Tears rolled down Zhao Lanxiang's cheeks, and her eyes were red.
She held the broad and warm hand on the bed as she sobbed.
"Lanxiang, you're not young anymore. Don't cry like a child."
The man lying on the bed stretched out his hand with difficulty. He wanted to touch her head, but he couldn't find any strength in his body.
He was old. The old injuries that had accumulated on his body over the past few decades attacked him together, and the illness quickly defeated him. When he was young, he suffered more than ten years of prison life in exchange for a body that had been ill for a long time. It was fortunate that he could hold on until now.
His hazy old eyes looked longingly at his wife. Although she had aged like him, she was still so beautiful.
When her gentle eyes smiled, they curved like crescent moons. It was also his favorite look.
"Why don't you smile for me?"
Zhao Lanxiang wiped away her tears and forced a smile at her husband on the bed.
He Songbai closed his eyes in satisfaction.
She covered her mouth, and the suppressed sobs grew louder and louder. Her tears collapsed into a dam.
Secretary He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and reached out to check the man's breathing.
He comforted her with difficulty. "Madam, please restrain your grief. The lawyer will come to discuss the inheritance that the chairman left for you in detail later. "
Secretary He looked at the man on the bed who had stopped breathing. He was in awe and pity.
This man's life could be said to be inspirational and bumpy. He was born poor and entered prison at the age of nineteen. After ten years in prison, he worked hard for ten years. He turned from a poor boy with no background into a business tycoon. A bunch of experienced businessmen were beaten until they couldn't fight back. He could be said to be a legend.
…
Two lines of tears suddenly fell from Zhao Lanxiang's cheeks. Zhao Lanxiang's mother, Feng Lian, wiped her red cheeks and muttered as she poked her forehead: "You're crying even when you have a fever. If your father sees you like this, he'll scold you again."
Zhao Lanxiang opened her eyes and stared at Feng Lian in a daze for a long time.
Feng Lian sighed and said, "In this day and age, it doesn't matter who you marry. The first time I met your father was when we were getting our marriage certificate. I was completely blind at that time. Aren't we still living well? "
Zhao Lanxiang thought she was dreaming. Her heart was immersed in the grief of losing her husband, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.
But why did she dream of her mother when she was young?
When Feng Lian saw that her daughter was ignoring her, she thought that she was really stubborn and hated her in her heart. She poked her daughter's forehead again and said in exasperation:
"After all, it's an engagement that you've been engaged to since you were young. It's not good for your father to just reject it … Her parents are your father's superiors!"
Zhao Lanxiang felt a sharp pain in his forehead. He finally paid attention to his mother's nagging and quickly got up.
She spotted the calendar on the table, April 16, 1976.
Zhao Lanxiang was so shocked that he couldn't recover for a long time.
"Mom, can you go out first and let me think about it?"
Feng Lian looked at her daughter, who she had raised for seventeen years, who had grown into a slender and elegant woman. Now, she looked sickly and even begged her in such a soft voice. Even she couldn't help but soften her heart. She couldn't harden her heart to force her child.
Zhao Lanxiang recovered from the shock. She had returned to forty years ago!
Forty years ago, she fell in love with the tall and cool soldier, Jiang Jianjun. Her mind was filled with thoughts of how to make Jiang Jianjun accept her. Naturally, she refused to agree to the marriage arranged by her parents.
It was also that year that she finally pestered him to get married.
Unfortunately, the person in Jiang Jianjun's heart wasn't her. Zhao Lanxiang had two miscarriages one after another. In the end, her heart grew cold. When she came to her senses, she divorced Jiang Jianjun.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at the table full of nutritional products. Jiang Jianjun had been injured and hospitalized during this period of time. She had bought these for him to nourish his body.
A trace of coldness flashed through Zhao Lanxiang's eyes. Fortunately, she came back early. Otherwise, she would have hooked up with that scumbag for the rest of her life. She would have been so angry that she wouldn't be able to rest in peace.
Jiang Jianjun was her ex-husband. It was also after leaving him that she was lucky enough to meet He Songbai.
However, now was not the time to dwell on Jiang Jianjun. Zhao Lanxiang remembered that the old man had accidentally killed someone two years ago and was imprisoned!
She put malted milk powder, honey, and milk powder into her luggage bag and packed a few pieces of clothes.
She had to find that old man quickly!
…
When Zhao Lanxiang's parents found out that their daughter had voluntarily signed up for "going to the countryside" while they were unprepared, they couldn't do anything about it.
Since she had gone to the countryside, the marriage between Zhao Lanxiang and Mr. Zeng's son was also ruined.
Zhao Yongqing was so angry that he almost couldn't eat. With a dark face, he lectured her.
"Do you think that we can't control you now that you're all grown up?"
