Great Power Army Reclamation

Wang Honghua seemed to know what he was thinking, and touched his head lovingly:

"Actually, you have done a good job, but there are many things that we cannot control, such as natural and man-made disasters, such as birth, old age, illness and death!"

Speaking of this, Wang Honghua pointed to the surrounding low shantytowns: "Tangcheng is a relatively developed industrial city. This place must not have been like this before, right?"

Ye Yuze nodded. Wang Honghua lifted her hanging hair and continued:

"This is something we humans can't resist. Even if we could know it in advance, we could at most save some people's lives, but can we keep this place as it is?"

Ye Yuze fell into deep thought. He admitted that he had a weak side in his character, but he seemed to be strong. In fact, there are many things that we simply don’t dare to face.

After saying this, Wang Honghua became a little emotional and put her arm around Ye Yuze's shoulders: "You have really done a lot. If it weren't for you, my sister would probably have become a little bumpkin in some mountain in northern Xinjiang.

Ye Yuze hugged Wang Honghua's arm and was a little scared.

Wang Honghua continued: There is also the pencil case factory in Lianli and Aunt Meihua’s quilt factory. Without you I wouldn't be where I am now. "

Ye Yuze looked up at Wang Honghua. He knew what his sister was saying: "Sister, don't worry, I'll be fine. I just don't want to see it there again!"

Wang Honghua was silent for a while, and then emphasized:

"My past is more unbearable than yours, but so what? No matter what, you are also a child of the Corps, and this fact cannot be changed. Can you really let go of the place where you were born and raised? China People are very particular about their roots. People without roots are like dandelions, they will scatter when the wind blows.”

These words made Ye Yuze's mood fluctuate a bit, and he couldn't help but hold Wang Honghua's hand tightly. Wang Honghua frowned but did not pull out. Even though my fingers hurt a lot.

For a long time, neither of them spoke. Tangcheng has already built a new city in the north, but the area where Ye Yuze lives is in a subsidence area. It is uncomfortable to build buildings, so it has basically been abandoned.

People who live here will move out sooner or later, so the government has no plans for the environment here. The roadside is covered with weeds, even in front of and behind the corner house.

Wang Honghua is a little cold. After going to college, she is no longer used to wearing the bloated cotton clothes of Beijiang. At the moment, I only have a red sweater and a woolen jacket on me. This is what Ye Yuze bought for her before.

Feeling that Wang Honghua was trembling a little, Ye Yuze let go of her hand and found that it had been pinched white by himself. He quickly rubbed her with both hands.

"Sister, does it hurt you?"

Wang Honghua held his hand with her backhand: "Yuze, the pain in your hand is nothing. Don't make me feel bad!"

Ye Yuze was shocked. These words were both light and heavy! It was so heavy that he almost couldn't breathe for a while.

Yes, Yinghua is no longer here. I feel guilty, but there are still so many friends there. They haven't felt sorry for themselves, have they?

But now that he has exiled himself, has he ever cared about the feelings of those people? I’ve already sorry for one person, so I can’t now apologize to everyone, right? That's called selfishness!

Thinking of this, Ye Yuze said dullly: "I understand, sister, but I really don't want to go back now."

Wang Honghua smiled: "I'm not forcing you to go back, I'm just telling you that we are all children of the Corps. We can't give up there forever."

Meihua rummaged through the cabinets to find clothes. With three children, making new clothes for each of them was a big expense, and she felt a little distressed. The family has no money, and Ye Yuze gave all the savings to him when he went back. The child didn't mention it on the phone, so he probably spent it all.

She kept every child's unworn clothes and prepared them for the younger ones to wear. This is a Chinese tradition, passed down from generation to generation.

Of course, it will be completely different in the later generations. No one will wear old clothes for their children.

Turning to the bottom of the box, Mei Hua suddenly saw the bankbook. This was left for her when her son left, and she didn't even look at it at that time. She reached out, picked it up, opened it and took a look, and was shocked! Then he quickly closed it, as if he was stimulated.

After a while, she felt that she might be dazzled, so she rubbed her eyes with her hands, and then reopened the passbook: "Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand."

She pointed her fingers at the numbers on it and counted them carefully. She counted them three times in a row and realized that she had counted correctly.

"Where did this little bastard get so much money?"

Mei Hua cursed in her mind and began to carefully recall the things her son might have done to make money. Finally, I was sure that it was the time when I was selling leather shoes.

More than 10,000 yuan was really an astronomical figure at the time, especially for an ordinary family. But Meihua also belongs to the type of people who have seen the world. After all, there was a Yu Laogui in the company, who suddenly took out 10,000 yuan to pay party dues.

Thinking about this, Mei Hua felt at ease. She knew the inside story about the leather shoes. No matter how much money her son earned, it was definitely not illegal.

But the old man must not know about this. That guy's thinking is relatively advanced. If he has paid the royalties, he won't be able to find a place to cry.

Then, for one night, Meihua did nothing and kept looking for a safe place. It wasn't until midnight that I lay down on the bed exhausted.

The moment I fell asleep, I was still thinking, are all rich people like this? Time is spent hiding money.

"Dad, please help me. I need to know Ye Yuze's address, otherwise I won't study!" Zhao Ling'er pouted her lips and prayed to Deputy Teacher Zhao, half seriously and half coquettishly.

Deputy Teacher Zhao scratched his head, his daughter was his heart and soul. Growing up, except for issues of principle, he has never disobeyed his daughter.

But it doesn’t matter if you say it yourself! That was someone else's address. As a leader, I couldn't force Ye Wancheng to hand over my father-in-law's address, right?

"Jingle Bell!"

At this time, the phone suddenly rang, and Deputy Teacher Zhao was a little nervous. The call in the middle of the night must be from him. Did something happen in the division?

Deputy Commander Zhao calmed down and picked up the phone: "Hello, I'm Lao Zhao, what can I do?"

This is the habit of leaders answering the phone. Ordinary people would ask you hello first, who are you looking for?

But leaders like to state their names directly and then wait for others to tell them the reason for the call.

But before he heard a few words, Deputy Commander Zhao yelled:

"You little bastard, do you think there's nothing you can do if you go to Tangcheng to capture you? Your father and mother are both here. Do you believe I will send someone to capture you?"

Zhao Ling'er's ears had already stood up when she heard the word "Tangcheng". Although the voice on the other side of the receiver was somewhat distorted, Zhao Ling'er immediately recognized who it was. She grabbed the receiver and cursed:

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