"@华旗签约艺人李世信的最新作品发布! "Yan Baoxia, Your Man Calls You Home" has three episodes in a row! Come and like it!"

Seeing this site-wide promotion popping up on the mobile phone screen, netizens who paid attention to Li Shixin and chased "Yan Baoxia" were boiling.

Compared with one episode a day during the "Mobei" period, this update of "Yan Baoxia" is actually not stable. But it can't withstand the large amount.

Watching one episode at a time and watching two episodes in three days, strictly speaking, of course, it is more comfortable to watch every day. But after enduring the torment period of that day, it's nice to watch two episodes a day and be twice as happy!

After seeing the short promotion station, fans clicked on Li Shixin's fighting hand number. But the greater significance of platform promotion is to attract netizens who have not yet paid attention to Li Shixin and the "Yan Baoxia" series.

Under the huge effect of homepage promotion, in just a few minutes, the active users in Li Shixin's fighter exceeded 300,000!

When "Yan Baoxia", which was produced by the professional team with film-level quality, was in front of everyone, a large number of people were instantly attracted by the highly restored and comfortable picture quality.

And when the new netizens in this part are still immersed in the plot of the first few episodes, the netizens who have been following have already entered the video plot of the fourth act;

In the last episode, Yan Baoxia secretly went to the street to sell popsicles and was discovered by Wang Yuming. And in the latest part, the story begins to take an important turn.

Although the husband and wife tried their best to work hard for this small family, the reality still gave them the most difficult problem.

Although Yan Baoxia can make money, in that era of planned economy and supply and marketing cooperatives, it is obvious that she can't make a lot of money selling popsicles.

A few cents a day is still a drop in the bucket for this family, which is already poor and has children who need milk powder for a full month.

The couple did their best to survive the breastfeeding period of their child.

But with the weaning of the child, new problems were placed in front of Wang Yuming and Yan Baoxia.

In the era of planned economy, each villager's ration was distributed by the production team. Yan Baoxia's hukou is in rural Tangshan and she does not receive food rations. And with Wang Yuming's hard work to earn work, it is enough to eat coarse grains. But the child is weaned, and he needs ** food!

The child's ** grain, the coarse grain of the parents, can only be discounted.

At night, looking at a small bowl of thick rice porridge on the kang table that can stand chopsticks, and the two bowls of corn paste that is as thin as soup, Wang Yuming's heart is mixed.

Looking at his wife's withered face with a smile on her face, she fed her children. Wang Yuming finally squirmed his lips and said the last thing he wanted to say in his life.

"Bao Xia. ”

"Huh?"

"I'll send you...... Let's go back to my hometown. ”

Yan Baoxia, who was delivering porridge to the child's mouth, stopped with her hand, and when she heard Wang Yuming's words, her eyes turned red all of a sudden, "Don't you want our mothers and sisters anymore?"

"No, no, Baoxia, don't think about it. I just think that this is not the way to go on! I am not afraid of hardship, but I really can't watch you not have enough to eat every day! If you go back to your hometown, you can have one more ration, and I will earn another one here, so that you can at least eat enough! Look if you can't eat enough, I, I am in pain!"

Twitching his cheeks, Wang Yuming pounded his heart.

After not knowing how many hammers, he grabbed his hair. Because of long-term malnutrition, a large handful of hair fell out.

Seeing her husband's painful and self-blaming appearance, Yan Baoxia put down the child and stood in front of her husband. He dragged her crying husband into her arms.

When the man in her arms cried like a child, she wiped her tears and nodded heavily.

"I listen to you. ”

In the parting station, one husband and wife were on the train and the other on the platform.

Through a layer of blurred car windows, they looked at each other.

There are reluctant tears in the car, and there are strong smiles under the car.

As the train whistle sounded, the train started slowly.

The first time I took the train, the baby was frightened and cried loudly. Yan Baoxia hurriedly comforted the child, while constantly raising her head, looking at her husband who had to be separated again with teary eyes.

But that figure, as the train continued to move forward, farther and farther away.

On the platform, it wasn't until the train had completely disappeared at the end of sight that the tears in Wang Yuming's eyes fell down.

But soon, he wiped away his tears.

Resolutely turned around and returned to his job.

Yes, he is not qualified to be affected by any other emotions right now.

He just wants to work hard, thousands of miles away, in his heart, there are two heavy responsibilities that he needs to bear with his hands!

