I remember in my previous life, from the 1977 to 86th grade, there was no one from Xishan who was admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University, Zhao Ziyu, and there was no one like her in the 1977 Tsinghua Humanities Department.
I don’t know who this person is. Could it be caused by the butterfly effect?
Lin Xiaoguang was very confused.
Last summer, he worked so hard to get only two sets of books, one set for him and Yang Lan to review, and the other set for Lin Xiaoyun to be sent to Lin Xiaoyun. Even if he sent Xiao Qinchuan, he just sent a message to him that he wanted to resume the college entrance examination.
I bought a set of teaching aids from the self-study series published by Shanghai Science and Technology Press in 1964, but the books were not given directly.
For the college entrance examination, to put it bluntly, people in the province compete for a limited number of places. If one person is successful, the other will be unsuccessful.
Lin Xiaoyun failed to go to Tsinghua University, maybe because of Zhao Ziyu.
Some secrets can only be shared with the people closest to them. This is a secret. How can outsiders know?
Moreover, in her previous life, her cousin never had Zhao Ziyu as a friend, and she never mentioned that they were educated youths on the farm. Lin Xiaoguang was certain that they had absolutely no intersection in their previous life, but now they have a very good relationship.
Why is this happening?
He felt that the matter must have been leaked. Zhao Ziyu knew about the resumption of the college entrance examination through his cousin, and he also shared the "Self-study Series of Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry" with her.
It wouldn't be anything if they were lifelong good friends.
But he didn't understand why his cousin didn't tell him clearly, but kept it secret.
At this time, seeing his cousin come out, Lin Xiaoguang was a little disinterested and shook his head: "Forget it, the matter is over, I don't bother to pursue it, you can just be happy."
"Xiaoguang, I can't help it!" Lin Xiaoyun frowned, feeling very distressed.
"Then what happened?"
Lin Xiaoguang was cold and cold. Lin Xiaoyun had never seen him like this before. For a moment, she suddenly felt that the brother in front of her was very strange. He was clearly two different people from the slug behind her ass before.
She just felt that her brother had grown up.
"There are seventeen volumes in that set of books. I was reviewing in a team at the farm, and others would not miss it. Someone reported me for reading Bai Zhuan's books. In the end, it was Zhao Ziyu who came forward and the books were returned to me. Later, she also found out about the resumption of the college entrance examination.
News, we both reviewed together. If she hadn't come forward, the production team leader would not have given us extra review time." Lin Xiaoyun bit her lip.
After a long silence, Lin Xiaoguang sighed deeply: "You have never told me these things?"
Lin Xiaoyun was helpless: "I am your sister after all. If I tell you these things, if you look down on me in the future, how can I still be your sister?"
"Sister, then you promise me that we will share the joys and sorrows together, and you must tell me if anything happens in the future." Lin Xiaoguang stared into her eyes solemnly.
"Okay, I'll tell you." Lin Xiaoyun smiled.
A little conflict was resolved in this way.
Of course Lin Xiaoguang wouldn't be angry with his cousin, but he still didn't like Zhao Ziyu very much. He always felt that this girl was very scheming.
This car started from Chang'an Station and went to Peiping Station. It was more than a thousand kilometers and took twenty-six hours. It drove at ten in the morning and didn't arrive until twelve o'clock tomorrow morning.
The train rolled over the rails, roared, and raced across the land of Sanqin.
After parking the car in Hedong City, at noon, several people gathered around to eat. Soon after the meal was finished, they were all taking a rest.
Suddenly, Lin Xiaoyun pointed out the window: "Look, that's where we go to the countryside, Weichuan Farm."
Lin Xiaoguang looked around and saw that the terrain was flat and endless, with green wheat fields growing unscrupulously.
Spring has really arrived.
"Sister, tell me about your becoming educated youth."
As an educated youth, I have personally experienced going to the mountains and countryside. For more than two years, I have told different stories about the same job every day, some of which are very beautiful, and some of which are not necessarily so. But now that I think about it, it feels like none of them matter anymore.
Lin Xiaoyun had a lot of stories to tell, and Zhao Ziyu also fell into nostalgia.
