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  It was a late afternoon in October 1970, the sky and earth were pitch black, and heavy rain shrouded a large area of Weinan land. On a muddy road, there were ten male and female educated youth from Beijing who were walking in the rain to go to the countryside. They were supporting each other, encouraging each other, taking deep breaths, and Peng Jianjun and Liao Dongfeng were among them. However, it was dark and the road was slippery, and Liao Dongfeng fell backwards and slid into a deep ditch on the steep slope.

  The rain kept getting heavier, and the water in the ditch quickly rose to Liao Dongfeng's chest. At this time, he regained some consciousness, just as he was about to get up, suddenly his foot sank, and he thought: "Not good, mud pit, it's over, this is the end."

  In desperation, he looked around for something to grab onto, but except for some weeds, there was nothing else to grab onto. As he watched himself sink down bit by bit, his heart became extremely tense. At this moment, he remembered the story of the Red Army crossing the grassland that his grandfather had told him, and then made an effort to calm himself down, thereby slowing down the sinking speed, waiting for rescue to arrive.

  As for Peng Jianjun and others, at that time, it was called Tian Tian did not respond to the call of Di Di, a group of educated youth who had been traveling together for a long time and established friendships were flustered. The sky was dark as ink, and the heavy rain blinded their eyes. Moreover, there was also a female educated youth named Dong Juan in the team who needed care after catching a cold. Therefore, several other male educated youths also gave up on the adventure to rescue people. In order to avoid such incidents from happening again, everyone had no choice but to unify their opinions and continue to rush on the road, so as to find nearby villagers for help. Just at this time, a faint red light in the distance gave everyone hope.

  After much difficulty, the exhausted educated youth finally arrived near the light source, only to be stunned. What they saw was a village that had been abandoned for a long time, and the red glow they had seen earlier was just a paper lantern hanging outside a dilapidated house.

  Logically, a faint light in the dark on a rainy day can also give people hope. But this lantern was made very differently. The oil skin paper was stained with bright red blood, and the skeleton inside was also randomly arranged together. At this time, relying on the weak light, everyone could vaguely see a ghost face, and the last glimmer of hope was immediately extinguished by the chill. What's more, at this moment, the faint light that was swaying in the darkness suddenly went out.

  It was pitch black again, so dark that you couldn't see your fingers in front of your face. Several timid female educated youths let out a panicked shriek, and the male educated youths were also startled. One of them, who was slightly braver, plucked up the courage to feel his way to the door.

  "Is anyone in the house? We need help!"

  The young man, Peng Jianjun, shouted again and again, but there was no movement inside the house. He turned his head to look at the others, just as a flash of lightning cut through the night sky, and the silhouettes of several companions behind him looked like devils from hell. He finally couldn't help but shout out in a trembling voice.

  "What's wrong with you all? You're as quiet as ghosts! Say something!"

  After being soaked in the heavy rain and strong wind for so long, Dong Juan, a female educated youth who had fallen ill, could no longer hold on. She suddenly fainted and slipped from the hands of others, which were also becoming increasingly weak, and fell to the ground with a "plop" into the muddy water.

  Seeing this situation, Peng Jianjun didn't hesitate anymore and kicked the door with one foot. Coincidentally, at this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a cold kick almost made Peng Jianjun fall down with lifelong regret. Fortunately, the person who opened the door timely used his powerful arm to hold him up, and the horse lantern in his hand also shook slightly.

  The doorman of the Timah lamp was an old man, with a face under his rain hat that was full of the vicissitudes of life. His eyes were sunken, his gaze was dull, and his skin was dry and wrinkled. The old man's face was very frightening. At this time, Peng Jianjun, who had already stood firm, took a step back as soon as he saw the old man's face. Who knew that his foot slipped and he fell backwards with an "ah" sound? Just as the back of his head was about to hit the ground, the old man suddenly stretched out his big hand and grabbed Peng Jianjun's collar, pulling him up. The old man's kind and friendly voice also floated out of the door.

  "Kids, don't just stand there foolishly outside, hurry up and come in to warm up."

  As soon as the educated youth felt at ease and entered the house, several male educated youth quickly carried the unconscious Dong Juan to the kang, and then several female educated youth also went up to help. Peng Jianjun and several other male educated youth only then felt embarrassed, so they retreated to one side to chat with the elderly.

  "Old man, previously we had a classmate who fell into the deep ditch and it's uncertain whether he'll live or die. Please hurry up and find someone to rescue him! I'm begging you!"

  The old man immediately asked, "Where is he? Do you know the general direction?" The old man said as he took out a flashlight and turned it on. He then adjusted his raincoat, looked up and stared at Peng Jianjun.

  To be honest, Peng Jianjun didn't dare to look at the old man's face again. The brief encounter between the two had already made him lose his soul, and now he was speaking in a stuttering manner.

  "I know, I know where he fell into the ditch, I'll take you there."

  Pausing for a moment, Peng Jianjun continued to ask: "Old man, are you the only one here? What about the others in the village?"

  The old man didn't answer. He casually pulled Peng Jianjun and threw him a raincoat, saying: "There's someone leading the way ahead, one person is enough."

  After a moment of stunned silence, not only was Peng Jianjun taken aback, but the others were also surprised. However, upon reflection, since meeting the old man, his every move had been astonishing to everyone else, whether in terms of strength or speed. The young people, including Peng Jianjun, couldn't compare with him at all. So, it could be said that the old man did have some capital to make such a statement. After a brief moment of hesitation, Peng Jianjun took the flashlight and led the way forward, with the old man following closely behind. He also lit up the ghostly lanterns outside the door, and then the two people disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the sounds of strong winds and heavy rain in their ears.