Zhang Ru was already very busy. Even though her father Song was responsible for the selection of the place to go to the countryside, she was worried that she would completely ignore it. She also made a lot of conditions with his father, such as not going to the south where it is wet and wet in winter. My daughter couldn't bear the cold. She couldn't go to a place that was too poor and had strong folk customs. She was afraid that her daughter would be bullied. She couldn't go to a place that was too far away and waited. It made Father Song's head feel swollen.
A few days later, when Song's father came back from get off work in the evening, he handed Zhang Ru a note. Song's father had already decided on the place where he would go to the countryside. The names were all given. It was a small village in Qingshan Commune in Beicheng, Liujia Village. , Father Song is not reporting blindly. He has also inquired about it. The harvest in this village is better than other villages every year. The people in the village can also have enough to eat. The folk customs are relatively simple. The educated youth are also treated well and there will be no harsh treatment. The key to the phenomenon of educated youth is that he has a high school classmate there who can help him with anything.
When Zhang Ru came to her senses, her eyes darkened, and she was so angry that she wanted to yell. She said she would not let her go any further. It would take a whole day and a night to take the train from her home in Heilongjiang Province, and it would be troublesome to come back in the future.
Seeing that she was really angry, Song's father quickly explained that it was not because he didn't want to sign up closer to the countryside. The registration for this batch of people going to the countryside had already started. They were already too late. The better places had been snatched up long ago, so it was dark. The only thing that saved him this place was that he found someone to send something as a gift to get his daughter in.
"Actually, Beicheng is not bad. Although it is a bit far away, the winter there is long, and there is almost no work in winter. In other places, work is non-stop all year round!" Father Song said.
Zhang Ru made some sense when he thought about it.
"By the way, Lao Sun from the educated youth camp said that because we arrived late, we left in a hurry. This group of educated youth will leave in a week, so we need to prepare things for Wanwan quickly."
The anger that Zhang Ru had just thought about came up again. If the child hadn't still been here, she might have scolded him a few times. At such an old age, nothing he could do was reliable.
Time was tight, and Zhang Ru didn't have time to feel sad about the spring and autumn. There were quite a lot of things to buy in one plan, and some things were not bought just when he wanted to. He had to find someone to exchange tickets for things, and there was not enough time.
Zhang Ru was busy every day, piling things at home little by little like ants moving. In order to make Song Yingwan live comfortably in the countryside, Zhang Ru felt that the house was about to be empty, so she made two new quilts and bought Got a watch, which was a rare commodity at this time. He pulled several feet of cloth and made several sets of clothes for Song Yingwan. Song Yingwan didn't say anything. After all, most of the original owner's clothes were skirts, which were not suitable to wear in the countryside.
Even Song's father went home as soon as he got off work these days and did not run out. Song Yingchen was the last one to know that Song Yingwan was going to the countryside. Everyone had forgotten about him.
When he found out, he didn't say anything. He just sat there by himself and shed tears. When Song Yingwan noticed it, the clothes on his chest were all wet.
Song Yingwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Okay, it's not like I won't come back. Just be good at home and listen to your parents. I will be back during the New Year."
Song Yingchen pursed his lips and said nothing.
"I'm not at home. You have to study hard. When I come back, I will check your study status. If you don't study hard, I won't come back." Song Yingwan touched his head.
Song Yingchen suddenly raised his head, his face full of disbelief, and his eyes were filled with tears, as if he was saying that I am so sad, but you can still say this, you are really my sister.
Seeing how pitiful he was, Song Yingwan softened her voice and said, "You can write to me in the future and I will reply to you."
Song Yingchen's eyes turned red again, "Then you must reply to me."
After a pause, he said, "Sister, when I grow up, I will pick you back up. If I go to the countryside instead, I will buy you a lot of delicious food every day."
"Okay, sister, wait." Song Yingwan's eyes felt a little hot, and her heart felt warm.
This silly boy!
In a blink of an eye, it was the day to go to the countryside. The night before, Zhang Ru went to Song Yingwan's room and took her to give her instructions for a long time. Although she had said these words before, Song Yingwan didn't feel irritated. In her previous life, she often heard people say that she hated her mother's nagging the most, but she didn't quite understand. How could she feel irritated when someone cared about her?
No matter how reluctant we are, we always have to say goodbye. Song Yingwan was woken up by Zhang Ru at dawn the next day, and he had to leave early because of the long distance.
When she got up, she found that Zhang Ru had cooked all the meals. Song's father had also gotten up early. There were pancakes and boiled eggs that Zhang Ru baked for her on the table. They were for her to eat on the road. What she ate in the morning was Dumplings, I don’t know what time they got up, so I didn’t hear a single sound.
The dumplings have thin skin and big fillings. They are full of juice when you bite them, which makes people have endless aftertaste. Song Yingwan thinks this is the most delicious dumpling she has ever eaten, because these are the dumplings made by her mother!
When she left, Zhang Ru packed a full lunch box for her. It was packed with old-fashioned aluminum lunch boxes. Song Yingwan felt that this was enough for her to eat two meals.
It was Song's father who sent her off when she left. The night before, Song Yingchen had vowed to get up and take Song Yingwan to the station. She slept better than anyone else this morning, but no one went to call him. Many people at the station were afraid that someone would not pay attention. What happens again?
Zhang Ru had to go to work after breakfast. Song Yingwan was afraid that she would be in a hurry, so he didn't let her go. After persuading Zhang Ru for a while, she agreed. When they walked downstairs, Song Yingwan looked back and saw Zhang Ru still lying on the railing looking at her. Her heart was warm and she waved to Zhang Ru. This time she really turned around and left. Look back.