Feng Lian was a little sad. While helping her daughter pack her luggage, she nagged, "Your father finally let you avoid the draft this time, but you still took the initiative to sign up. My Niu Niu, with your thin arms and legs, can you even do farm work? "
Zhao Lanxiang looked at her concerned parents and felt warm in her heart.
"It's a glorious thing to go to the countryside. Almost all the young people of the right age in the family have gone to the countryside. I'm the only one who stays at home. It's not good for my father."
"I'll take good care of myself. I won't embarrass you."
Zhao Yongqing looked at his daughter's determined face and felt less angry in his heart. It was good to let her go to the countryside and suffer. She had been spoiled by her mother all day long!
In his opinion, it was a good thing if going to the countryside could train his daughter's willpower. If it really didn't work, he could use his connections to assign his daughter to a place not far from here.
"Why are you crying? Hurry up and pack her luggage. That's the important thing."
Zhao Yongqing glared at his wife with a dark face.
He turned to his daughter and said, "Since this is your choice, it's best that you don't send a telegram home to complain in the future. Your mother and I don't stretch our hands that far!"
Little Huzi bounced to his sister's side and hugged her leg. Tears were about to fall from his eyes and he looked up at her sobbing. "Is Da Niu going somewhere far away?"
Zhao Lanxiang hugged her brother and kissed him. "Yes."
Little Huzi buried his head in her neck and cried loudly. Zhao Lanxiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she saw his aggrieved little face. This little kid in front of her had grown up to be the black-faced god that everyone would be afraid of in the future. He didn't hesitate to beat up that scumbag Jiang Jianjun. It was really unbelievable.
She hugged Little Huzi tightly and gave him all the candies she had on her.
Little Huzi's tears dripped onto her clothes and he was choked with sobs.
Zhao Lanxiang knew that her brother had misunderstood and she stroked his soft hair. She explained, "It's not like Grandpa and Grandma who went to a place far away and can't come back. Sister will still come back during the New Year. "
Zhao Yongqing heard his daughter's words and snorted deeply. "You still know that you can come back?"
Zhao Lanxiang nodded.
The place she was going to was N City, which wasn't far from where they were. It would only take a day's train ride. Moreover, she had calculated that the educated youths would return to the city in a year's time. This batch of educated youths would be late, so they wouldn't suffer as much as the previous batches of educated youths.
Taking a step back, if she really suffered … Wasn't her man there?
That night, Zhao Yongqing took out a stack of cash from his pocket and counted out 100 yuan. He sternly lectured his daughter. "Listen to the instructors and leaders when you go to the countryside. Get along well with others. Use this money to buy some daily necessities that you need."
Zhao Lanxiang took the money and sweetly called him "Dad".
Zhao Yongqing couldn't stand his daughter calling him coquettishly. His dark face relaxed.
Zhao Lanxiang was their first child. She was cute and tender like a Fuji doll. No matter how one looked at her, one would dote on her. When Zhao Yongqing was still an ordinary employee in the bank, he brought his daughter to work and tied her to him with a cloth bag. Just like that, he raised her year after year.
There were ten certificates neatly placed on the table. A big hand moved it to his daughter.
Zhao Yongqing was also a capable person to be able to take out 100 yuan from his pocket so casually.
He caught the last bus of the 1960s college student boom. A few years later, colleges and universities stopped recruiting students. Along with that, the diploma also became valuable. Zhao Yongqing was also a hardworking person. He was hardworking and was now a bank manager. He received a salary of 10 levels per month, which was 73 yuan and 50 cents. It was enough for the whole family to live comfortably.
However, Zhao Yongqing generously took out 100 yuan for Zhao Lanxiang. Zhao Lanxiang was really flattered.
At this time, Feng Lian had also finished packing her daughter's luggage and brought along clothes for the four seasons. "When I get off work tomorrow, I'll take you to pick out some daily necessities."
Zhao Lanxiang agreed obediently.
…
Zhao Lanxiang, who wholeheartedly wanted to rush to the countryside to save her man, had long forgotten about Jiang Jianjun, that scumbag.
She calmly and carefully picked out the necessities she would need in the countryside. She bought a few bundles of cotton cloth, a few bags of malted milk powder, donkey-hide gelatin, gloves, toilet paper, snowflakes, and other daily necessities. She didn't leave out a single one.
That annoying old man often whispered to her in the middle of the night, "If you see me at that time, I promise you won't even look at me."
"At that time, I was poor and embarrassed. I was even worse than a dog. My biggest wish was to eat steamed buns. The best clothes I wore were from someone else. Fortunately, I met you when I had the ability. "
Zhao Lanxiang had never tasted the taste of hunger and cold since she was born. Naturally, she was extremely distressed. She hugged the old man tightly and made an empty promise to him. "At that time, my family was relatively well-off. If I could meet you, I promise to let you eat well every meal and raise you to be white and fat."
When Zhao Lanxiang was buying necessities for the countryside, the scene from many years ago appeared in her mind. She picked up more necessities for the old man and threw them into her basket.
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