This is the anti-theft chapter,
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His hazy old eyes looked at his wife longingly. Although she had aged like him, she was still so beautiful.
When she smiled, her gentle eyes 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 her suppressed sobs grew louder and louder,
Her tears could not form a dyke.
Secretary He, who was beside her, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and reached out to check the man's breathing.
He comforted her with difficulty, "Madam,
Please restrain your grief. The chairman left you an inheritance,
A lawyer will come to talk to you in detail later. "
Secretary He looked at the man who had stopped breathing on the bed,
In awe and regret.
This man's life could be said to be inspirational and bumpy,
He was born poor,
He went to prison at the age of nineteen,
He was in prison for ten years,
After he came out, he worked hard for ten years,
He had turned from a poor boy with no background into a business tycoon, beating up a bunch of experienced businessmen until they had no way to fight back.
It could be said to be a legend.
..
Two streams of tears suddenly fell from Zhao Lanxiang's cheeks,
Mother Zhao, Feng Lian, wiped her red cheeks and muttered as she poked her forehead: "You're crying even when you have a fever.
You're so delicate that your father sees you..,
It's another lecture. "
Zhao Lanxiang opened her eyes,
She stared at Feng Lian in a daze for a long time.
Feng Lian sighed,
She said again, "Who doesn't marry these days? The first time I met your father was when we were getting our marriage certificate. I was completely blind at that time. Didn't we still live a good life? "
Zhao Lanxiang only thought that she was dreaming. Her heart was immersed in the grief of losing her husband, and she could not calm down for a long time.
But when she was dreaming, how could she be so muddle-headed... Dreaming of her young mother?
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 come back to his senses for a long time.
"Mom, can you go out first and let me think about it?"
Feng Lian looked at her daughter, whom she had raised for seventeen years, who had grown into a slender and elegant woman. Now, she looked sickly and even pleaded with her in such a soft voice. Even she could not help but feel her heart soften. She could not harden her heart to force her child anymore.
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. All she could think about was 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 was not her. Zhao Lanxiang had two miscarriages one after another. In the end, her heart turned 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, if she had come back half a year later, she would have hooked up with that scumbag again in this lifetime. She would have been so angry that she would not 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 two years ago, the old man accidentally killed someone and was imprisoned!
She put the malted milk powder, honey, and milk powder into her luggage bag. She also packed a few sets of clothes.
She had to find that old man quickly!
… …
When Zhao Lanxiang's parents learned that their daughter had voluntarily signed up for "going to the countryside" while they were unprepared, there was nothing they could do.
Since she had gone to the countryside, the marriage between Zhao Lanxiang and Manager Zeng's son was also ruined.
Zhao Yongqing was so angry that he almost could not eat. With a dark face, he lectured her:
"Do you think that we can't control you now that you're independent?"
Feng Lian was a little sad. While helping her daughter pack her luggage, she nagged: "It was not easy for your father to let you avoid the conscription 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 parents who cared about her, and a warm feeling flowed through her heart.
"Going to the countryside is an honorable thing. 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'll definitely not embarrass you."
Zhao Yongqing looked at his daughter's determined face. He was not so angry in his heart. It was good to let her suffer a little. She had been spoiled by her mother all day long!
In his opinion, going to the countryside could temper his daughter's willpower. It was not a bad thing. If it really did not 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 most 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 back to complain in the future. Your mother and I don't have that much influence!"
Little Huzi bounced to his sister's side and hugged her thigh. Tears were about to fall from his eyes. He looked up at her and sobbed: "Is Da Niu going to a place far away?"
Zhao Lanxiang picked up her brother and kissed him: "Yes."
Little Huzi buried his head in her neck and cried loudly. Zhao Lanxiang did not 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 did not hesitate to beat up that scumbag Jiang Jianjun. It was really incredible.
She hugged Little Huzi tightly and gave him all the candies she had on her.
Little Huzi's tears dripped onto her clothes. He was choked with sobs and could not speak.
Zhao Lanxiang knew that her brother had misunderstood and stroked his soft hair. She explained: "It's not like Grandpa and Grandma who went to a place far away and could never come back. Sister will still come back during the New Year. "
Zhao Yongqing heard his daughter's words and snorted deeply from his nostrils: "You still know that you can come back?"
Zhao Lanxiang nodded.
The place she was going to was N City, which was not far from here. It could be reached by a day's train. Moreover, she had calculated that the educated youths would return to the city in a year's time. This batch of educated youths who went late would not suffer as much as the previous batches of educated youths.
Taking a step back, if she really suffered … Wasn't her man there?
At night, Zhao Yongqing took out a stack of cash from his pocket and counted out 100 yuan. He sternly lectured his daughter: "When you go to the countryside, listen carefully to the instructors and leaders' arrangements. Get along well with others. Take this money and buy some daily necessities that you need."
Zhao Lanxiang took the money and sweetly called her father.
Zhao Yongqing could not stand his daughter calling him coquettishly. His dark face relaxed.
Zhao Lanxiang was their first child. In addition, she was cute and pink like a lucky doll. No matter how one looked at her, she was very lovable. 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. Year after year, he raised her just like that.
There were ten certificates neatly placed on the table. A large hand moved it in front of 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. In addition, Zhao Yongqing was willing to work hard. He was hardworking and was now a bank manager. He received a salary of 10 levels a 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 obediently agreed.
…
Zhao Lanxiang, who was wholeheartedly thinking of rushing to the countryside to save her man, had long forgotten about Jiang Jianjun, that scumbag.
She 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, a few bags of donkey-hide gelatin, gloves, toilet paper, snowflakes, and other daily necessities. She did not leave out a single one.
The 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 with white flour. The best clothes I wore were from others. 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.
She did not expect that one day, this unrealistic idea could be realized.
Zhao Lanxiang bought good noodles and meat, but she did not have time to enjoy them. She threw herself into the ranks of the nervous rescue team.
The brigade leader, Li Dali, received the news and came quickly. He looked at the collapsed old house and his thick eyebrows were full of bitterness and hatred. Because last year's harvest was not good, the brigade was so poor that they could not afford to give out relief food. Now, it was a time of shortage. How could there be so much money left to build houses for these educated youths?
The educated youths surrounded him and asked him what to do. Li Dali wiped his face and said firmly, "Don't worry. I will arrange a place for each of you. Tonight, you will stay in the houses of the villagers temporarily … As for how to distribute it, I will go back and think about it. Now you — "
Li Dali wanted to let them go out to play, but after seeing Zhao Lanxiang's white and clean skin, he swallowed the words back.
No matter what, it was not good to let these delicate girls out. What if something happened to them?
Li Dali said, "Come with me. The house where the brigade put the farm tools is still empty. It is still possible to let you rest during the day."
Zhao Lanxiang and others temporarily put their luggage and belongings in the house where the brigade put the public property. They looked at each other awkwardly.
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