It sounds fascinating (Chapters 1-9) Author: Unknown

Word count: 28872 (Chapters 1-9)

A tragic love story during the Cultural Revolution for educated youth.

On August 15, 1975, I was among the first batch of educated youth sent to the countryside by the Dongfeng Office.

I had signed up myself. At that time, my household registration was in a small primary school in the countryside, and surprisingly, no neighborhood committee cared about me. However, if I didn't go to the countryside, I wouldn't be able to be recruited for work or go to school, so going to the countryside was my only way out.

On the day I left, I carried a net bag and a tin bucket, and my father and mother saw me off. My father carried my quilt. When we arrived at the Dongfeng Office, there was a great commotion with gongs and drums and red flags waving. The cars that were seeing us off were surrounded by a sea of people.

The cadres of the office received us and then urged us to get on the car quickly.

I climbed on first and then took the quilt and other things from my father and put them away. The other educated youth on the car had already settled in and were saying goodbye to their relatives and parents. I told my father and mother to go back, but they just nodded and didn't leave. My mother gave me instructions again and again, with endless things to say. Finally, a burst of firecrackers exploded, the drums and gongs grew louder, and the GAZ truck slowly started moving. People followed closely behind the truck to see them off. Some of the educated youth's parents began to wipe away tears. I saw my mother's eyes were also red.

I was just 18 years old then.

The truck sped up, and my parents' figures became increasingly blurry. Everyone was full of hope for the future. They were very excited. In my heart, I shouted: Goodbye, city! Goodbye, dear parents!

I sat back down and began to look at my educated youth friends with whom I would soon be living. I counted them briefly; there were ten educated youth in this group, five men and five women. My heart skipped a beat. What a coincidence! Exactly five couples!
Looking more closely, my eyes lit up. Ah? This beautiful, almost dazzling girl seemed familiar! Where? Where? I tapped my forehead, trying hard to remember, but I couldn't recall!

As the truck passed through the city center, one of the female educated youths suddenly cried out in surprise, calling out someone's name. A girl walking down the street suddenly screamed excitedly, ran a few steps, and waved vigorously. People on the street all stared at us.

The vehicle was decorated with colorful flags, and a large red flower was tied to the front. Large red slogans were displayed on both sides of the vehicle: "Going to the countryside is glorious!" "Go to the countryside!" After entering the suburban gravel road, dust billowed and chased after us. As we slowed down, yellow sand and dust enveloped us, covering us completely.

Everyone quickly covered their heads with their clothes and held their noses. Once the vehicle started moving, a chorus of snorting sounds could be heard.

Occasionally, farmers would stop and laugh at us. Children would wave to us. Everyone knew we were "educated youth." Entering the mountain road, the view opened up. The green mountains and green rice seedlings made us feel relaxed and happy. But the simple houses and the raggedly dressed farmers also stirred some worries about the future.

I looked away and once again at the prettiest and most lively female educated youth. As I looked, it suddenly dawned on me, and I almost cried out: It's her? Yes, it's her! My thoughts instantly returned to a day a few months ago…

That day I went to the Xinhua Bookstore. I like to browse bookstores when I have nothing to do. Because after graduating from high school, I was bored at home. I didn't buy any books when I went to the bookstore, I didn't have any money, I just stood there reading, and I would usually stay there for a whole morning.

I remember when I got to a spot not far from the bookstore, I saw the madman, whom everyone knew but almost ignored, kneeling on the sidewalk. Next to him stood a young man and a girl. The girl was very pretty, and she was pointing at the madman with a small white finger, scolding him. Obviously, the young man was her brother. Perhaps the madman had deliberately frightened the girl, and her brother had forced him to kneel down and apologize. The madman was just a lecherous man who liked to harass single women, and usually scared girls away from a distance or made them go out of his way to avoid him. Perhaps the girl was taking advantage of having her brother with her today, and didn't avoid him, letting the madman bully her.

I glanced at him and was about to leave when the pretty girl did something that immediately caught my eye and excited me. I saw her tentatively step on the madman's back. Seeing no reaction, she laughed gleefully, growing bolder. Seemingly not satisfied with just stepping on his back, she raised her foot higher, grabbed her brother's arm, and stomped on the madman's head. His head drooped down. The girl cursed him as she stepped on him: "You damn madman! Bow your head and admit your mistake! Bow your head! Bow your head!"

This scene made my heart race.

I rarely see such a beautiful girl on the street. She wore a faded, fashionable old military uniform, with two short braids, a fair complexion with a rosy glow, and white-edged cloth shoes with straps, looking dashing and spirited. In stark contrast, the madman was filthy; his face, hands, and feet were covered in an uneven, black, oily substance, making him appear even dirtier. The madman had a very good physique, at least 1.7 meters tall; he must have been a handsome man before he got sick.

The girl's voice was captivating, and her demeanor, her lively and mischievous nature, made one wish they were the madman, to be stepped on by her.

At that moment, I remembered a line from a folk song: "...I wish I were that little lamb, my good girl, gently striking me with your sheep-driving whip..."

Afterwards, I thought about it many times, but to my surprise, I couldn't recall the girl's appearance. I just thought she was beautiful! Fair-skinned! Alluring! Like a fleeting glimpse of a startled bird!

I snapped out of my reverie and began to observe the girl again. She was truly beautiful! She glanced at me, startling me so much that I quickly looked away. I really didn't dare look at her directly.

The lively educated youth had already started introducing themselves to each other. I just passively answered. From their conversation, I learned that her name was Yao Ruojin! A somewhat masculine name.

Around 3 p.m., our car stopped on the road in front of the commune office.

The cadre leading the team told us that our future living and working place would be the brigade farm on the opposite mountain, only 300 meters away from the commune on a hillside across the road. The farm and the commune could be reached from afar.

It was a very small mountain. A few mud-brick houses were hidden among the green bamboo and trees. The mountain was full of citrus, pear, and peach trees. There was a primary school behind the farm.

That night, we chatted excitedly until late, spending a novel rural night.

The

next day, I was awakened by the voices of the farm workers. I got up and went out to see them talking and laughing in the courtyard outside the kitchen.

The educated youth were taking tin buckets, cups, and towels to the well to wash up. Some of them had already returned, some even bringing back half a bucket of cool well water. The farm manager, with a kind grin, greeted the educated youth. His large, dark yellow teeth were very noticeable. Almost all the farm workers were laughing and talking through megaphones, making them seem very friendly. Later I learned that those in the know had held a meeting beforehand, and anyone who spoke Pi dialect or acted uncivilly would be immediately expelled.

I was the last one to arrive at the well. Yao Ruojin was still lingering there. Perhaps she loved the cool well water too much. I saw her bury her face in the basin, hold her breath for a moment, then suddenly lift her head, revealing a snow-white face. Her hair was a little wet and stuck to her face, making her look incredibly beautiful.

To be honest, I was very insecure at that time. Aside from not being handsome, my face was dark, a result of frequent fishing as a child.

And my background was humble. My father had been to prison. All of this made me rather introverted. Although I'm still talkative and have a sense of humor when I meet familiar people, in this completely new environment, facing a beautiful and dazzling girl, I could hardly think of anything to say.

But I still smiled at her and said, "Was the wash comfortable?"

She glanced at me, smiled sweetly, and said, "It feels so good! I don't want to leave! Hehe! Hurry up and take a shower? I'll wait for you to leave together!"

Knowing the answer already, I asked, "You..."

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