"The great man once said that educated youths go to the mountains and countryside, and there is a vast world with great potential. That year, we responded to the great man's call and went to Weichuan Farm to become an educated youth and carry out rural socialist construction."
Lin and Zhao, you say something to me, and they talk happily.
"Being an educated youth is still very hard, but it's much better when we join the ranks of educated youth. We live in dormitories, eat in collective cafeterias, and occasionally have spare time. Tzuyu sings very well."
"Are you still talking about me? Who doesn't know that you are an activist in your work?"
"Sister, what do you usually do?"
"Weichuan Farm has 30,000 acres of land. We grow three crops of winter wheat, spring cotton and autumn corn every year. We sow, weed, irrigate, harvest, and plow the land. We have to work in spring, summer and autumn, and we are not idle in winter. We have to dig ditches.
I'm very busy repairing canals." When she thought about it, Lin Xiaoyun felt that it was not easy.
"Yes, we are liberated, but the other educated youths on the farm don't know when they can go home?" Zhao Ziyu thought of her teammates.
"Don't worry. It won't be long before the educated youth will return to the city en masse. Don't worry."
Lin and Zhao both stared at Lin Xiaoguang and blurted out: "Real or false? Impossible? How do you know?"
Lin Xiaoguang actually said it on purpose. He wanted to test Zhao Ziyu's background, because the issue of educated youth has been discussed above, and maybe some people know that her father may be one of them.
He stared at Zhao Ziyu and said jokingly: "Sister Ziyu, your father is very powerful, don't you know that?"
"What does my dad know?" Zhao Ziyu looked a little uncomfortable.
Lin Xiaoguang smiled and said nothing. Lin Xiaoyun asked again, but he did not answer and avoided the topic like a loach.
The train passes through Tongguan.
Lin Xiaoyun was amazed: "Is this where Cao Cao and Ma Chao fought?"
"It's more than that..." Lin Xiaoguang shook his head: "Back then, An Lushan captured Luojing, annihilated Ge Shuhan's 200,000 Tang troops, occupied Tongguan, shocked Chang'an, and Li Longji fled west in a hurry."
Zhao Ziyu often goes out, and this is the first time in recent years. It feels different and novel.
Taking a train is actually quite interesting. You can travel 8,000 miles through the clouds and the moon, visit the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers of the motherland, and then meet a person who is very suitable for your taste and have a good conversation.
Pretty good.
The train galloped into the land of Zhongzhou and arrived at Luojing.
Luojing is a good place, the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties, but it is a pity that in the railway era, it was overthrown by a small county town.
Lin Xiaoguang was actually a little confused. Western Henan was full of mountains, and it was inconvenient to take the Luhan Road to Luojing on the west line. That was fine. Why not take the east line to Bianliang? Bianliang was a flat river, and it was the capital of Nanhe Province at that time. There was no reason to go there.
The middle line is Zhengdu, a small county town.
Sheng Xuanhuai, the minister overseeing the Lu-Han Railway, was not from Zhengdu.
He doubted whether there was any insider trading involved.
The train set off again. After arriving in Zhengdu, the train changed its route, switching from the Longhai Line to the Beijing-Guangzhou Line, crossing the Yellow River Bridge, and entering the land of Yanzhao. After a night, it was already the morning when I woke up again, and the passengers were all packing their things.
Because Beiping West Station is arriving soon.
In March of the Gregorian calendar, Beihe Province is full of spring, but less green than Guanzhong and the Central Plains.
"We've arrived at Peiping Station!" When the train arrived at the station, the announcement sounded. Everyone packed up their luggage, walked out of the train, and felt a cold air blowing against their faces when they came outside.
In early spring, in March, the spring is cold and cold.
In the imperial capital of Peiping, at the feet of the Emperor, Lin Xiaoguang was very low-key this time and did not say silly things like "I'm coming to Peking" again.
He silently carried his luggage and followed Lin Zhongping, looking up at the sky and taking a deep breath.
Today is the second day of the second month of the lunar calendar, which is commonly known as the dragon raising its head, so don’t use the hidden dragon.