Liu Yanzhi turned off the car, got out of the car and opened the back door, and stood 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 very complicated mood, searching and scraping his stomach and thinking about what to say when we met later, but no warm words and sincere confession could hide his ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness in abandoning his wife.

Dang Aiguo glanced at Liu Yan, who closed the car door and gave the chief time to think.

After a long time, Zheng Zeru finally got out of the car, he tidied up his appearance, walked to the door, took a deep breath, knocked on the door gently, and waited for the moment, countless past events surfaced in his mind again, Zheng Zeru's eyes were a little moist, the door opened, revealing the face of an ugly old woman, and said viciously: "Who are you looking for?" ”

Zheng Zeru was so frightened that he took a step back, he hadn't seen him for eighteen years, how did the red jade become like this.

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

"Who are you!" The old woman rolled her eyes, a mouthful of Jiangbei vernacular, Zheng Zeru suddenly woke up, this is not Hongyu, the real Hongyu is from Yangzhou, has lived in Shanghai for many years, speaks Wu Nong's soft language, Shanghai-style official dialect, and she pays attention to her image, even when she is the most down, she will take care of it cleanly, and 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 was taken aback, and looked at the party with a wry smile.

Dang Aiguo nodded: "Xiao Liu, you understand the situation." ”

Liu Yan stepped forward and slammed the door, and the old woman slammed the door open: "It's all said, move away!" Suddenly, he saw a five-pointed star and a red collar badge, and his 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 sharply.

"This is the house that the street gives to us." The old woman argued, "It's too wasteful for one family to live in such a big house, and the street will take back the small building and divide it among our four families. ”

Saying that, she opened the door, Liu Yan glanced straight at it, this imitation Shanghai Shikumen building was crowded, there were four briquette stoves, all kinds of sundries were piled up, the old woman didn't lie, there were at least a dozen people living here.

"Auntie, do you know where Wang Hongyu's family has moved?" Dang Aiguo stepped forward and asked with a pleasant face.

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

……

The group came to the sub-district office and found Director Zhang, a capable woman in her forties, who came to understand her intentions, Director Zhang happily led them to find Wang Hongyu, and introduced the situation while walking: "This Wang Hongyu is an old resident, living here before liberation, in his sixties, no job, no wife, there is a son named Wang Beitai, who teaches in middle school, and recently there is a relative at home, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, the family is very honest and responsible, there is no out-of-the-ordinary behavior, and there is no overseas relationship, Our streets are clear. ”

Talking to the place, this is a large compound built near the river embankment, the winter morning is extremely cold, the ditch next to the road is frozen, the dirt road is frozen hard, bicycles are driving on the road, the car bell is jingling, passers-by look at this Beijing license plate luxury car suspiciously, wondering which big leader came to inspect.

"Wang Hongyu lives here." Director Zhang took the lead in entering the courtyard, greeted the neighbors affectionately, came to the door of a house, and raised his hand to knock on the door: "Is Mr. Wang at home?" ”

The door opened, and a thin young man stood behind it, with black-rimmed glasses, a blue cloth tunic, and two pens pinned to his pocket.

"You've got a guest at home." Director Zhang said, looking back at Zheng Zeru, "It's this old comrade." ”

The young man is Zheng Zeru's second son Wang Beitai, he should be twenty-nine years old this year, when he was still a primary school student, Jiangdong King Chen Zikun uprising, Jiangdong Province was peacefully liberated, the army went south to cross the Huai River, his father left Jiangbei that year, went to the provincial capital to take office, the day he left, his father touched his head and said, one or two weeks early, a month later, I must come back to pick up their mother, I didn't expect this farewell is eighteen spring and autumn.

The old man in front of him, according to the shadow of his father, is just old and weak, and it is difficult to match the high-spirited and proud father in the newspaper in his memory.

"Who are you?" Wang Beitai asked cautiously.

Zheng Zeru didn't have any gaffes, he introduced himself very calmly: "My surname is Wang, I am a friend of your father, and I passed by Jiangbei to see you." ”

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

Wang Beitai hurriedly measured his body: "Please come in, the house is small, see you smile." ”

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

Wang Beitai's home is very small, only sixteen square meters, a room is divided into two halves, inside is his mother's bedroom, outside there is a bed and desk, a teenager is sitting at the table reading, turned his head to see his father come in, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

There was a coughing sound in the room, and Wang Beitai said loudly: "Mom, there are guests." ”

"Twisted?" The familiar Wu Nong's soft words sounded, and with the sound of the wooden bed squeaking, Wang Beitai lifted the curtain and saw a haggard woman half-lying on the bed, coughing once or twice from time to time.

