. 166/This is Hong Yanwu, male, 17 years old. He was admitted to the labor camp on February 28, 1976 for fighting. He performed well during the labor camp and had major problems.
For meritorious service, he was allowed to be released from reeducation through labor, hereby certify/date: March 20, 1977. The date is still stamped with the red seal of Qinghe Labor Camp.
Hong Yanwu clearly felt the weight of the seal, as if it was suddenly covering his heart, giving him a heavy blow. His whole body seemed to be electrified, his limbs and brain were numb, and all the sounds around him disappeared.
Chadian Qinghe Farm? No wonder the face on duty just now...
In the eyes of people in the capital, Chadian is synonymous with gangsters and bad guys, because it has been a place of exile for criminals in history. People in the capital know this place as long as they have been to detention centers and prisons. And those who have caused trouble are known there.
Forced laborers who are sent to Chadian for causing trouble, petty theft or fighting are often habitually called "re-education through labor prisoners".
But in fact, forced labor reeducation is not considered a criminal punishment, but can only be regarded as an administrative sanction. However, because most people cannot distinguish the difference between prisoners and reeducation through labor, they simply equate reeducation through labor with prisoners. Therefore, although reeducation through labor prisoners cannot
Although he is considered a prisoner, he is actually treated like a prisoner and suffers the same discrimination as a prisoner in society.
Hong Yanwu held the paper in his hand and was already confused.
He actually? went back to the past?
Is it true? This is too...
It's obviously impossible, but everything around me is so real.
Hong Yanwu stood dazed for a long time before he woke up from his confusion, then raised his hand and gave himself a mouthful.
"Crack!"
The slap was loud and clear.
He bared his teeth and burst into tears.
There was sudden chaos all around, and the commotion in the crowd became louder and louder.
"It was so hard. I slapped myself to tears. These five big fingerprints..." Some people looked at it very happily.
"Go quickly, this man is sick. Don't bother him..." Some people also made fearful sounds.
"What's going on? What's going on? Is it fun?" Some people rushed over to join in the fun and inquire.
"Look, this psychopath probably ran away from Anding (referring to Anding Hospital, Beijing Psychiatric Hospital.). Look, he just slaps himself for fun..." More people used their imagination to describe it to others.
With.
"Shh. Stop talking. He's looking over..."
Hearing the last sentence, Hong Yanwu had completely come to his senses. Only then did he realize that the shed was actually a waiting room, and the exit was two doors next to each other. The door where he was standing had been tightly blocked.
Those who were less anxious to come out shouted "Excuse me" and "Give way" and were struggling to squeeze out. At the other door next to it, many people who came in and out were also attracted by the excitement here. As soon as anyone stopped,
You can't move any further.
Let me go, there's a big traffic jam. Don't call the police...
Hong Yanwu suddenly woke up, picked up the bedding on the ground and squeezed out. Wherever he went, people backed away and some people shouted in horror, "The madman is coming!"
This voice immediately caused chaos in the scene, and many people ran around screaming. Those who didn't know it thought it was Mr. Niu from Bianliang, Tokyo, who had come back to life and came here for a walk.
With sharp eyes, Hong Yanwu seized a gap that flashed across the crowd and fled. After a hard squeeze and a rush, he finally broke through the layers of siege and escaped from the people who were paying attention to him.
Leaving chaos behind.
Hong Yanwu ran from south to north. It wasn't until he turned a corner to the west that he threw his luggage on the ground, stuck his head out from the corner wall and looked back.
Sure enough, he saw two policemen in blue uniforms appearing at the door of the waiting room of the greenhouse. Among the people who were watching him just now, there were still a few people looking in the direction where he ran away, as if they were very reluctant to leave him.
.
If this happens even half a beat later, it will definitely cause trouble. It's really scary.
It's true these days, the people's curiosity has become extremely high. Anyone who behaves slightly abnormally will immediately become the center of attention.
Hong Yanwu was indeed frightened. He really didn't expect that someone who was not careful would end up in such a humiliating limelight.
After a while, he took another look. Fortunately, the crowd had returned to calm. The two policemen did not pursue them, and they evacuated the people in the gathering place.
His heart felt at ease and he turned around while holding on to the wall.
This side of the corner is a small square. It is bustling with people and there are more people.
Hong Yanwu found himself under a tall concrete building. There were several long queues in front of the building. Rows of cast iron fences separated the people at the front of the queue. The place was crowded and everyone was crowded in front of the rows of wooden windows.
, there are three big characters "Ticket Office" hanging high above the window.
Some people in the team were also watching him, obviously they saw the way he fled in a hurry just now.
In order to dispel the curiosity of these people, Hong Yanwu tried his best to control his expression and behavior and stood up straight as if nothing had happened. At the same time, his heart was beating wildly.
Here? Could it be...
Hong Yanwu looked up and saw that under the eaves of the cement building, there were huge slogans on both sides of the railway logo. On the left was "Long live the great red regime!" and on the right was "Long live the invincible red thought!" The majestic slogans
, with white characters on a red background. The largest three-dimensional characters on the roof are too close and the slope is steep to be legible.
He ran a few more steps to the right, then turned to the left, looking at the building from the front again, and finally saw the four big characters on the building clearly - Yongdingmen Station.
These four words almost rushed into his eyes, causing his brain to experience another uncontrollable impact.
He looked behind him again, and saw that behind the square was the road, and across the road was a river. The other side of the river was lush and surrounded by green-painted iron fences, which seemed to be a park.
If this is Yongdingmen Railway Station, there should be Taoranting Park?
Although seeing is believing, Hong Yanwu still couldn't make a conclusion on this. He even suspected again that everything he was feeling now was just an unusually realistic dream, a dream he had before waking up. Maybe his body was being rescued in the hospital.
These are just conjectures in his mind. Maybe it's all just a coincidence, maybe it's a prank by someone, or maybe it's some damn experiment done by aliens...
There is another simple way to check.
Hong Yanwu simply ran to the ticket window to check the train timetable for the day. Naturally, he would not find the familiar LCD screen. The departure timetable was only written on a few hanging blackboards. However, when he was caught in the crowd,
After looking around for a while, I finally confirmed today's date.
That’s right, today is March 21, 1977.
Hong Yanwu stared at the numbers on the blackboard, his eyes straightened again. He really hoped to come up with a reasonable explanation, but as time passed little by little, he finally gave up because none of it made sense.
Suddenly, he thought again, if all this is true, then what he looks like...
Hong Yanwu turned around and looked around, and suddenly noticed that there were many glass windows next to the exit. Amidst a burst of inexplicable anxiety, he was unknowingly attracted and walked over. Unexpectedly, when he stopped, he saw something really bright in the reflection of the glass.
performed miracles.
It reflected a young face, thin, with short hair, and a light fluff on his upper lip. The scar on his forehead that had been with him for decades had disappeared without a trace. This dark face
His face looked familiar yet unfamiliar, his expression was both sad and happy, and he was showing an expression of surprise from ear to ear.
This is indeed him when he was seventeen years old, but it is not completely the same person he was in the past. Because the sharp eyes looking at him intently in the mirror also show the taste of vicissitudes of life, which undoubtedly proves the past.
Time is still taking its toll on him. But except for these eyes, the person reflected in the glass looks completely like a boy who has not been beaten by the experience of the world.
Although Hong Yanwu had been prepared in his heart, he was still shocked at this moment.
God, he is really alive! Moreover, he miraculously returned to March 21, 1977.
This day was the day when he returned to the capital to visit his relatives after being expelled from Christianity, and this place was definitely the place where he had just gotten off the train, Yongdingmen Railway Station.