Bai Fumei in the 70’s

The teardrops on Zhao Lanxiang's cheeks rolled and his eyes were flushed.

She held the thick, warm hand on the hospital bed and wept silently.

"Lanxiang, you are not small anymore. Don't cry like a child."

The man lying on the bed stretched out his hand strenuously, trying to touch her head, but he could hardly draw any strength.

He was old, and the old wounds piled up on him all over the decades hit him, and the disease quickly knocked him down. The ten years of prison life he suffered when he was young brought him a long-sick and ill-healthy body.

His hazy old eyes glanced at his wife affectionately again. Although she was as old as he was, she was still so beautiful.

The gentle brows smiled, crooked like a crescent moon, which was also his favorite appearance.

"Show me a smile?"

Zhao Lanxiang wiped away her tears and smiled reluctantly at her husband on the bed.

He Songbai closed his eyes with satisfaction.

She covered her mouth, and the crying was getting louder, and her tears couldn't break.

The secretary He next to him supported Fujinsi glasses and reached into the man's nose.

He comforted with difficulty: "Ma'am, please mourn. The legacy left by the chairman of the board, a lawyer will come to discuss with you later."

Secretary He looked at the man who had broken his breath on the eye bed, awe and regret.

This man's life is inspiring and bumpy. He came from a poor age. He went to prison at the age of nineteen and spent ten years in jail. Crocodile, a bunch of well-experienced veteran merchants without any resistance, is a legend.

...

Zhao Lanxiang's cheeks suddenly dropped two lines of tears. Mother Zhao Lian wiped her red face and grunted her forehead, saying: "If you have a fever, you will cry. It's a training."

Zhao Lanxiang opened her eyes and stared at Feng Lian for a long time.

Feng Lian sighed and said, "Who is marrying this year? The first time I met with your dad was when I was getting a marriage certificate. It was just blinding my eyes. The days haven't gone well ?"

Zhao Lanxiang only thought that she was dreaming, immersed in the grief of losing her husband, and could not relieve it for a long time.

It's just that she dreams, how can she be confused... dreaming about her young mother?

Seeing her daughter ignore her, Feng Lian thought she was really stubborn and hated her. She poked her daughter's forehead again.

"After all, it's also a small marriage order. It's not easy to push your dad to push it...other parents are your dad's boss!"

Zhao Lanxiang's forehead hurt, and finally faced his mother's broken chatter, and quickly got up.

She noticed the calendar on the table sharply, April 16, 1976.

Zhao Lanxiang was terrified in his heart, and was shocked for a long time.

"Mom, you go out first, can I think about it?"

Feng Lian looked at her slim daughter who had been raised for 17 years, and now she looked sick and sullen. She also begged her softly in such a soft voice. .

Zhao Lanxiang recovered from the shock, she returned to forty years ago!

Forty years ago, she fell in love with the tall and cool brother Jiang Jianjun, and all she had in mind was how to make Jiang Jianjun accept her, and naturally refused to promise her parents to set the family affairs.

It was also in this year that she finally got married to him.

It's a pity that Jiang Jianjun's heart is not her. Zhao Lanxiang lost two children one after another, and finally became cold, sober and divorced Jiang Jianjun.

Zhao Lanxiang looked at the table full of nutrients, and Jiang Jianjun was injured and hospitalized during this time. These were bought by him to repair his body.

A trace of coolness crossed Zhao Lanxiang's eyes. Fortunately, it was early when she came back. Otherwise, half a year later, she would catch up with the scum again in her life, and she would be so angry.

Jiang Jianjun was her ex-husband and left him before she was lucky enough to meet He Songbai.

But now is not the time to struggle with Jiang Jianjun. Zhao Lanxiang remembers that it was in the past two years that the old man missed and killed the person and was put in prison!

She received the malted milk, honey, and milk powder in the duffel bag, and loaded a few more clothes.

She must hurry to find the old man!

...

The parents of the Zhao family learned that their daughter had taken advantage of her own precautions and voluntarily signed up for "Going to the Countryside", and she was already helpless.

Now that he has gone to the countryside, Zhao Lanxiang's marriage to Zeng Bank's son also means that he is in a state of ruin.

Zhao Yongqing was almost so angry that he couldn't eat any food. He blacked his face and taught her:

"You think your wings are stiff, don't we care about you, do we?"

Feng Lian was a little sad. While helping her daughter pack her luggage, she shattered her thoughts: "Your dad finally made you avoid this call, and you took the initiative to report it. My girl, your thin arm , Can you do farm work?"

Zhao Lanxiang looked at her parents who cared about her, and there was a warmth in her heart.

