Bai Fumei in the 70’s

On the way out of the hospital to buy Zhao Lanxiang for breakfast, He Songbai asked Gu Gong a little bit about her.

Gu Gong recognized this girl. She was the target of Jiang Ying in the military compound. Gu Gong had been to the Jiang family for dinner. The girl's cooking skills left a deep impression on him.

He shook his head and sighed, "This girl has had a rough time in recent days."

Gu Gong and He Songbai succinctly stated how Jiang Yingchang's target was two miscarriages. Another mention of Jiang Yingchang's husband and wife may not be very harmonious. He only paid attention to what he said, but he didn't notice the blue muscles gradually floating on the fist of the man in front of him.

He Songbai pressed her lips tightly, her expressionless face gradually freezing.

Gu Huaijin's daughter-in-law is an older elder sister in the compound who has a deeper mouth. She also speaks a lot, and frightens people with a set of things. Just a few days ago, Gu Ma came back from Jiang Yingchang's house and did a ideological work for the couple.

Gu Huaijin also heard a few ear rumors from his wife, just enough to learn to He Songbai.

He Songbai was chilling, "Beast."

Gu Huaijin felt quite a bit about the face of the young man who was suddenly gloomy.

He was surprised, "You don't seem to recognize Xiao Zhao, how can you be so indignant about this matter?"

He Songbai calmed the chill on his face and said calmly: "Treat the matter."

"It can make his wife have two miscarriages in succession, and also makes the wife in Xiaoyuezi faint on the road. This kind of man is not a beast."

Gu Huaijin thought of Jiang Jianjun. He was one of the best in the compound. Gu Huaijin didn't want to blame him. He just shook his head.

"Jiang Yingchang is really not careful enough about this matter, but it is also justifiable. He is too busy to go home a year."

After a silent journey, He Songbai quietly bought Zhao Lanxiang's favorite soup bag and soy milk.

He was afraid of the woman who was afraid of falling into the palm of his hand, but he was so ruthlessly practiced by other men, and was not cherished. He Songbai was more than angry in his heart.

The subject never told him the painful experience of her previous life in detail. Regarding the previous bad marriage, she passed it in three words and calmly. He Songbai did not expect these simple words to summarize the days when she suffered with blood and tears. .

At this moment, he only wished to seize her, love her, and cherish her. Use the rest of the days to calm down her injuries.

But He Songbai is no longer the impulsive young man of the past. He knows that he can't compete with Jiang Jianjun at present. There is no gap in his achievements for more than ten years, making the gap between them like a rift. Jiang Jianjun didn't have to do anything, just stick out his thumb enough to kill everything.

He Songbai pinched the soup bag wrapped in oil paper, as if plotting something, his eyes were dull and terrifying.

Gu Huaijin said: "You are as enthusiastic as before."

He Songbai briefly asked him about the situation of his son Gu Shuoming.

He learned that Gu Shuoming's situation was similar to that of his previous life. It was still so dazzling. It seemed that his father's influence did not implicate him. Although he was not as smooth as his previous life, and he was promoted, he was at least well mixed. He Songbai was very happy for him.

In the end, he and Gu Huaijin made an appointment to visit his house at night, and Gu Huaijin was very happy. He can live well in the world now, mostly with the care of He Songbai. He treats He Songbai as a benefactor.

Gu Huaijin said: "I haven't been able to help you much since you went to prison. This time you have come to G City. Don't be polite to me."

He Songbai looked at Gu Gong in front of him, his face covered with traces of years, old and vicissitudes.

His lips squirmed for a moment, and wanted to ask him if he finally recovered, but he never asked. The traces on his face have explained everything. Gu Huaijin has washed up his grievances at this time in his life. He is educating people in T and is an admirable teacher in the eyes of the students.

It is also his mentor.

But the self-confidence and pride in his eyes were completely wiped out, and he became an ordinary old man. I am afraid that the days after returning to the city will not be too good. Presumably after Wu Yong's death, he has never been vindicated.

He Songbai pinched the hard coins in his pocket and said with a smile: "I won't be polite to you."

"The days are always getting better and better."

Because he... came back.

He Songbai greeted the bright sunlight, and his dark eyes crossed a gloom.

...

Zhao Lanxiang slept peacefully in the bed, and she was quickly awakened.

The man in front of him looked at her with a cold face. The low brim covered his sharp eyebrows, and he leaned over to lift the quilt.

"When are you going to make trouble, let the whole family look for you early in the morning?"

His scowling brows revealed his impatience, and the man's low voice revealed the meaning of blame, dumb and indifferent, like a parent facing an unreasonable kid.

Zhao Lanxiang slapped her face to the other side in silence, closed her eyes and fell asleep again, her pale face revealing an expression of unwillingness to argue.

A few days ago, she was still leaning on her thick waist, and now it was flat. Although this child was not born in his expectation, but with a long life, people are emotional. When he didn't know it yet, when he touched his naughty fetal movements, he would also give birth to the joy of being a father, maybe he had gradually fallen in love with this family.

Jiang Jianjun looked at her flat stomach with dazzling eyes, and he looked away.

Jiang Jianjun's lips squirmed for a moment, and asked, "Have you buried Jiejie's ashes?"

When Zhao Lanxiang heard his son's ashes, he suddenly opened his eyes and his voice was soft: "You are not qualified to mention him."

"He's gone, and finally took advantage of your heart. He was out of luck. He was born under my knees and wasn't expected to be born. After death, he didn't even have a decent tombstone. I don't bury it. Throw a trash can?"

"Only your Fang Jing is a baby in the world, and that is just what you think. Please hold your dog and never appear in front of me, otherwise one day I will go to the chief to complain about it without thinking of myself...Marriage You shouldn’t want the reputation of being out of track."

"Me and Fang Jing are not what you think--"

"You get out."

Zhao Lanxiang reddened her eyes suddenly, biting her lips into the quilt and crying uncontrollably. Her shoulders were trembling, trying to suppress her crying so as not to let it leak out.

Jiang Jianjun pressed his lips tightly, and he pressed the wound on his abdomen, and there was a trace of paleness on his face.

He walked over to sit on the head of the bed and saw the raised bumps on the bed, shaking and shaking. Hearing a faint sob in the air, an inexplicable emotion spread in his chest.

Uncomfortable.

Jiang Jianjun pressed her shoulders and uncovered the quilt covering her.

Before he could look into her face, he greeted a loud slap.

This was the only time he had been hooped in his life, and he was hooped by the woman who said he loved him so much, his face sank suddenly. The scorching heat on his face made him feel helpless for a moment.

He squeezed his lips tightly and regained his usual calmness and indifference: "Calm down, tidy up and wait to come home with me."

"I'm not going on a business trip this month, and I'll be with you after a small month."

He finished picking up his hat and putting it on.

Since Jiang Jianjun got married, he has become more and more serious in his career. He thought that his soft words were showing good, but Zhao Lanxiang heard a bleak heart. She laughed uncontrollably and almost burst into tears.

The tears were bitter and salty, flowing into her mouth, squeezing away the last bit of water from her body.

"Go, I don't need you here. I didn't need it before, and I don't need it anymore..."