The Beginning of the World: Going to the Countryside as an Educated Youth

Zhao Dongchuan was listening at the side. He naturally knew what was being talked about and felt helpless. This situation could not be changed by individual power. With such a huge gap between the rich and the poor inside and outside the country, some people would definitely want to run away. However, development always takes a process. This is the pain of the development of the times.

Zhao Dongchuan was eating without saying a word. Li Yuer and Hu Jianjun were also eating without saying a word.

Mr. Li and the cadre obviously realized that this topic was too heavy and not suitable for discussion in this occasion, so they did not continue the topic and turned to talk about other things.

"I recently saw a new poem that was very well written and moved me deeply. I wonder if you have read it!" As he said this, the cadre took out a magazine and looked at everyone teasingly.

"Director Wang, why are you keeping this a secret? If I am not moved by this, you will have to drink three glasses of wine as a punishment!" Father Li also said jokingly.

Director Wang smiled and unfolded the journal. It was a journal with "Yanhe" written on the cover.

"This is the latest issue of "Yanhe". A friend from northern Shaanxi gave it to me and highly recommended it to me, telling me to read the poetry section. As soon as I read it, I was attracted!" Director Wang exclaimed.

Director Wang flipped open the journal and jumped directly to the poetry section. He read the editor's special recommendation in the first column:

"Love Life"

“I don’t think about it”

“Will it be successful?”

“Since you have chosen the distant place”

"I just focus on the wind and rain"

"..."

“Everything is as expected”

At this moment, everyone was listening to Director Ma's recitation silently, their hearts were surging, and they were immersed in the emotions expressed in the poem.

Father Li took the journal from Director Wang and read it, constantly savoring it.

Zhao Dongchuan was also in a daze for a moment. He didn't expect that the "Yanhe" magazine had already been printed and distributed. Come to think of it, he had been here for more than ten days. Counting the days, it had been published for a few days.

He was secretly moved in his heart. Even though he had read it many times, he still couldn't help but feel moved. This might be the charm of poetry. This poem was in his textbook when he was in middle school, and the teacher asked the students to recite it.

I didn't expect that it would appear in this world again in the form of text, exuding its unique charm.

Li Yuer and Hu Jianjun also passed it around and read it.

When Zhao Dongchuan picked up the journal, he felt very excited. The feeling of reading his own manuscript was completely different from reading it printed out in lead type. He felt as if he was making history.

"The author is a peasant poet, and he's your fellow villager. Hey, his last name is Zhao." Hu Jianjun pointed at the author's signature: "Zhao Dongchuan from Shuangshui Village, Yuanxi County."

"Zhao Dongchuan, Zhao Dongchuan, why does this name sound so familiar?" Hu Jianjun muttered to himself as he read.

Then Hu Jianjun suddenly noticed that Li Yuer's expression changed, and she stared at Zhao Dongchuan with wide eyes.

Zhao Dongchuan touched his nose and said nothing.

Hu Jianjun also realized something immediately. He turned to look at Zhao Dongchuan, opened his mouth wide, and stammered, "You, you...!"

"This poem is so well-written and inspiring, especially at this time of year when so many people need this kind of spiritual encouragement." Director Ma couldn't help but admire.

"This author has experienced many hardships in life, but he has blossomed into a brilliant spiritual flower amidst the hardships," said Li's father.

Father Li noticed the abnormality of Li Yuer and Hu Jianjun, and asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Li Yuer suddenly smiled, glanced at Zhao Dongchuan, and then said to Father Li, "Dad, it's okay!"

Hu Jianjun also recovered from his hesitant state, but he still couldn't hide his excitement. He kept winking at Zhao Dongchuan, which made Li's father and Director Wang confused.

"Is this child sick?" Father Li muttered to himself.

The meal ended in this unique atmosphere. Since Zhao Dongchuan didn't say anything himself, Hu Jianjun and Li Yuer tacitly didn't point it out.

Regardless of the undercurrents in Hu Jianjun and Li Yuer's hearts, Zhao Dongchuan enjoyed the meal with gusto.

When leaving, Li Yuer whispered, "Well written, an excellent peasant poet!!!" with a playful expression on her face.

"I will write to you, and you must write back to me!!!" Li Yuer said suddenly with a blushing face as she left.

Looking at the shy, timid, charming and attractive Li Yuer, Zhao Dongchuan couldn't help but feel a little scared.

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form..." Zhao Dongchuan quickly said in his mind.

He himself is not sure about the future and doesn't know when he will run to another world, so he is not willing to touch some things for the time being.

Maybe one day, when he figured it out and completely turned into a "scumbag", he might not care anymore? I hope he won't become a "scumbag"...

Later, under the questioning of Hu Jianguo, Zhao Dongchuan had to admit that he was the author of "Love Life".

There was no other way. He had already told me his origins on the train. The place and the name all matched. It was really unreasonable for him to refuse. He was not a fool.

You can't show off among friends, but you still need to be basically honest with each other.

Only after agreeing to Hu Jianguo and giving him ten autographed books did Zhao Dongchuan feel free from Hu Jianguo's resentful look.

Zhao Dongchuan spent the rest of his time practicing the Five Animal Exercises and doing exercises.

………………

After paying the room fee, Zhao Dongchuan carried his package and boarded the train back to Huangyuan City.

Sure enough, when entering the station, Zhao Dongchuan noticed the staff doing patrol inspections.

Especially those with larger packages were paid special attention. However, Zhao Dongchuan, who was carrying a small bag, did not attract any attention. Of course, he was not afraid of being checked, as the space in the storage ring was a "BUG" here.

In this way, Zhao Dongchuan went through another long journey and returned to Huangyuan City again.

It was midsummer at that time, and Huangyuan City was experiencing the scorching sun, like an upside-down brazier mercilessly baking the earth.

Zhao Dongchuan touched the sweat on his forehead and couldn't help feeling thirsty.

He took out a bottle of boiled water from the cultural center dormitory and took a big gulp.

Zhao Dongchuan first went back to the dormitory, took a shower, changed his clothes, and then rode his bicycle to Jia Bing's house.

Zhao Dongchuan entered Jia Bing's house with familiarity and met Teacher Jia, whom he had not seen for a long time.

"Teacher Jia, long time no see, I miss you so much!"

"Hahaha, you little brat, I don't know where you learned this and now you're making fun of me," Jia Bing scolded with a smile.

When Zhao Dongchuan came, he brought some special products from Shenzhen and gave some to Teacher Jia. Jia Bing was not polite and let his wife take them. He also asked Zhao Dongchuan to stay for dinner tonight.

Zhao Dongchuan naturally did not refuse. Just like last time, Zhao Dongchuan helped out and assisted in cooking.

The food was ready and the three of them started eating. During the meal, Zhao Dongchuan told Jia Bing some of the things he saw and heard in Shenzhen, which was very touching.

"I didn't expect that in Bao'an, there are so many people who are willing to risk their lives..." Jia Bing took a sip of wine and said with a bit of melancholy.