"I poured wine in the twelfth lunar month last year, and I went back to the door on the first day of the first lunar month this year. I'm going back to the door because of Xi Yingyingluo. I'm going back to the door today and vomiting people to death!"

...

"I will meet our mother soon. Today is the two of us going back to the door. It's New Year again. When you see her, you will kowtow to her. Do you know?"

"What a murmur? Kowtow to her? In the past, she kowtowed us. Why did I kowtow to her? Did she have to be so angry?"

...

The train passed through the high mountains of the Hengduan Mountains, and then slammed into the long tunnel, making a rumbling sound. The air pressure changes caused by the altitude make people buzz in their ears.

But the sound from the radio of the fellow villager next to him came clearly.

The story is played in the short play "Camel Returns to the Door". The story tells the story of a young and beautiful farm girl who was forced to marry the landlord and young master Dou Xianggong because of repaying her debts. Shortly after the marriage, the couple returned to the door according to customs. Dou Xianggong was stupid and showed his mischievous appearance in his mother-in-law's house, and he was full of jokes.

It is a classic humorous plot in Sichuan opera.

Sichuan Opera is a local opera genre in the southwest province, and was first seen in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. Although there are great and elegant operas such as emperors, generals, talented men and beautiful women, they are more reflective of diet, men and women, mother-in-law, and urban life. They are mostly used in dialects and humorous and noisy. In summary of the three words, that is, "down-to-earth."

The semiconductor sound was loud, and several passengers were all listening to it interestingly, laughing, and the carriage was filled with joy.

Han Lu didn't laugh, he just shook his head helplessly.

No one who squeezed the green train for two days and one night like him would be so happy. Moreover, in the past half month, he not only found out all the classic Sichuan opera operas and listened to them, but also memorized a lot of opera lyrics, and was already in absolute aesthetic fatigue.

Yes, he is about to engage in art work related to drama.

Han Lu is twenty-five years old this year, and his hometown is a small county town by the Jialing River.

When he was a teenager, he was not afraid of heaven or earth. He had done all kinds of naughty things, climbing trees to dig birds, going down rivers to fish, put caterpillars in pencil boxes for female classmates, secretly sprinkling blue ink on the white shirt of the teacher he hated, and fighting with the elderly students...

As for academic performance, naturally I can’t go anywhere.

If this continues, in more than ten years, there may be another young and angry person in the small county town and a gangster in the streets.

The incident happened in the second year of junior high school. When Han Lu and a friend were taking the bus, there was a public security comrade sitting in front of him.

The two students were in a rebellious period, wearing narrow-legged pants, long shawls, and cigarettes in their mouths. They looked like they were so big that they looked like they were the biggest sculpting.

When the police comrade saw these two little hooligans, he frowned, wanted to speak but stopped, and regretted that he could not make a strong man.

This expression made Han Lu very angry.

The police officer was wearing a very beautiful tweed coat. Han Lu and his friends were behind to make countless holes in the vest with cigarette butts, which were as hot as honeycomb coal.

Perhaps feeling the stinging pain, the police officer discovered the behavior of the two little kids and caught a person.

Then what else can I say? Get it, take a record, and lose money.

It was the early 1990s, and Han Lu's father only earned about 200 yuan a month, and a wool coat cost more than 100 yuan, and half a month's salary was paid.

Old Han was so angry that this fitter with only junior high school education would not be polite to his son. He directly tied Han Road into rice dumplings and tied it to the basketball piles on the factory lighting court with copper-headed belts.

There were so many people coming to visit this grand occasion that day, there were really crowds of people, gongs and drums, singing and laughing.

Xiao Han was exhausted and felt deeply ashamed.

From that day on, Han Lu, who had always been out of the way, remained silent. He had not said a complete word to anyone for a whole year, and his academic performance also went from moderate to lower, and he rushed upwards. When he graduated from the third year of junior high school, he miraculously got admitted to the county key high school.

After three years of high school, Han Lu is still silent, and his grades are always in the top few in the class.

After graduating from high school, he naturally passed the Southwest Finance exam.

What kind of university is Southwest Finance and Economics? That is the 985211 major university.

On the day when the admission notice was delivered to home, Lao Han drank a bottle of 52 degrees of white wine, ate a pound of braised elbow of one and a half pound, and laughed: "Blessed by our ancestors, our family can be considered a college student. Han Lu, if it weren't for my iron fist, could you achieve this kind of achievement today? Huang Jingtou made a good man, and filial son made a stick. Traditional culture still makes sense. Hahaha, come on, I've done this glass of wine. What kind of man do you think you can't drink? "

Lao Han was very proud and was proud of the achievements he had made in his stick education.

In the entire youth of Hanlu, my father's high-pressure policy was to fight against the big 369, and to fight against the small 369 every day.

Han Lu drank a glass of wine silently and muttered: "I would rather not get into college."

After four years in college, Han Lu remained silent and had almost no interaction with his classmates.

