The other side.

Li Ruiguang has long been accustomed to this kind of vision of others.

He parked his bicycle and was about to walk into the courtyard, but suddenly heard a voice behind him:

"Hello, comrade. Is this Li Ran's house? Here's a copy of her letter. ”

Li Ruiguang frowned.

Who wrote to Ran Ran?

Could it be those former classmates?

At this moment, Li Ran spread his hair, like a small whirlwind, blowing past Li Ruiguang.

This gust of wind also blew the old father's heart.

Li Ran saw the address and clumsy handwriting on the envelope, and instead of showing any disgust, he was a little excited.

Li Ruiguang's intuition was not good, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Ranran, where did you send this letter?" ”

If it was an ordinary child, when he saw Li Ruiguang's expression, he was afraid that tears would flow out of his eyes.

But Li Ran was accustomed to it, she happily took broken steps, trotted to the old father's side, took his right hand, leaned on him affectionately, and said happily: "Dad, do you remember the crucian carp soup chef I told you?" He replied to me. ”

Oh.

It's the lucky boy who caught the spy by mistake.

Li Ruiguang's expression was slightly relieved, which could be regarded as recognition.

Only he suddenly frowned again, wanting to say something.

But when he looked down and saw the smile between his little daughter's eyebrows, the words that came to his lips rolled a little on the tip of his tongue and were slightly modified before he spoke:

"Ranran, of course you can communicate with him, it's like being a pen pal, chatting like this for more than ten years, maybe it's a friend for half a lifetime. But don't ...... I like it, there are so many young men in the compound, Dad will pay more attention to you when the time comes......"

Seeing Li Ran's mouth pursed slightly.

Li Ruiguang immediately panicked, and he explained a little upside down: "Dad didn't mean anything bad about that young man. As a person who has come over, it is indeed very good that he can achieve his current position in that capacity. ”

"But Ranran, Dad's identity as a man, of course, will hope to find a woman like your mother who will accompany Dad to fight from nothing."

"But when you are a father, Dad hopes that you can be safe and find a family with the right family to marry. Of course, if you're not happy, let's recruit an aunt in, and that's okay. Ranran, what do you say? ”

Li Ran couldn't laugh or cry.

She carefully stuffed the letter paper, and her black and white eyes, with a clear light, looked at Li Ruiguang:

"Dad, what do you say? I haven't even spoken a few words to Brother Su, and we're not even a pen pal now. ”

Li Ruiguang quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He wanted to keep his girl for a few more years.

He looked at Li Ran's brisk back, and stretched out another hand, "Ran Ran, that letter—"

Li Ran turned around with a sly smile, "Dad, I've grown up." This is the first pen pal I've ever made. So...... This letter is confidential! ”

After his back disappeared, Li Ruiguang pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head curiously and amusefully.

This is really a girl who has grown up.

It's already starting to have its own secrets.

It's just that I don't know why, Li Ruiguang thought of Su Qingfeng, who only existed in the mouth of his daughter, and he had an inexplicable fear in his heart.

Joke!

He is the head of the Harbin City Public Security Bureau, how can he be afraid of an eighth-level chef?

Besides, Su Qingfeng doesn't look like a bad person.

Li Ruiguang shook his head, took off his hat, and turned to walk towards the house.

……

Sujia Village.

Old Su's family.

Su Qingfeng felt that he really still had a bohemian heart, so he took leave due to illness, and he didn't go to work for a few days, and the whole person was already playing wild.

Especially there is a childlike father, who takes him to dig ice and fish every day, climb trees and set off, and even if Uncle Zhao was not there that day, he lacked a shotgun, Su Siwei took him directly into the mountains to hunt.

However, Su Siwei decided to retract his heart recently.

Because it's time to start preparing for the New Year's Day program in Sujia Village.

This New Year's Day program, in addition to the model play, is to sing red songs, and if there are conditions, it is to sing a segment of the play.

But there are so many flower heads, and after all these years of turning over and over again, everyone has long lost their freshness.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been until this year that the New Year's Day show was held decently.

Evening.

It's a bit cold.

There are still sick people at home.

So the whole family simply moved to the kang to eat.

Not to mention, the crowded kang, the sound of the collision of dishes and chopsticks, is full of fireworks, and even Feng Sufen's mood is better.