"It's a glorious thing to go to the countryside. Almost all the young people of the right age go to the countryside. I stayed at home and my father's face was not bright."

"I will take good care of myself and will never embarrass you."

Zhao Yongqing looked at his daughter with a firm face, but he was not so angry, and let her go to endure hardship. All day long she was not used to being decent by her mother-in-law!

In his view, it would be a good thing to go to the countryside if he could hone his daughter's will. If it is not possible, he can clear up the relationship and assign his daughter to a place not far from here.

"You cry, cry, take the time to pack up and tidy up for her."

Zhao Yongqing glared at his wife with a black face.

He turned to his daughter and said, "Since this is your choice, it is better not to report back and complain in the future. My mother and I didn't stretch that long!"

Xiao Huzi ran to her sister's side, hugged her thighs, tears kept falling in her eyes, and looked up at her sobbing, "Is the girl going far away?"

Zhao Lanxiang picked up his brother and kissed him, "Yeah."

Xiao Huzi was buried in her neck, crying with a wailing nose. The grievous little look made Zhao Lanxiang cry and laugh. The milk baby in front of him turned into a black-faced **** that everyone would fear in the future. It was incredible to beat Jiang Jianjun's scumbag.

She hugged the little tiger hard and gave him all the candy out of herself.

Little Huzi's tears dripped into her clothes, so choked up.

Zhao Lanxiang knew that his brother had misunderstood and stroked his soft hair. Explained: "It's not the kind of grandpa and grandma who went to a far place and never came back. Sister will still come back after the new year."

Zhao Yongqing listened to her daughter and squeezed deeply from her nostrils. "Do you still know you can come back?"

Zhao Lanxiang nodded.

The place she is going to is N city, not far from them, a day train can arrive. And she also counted, and the time for the educated youths to return to the city in a year would be up. They had gone late in this group, and really did not suffer from the previous batch of educated youths.

To take a ten thousand steps back, if you really suffer, isn't there a man over there?

In the evening, Zhao Yongqing took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and counted out one hundred dollars. He seriously taught his daughter: "I went to the countryside to listen carefully to the arrangements of the instructors and leaders and get along well with others. You can use the money to buy yourself. Necessities for daily use."

Zhao Lanxiang took the money and called his father sweetly.

Zhao Yongqing couldn't bear her daughter to call her so coquettishly, her black face didn't slacken, and she relaxed.

Zhao Lanxiang was their first child. Plus, they looked cute and pink, like a baby doll, how to see how to recruit people. When Zhao Yongqing was an ordinary employee in the bank, he took his daughter to work. A cloth bag tied her to her, so she brought her big year after year.

Ten large pieces of unity were placed neatly on the table, and a large hand moved it to her daughter.

Being able to take out these hundred pieces from his pocket, Zhao Yongqing is also a man of skill.

He caught up with the last train of college students in the 1960s, and colleges stopped enrolling students a few years later. Along with this, this paper diploma became valuable. In addition, Zhao Yongqing people are willing to work hard, hard work, and now they have been the manager of the bank. They receive 10 grades of salary a month and 73 yuan for five cents, which is enough for the whole family to have nourishment.

However, Zhao Yongqing took out a hundred yuan generously for Zhao Lanxiang, and Zhao Lanxiang was really flattered.

Feng Lian also packed up her daughter's luggage at this time, and brought all the clothes of the four seasons. "Tomorrow when I get off work, take you to pick some daily necessities."

Zhao Lanxiang responded obediently.

...

Thinking wholeheartedly, Zhao Lanxiang, who rushed to the countryside to save his own man, had long thrown Jiang Jianjun, the scumbag, out of Jiu Xiaoyun.

She carefully picked the things she used to go to the countryside. She bought a few bundles of cotton flannel, a lot of bags of malted milk powder, Ejiao, and a piece of daily necessities. Did not fall.

The nasty old man often whispered to her late at night, "If you see me at that time, I will guarantee that I won't even bring a flick."

"At that time I was poor and embarrassed. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even be as good as a dog. My biggest wish was to eat a white-faced steamed bun, and the best clothes to wear were still picked up by others. Fortunately I met you. when."

Zhao Lanxiang was born without the taste of hunger and cold. Naturally, he felt so distressed that he hugged the old man tightly and promised him a blank check: "At that time, my family was relatively wealthy. You’re full and you’re fed up.”

When Zhao Lanxiang added supplies to the countryside, the scene that appeared many years ago came up in his mind, and he picked up some things for the old man and threw them into his basket.

Where did she want to get this unrealistic idea one day, actually realized.