This is the end of the story of Act IV.

Seeing Yan Baoxia and Wang Yuming separating again, there was a tearful expression in the comment area;

"Nima Xinye, are you really planning to cry blind?! The farewell scene on the platform, where is the separation between Wang Yuming and Yan Baoxia! You are tearing my heart!"

"Woo woo, I'm crying blind. I don't even know why I'm crying for such a bland plot! But looking at Xinye standing on the platform, obviously crying to the point of collapse in his heart, but he forcibly smiled at Baoxia, my heart is broken!

"It's so difficult! It's really too hard! Why is life so hard?!

"The scene on the platform was really blind. But the part of the meal is really unbearable, I originally ordered a yellow braised chicken rice in the evening, and I felt that it was difficult to eat half of it. You might throw it away in normal times, but looking at the small half bowl of porridge and two bowls of rice paste in the video, it's really ...... Eat it with tears in your eyes. I really can't imagine those hard days. ”

"After watching so many period dramas, the handling of that part of the eating scene is really the most plain, but also the most shocking. Compared with other film and television dramas of the same era, there is no earth-shattering starvation of people in this paragraph, but a bowl of refined grain rice and two bowls of thin batter really hurt people's hearts!"

"Don't say it, I can't stand it anymore. Hurry up and watch the next episode!"

With the sighs of sand sculpture netizens, the story of the fifth act begins.

At the beginning of the video, it shows a picture of an agricultural machinery factory in the last century.

In the roar of the high door crane and the lathe, the loudspeaker on the factory sounded; "All units pay attention, pay wages, and line up in the financial room after hearing the announcement!"

In the long queue in front of the finance room, Wang Yuming, who was wearing a click cloth overalls and his clothes were full of oil stains, was waiting for him, looking at the inside of the finance room.

Around him, several co-workers were studying the arrangements for after-work.

But all this seems to have nothing to do with Wang Yuming.

"Alas, Wang, what do you think after you get paid? Have a drink in the evening?"

"Hey, what's wrong with your new arrival? When did you see Lao Wang spending an extra penny on eating and drinking? He, the salary of a month is forty-two yuan, half of which is sent away for twenty yuan, ten yuan for food, and the rest for the rest of the passage to see his wife and children. Wang, I'm talking about it, right?"

In the face of the ridicule of his co-workers, Wang Yuming grinned and was speechless.

In the canteen at noon, the other workers who had been paid paid all added meals.

Wang Yuming, as usual, sat in the corner with a steamed bun in his hand. It's just that today is a special day of the month because he has to write a letter.

A letter to Yan Baoxia and her children.

"Baoxia, I'm getting paid again today. Because I worked a lot of overtime last month, I received 49 yuan after the conversion of work points, and I sent 27 yuan to you and my children, and I left 22 yuan to live. I'm all right here, don't worry. You tug at the kids over there, don't save. In addition to the children, you must not be deprived of it. I'm fine here, 22 yuan a month is enough for living expenses, I weighed myself in the shower yesterday, and I am fat again......"

After writing a slightly rambling letter, a few pages long, he put twenty-seven dollars in an envelope along with stationery and affixed a stamp.

looked at the remaining twenty-two yuan in his hand, took out ten yuan from it, and put it in his personal pocket.

The remaining twelve pieces were wrapped in handkerchiefs and carefully placed in their breast pockets.

Then he pulled out his little notepad. At the end of the page marked "Tolls", add a twelve.

After adding the "twelve" one by one, seeing that he had accumulated almost a hundred yuan, Wang Yuming's thin face finally showed a smile.

But then, feeling that he had unknowingly accumulated so much "huge money", Wang Yuming frowned again.

He really couldn't dispel the longing for his wife in his heart, but he felt that it seemed a bit selfish to do so.

On the one hand, I miss it all the time.

On the one hand, the quality of life of distant wives and children.

After weighing it for a long time, he made a decision.

Silently raising his hand, he opened the envelope that had been sealed, and stuffed all the forty-nine yuan of this month's salary into it.

"Dear Baoxia, I am paid again today. Last month, I worked a lot of overtime, and I was given an extra bonus. I set aside enough money for my living expenses, and I will remit the remaining forty-nine dollars to you. In the future, I will send you an extra 10 yuan a month, and you and your children will not have to save ...... for all expenses."

took out a pen and paper, and Wang Yuming wrote a new letter that had already been written......