When the Su family eats, there is no rule of not saying anything when eating and not talking about sleeping, and everyone is chattering about the trivial things of recent life.

Among them, it is inevitable to talk about Zhao Di.

I could only hear that Xiang Hongying deliberately adjusted the atmosphere, and said with a smile, "Our Zhaodi is now in the village, and he can be regarded as famous." That good voice, who else doesn't know? ”

As soon as these words came out, even Su Qingfeng nodded approvingly.

The third sister's timbre, pitch and abundant empathy ability, it is already good for others to have one of them, not to mention that Zhao Di has three at the same time.

Based on this alone, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a god who appreciates food.

Zhao Di was a little worried, "Our village hasn't decided on a show yet." Listening to Aunt Lotus, several villages next door are all riveting this time, ready to show off at the New Year's Day show. ”

"Aunt Lotus also said that if we are still at the level of previous years, I am afraid that we will not be able to make the performance list of the last New Year's Day show at all."

Also, there are so many villages, so many village literary and artistic propaganda teams, if every village's program is performed, then won't this show be held until the next day?

The words fell, and the atmosphere calmed down.

Su Qingfeng is also trying to think about what kind of programs can be rectified in this era.

Before he could come up with it, he heard the second uncle's muffled voice again:

"Last time in the town, that Director Xu Fenglian ...... Did you say how things turned out? ”

As soon as this was mentioned, the old lady's face showed anger.

"What else? Now Miao Aihua and her Feng family are dead pigs who are not afraid of boiling water. The horizontal and vertical reputations have become stinky ditches, what kind of education, what kind of typical, for them, that's it. ”

"Damn, these days, people are shameless, and there is really nothing to do with her."

Hearing this, Feng Sufen's eyes fluctuated slightly, revealing a little hatred.

However, at this moment, Su Qingfeng suddenly slapped the table and said loudly, "I thought of it!" ”

I saw Su Qingfeng looking at the old Su family with burning eyes, "I thought about what I was going to perform at this New Year's Day show." ”

"Aren't there ready-made examples of adaptations here?"

Ready-made examples of adaptations?

When everyone heard this word, they couldn't react at once.

Everyone is an honest people, and life is not shocking, how can they still be put on the big stage?

Su Qingfeng looked at everyone's gaze, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

I saw him look at Feng Sufen, "Whether this play can be sung or not depends on the second uncle." ”

Feng Sufen was suddenly named, and there was a trace of confusion and doubt in her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, she heard Su Qingfeng's voice: "We can use Miao Aihua as the prototype and become the villain in the script, who is patriarchal, suppresses the villain who marries his daughter, and then recruits Di as the heroine." ”

"In this script, Zhao Di in the early stage, first of all, she must show her obedience and forbearance to her biological mother, and then later, in order to protect her children, awaken her independent thoughts and rise up to resist."

"And in the process, the help and encouragement of the in-laws are indispensable, especially the heroine's family, the hard-mouthed and soft-hearted mother-in-law."

Hearing this rough plan, everyone's eyes lit up.

This idea is novel enough.

actually turned the real things that happened in their daily lives into a script and turned it into a performance program.

Feng Sufen rarely thought about it a little more.

If this script is really chosen, doesn't it mean that it can be used to promote the evil things done by Miao Aihua in front of so many big leaders and worker comrades in the town through drama.

At that time, even if Miao Aihua is thick-skinned, she will not be able to withstand this blow.

Even if she doesn't care, what about Feng Guiyong, who is studying in a high school in the town?

Could he be able to withstand the strange stares around him?

Thinking about it, Feng Sufen also slapped the table, "I agree!" ”

The little old lady also pondered.

She looked at Su Qingfeng, her expression was a little embarrassed, "Qingfeng, why is this mother-in-law's role exactly the same as mine?" ”

Feng Sufen was beside her, so she didn't roll her eyes.

Although the old lady treats her well, she scolds her a lot on weekdays, and even sometimes beats her hands twice.

and the soft-spoken old lady in the script doesn't match at all.

So, how did she come to the conclusion that it was "exactly the same"?

Before Feng Sufen could say this, she saw Su Qingfeng nodding thoughtfully and said sincerely, "Milk, I only noticed it as soon as you said it." The mother-in-law in this script is exactly like you. ”

The old lady was so happy that she couldn't see her teeth and eyes.

