Stylistic road

Chen Mingliang woke up slowly, feeling like he was riding a ferry in the Yellow River when he was a child.

He grew up by the Yellow River since he was a child, and the water he drank was really Yellow River water.The Yellow River is a seasonal river. It freezes in winter and can be visited by people. After a person is leaked, people dare not step on it. In summer, the river is very large, turbulent when there is wind, and calm when there is no wind.

At that time, the Yellow River hadn't built floating bridges, it was the kind of floating bridges made up of small boats.The means of crossing the river at that time was very simple, that is, a steel cable was pulled on both sides of the bank, and the ship rope was set on the steel cable. People in shallow water would cross the river with a pole, and when the water was deep, they would pull the cable.

When the wind blows, the boat is swaying, fear and easy to lose balance, most people can't bear it, and they will vomit.

Chen Mingliang has sat a few times, every time he feels uncomfortable.

He felt that the whole world was spinning.

Lying on the bed, he felt that he was accelerating clockwise for a while, and then spinning counterclockwise for a while.

It seemed that something was violently hitting my brain, like a big mountain and a big rock, with a strong sense of oppression, with tinnitus, and it was misty.

The thing was far away at once, and very near at once.

It also seemed that something like an awl was drilling desperately in the temple, and the head hurt and heavy.

Faintly fell asleep again.

Faintly woke up again.

My lips were so dry, I swallowed my mouth, my throat was hot and sore.

This should have been vomiting, the pain in the esophagus and the throat with burning stomach, and the smell of alcohol with some vomiting taste.

This is a hangover, I really don't want to wake up!.

Chen Mingliang feels so lonely!.

In the 20 years of Roulian Factory, there are no particularly good friends around, and there are a lot of friends who play with them, and they can't make friends, because he will mock you and think you can't live better than him.

There was originally a family, but I felt that the distance from my mother and younger brother was getting farther and farther.

And grandparents are no longer there, and they didn't deal with each other very well.

It is better to be drunk when you wake up.

I was awake, but pretended to be sleeping.

The exhaustion and uncomfortable feelings of drinking will drive you to get up. You can't violate some physical needs. People have three urgency.

I can't pull everything into my crotch, and I'm not a vegetable. I'm lazy for a while, get up early to wash clothes.

Open your eyes, it's dark all around.

It seemed that there was another pulsation of light.

The field of vision gradually became clear, turning his head to look, about three to five meters away from the bed, it seemed that there was a flame licking the bottom of the pot, swaying with heat and light.

It should be the stove, it's big and warm, with a familiar and unfamiliar feeling.

Wrong, where's the flame, this is my own home!

Although I can't hold it anymore, I still have my own home now!

Is this on fire? How can there be an open flame!

Chen Mingliang is sober!!

Turned over and got off the bed, barefoot and familiarly slip into the cold shoes, slippery, so strange.

I can't see the situation clearly, and almost staggered.

Reaching out to touch the bedside lamp, there is no familiar button in the familiar position.

The head of the bed is empty!I haven't touched the wall, let alone switch.

Besides, my bedroom doesn't seem to be that big!.

He kicked his shoes and continued groping forward ignorantly, when he encountered a diagonal rope in mid-air.

"Click"

light is on.

This is the kind of 60-watt incandescent light bulb, the kind that can't be taken out by accident.

Some people are very curious and can use this kind of light bulbs everywhere.

Not to mention the brightness of the bulb is a bit dazzling, the round bulb is full of greasy, and it emits a dim but bright light from below.

The field of vision gradually returned, and Chen Mingliang was shocked!

In front of me were two very big pots, a stove made of cement and a big black pot made of pig iron. The pot was thick, black and big.

It's normal to be alone with Ben.

Good guy, the diameter of the pot is at least one meter and five meters, and there are many layers of bamboo baskets on the iron pot.

This kind of bamboo basket is also relatively common. It is traditionally used for steamed buns, but it is generally not so big.

On each side of the drawer, there are two protruding racks. This layer is stacked, at least one person high. If you want to take the highest layer of steamed buns, stand on a stool and stand on your toes.

This is a fucking big kitchen!

The area of ​​this kitchen is really big, and the room is very tall, and it's dark.

From the tile roof, you can also see an overhead small house on the top of the roof, with small windows on the front and back to show the night light.

It is the air diffuser at the top of the kitchen. Steamed buns are used to emit steam. It is very traditional and practical.

The room can be seen carefully.

This large kitchen is the size of three ordinary houses, and is separated by two pine girders.

Relatively empty.

There are several packages of dark things hanging on the beams, and there are hanging hats on them, which should be to guard against the meat that rats eat.

Looking back to my side again, a broken bed stood in the corner of the wall, with both sides of the bed leaning against the wall, saving me falling off in the middle of the night.

There was a pile of black piles on the other end of the bed. It should be a pile of coal, standing on the longer side of the bed.