Looking at each other, Hongyu was not surprised at all, but said lightly: "Oh, you're home." ”

In just one sentence, Zheng Ze's nerves as hard as steel couldn't help but collapse instantly, and two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks silently, the minister's residence in Beijing is his home, the villa at No. 1 Fenglin Road in Jinjiang is his home, and the dilapidated bungalow in the shantytown of Jiangbei City is the destination of his soul, the real home.

"Have you eaten it, if you haven't eaten it, I'll give you the noodles." Hongyu, who was terminally ill, forced herself to get out of bed, Wang Beitai went over to help her, and was pushed away by her, "Silly boy, your dad is back, what are you still doing in a daze, go to drink, our family is finally reunited." ”

"Mom......" Wang Beitai couldn't cry, fourteen-year-old Zheng Jiefu stood in the outer room, at a loss, he went to Beijing with his classmates last summer, and lived in his father's house for a while, and then his father said that Beijing was not safe, and Omi was not peaceful, so he wrote a note and sent himself to live with relatives in Jiangbei.

Outside the courtyard, Director Zhang of the sub-district office sat in the Volga car a little restrained, she sat in this kind of high-end car that only provincial and ministerial-level leaders are qualified to ride, and the PLA cadres in front of her had serious faces, as if they had extremely important tasks arranged for themselves, which made her even more intense.

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

"Twenty years." Director Zhang replied proudly.

"Very good, you are a trustworthy comrade who has been inspected in the organization." Dang Aiguo nodded, and took out a note from his briefcase with the letterhead of the State Council of the People's Republic of China, with a few lines of calligraphy on it.

"Director Zhang, what I said next, you have to keep in mind, this is an important task assigned by Premier Zhou personally by the Party Central Committee." The party patriotically said word by word.

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

……

"Jeff Zheng, Jeff Zheng." The silver bell-like voice sounded, which was the standard Mandarin pronunciation that Jiangbei couldn't hear, and Zheng Jiefu turned around and saw a young PLA aunt waving at him, "You come with me." ”

The task assigned by the party to Guan Lu is very simple, to make the ignorant teenager "fall in love" with him in one day, at least to dilute the influence that Meng Xiaolin has brought to him, which is simple to say, but in fact extremely arduous.

In 2017, Zheng Jiefu was a deputy national leader of the government and the opposition, in 1967, he was just a junior high school student, confused about life, and knew nothing about the opposite sex, the only thing that touched the heart of the teenager was last summer, the Russian-speaking tutor Meng Xiaolin in white, the first love was beautiful and irreplaceable, Guan Lu racked his brains and couldn't think of any way to complete the task.

Guan Lu stood outside the door, timidly looking at the young PLA aunt, a well-fitting military uniform can also see the waist in the middle of winter, which is a little different from those female soldiers in his impression, there are no down jackets and cashmere underwear in this era, everyone wears bloated old cotton jackets, and the military uniforms are mainly wide, and the trouser legs can be used in front pockets, and Guan Lu only wore a sweater inside, and the waist of the military jacket was cleverly clamped up by her with clips to create a waist-pinching style, plus a vibrant face that does not belong to this era, quite able to bring some freshness to the teenager.

Similarly, Guan Lu is also looking at his target, fourteen-year-old Zheng Jiefu has a clear nose on his face, wears a blue-gray cotton jacket, cotton pants and wool sockets underneath, a kind of wood-soled warm shoes woven with straw rope, and his hair is greasy, he can see that he hasn't taken a bath for a long time, only a pair of bright eyes and slightly unruly eyes, showing his ** identity.

"Hello, my name is Guan Lu." Dr. Kwan reached out and decided to go with the flow and take which step he could.

Zheng Jiefu shook hands with the female soldier and blinked, not understanding what awaited him.

"Let's go to the riverside." Guan Lu said, without waiting for the teenager to reply, he took his hand and walked out, Zheng Jiefu was enthusiastic for a while, he was in adolescence, in this era when the revolutionary struggle was put in the first place, any contact between men and women was despised by everyone, the female soldier's hands were very delicate, her hair was black and shiny, and her body exuded a heroic temperament, which was completely different from Meng Xiaolin.

Many years later, when Zheng Jeff looks back, he still feels that the Mulan in his mind may be like this.