She slammed the table, scaring everyone again, "I've decided, I also want to join the village's literary and artistic propaganda team!" ”

I saw that the soup was spilled on the table.

The old man quietly wiped his sleeve, and inevitably muttered a little in his heart.

What kind of atmosphere is in this house.

Do you have to slap the table before you speak?

Shocked.

……

Following.

Aunt Lotus looked at the mighty family, still a little uneasy.

When she heard that the idea of this script came from Su Qingfeng, she looked at this young man frequently.

"Qingfeng, no wonder there are so many people in the village, you can go to work in the town, this head is better than us. How did you come up with this? ”

Aunt Lotus looked at the crude script, and her heart was happy.

felt that without spending a dime, he turned Su Qingfeng around, and as a special consultant, he simply made a lot of money.

On the other hand, Su Qingfeng also felt that he didn't spend a dime, and he could get mixed with the village's literary and artistic propaganda team and install his own people, which was simply a lot of money.

Both parties were satisfied and felt that they had taken advantage of it.

Feng Sufen was even happier.

She looked at Su Qingfeng's gaze at this moment, with some admiration.

This nephew has a really good brain, and it's just different from people like them.

What can the women's federation in the town do to Miao Aihua's family?

This kind of family matter, in this era, is just a puddle of mud, and not many people want to get into the mud.

This is ugly, it is a matter of other people's families, and they are all solved by themselves behind closed doors, what use can the Women's Federation have?

But......

If Su Qingfeng's script can really be performed on New Year's Day......

Feng Sufen didn't dare to think about it.

She wore a big cotton jacket, sat on a small horse, watched her mother-in-law use all eighteen martial arts, and wanted to run for the role of "good mother-in-law".

Aunt Lotus was originally a little careless, but when she saw that the old lady played a few small clips, she gradually became serious.

Not to mention, the biggest feature of the old lady is that she can be open-minded and put down the shelf, plus with Su Qingfeng's personal guidance, she has performed several times, which is indeed not bad.

As a result, the village's literary and artistic propaganda team was in full swing.

In the past few days, Su Qingfeng has been sitting on the pony, and like the mentor, he has opened his mouth to comment.

Although he had never eaten pork, he had at least seen pigs run.

It just so happened that on this day, the big guy's training was in full swing, and a voice came from outside the door: "Is Su Qingfeng here?" Have your letter. ”

Su Qingfeng didn't know why, his heartbeat was like missing a beat, and he subconsciously thought of Li Ran.

But he quickly shook off the strangeness again, stood up, stepped forward, and took the envelope.

As soon as I looked at the handwriting on the envelope, I knew that it was written by Li Ran himself.

When he opened it, the letters were all about some small daily things, obviously so trivial, but when he sounded, he always felt a faint sense of warmth.

It's like, Su Qingfeng can see that Li Ran is sitting in front of the windowsill, looking at the plain white snowflakes outside the window, the house is hot, and he writes this paragraph comfortably and comfortably.

Just imagining this scene made him feel relaxed.

When he opened the letter, Su Qingfeng didn't notice it for a while, and a specially selected newspaper fell out.

The village party secretary who was watching the rehearsal stood next to Su Qingfeng, and naturally picked up the newspaper on the ground when he saw this.

As a village cadre, the village party secretary is naturally literate.

When he saw the contents of the newspaper, his breathing became rapid, and then his whole body began to tremble.

Just because on the most conspicuous column of the newspaper, there is a line of big words:

Save your father's heart, one person bravely fights five spies!

was seriously injured, and he died without regrets to defend his family and country!

The old branch secretary was afraid that he would be mistaken, so he carefully observed the content under the title of the newspaper, he read it back and forth three or five times, and finally determined that this was Su Qingfeng.

Even in the typography of the text, there is a photo, black and white.

In the photo, Su Qingfeng is lying on the hospital bed, looking weak, but his smile is extremely sunny, as if he can sweep away all the dark clouds and haze.

The old branch secretary was trembling.

He suddenly thought of what the seventh brother in the village said, that is, the seventh uncle in Su Qingfeng's mouth.

That's - the old Su family, it's out.

This has been published in the provincial daily, isn't it enough to be promising?

Today's first update, 4,000 words~

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