A few meters away from the bed, there were two big pots, one of which was still burning coal and firewood, slowly burning.

The windows and doors of the canteen are exposed to light from outside, and they are not too closed, and they feel a little leaky.

Leaning against the back wall is a drain faucet and a row of cement chopping boards. There are tall vegetables on the ground, which should look like cabbage, winter melon and potatoes.

This is the main dish of this season.

where is this place?, Where am I from?,who am I?, I think everything is familiar.

Look down and look at yourself again, I'll go!The dress is really fashionable.

There is a small black padded jacket on the upper body, and only two buttons can be fastened. The other buttons are long gone, so get rid of it yourself.

The cuffs of the cotton-padded jacket are also ragged, and all the cotton is leaking. The cotton is not white, and the yellow is black and a bit sloppy.

Under the dim light, I could see his hands and Lao Gao with swollen backs.It looks like it should be cold, and the fingers are not very flexible. The heels of the two little fingers are cracked. When you move, you can still feel a bit of pain.

A pair of thick long trousers with fleece on the lower body is also quite old and can only cover the ankles, which is short.

And I can feel that there should be no underwear in the long trousers, and the wind is blowing in from the front door. The little brothers are pumping, and the ankles are also chilly.

There was a pair of old cotton trousers in the back of the bed, and a dark blue-green military coat covered by a quilt embroidered with large peony flowers, of the same style by Andy Lau.

It seemed to be the one that my father Chen Changshou often wore when he was alive. It was accompanied by a hat with big ears. After paying it, I inherited it. After wearing it for many years, the hat disappeared.

When it was his younger brother's turn to wear them, he finally found nothing. His younger brother never wore his remaining clothes.

After so many years, I didn't expect to see this military coat again now.

What's wrong?!

This scene seems to be where I lived when I was in junior high school!

This is the school canteen where I live in a work-study program!The student canteen of Chenpo Township Middle School!

This is watching the cafeteria vigil by myself, making my own dormitory by the way.

Chen Mingliang is of good health and poor at home. He can use a good knife to shave meat and chop vegetables.

When I was in junior high school, I didn't recommend myself to go to the cafeteria, and only showed some basic skills, and then I was recruited by the school cafeteria.

The Chief Secretary also said that if you drop out of school, you will work steadily in the cafeteria, and you will have food.

It’s still in school, and the cafeteria takes care of food and housing, and there is a subsidy of 20 yuan a month.

It's already expensive.

Chen Mingliang cherishes this opportunity and is very diligent.Kneading steamed buns, cutting vegetables, cleaning, everything is very capable.

The drawer with the steamed buns is very heavy, and two people have to carry it, so he can carry it by himself; after steaming the steamed buns, leaving such a big pot of swill, no one else wants to move it.He also scooped out by himself, and raised it by himself.

Guarding the cafeteria, there is no shortage of food and drink, and I have also exercised skills with the chefs and improved food.

The body is getting stronger and stronger. By the second year of the junior high school, it has only been more than a year since I arrived in junior high school.

This situation should be his first drunk bar.

I used to accompany my father or relatives to drink a little occasionally, some people care about it and don't drink too much.

This time I let go and drank it.

The cause was the marriage of the son of the chief secretary of the canteen. The chefs all went to drink the wedding wine. After the wine, they packed a lot of big pieces of braised pork and brought back a bucket of white wine in a white plastic bucket of 10 kg.

Chen Mingliang re-simmered a pot of pork and cabbage with half-cooked braised pork, and for the big winter festival, after all, it's almost the New Year holiday.

Several chefs drank small wine with pork in the evening, very pleasant.

Chen Mingliang also drank it, but he drank high after being persuaded by the chefs.

It may be that the quality of the wine was not good enough. Chen Mingliang remembered this in his previous life, and he felt uncomfortable for more than a week.

When I drank white wine later, I felt nauseous and couldn't swallow the white wine in my mouth. Since then, I rarely drink white wine.

The memory came back slowly like a tide, and it felt like I had a long, long dream.

Chen Mingliang finally remembered!

The year of deep intoxication should be 1997, the year of Hong Kong's return.

However, it will be 1998.

It should be the deep winter of 1997, and I don’t know which day it will be.

This year, I am in the second year of junior high school, but during the Chinese New Year this year, a distant uncle will arrange a major event to change his destiny.

The township government was about to set up a special slaughterhouse. Uncle Grandpa asked himself for an indicator, and after discussing with his mother, he dropped out of school.

I carefully looked around and checked myself carefully, confirming that I had really returned to the age when I was still studying more than 20 years ago.

The school cafeteria is very far away from the public toilets. It is blinded by black lights. As long as it is not a large size, it is rare to go that far.

Directly out of the back door of the canteen, clinging to the stars, slipped to the corner of the playground and hushed it out, then came back tremblingly, and got back into the bed.

It's still warm in the bed.