With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Xue Ming and his wife took a minibus to Tongrentang Pharmacy. Xue Ming bought a bunch of tonics for Zhao Dingkai, specializing in ginseng, Ganoderma, Cordyceps and the most expensive ones.

Zhao Xue was happy all the way. The fortune teller said that she would give birth to a child for her husband in ten years. As long as she could give birth to a child, it would be nothing if she endured ten years of hardship. It was not like she had never endured hardship.

However, my husband seemed to hate the fortune teller's words. Not only did he snatch away the two meat buns, he also threw the buns on the street to feed the wild dogs.

"Ten years later, my husband and I will be in our 30s and almost 40s. My mother said that children born to older women are not smart." Thinking of this, Zhao Xue felt melancholy again.

"Comrade, give me two kilograms of Tianshan Snow Lotus, I'm not short of money." Xue Ming said.

The salesperson was frightened and said, "Comrade, please stop making trouble. Tianshan Snow Lotus cannot be used on the body of the elderly."

"Give me two kilograms, and I'll take it back and make tea." Xue Ming whipped out a handful of ten-dollar bills.

"Husband!" Zhao Xue hurriedly carried the medicinal materials and pulled Xue Ming away from Tongrentang, leaving the confused salesperson behind, thinking how rich it would be to make tea with Tianshan Snow Lotus.

After leaving Tongrentang and returning directly to the Beijing Office, Zhao Xue advised Xue Ming softly, "Don't believe all that old Taoist said. You will definitely not let me suffer for ten years."

"What old Taoist priest? He is just an old blind man who talks nonsense." Xue Ming was still very angry.

"Okay, let's go back." Zhao Xue didn't know why her husband was so angry, so she could only accompany and coax her carefully.

The next morning, Xue Ming's mentality returned to normal.

According to the original plan, the couple went to the home of Zhao Dingkai's old comrade-in-arms and climbed the Great Wall with his grandfather, as if what happened yesterday never happened.

Zhao Dingkai's body was weak and he was out of breath after crawling for a while.

But he was in high spirits, standing on the Great Wall and looking at the scenery in the distance.

"Grandpa, are you having fun these days?"

"Of course I'm happy. I haven't been this happy for a long time."

"Then let's play for a few more days, and the elementary school and I will be filial to you."

They spent money to stay at a farmhouse in the evening, and they spent five days playing around the Great Wall.

Xue Ming reads newspapers every day. He buys all the newspapers in the capital and reads them.

There are no negative reports about Xu Xiaojing, a student from a Sichuan-Chongqing technical secondary school who was drunk on the street. Major newspapers wrote lengthy articles praising her revolutionary spirit of surrendering to the saboteurs.

Xue Ming was too lazy to pay attention to these anymore and devoted himself to playing with his family.

This morning, they left the farmyard to go to the Old Summer Palace. The eldest brother of the farmhouse held Xue Ming's hand tightly and said, "Brother, sister-in-law, we must come again next year."

"I will definitely come if I have the chance." Xue Ming was amused by him. He spent a lot of money staying at his house for five days, and this old man also drank Xue Ming's wine.

The four of them arrived at the Old Summer Palace in a car, and Zhao Xue's expression began to become solemn.

There were many people in the garden, all wearing green military uniforms, as if they were holding an illegal assembly.

Xue Ming wore a Mao suit with nine patches, a Mao hat on his head, and Lao Ma brand mille-layer cloth shoes on his feet.

Zhao Xue had braids, wore khaki earth-colored clothes, and her mother-in-law brand thousand-layer cloth shoes.

The couple's clothes seemed out of place, and people looked at them with wary eyes. Xue Ming decided to get the same equipment as them as soon as possible.

There is a high platform in front of the ruins, and a young-looking girl is giving a speaker at the top of her lungs.

"Husband! It's her!" Zhao Xue subconsciously pointed at the person on the stage, and Xue Ming hurriedly took his wife's hand.

The speaker was Xu Xiaojing. Her substandard Mandarin had a Sichuan and Chongqing accent. Her supporters were all in the audience.

Then the audience burst into warm applause, and everyone shouted long live this and long live that, just like a group of spirited young men.

Xue Ming suddenly saw Xue Yuan and Tang Yueyue in the crowd. They also saw Xue Ming and his wife. Xue Yue kept winking and told Xue Ming to leave.

Zhao Dingkai frowned as he listened: "These people are fooling around. There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are kings."

Xue Ming didn't want to join in the fun. Seeing that the old man looked ugly, he took his family and left the Old Summer Palace directly.

Xu Xiaojing on the stage had long recognized Xue Ming and his wife, gritting his teeth and staring fiercely at Xue Ming's back.

Zhao Dingkai and Zhao Erlian went to their comrade's house to rest, and Xue Ming brought Zhao Xue to Tang's house.

Zhao Xue accompanied Dong Zhuer to the side room to whisper, while Xue Ming and Tang Sicheng chatted while smoking.

The room was filled with smoke. Tang Sicheng put out his cigarette butt and said, "The situation in the capital has been confusing recently. I suggest that I return to the provincial capital as soon as possible."

"Zhao Xue wants to go see Tiananmen. We will go back after seeing Tiananmen tomorrow. Then we will come over and say goodbye to you." Xue Ming said.

"Every day when I go back to school, you can leave after watching Tiananmen Square." Tang Sicheng said with a serious face.

After chatting for a while, Xue Ming stood up and said goodbye. The couple took a car back to the Beijing Office. Xue Ming asked Zhang Wenjun for two sets of green military uniforms.

The next day, the couple wore military uniforms, military caps, and liberation shoes.

The fabric all over his body is green, his hat is also green, and he wears a red armband on his arm.

When I arrived at Tiananmen, I found that Tiananmen was overcrowded. Looking across, I saw a sea of ​​red and green people. The green ones were people and the red ones were the books in their hands.

Xue Ming couldn't help but think of the future May 11th Golden Week, when tourist attractions were also overloaded and the scenery was covered with people's heads.

"Husband." Zhao Xue winked at Xue Ming, and Xue Ming turned around and saw Xu Xiaoli again.

She was surrounded by a group of people like stars over the moon. She glanced at Xue Ming coldly, looking bitter and resentful.

"What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I let Japan eat Meiji chocolate from Japan." Xue Ming looked at her and threatened her in his mind.

"Husband, let's go." Zhao Xue whispered. Originally, she wanted to stand in front of Tiananmen Square and take a photo, but with so many people there, she didn't dare to let her husband take out a camera made in Japan.

Xue Ming also felt regretful, and suddenly found a photo booth at the corner of the street. He walked over and saw that it was the No. 5 People's Photo booth in the capital.

"Comrade, take a picture for us." Xue Ming stuffed a pack of cigarettes into the young man's pocket.

The man hesitated for a few seconds and whispered, "Come back in the evening. I'll wait for you here."

Xue Ming looked at his watch and saw that it was already ten o'clock in the morning, so he took his wife to the nearby Zhongshan Park to see the scenery, and then came to Tiananmen Square again in the middle of the night.

At this time, there was no one in Tiananmen Square. Xue Ming and Zhao Xue stood side by side in front of the tower. Photographer Fu commanded for a long time and finally pressed the shutter.

"Comrade, leave your name and go to the Fifth People's Photo Studio the day after tomorrow to pick up the photo."

"I want two photos. Could you please send them to the XX Provincial Office in Beijing?" Xue Ming stuffed ten yuan and two packs of cigarettes into the photographer's pocket.

"I'll deliver it tomorrow." The photographer didn't expect an unexpected gain, so he hurriedly covered his pocket for fear that others would see it.