Time Traveler

Liu Yanzhi turned off the car, got out of the car and opened the back door, standing straight behind the door, waiting for the chief to get out of the car.

Zheng Zeru lit a cigarette and sat in the car for a long time. He was in a complicated mood. He searched his belly and thought about what to say when meeting later, but any warm words and sincere confession could not conceal his unfeeling and cold-blooded abandonment of his wife. .

　　Dang Aiguo gave Liu Yan a straight wink, and the latter closed the car door to allow time for the chief to think.

After a long time, Zheng Zeru finally got out of the car. He cleaned up his appearance, walked to the door, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door lightly. The moment he waited, countless things came to mind again. Zheng Zeru's eyes were a little wet, and the door opened, revealing An ugly face of an old woman with a nasty voice: "Who are you looking for?"

　　 Zheng Zeru took a step back in fright. He hadn't seen him in eighteen years, how did the red jade look like this.

　　 "You..." Zheng Zeru's voice trembled a little, "Are you okay?"

"Who are you!" The old woman rolled her eyes and spoke the Jiangbei dialect. Zheng Zeru suddenly realized that this is not red jade. The real red jade is from Yangzhou. She has lived in Shanghai for many years and spoke Wu Nong's soft language, Haipai Mandarin. And she pays attention to her image, and she will take care of her clean even when she is most desperate, and she will never become such a dirty old woman.

　　 "Excuse me, does Wang Hongyu live here?" Zheng Zeru asked.

　　 "Moved away!" The old woman slammed the door shut.

　　 Zheng Zeru ate a closed door and looked at the party patriotic with a wry smile.

　　Party patriotic nodded: "Xiao Liu, you can find out about the situation."

　　 Liu Yan went straight to smash the door, and the old woman slammed the door open: "I have said it, moved away!" Suddenly seeing the five-pointed star and the red collar badge, the arrogance suddenly weakened: "It's a comrade of the People's Liberation Army."

　　 "Wang Hongyu and her son's household registration address is here, who are you and why do you live here!" Liu Yan straightened his face and asked harshly.

　　 "This is the house allocated to us by the street." The old woman defended, "It's too wasteful for a family to live in such a big house. The street takes the small building back and distributes it to the four families of ours. I don't believe you come in."

When she said she opened the door, Liu Yan glanced straight. The building resembling Shanghai Shikumen was overcrowded. There were four briquettes, and all kinds of debris were piled up like a mountain. The old woman did not lie. At least a dozen people lived here. .

　　 "Mother, do you know where the Wang Hongyu family moved?" Dang Aiguo stepped forward and asked cheerfully.

　　 "Then I don't know, it's all arranged by the street. Go to the street and find Director Zhang, she knows everything."

　　……

The group came to the sub-district office and found Director Zhang, a capable woman in her forties. He knew what he wanted. Director Zhang happily led them to find Wang Hongyu and introduced the situation as he walked: "This Wang Hongyu is an old resident. I lived here before liberation. He was over 60 years old. He had no job and no wife. He had a son named Wang Beitai who was teaching in middle school. Recently, a relative came to the family. He was a 13 or 14-year-old child. The family was quite honest. Yes, there is no unusual behavior, and there is no overseas relationship. Our streets are very clear."

After speaking, I arrived at the place. This is a large courtyard built near the river embankment. The early winter morning is extremely cold, the gutters beside the road are frozen, the dirt road is frozen hard, and the bicycles are driving on the road, and the cars are jingling. , Passers-by looked at this luxury car with a Beijing license plate in doubt, wondering which leader came to inspect it.

　　 "Wang Hongyu lives here." Director Zhang led the way into the yard, greeted the neighbors affectionately, came to the door of a family, raised his hand and patted the door: "Is Teacher Wang home?"

　　 The door opened, and a thin young man stood behind the door, black-rimmed glasses, a blue tunic suit, and two pens in his pocket.

　　 "Your home is a guest." Director Zhang said, looking back at Zheng Zeru, "This is the old comrade."

The young man is Zheng Zeru’s second son, Wang Beitai. He should be 29 years old this year. When he was a primary school student, Jiangdong King Chen Zikun rebelled, Jiangdong Province was peacefully liberated, and the army went south across the Huaijiang River, and his father left that year. After leaving Jiangbei, he left for the provincial capital. On the day before he left, his father touched his head and said, one or two weeks in the morning, and one month later, he must come back to pick up the two of them. .

　　 The old man in front of him has the shadow of his father, but he is old and weak, and it is difficult for him to match the vigorous and triumphant father in the newspaper.

　　 "Are you?" Wang Beitai asked cautiously.

　　Zheng Zeru didn't have any gaffes. He introduced himself calmly: "My surname is Wang. I am a friend of your father. I pass by Jiangbei to see you."

　　 It is not that he deliberately concealed it, but the experience of many years of political struggle is playing a role. The party's grass-roots political power and street offices are all held by reliable personnel. The people's parents cannot escape their eyes. It is better to keep a low profile.

　　 Wang Beitai hurriedly tested his body: "Please come in, the house is small, just laughed."

　　Zheng Zeru nodded and stepped through the door. Director Zheng was about to follow in. Dang Paiguo stopped her: "Director Zhang, take a step to speak."