In his study, my father's stick education was so terrible that it had become a shadow of his childhood. He was often awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night and sweated profusely.

It took several years to adjust.

After a blink of an eye, the four years of college passed, and it was time to consider how to take the future path of life.

In 2005, Han Lu first found a company in the provincial capital to solve the problem of eating, and then bought a set of study materials to prepare for the public examination.

After graduation, other students entered investment banks and financial institutions, while he wanted to take the civil service exam and seek stability. There was no way. The former leaping Han Lu had been fighting without pursuing his father's violence for years.

Comrade Lao Han heard that his son wanted a civil service exam and attached great importance to it. He directly ordered the baby to go home and take the exam for the local unit. He also said that if you cannot return home for wealth, isn’t it a night of luxury? I, Lao Han, have raised an excellent son like you, so naturally you will have to get a job locally, which is so majestic.

Han Lu had no choice, so he went home to prepare for the exam.

At this time, Lao Han had another monster, muttering in his ear all day long, pointing to it, "Where did you go last night? Why don't you review your homework at home?" "Don't sleep, get up and read a book for me. Sleep like a pig."

Speaking of the anger, he even got into it.

Han Lu was helpless. He had experience and methods in studying and taking the exam, and knew how to combine work and rest, and how to adjust his state.

My father is disturbing me all day long, so how can I take the exam? You can't tell him the truth together, and maybe you can even punch him. A young man in his twenties was beaten by his father, so he really couldn't bear it.

Han Lu was trembling when he thought that even if he passed the exam and worked locally, he would be subject to his father's control for the rest of his life.

It was probably affected and failed the first civil examination.

Then, we have to fight again next year.

This time, Han Lu couldn't take care of so much. He fled from his home and returned to the provincial capital. He hid in the rental house and studied hard for several months, losing ten kilograms.

He summarized that the reason why he failed the civil service exam was not only because his father put too much pressure on him, but also because his current economic situation was not very good and the employment pressure was too great. Many people wanted to enter the system and seek a stable life. Although he graduated from the University of Finance and Economics, he was still a little worse than the elites in the province.

Then, let’s take the second best, just take the exam for a professional position, a remote area, or a non-popular unit - Jinsha City Culture and Art Center. What if it doesn’t matter, solve the indicators first.

This is called Tian Ji's horse racing, or a latitude-lowering strike.

This exam was probably because he did not have the influence of his father's punches, kicks, scolds and scolds. He thought that he could break away from Lao Han's control. Han Lu won the first place in the paper, performed very well in the interview, and was successful in Chinese style. It was the most important step in his life - becoming an insider in the system who eats public meals.

The place where he went to work was located in the southwest part of Southwest Province, a place called Jinsha City, and it is said that there are 30 kilometers left in Yunnan Province.

When he heard that his son passed the exam, Lao Han was furious. After drinking, he grabbed Han Lu's collar and roared: "Why don't you take the exam locally? You just hide from me? Your wings are hard and you want to fly?"

Han Lu was filial and didn't speak, he just endured it silently.

In 2007, transportation in southwest Province was still underdeveloped. The so-called Shu Road was difficult and it was harder than climbing to the sky. Jinsha City is more than 1,000 kilometers away from its hometown. First, you have to take a one-day bus to the provincial capital, and then take a two-day train to arrive.

It would be nice to go to work there and be able to go home once a year. When something happens, it is possible to go home once every three to five years.

Lao Han knew that this kid was in vain, so he was very disappointed, angry, but he was helpless.

On the day I left my hometown, the bus left at 6 a.m. and left the house before dawn.

My father lost control last night and was drunk and naturally couldn't get up. It was his mother who sent Han Lu away from home.

I was very reluctant to leave and held his hand and said a lot.

The moment the bus started, my mother suddenly started crying and her voice was loud.

But Han Lu didn't feel sad. He was filled with his yearning for future life and the joy of gaining freedom.

After being in the cage for a long time, I can return to nature.

When you are young, you should enjoy unregulated happiness.

...

The radio of the passenger next to him was still ringing, and there was a lot of noise inside.

Sichuan Opera uses dialects, with humorous content and popular lyrics. The people of Southwest Province are naturally optimistic and rely on everything to be funny. "Daiyu Burial of Flowers" can be sung for you as "Wu Song Fights the Tiger".

When he was a student, his father's high-pressure policy made Han Lu Xijing dislike moving. When he heard the ridiculous incident that the new son-in-law had made at his mother-in-law's house for the first time, he remembered his mother's crying when he said goodbye to him. Not only did he not laugh, he shook his head.

Human joys and sorrows are not the same, I just think they are noisy.

...

“Here, here!”

Suddenly, the people in the carriage were cheering.

Han Lu hurriedly looked out the car window, but saw a yellow mountain range standing like a wall in the distance, majestic and majestic, connecting the sky and the earth.

Jinsha City is here.
Chapter completed!