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  The "plagiarism incident" was a very serious matter at the time, but when it came to Lin Hong, everyone felt that it was somewhat inevitable. Afterwards, the school did not pursue the matter further, and as time passed, everyone gradually put the incident behind them. Lin Hong also returned to his old habit of handing in blank papers during exams.

  Lin Hong is an absolute exception in school. He doesnt do his homework and hands in a blank paper, which is a very serious matter. If it were someone else, they would have been expelled long ago.

  Lin Hongs class teacher had long wanted to kick this guy who was dragging the whole class back home, but he didnt dare to do so. Because when Lin Hong first enrolled in school, it was the principal himself who brought him over and personally instructed her to take good care of him.

  Many teachers in the school knew something about this matter, because the principal was also a sent-down youth who stayed behind after marrying a local wife. The principal and Lin Hongs mother were from the same place originally.

  Of course, Lin Hong, who was standing alone, did not know these things, and he continued to live his own solitary life.

  Recently, Lin Hong has been feeling a bit down because he had already read through the books left behind by his mother many times and could recite them with his eyes closed. So, he had to terminate his great plan of going to the carton factory at night to "steal light to read".

  He spends his days with a group of idiots reading books, which he thinks is already boring enough, but at night its even more boring, and he cant sleep all night, so these days, hes been looking around here and there, trying to find something interesting to do.

  The radio inside the treasure box had been disassembled many times, but every time he saw the circuit boards inside, he stopped in his tracks, fearing that he might accidentally damage something and cause trouble for future repairs.

  Today is the weekend, theres no work at the cart factory, and Father came home from the cart factory very early.

  Far away, Lin Hong, who was sitting at the door of his home in a daze, saw that his father had something special in his hand today.

  When his father walked up to him, he saw that he had thrown the thing in his hand onto the ground.

  Bang!

  It fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

  "Dad, whats this?" Lin Hong asked curiously.

  "A piece of scrap iron from the factory, they didnt need it there, so I brought it back."

  Lin Changming was covered in wood shavings at this moment. He came to the well in the yard, started drawing water, undressing and cooling off.

  "Scrap iron?"

  Lin Hong heard this and his eyes lit up, he hastily ran over to pick it up and examined it carefully in his hands.

  Lin Changming couldnt help but laugh at his sons actions. He scooped up a ladle of water and poured it directly on himself, saying: "You little stinker, take this to Old Xus place, he collects these specifically, get 50 cents from him."

  "Five cents!"

  When he heard that this thing could be sold for money, Lin Hong was even more delighted. Fifty cents can buy a lot of things, and when he thought of the sour plum powder and big bubble gum in the village chiefs store, his saliva kept secreting out.

  Thinking of this, Lin Hong immediately picked up the scrap iron and walked out of the yard with a clunk. Then he heard him let out a whistle, and the local dog who was taking a nap in the yard immediately wagged its tail and followed him.

  Watching his sons receding back, Lin Changmings eyes revealed a somewhat guilty expression:

  "Xiao Hong, following Dad will only lead to suffering... She always wanted to let go of the past, but now that things are like this, will it be better over there?"

  Lin Hongs injury was not informed to his wife by Lin Changming. Although they had not lost contact over the years, it was mostly one-sided with him receiving more letters than sending any, and every time he received a letter, he did not tell his son.

  Although the outside world is very colorful, Lin Changming does not think that belongs to Lin Hong.

  In Heiyan Village, at the village head, next to the rural highway leading to the county town, there lived an old man who collected waste. As for his name, Lin Hong didnt know, only that everyone called him Old Xu Head.

  In Lin Hongs impression, Old Xu used to often come out to collect waste, but in the past year or so, he has rarely been seen.

  Lao Xutous home is not far from Lin Hongs home. Lin Hong had followed his father there several times before, so he was familiar with the way.

  He soon arrived at a yard filled with old and broken items, but despite the many discarded goods, the place was quite spacious and didnt have any strange smells. Moreover, Old Xu was fond of tidying up flowers and plants, and the entire yard was planted with all sorts of flowers and trees, which Lin Hong thought made the environment even better than his own home.

  Of course, this is just Lin Hongs rough feeling. At a young age, he naturally didnt understand what space utilization and building layout meant.

  There are many kinds of things in the yard, dazzling and varied. Lin Hong has a sense of treasure hunting every time he comes here. In his eyes, these things are not garbage, but treasures waiting to be explored and dug up.

  Scrap metal, waste plastics, waste tires, waste electronic components and equipment...

  Lin Hong walked all the way, and it was a bit dazzling. He often stopped to look around, and sometimes he even wanted to take a screw cap in his hand to play with it.

  "Huh? Why isnt Grandpa Xu here?"

  The whole yard walked to the end, Lin Hong did not see Old Xus figure at all, and couldnt help but feel very strange, after all, the gate was open.

  He finally arrived under a large awning, where he had previously seen mostly items that could be placed outdoors and were not afraid of sun or rain, while inside the awning, there were mostly paper waste products such as old newspapers, cardboard boxes, and discarded magazines and books.

  "So many books?"

  Seeing the small mountain-like paper product, and among them there were some thick books, Lin Hongs eyes lit up, he immediately put down the iron block in his hand, then quickly walked to the front of the "small mountain", squatted down, and began to search for things that interested him.

  Lin Hong quickly searched through them, although most of the books here were incomplete and fragmented, but he had a deeply shocking feeling, his heart racing, his breathing also becoming somewhat urgent.

  He had been to this scrap collection station before, but he had only stayed outside for a short time and never found out that the good stuff was actually here.

  Lin Hong flipped through many books, and finally a tattered magazine cover with only half left caught his eye. On the cover was a black long strip of electronic components, on both sides of the black strip were two rows of neat needle feet. Lin Hong remembered very clearly that there were many such things inside his radio.

  "Wireless China"?

  Lin Hong looked at the name of the magazine, with a hint of expectation in his heart.

  He opened the cover and began to read slowly, just as there was an article about the history of wireless telegraphy at the beginning.

  "The history of radio has been over a hundred years, at the end of the 19th century, a large number of talented people emerged in the Western world, among whom the greatest contributor to radio was a Scottish man named Maxwell..."

  Lin Hong soon became immersed in the narrative of this article, and for the first time he had a vague concept of this wonderful thing called "wireless". In his mind, it seemed to unfold a historical scroll, where those great and outstanding figures in the history of wireless appeared one after another.

  Unfortunately, this magazine was somehow "cut off" at the waist, and he could only see half of each page before having to start from another page. Despite so many discontinuities, Lin Hong read it with rapt attention.

  "Cough...cough..."

  Suddenly, two coughing sounds came from beside Lin Hongs ear.

  Lin Hong was suddenly startled and the magazine in his hand fell to the ground.

  "Uncle Xu."

  At some point, Old Xu from the waste collection station was already standing behind him.

  All he saw was that at this moment, he was wearing a blue workers uniform, with a white cotton glove on his hand, and the palm of his hand was already black.

  Lin Hong hurriedly stood up and picked up the iron piece on the ground, explaining:

  "Im here to sell scrap iron."

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