Wang Beitai’s home is very small, only 16 square meters. A room is divided into two halves. Inside is the mother’s bedroom, with a bed and desk outside. A teenager is sitting at the table reading a book, turning his head and seeing his father come in. Can not help but stunned.

　　 There was a coughing sound from inside, and Wang Beitai said loudly: "Mom, here is a guest."

"Screw it?" The familiar Wu Nong said softly. Following the squeaky sound of the wooden bed, Wang Beitai lifted the curtain, and saw a woman who was described as haggard lying halfway on the bed, coughing from time to time. sound.

　　 His eyes were facing each other, Hong Yu was not surprised at all, but said lightly: "Oh, you are home."

In a short sentence, Zheng Ze’s nerves as hard as steel could not help but collapse instantly, two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks silently. The Minister’s Residence in Beijing is his home, and the villa near Jiang Fenglin Road No. 1 is his home. The run-down bungalows in the large courtyard in the shanty town of the city are the home of his soul, the real home.

"Have you eaten? I'll give you some dried noodles without eating." The ill Hong Yu forced her to get out of bed. Wang Beitai went to help her and was pushed away by her, "Silly boy, your dad is back, what are you still doing? Let’s go for a drink, our family is finally reunited."

"Mom..." Wang Beitai couldn't cry. Fourteen-year-old Zheng Jeff stood in the outer room, at a loss. He went to Beijing with his classmates last summer. He lived at his father's house for a while. Later, his father said that Beijing is not safe and Omi is not safe. Taiping wrote a note and sent himself to live with his relatives in Jiangbei. The boy couldn't imagine that the person he called an aunt turned out to be his father's original partner.

Outside the compound, Director Zhang of the Sub-district Office was a little restrained sitting in the Volga car. For the first time, she rode in such a high-class car that provincial and ministerial leaders were qualified to ride. The PLA cadres in front of them were serious and seemed to have extremely important tasks assigned to them. Own, made her more aggressive.

　　 "Director Zhang, how many years have you been in the party?" Dang Aiguo asked.

　　 "Twenty years." Director Zhang replied proudly.

　　 "Very well, you are a trustworthy comrade who has been inspected by the organization." Party Aiguo nodded, and took out a sticky note printed with the head of the State Council of the People's Republic of China from his briefcase, with a few lines of writing on it.

　　 "Director Zhang, what I say next, you must keep in mind that this is an important task assigned by the Party Central Committee, Chairman Mao, and Premier Zhou himself." The party said patriotically.

　　 Director Zhang felt that her heart was about to jump out, she forcibly suppressed her excitement, and stated on the spot: "Even if I die, I will resolutely complete the task!"

　　……

　　 "Jeff Zheng, Jeff Zheng." A silver bell sounded, which was a standard Mandarin pronunciation that Jiangbei could not hear. Zheng Jeff turned his head and saw a young PLA aunt waving at himself, "Come with me."

　　The task that the party patriotism arranged for Guan Lu was very simple. To make the ignorant teenager "fall in love" with herself in a day, at least to dilute the influence Meng Xiaolin had on him. It is simple to say, but in fact it is extremely difficult.

In 2017, Jiefu Zheng was the deputy national leader with the right to the opposition. In 1967, he was just a junior high school student. He was at a loss in life and had a little understanding of the opposite sex. The only thing that touched the young man’s heart was Meng Xiaolin, a Russian tutor in white clothes last summer. , First love is beautiful and irreplaceable, Guan Lu racked his brains and couldn't figure out how to accomplish the task.

Guan Lu stood outside the door, looking timidly at this young PLA aunt. A well-fitted military uniform can see her waist in the mid-winter season. This is a little different from the female soldiers in his impression~www.wuxiaspot.com~ this era There is no down jacket or cashmere underwear. Everyone wears bloated old padded jackets. The military uniforms are also mainly generous. The trouser legs can be **** and can be used as face pockets. Guan Lu only wears a sweater inside. The waist of the military jacket is cleverly clipped by her. Getting up to create a pinched waist style, coupled with an energetic face that does not belong to this era, can bring some freshness to the teenager.

Similarly, Guan Lu is also looking at her goal. The fourteen-year-old Zheng Jeff has a clear nose on her face, and wears a blue-gray cotton jacket on her body. The bottom of the warm shoes, the hair is greasy, and it has been a long time since I took a bath. Only a pair of shiny eyes and a slightly jealous look show his status as a senior cadre's child.

　　 "Hello, my name is Guan Lu." Dr. Guan stretched out his hand and decided to go with the flow, which step can be done.

　　 Zheng Jeff shook hands with the female soldier and blinked, not understanding what was waiting for him.

"Let’s go to the riverside." Guan Lu said. Without waiting for a reply from the young man, he took his hand and walked out. Zheng Jiefu was heartbeat. He is in his adolescence. Contact is an act that everyone looks down upon. The female soldier's hands are very delicate, her hair is black and shiny, and her body exudes a heroic temperament, which is completely different from Meng Xiaolin.

　　 Many years later, when Zheng Jeff thinks back, he still has a general feeling, maybe Mulan is like this in his mind.

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