After arriving at the station, her train hadn't arrived yet. Song's father helped her carry her luggage, so Song Yingwan left to relax. She didn't bring anything with her, just two quilts, one new and one old. The original quilt was Ru asked her to bring two new beds with her, but Song Yingwan didn't want them because she was afraid they would be too conspicuous, as well as some clothes and small things.
While I was thinking about it, Father Song's words came to my ears.
"Wanwan, if anything happens when you go there, I'll see your Uncle Chen. I've already made an agreement with him." Uncle Chen is Song's father's high school classmate, and Song's father has already said hello.
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"Don't hold on if you can't do it. We don't rely on that for food. Your parents can support you. And from now on, you will be on your own. Be careful about what you say and do. Don't be so stupid that everyone will believe it." Listening to the slight voice. Trembling, slightly heavy.
"Yes, Dad, I understand, don't worry"
"Wanwan..."
Father Song was just about to speak again when he heard the train coming. The conductor was greeting passengers to get on the train. It was too late to say anything. Father Song also hurriedly packed his luggage and pushed forward. He did not forget to turn around and tell Song Yingwan: "Wanwan, hurry up." "Follow me."
Song Yingwan also hurriedly followed. There were so many people, and it would be difficult to find them if they were scattered.
When it was Song Yingwan's turn, the conductor checked the ticket and asked Song Ying to board the train at night. Song's father hurriedly gave her luggage, and was in a panic, without having time to say goodbye properly.
After getting into the car, Song Yingwan suddenly heard Song's father shouting from behind: "Wanwan, don't forget to write a letter to home when you get here."
When Song Yingwan looked back, he saw that Song's father was about to be washed away, and he shouted back.
After struggling for a while, Song Yingwan finally packed her luggage, and Song Yingwan was so exhausted that she was sweating all over.
Because he felt sorry for Song Yingwan's difficult journey, Song's father specially found someone to get a berth. It was an upper berth, which was quite clean.
A private room has two beds and a table in the middle. The space is very small, but compared to those who sit on hard seats, it is very good.
When Song Ying arrived late, there were already two people in the box. They were both girls. One had a round face and looked easy to get along with, while the other had a square face and a dark complexion. They both wore two braids and looked at each other. They nodded to each other and said nothing. After a while, another person came, also a girl, wearing a Bragi skirt and small leather shoes on her feet. She looked cute and delicate, with fair skin, which stood out among the yellow and black skin. At first glance, it seems that he comes from a good family.
Song Yingwan's appearance can be considered to be excellent, with a gentle face, bright eyes and white teeth, but because he didn't want to be too conspicuous when going to the countryside, he wore a dark suit and simply did a braid, but his appearance and temperament are still inconsistent. Being stared at, this person just happened to help her attract the firepower, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Because this girl came the last, there was only one bed left on the lower bunk near the window. She seemed not very satisfied, but she didn't say anything, she just frowned.
After the train started, Song Yingwan lay on her bed, not wanting to get down unless necessary. But when it was time for lunch, I had to go down. It was also at this time that everyone in the box gathered on the small long table.
The train was not ventilated and there were many people, it was a bit stuffy, and the smell was not good. Song Yingwan also lost her appetite, so she took out the cakes and eggs Zhang Ru had prepared for her and ate them with boiled water.
In fact, Song Yingwan's cake was both white flour and egg, so it was already in good condition. She saw that the round-faced girl in the same box also had the cake, but it was a bit black. It should be made from multigrain noodles. , the other one took a steamed bun, which looked hard, and just held it and gnawed on it with the pickles. Needless to say, the girl who came last brought meat buns and braised pork in her lunch box, which attracted many pairs of eyes. The resident looked into her lunch box.
The Bragi girls may also find that their food is much better than that of their peers, and they feel a little embarrassed for a while.
"Um... I brought too much and I can't finish it myself. Do you want to have a taste too?"
The other two people shook their heads when they heard what she said and didn't dare to glance around. Song Yingwan naturally refused.
Seeing that they all refused, the girl didn't force herself anymore, but the atmosphere in the carriage was no longer as solid as before.
"Are you all going to the countryside? Anyway, I am going to the countryside." Her tone was brisk, as if going to the countryside was nothing to worry about.
"Well, that should be the case. Our carriage should be filled with young people heading north to the countryside." Another girl replied.
"That's great. Maybe we can be assigned to the same place. Let's introduce ourselves, get to know each other, and take care of each other in the future."
"Then let's start with me. My name is Xia Yun. I come from Qingcheng and go to the countryside to Beicheng. Nice to meet you all."
It turned out that her name was Xia Jun. Only then did Song Yingwan know her name, but the name seemed inexplicably familiar.
"Hello, my name is Tang Xiaotang. I come from Rongcheng and also go to Beicheng." As her name suggests, the little girl also smiles sweetly.
"Hello, my name is Yang Mei. I come from Yicheng, and I also go to Beicheng." Yang Mei looks older than the others. There is a heroic spirit between her eyebrows, she is not timid when speaking, and her personality seems to be very cheerful.
"Hello, my name is Song Yingwan. I am from Huaicheng. Like everyone else, I am going to Beicheng." The voice was clear and gentle.
Xia Jun turned around unconsciously and looked over. Song Yingwan was sitting in the corner just now, eating with her head down. Xia Jun didn't notice her.
But now I realized that although Song Yingwan was dressed very low-key, his face could not be hidden at all, especially his pair of bright peach blossom eyes, which were moist and clear, charming and tranquil.
